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Self harm doesn’t always happen when a blade touches skin.

It’s skipping meals because you don’t feel like you deserve to eat today. It’s having sex because you want to be used or abused or defiled. It’s drinking recklessly because you might have the ‘courage’ do something stupid. It’s smoking - not because you need the nicotine - because you know it’s bad for you. It’s banging your head against a wall when you’re angry. It’s crossing the road without looking because you lowkey hope a car might hit you. It’s thinking about all the ways you could break a bone and make it look like an accident. It’s not taking painkillers because you want to suffer. It’s taking painkillers in excess because you know it’s dangerous. It’s walking home the more dangerous way because you’re kind of half hoping you’ll get attacked or raped or stabbed. It’s going for long walks at night and getting chilled to the bone and hoping that you get lost so that you can’t find your way back. It’s seeking out triggering material. It’s all the stupid little ways you punish yourself for existing.

Sometimes self harm happens when you put effort into depriving yourself of things you like or need, and sometimes it happens when you don’t put any effort into doing the things you like or need.

It’s a pattern of self-destructive behaviour, and it doesn’t only happen in one way.

Ray of Sunshine - Tsu'tey X Emma Sully (slow burn)

Emma Sully - 20.

Tsutey is alive. Neteyam is alive.

Post Metkayina battle.

-

What does one do when the Earth is dying making resources scarce and the everyday basic needs hard to meet? Certainly not choose to have a baby late in life! However two people didn't seem to get that memo, those two people being Camille and Damin Sully.

Baby Emma only met her older twin brothers a few times, she was not even a year old before Tom died and Jake left in a big rocket never to return.

-

Emma Sully grew up on stories of her older brothers; the heroic Jake as a Noble Marine and the overachiever Tom with his many PHD's but they were her mother's versions of course, who could tell what was real when she couldn't ask either brother. She had only met them a few times, she had photographic evidence of it at least because she had been only a few months old when they both broke off contact with their mother to go their own ways

She didn't blame them, their mother was pretty much a loose cannon most days and then the drinking got worse, and worse until it finally killed her when Emma was just ten. From there she bounced from overcrowded foster home to overcrowded foster home until she aged out of the system. She immediately tested for the Marines hoping to be just like her big brother Jake but unfortunately her Colour Blindness was a fault they could not look pass, the did put her on a list however which was somehow more humiliating than just being denied outright.

It seemed like a sign when she had the RDA knock on her sharehouse shortly after her twenty second birthday. A summons from Big Brother himself, what luck!

The RDA spent a lot of time explaining what she would need to do, the creation of an avatar body and the intense neural mapping of her brain would mean her memories and thoughts would be directly transferred to the blue alien body that would be grown with her DNA. Jake wanted her with him, they were family after all! She had agreed heartily and was slapped on a rocket bound for Pandora where she underwent the process of being uploaded to the body en route.

She had been played, what a silly fool.

The RDS kept her as a backup, after the first try and failure of bringing down the Na'vi they had wanted a failsafe. They let Quaritch have his second attempt and when he finally crawled back bloody and beaten they were ready to deploy Emma as their secret weapon however they should have counted on not having it easy with a Sully, by the time they got to the underground bunker where Emma had been held for the past year she was already gone and deep in the jungle.

One.

The trees were so tall they seemed to stretch to that unknown place above the clouds and undoubtedly held dozens of creatures and if Jake's Logs had been right there should be Na'vi watching her at that very moment and if they were then they needed to get out because she was running out of time, the sky was growing darker by the minute and she did not want to be out in the open with minimal weapons and no shelter in the dark.

She hadn't been able to take much when she left the bunker, the backpack snapped to her body held all her worldly possessions and a few stolen goodies but she didn't have any large weapons like guns or a tent to sleep in. It was probably a deterrent if she were to escape her room but not for her, not for a Sully. Somewhere on this planet was her Brother, from what she'd overheard he even had a wife and kids now! Perhaps he'd even have a place for her but if not hopefully he'd help her acclimate and fine her a place in this new world.

A year she had been awake and it was pretty wild in all fairness, she had been shoved in a fancy cell and told she had to quarantine before going out into the wild world above but the quarantine period didn't seem to end. One of the guards was a bit kinder and he let her watch her brother's logs he had made before he went to live as a Full Time Na'vi, it gave her a sort of perspective on who he was and what he might have been feeling all alone up here before he met her, the beautiful Neytiri of course.

As time went on Emma began to listen at the small vent near her door, overhearing dozens of conversations about what the RDA really was up to and why she was here instead of with Jake. She had been lied to, that had been a hard pill to swallow but her survival was now priority and if she happened to reunite with Jake it would be a nice little reward.

She had to plan it out perfectly, she had the same six live-in guards since the start and already knew them quite well so she could use that to her advantage. She had to get out, something big was happening.

What really ignited her plan was the news that a Recom soldier named Quaritch had attacked Jake and nearly killed one of his sons, casualties had been at an all time high on the RDA side meaning their next plan had to be to use her. She wouldn't allow it.

In the chaos over the battle near an ocean community called Awa'atlu the plan came into full effect, all systems go.

First was to get out of her room, simple enough? Wrong. She had to seduce one of the guards, one who had always used his position to try and get handsy. Disgusting. He had been the first to die when she rather beautifully acted like she was about to make all his lewd dreams come true and choked him out enough to grab his knife. Getting his security card pass had been easy after that, he was the first Na'vi she had killed and wouldn't be the last in her escape.

The RDA obviously hoped that she would be on their side which is why they also uploaded the entire Na'vi language both formal and informal along with her memories and thoughts. Her regular training gave her combat skills, as a relatively healthy earth woman she had faced a disturbingly high amount of assault so she always felt the urge to be on guard and it was paying off!

Back to her escape, she was able to use the security card to get into the supply room where she retrieved her personal things such as her resin preserved photographs and her dog tags from the locker with her name on it before looting the food and water stored in the shelves and crammed it all in a military backpack. The other four were easy to take out, with her gun she was able to kill two without them even turning around.

They assumed her footsteps were their coworker's and that was their fatal mistake. One she strangled near the emergency beacon with the lanyard of his security tag and the last one she almost lost it all too. He was huge even by Na'vi standards but even the mighty must fall and she managed to get one over him by sinking her new fangs into his throat and biting hard, ripping through flesh and sinew until blood poured down and his body stopped twitching.

The last thing to do was rip out the tracker under her skin on her shoulder much like a birth control implant, it stung but she pushed through and tossed it onto the corpse of the final soldier she had killed, let them find this and know that they had failed, she wouldn't be used again.

Two.

Emma had run for the forest hoping she had at least twenty four hours before any alarm was raised, if she minimised sleep then she could be a good distance away. She had an imaging device that could geolocate most Na'vi communities that had been entered into the database and since the conflict at Awa'atlu it had been added so she had a heading at the very least.

Slowing down as night approached was a choice she had to make but it made her actually look at what was around her. The plants were so much more alive here, they had colours that she had never seen before with her human eyes and they interacted with her touch. Some plants shrunk away from her and others had strange little feelers that tickled her palm. No wonder why Grace,Tom and Jake had been so in love with the place.

She followed the geolocation device exactly, trudging through a river up to her neck so that she stayed on course which left her shivering and cursing her stupidity and she had been right, she was being watched but the Na'vi were watching wondering who this person was and what their purpose might be. Word was sent by fliers to let the communities ahead of Emma that she was on her way and for all to be on guard while she rather blissfully trudged on admiring the plants along the path.

Much further away a flier arrived at Awa'atlu near daybreak with news. "I speak for warning, we've spotted a Recom in our lands heading this way. It's a woman with a little talking box that is telling her to come here to you" the Rider reported to an immediately on guard Tonowari and Jake, "Have they made any attempts to harm your people?" Tonowari asked but the rider confirmed that was not the case, this recom was simply walking where the box was telling her to go. "We will wait for them, if it's just one they won't be much of a fight" Jake muttered through gritted teeth thinking of how his family had only just recovered from the last attack.

Tonowari, Jake and Tsu'tey gathered in the Marui after the rider left to discuss options, if they had any really other than striking first. "Why send one?" Was all Tonowari could wonder, it was too strange after the mass assault they had so recently endured to try so little. "Perhaps they only send one ahead then while we try to attack or talk to them, they send the rest around the other way" Tsu'tey suggested with a tilt of his head as he looked at the rough map on the table, "We won't know until we go and meet them. Tonowari can I count on you to remain here and take care of everyone?" Jake asked, already knowing the answer.

This led to Tsu'tey and Jake riding out to meet this stranger before midday with an irate Neytiri left behind with Tonowari to be on guard if things went badly. "What do you think will happen?" Tsu'tey asked as they landed their Ikrans in the trees and began to scan the surrounding woodland for movement. It wasn't until nearly nightfall that Emma stumbled through the trees with her geolocation device held high and grumbling irritably as it beeped every few steps.

Show time.

Three.

Tsu'tey had his Ikran land directly in front of Emma, her shock making her fall backwards and then quickly scrambling back onto her feet to face him. Her hand that didn't have the Geo Device held her knife in a strong hold and she faced the warrior with her head high. "I'm looking for Jake Sully, he lives with the people in Awa'atlu and I'm trying to find my way" she said slowly with her hands now raised slightly to show her non-aggressive intention despite holding a weapon.

"Why?" Tsu'tey demanded in a gruff tone that had Emma scowling, "He is my brother, my name is Emma" she replied with an equal amount of sass. Jake almost fell off his Ikran, he'd not thought about Emma for so long that he was actually swamped with guilt but how was she here? Why was she here?

Jake landed Bob and lept off, heart pounding as he searched Emma's face for any familiarity but the last time he had seen her was as a human newborn, she could be anyone. "I can prove it" Emma said looking between Tsu'tey and Jake before carefully sliding off her backpack and opening it to show her belongings. She stepped back and nodded at it, "Take a look" she urged and Tsu'tey leaned down and swiped her bag, pawing through its contents until he got to the pile of photos secured with a rubber band. The photo on top was newborn Emma with both Jake and Tom, the following photos were Emma as she grew up going to school and normal things.

Tsu'tey wordlessly flipped through the photos for Jake to make his decision with both seeing the photos of Emma's life. Photos of her graduation, her marine training photos, her trauma counsellor graduation ceremony, the photo of her first pet, first home, first girlfriend, first boyfriend. It was all there for them to see, the photos weren't lying.

Jake looked between the photo of a smiling Emma at her house on Earth to the Na'vi in front of him and his heart broke, it was her, she was Emma. "The RDA are out for your blood Jake, they lied to me to get me here and into this body but kept me hostage until they thought they could use me. They'll know I've escaped by now so I'll go so I don't bring it on you but you need to be on alert" Emma urged as a single tear slipped down her cheek, this wasn't how she wanted it to go but she had found him and he knew he was still in danger.

"You are my sister, you can't just go" Jake said softly, his ears dipping a little as he spoke. "I can't put them in more danger, you have a family now" Emma replied sadly but Jake simply shook his head and closed the space between them to engulf her in a crushing hug, "You are my family too" he said with such finality she accepted it and dropped both her knife and her Geo Device to put her arms around him for the first real hug they had ever had. They were reunited at long last.

Three.

Jake and Tsu'tey returned to Awa'atlu with Emma riding behind Jake on Bob. Her delight with being up close to the Ikran was so similar to her brother's initial reaction to them that it made Tsu'tey smile just a little, perhaps Jake would take his sister to claim one of her own like he'd done with his sons.

"Who is this you've brought back?" Tonowari demanded suspiciously once he realised they weren't alone, "This is my sister Emma, she has escaped from the RDA so they couldn't use her against me" Jake explained and the Chief seemed to accept this but his wife, the Tsahik Ronal, was less eager to allow it. "Let me see her" she requested and Jake immediately grimaced at the thought of the interrogation that was inbound. He could not deny her however and he nodded to Emma was by his side, he'd only just got her back and now would have to watch while Ronal tore her apart.

Ronal led Emma to her Marui first, "Lie down" she instructed, pointing at a woven rush mat on the floor. Emma complied quickly but instantly regretted it when she saw Ronal pull a blade out of a seashell around her neck. "Close your eyes, we will see what plan Eywa has for you, if she has any at all" Ronal then said with such disdain it made Emma cringe but she let her eyes fall shut and tried to keep her mind as empty as possible which was quite hard when there was an irritated pregnant woman with a tiny blade leaning over you.

Ronal tore open Emma's shirt and she had to fight to keep still even when she felt the blade make a shallow slice in her now exposed chest. The air on the cut made it sting slightly as the blood bubbled to the surface but the cut did not appeal to Ronal now, the woman was moving on. She wiped a few drops of a fragrant water onto Emma's wrists, ankles and navel before poking those same points with some sort of pointy stick, it felt like a pin almost but wasn't entirely unpleasant if not shocking.

"Eat this" Ronal ordered and began pushing something into Emma's mouth. It had no real flavour but the spongy, powdery texture of mushrooms so she swallowed it down and waited for the next instruction but Ronal had begun singing. It was the most hauntingly perfect thing she had ever heard, it actually made Emma think of sirens and their alluring ballads in the myths of earth.

"Go through the veil now, return enlightened" Ronal said but her voice was like a hollow sort of echo and Emma had the strangest sensation of falling, spinning into the dark towards something like a nebula in space.

Five

Emma woke with Jake by her side and a blanket over her body. "Are you alright?" Jake asked full of concern and Emma groaned feeling her head begin to think wickedly. "You could have warned me I was going to be tripping balls, I hope I didn't offend anyone" she muttered as she sat up, the blanket falling away from her bare body which made her squeak and snatch it back up to wrap around her like a Grecian robe. "I didn't know! You were actually really scary talking and singing in Na'vi" he replied apologetically, "Of course I can speak Na'vi, I was uploaded with Grace's dictionary" she snapped looking at him irritably but immediately sighed, how would he know?

Their conversation was cut short by the arrival of Ronal and Tonowari who both looked very stern and serious. "Your journey revealed much to me, it was interesting to say the least" Ronal said addressing Emma directly, "Thank you?" Emma replied uncertainly but Ronal wasn't finished. "Eywa has shown me that you are part of her people, our people. You have bonds already with The People and so as an adult you must complete your rites of passage and be seen in your completion before us all"

"I will do anything I need to do so that I can be with my family" Emma replied with a serious face which made Tonowari smile, "You must go and meet them then, they are all waiting for you" he said kindly offering her a hand up. "I dressed you in the ways of our people, your brother will teach you how we live" Ronal then stated before she and her husband left. "Let's go and meet your nieces and nephews!" Jake said with such excitement that it was contagious and she smiled broadly which revealed her left cheek dimple that she had gotten from their mother. Jake took her hand and led her out to the beach where he had his family waiting, he hoped they would get along

Emma paused just before they got there and looked up at her big brother, she never imagined such an instance occuring and she so very desperately wanted this all to work. "Jake, I want to speak only in Na'vi. If that's alright with you. It's the language of the people and if I want to be one of them then I need to adapt" she said quietly and Jake chuckled, giving her a scruff of the head before agreeing. It would be easier for her to adapt this way without a language barrier.

"This is my wife, Neytiri" he said proudly and she stepped forward and greeted Emma formally with them both clasping forearms respectfully. "I'm pleased to meet you" Emma said giving her a smile that was cautiously returned. Next the children were introduced, Neteyam and Lo'ak who greeted her with the traditional gesture of touching the forehead which Emma repeated back to them and then Kiri who seemed rather disinterested and wishing to be elsewhere so Emma simply gave a simple hello and did not push her. Last was the baby of the family; little Tuktirey who was a bundle of excitement and nearly bowled Emma over in a hug. "I've never had an Aunt before" she said looking up at Emma with such sweetness that it melted Emma into a puddle, this is what family was.

Of course there were others to meet, Tsu'tey also offered the traditional gesture while the Chief's children gave more informal Hello's. It seemed everyone was settled in this beautiful village, people were at work or play and seemed to enjoy their lives wholeheartedly. The water was pristine, the Ilu were so friendly and the food was utterly mouthwatering. What more could anyone want?

It was an exhaustive day of being shown around the village, feeding the Ilu with Tuk, cooking with Neytiri, marvelling at the underwater life with Kiri with the aid of a Gill Mantle and hunting part of the evening meal with Jake and his boys. Her aim with the bow brought in four good sized fish which seemed to earn the respect of her nephews at least and some pride from Jake; she felt sore all over and was ready for sleep when Jake showed her to a Marui that was divided into four parts, one of which was occupied by Tsu'tey and was known around the village as the Single Adults Marui. There were many more full of single adults but Tsu'tey had chosen that Marui to be close to the Sully family.

"Jake? How soon will I complete my trial?" She asked as she set down a mat that had been rolled up by the wall. "I will have Tsu'tey take you to the Ikran when you are ready, he took me and has chaperoned many other trials. Tonowari will chaperone your trial and bond with the Tulkan as is the way of the Metkayina, they will return soon so I believe that will be when you will do that" Jake answered honestly which Emma appreciated. "Goodnight Jake" she said and he gave her a one armed hug before blowing out the light and leaving to his own home.

She closed her eyes and listened to the waves gently caress the shore, the soft steps of people coming home to rest and the breaths of those already asleep. This would be a place of peace, a place her heart could relax. She was sure of it.

Six.

She woke the next morning early and sat outside to watch the sun rise in a spectacular display of colour while swirling her feet in the water that was warming gradually to the perfect temperature. It was shortly after this that she felt eyes on her, piercing into her like arrows. She turned her head and saw Tsu'tey in the doorway, "Good morning Tsu'tey, how are you?" She asked politely and he seemed a little offput by her question, "I am well. I will observe you today to see if you are fit for your trial. When would you like to begin?" He asked and she quickly stood, "right away!" She replied with a grin.

Tsu'tey had his work cut out for him with Jake, he'd been a cocky moron to begin with but under direct and careful tutelage bloomed into the warrior he was today, working with Emma was the opposite. When he told her to draw her bow, she did it with the correct stance and perfect aim. When he asked her to perform a necessary kill and give the soul of the creature on to Eywa, she did with grace and a gentle voice.

She did not need much correction and when it was called for, she did what was asked quickly and with tact.

One particular correction was when she was performing her archery and he asked her to draw back and noted her posture was off by just a bit, enough that it would make her arrow slightly skew before hitting its target. Instinctively he stepped behind her with his chest flush against her back and put his arms around her so that his hands were over hers. He puppeted her into drawing the bow again but this time with a deeper breath. Once she had the posture he wanted, he let go of the bow and pressed one hand onto her stomach to show her how taut it was, how deep she needed to breathe in order to maintain the bullseye she wanted. "Breathe until you have this, always like this" he instructed with his hand pressed to her skin, it was only when he heard her breath shudder ever so slightly that he looked down and into her eyes noting their cryptic energy that held him prisoner for a long moment.

"You alright Tsu'tey?" She asked with that sweet mouth. She was just like Sully, sweeping in and taking no prisoners. Was it their demon blood that made them so alluring? She even smelt good, wild.. delicious.

He had ended their lesson satisfied that Emma was ready, she had so many uploaded memories that her body recognised even though they weren't her own making her quite formidable. He had a good feeling about her trial and they would make the journey once he had spoken to Jake about it all and gotten his opinion.

Time seemed to pass quickly with Emma happily engaging in work with the Metkayina people and finding joy in every single day. Tuk was thrilled to have another person to play with and Emma was practically inexhaustible, she would go from preparing food to hunting to playing with the children all within the day without a complaint. Tonowari and Ronal were also pleased with her, Ronal went as far as saying Emma was like a Sun's Ray; full of warmth and light. Whether that had anything to do with the vision she had with Emma when she first arrived was unknown.

Six.

The trek to the Mons Veritous would be a long one but Jake been told to have Emma go alone with Tsu'tey to complete her trial with him as her chaperone and having Mo'at give a blessing as any other Omatikaya would receive as it would be an unfair advantage for her to come with him as he was Toruk Makto. The family were displeased at being denied the opportunity to cheer their Aunt on but Jake stood firm and knew the decision had not been made by Tarsem lightly, the other Omatikaya would also be journeying to the Ikran nests with their chaperone and would not need more people there to spectate.

Emma bowed her head and received an affectionate kiss on the top of her hair from Jake and a warm embrace from Neytiri and the children all gave a crushing hug pile wishing luck and ease for her trial.

Tonowari and Ronal also came to say goodbye and Ronal handed Emma something very special, an armband made of woven flax fibre and beads that replicated the waves as they come to shore in varying shades of blue and white. Emma immediately put it on and thanked the couple profusely but Ronal simply said it was a gift, every Metkayina trying to pass their trial received one for luck.

They set off with Tsu'tey riding his ikran and Emma seated behind him, her hands cinched around his waist and her feet carefully placed for maximum hold. The view from ocean to forest from above was breathtaking and Emma made a rather quaint point of pointing things out such as a herd of wild direhorses crossing the hills and a pack of viperewolves clearly on a hunt. It was strange seeing things from her perspective, he knew these things were in the forest of course but the way Emma spoke about things made them seem special for some reason.

They arrived in High Camp a day later after spending an awkward night sleeping side by side on tree boughs. Emma had been worried she'd tumble off and fall to her death while Tsu'tey simply couldn't quiet his mind. They were greeted by the new Chief Tarsem and Tsahik Mo'at, Neytiri's mother. News of her discovery had spread like wildfire so Mo'at had been expecting her.

"I see you Chief Tarsem and Tsahik Mo'at, I ask for permission to attend your Iknimaya as an adult of both Omatikaya and Metkayina as my brother has done. I have brought before you my chaperone, Tsu'tey, who will vouch for me" Emma said touching her forehead lightly and giving and slight nod to each of them. Tarsem seemed to be taking quite a long time thinking it over but once he looked at Tsu'tey over her shoulder he nodded and opened his arms to enter. With Tsu'tey behind her she felt better, stronger even. He was a fantastic warrior and HE believed in her so that had to count as something.

She was ready.

The Iknimaya.

The morning of the Iknimaya saw her up before the sun to meditate and calm her nerves, she had her bow which she had borrowed from Jake and her knife which she had traded away for one made of obsidian sea glass with a wrapped fish leather handle but hopefully neither would be required today.

Tsu'tey came to her as the sun found its first position in the sky and they made their way to the village centre where several other pairings waited. The tension was thick, everyone was buzzing with it like angry wasps and Emma felt rather nauseas for a solid moment before swallowing it down, she was doing this for herself.

"Seat yourselves and be still, your chaperone will affix your rider's mask and apply your paint as is the way of your ancestors" Mo'at said with a wonderfully throaty voice, her hands spread wide to the open space before her with twelve or so paint bowls already on the floor waiting for them. Emma sat cross legged on the cold stone and adjusted her posture as if she were drawing a bow before she looked at Tsu'tey who was kneeling opposite her. She had worked hard on her rider's mask by carefully refining the delicate visor screens late into the night until she was satisfied, her new family prepared the mask as was the way of the Omatikaya but this would be the first time she would see the final product and the anticipation was bursting inside her like a bottle of carbonated drink.

Tsu'tey had a small parcel in his hand and she watched as he very carefully peeled back the layers to reveal her rider's mask and it was simply stunning. The beadwork was like a sky with a rising sun and there were pearl embellishments added to the earpieces. "It's beautiful" she breathed gently while reaching out to touch it; aside from the armband, this was the most personal and beautiful item she had ever owned and she made an instant promise to cherish it.

As the ceremony proceeded she lowered her head to Tsu'tey and he rose above her to affix the rider's mask, he was very careful to tuck her ears through the holes and place it down firmly before tying it behind her head. He knelt back down and admired her work, turning her head to the left and right to ensure it's fit while she watched him through her lashes and wondered if she looked silly but she wouldn't be able to see until the ceremony was complete.

Next, of course, was the paint. The chaperones had to dip their fingers or hands into it in order to paint it onto their Ward's skin, she knew this beforehand but it didn't help her prepare for the way her skin shivered when Tsu'tey made the first mark on her. He worked solidly, viewing her as a canvas rather than a Na'vi and when he was done he used his thumb and placed the imprint on her chest and then used his smallest finger to make little dots around it like a child might draw a sun. Emma meant sunshine, everyone said it so she should wear this sort of pride into her trial.

Finally they were able to stand and Emma looked at herself in the pool of water to her right and didn't recognise the woman staring back at her, THIS woman was fierce and strong just how Emma had always wanted to feel. "You look like he did when it was his turn for Iknimaya" Tsu'tey commented without much further detail so she decided to take it as a compliment; after all Jake had managed to complete his Iknimaya and become Toruk Makto so she had to have some sort of chance, even just a tiny bit.

Together with the others, Emma and Tsu'tey climbed the mountains by swinging onto the thick vines and leaping across gaps. It was stunning, an artist would have been over the moon to have been able to capture the view. Once they reached the Ikran nest Tarsem took control and organised those seeking Iknimaya into a single line in the order he seemed to think most beneficial. Emma was second last of twelve.

The day was not going well, of the ten who had already attempted their Iknimaya only four had succeeded in claiming an Ikran and it was making Emma jittery with nerves. The Na'vi before her had failed after nearly tumbling down the cliffs, so much had gone wrong and Emma was beginning to hear whispering behind her that wasn't so friendly. "The demon is scaring them with her foreign scent" one Na'vi growled and sadly it appeared the idea of Emma being the cause of the bad luck was growing in popularity.

Ikran

It was Emma's turn, after waiting for so long she felt a surge of energy as she scanned the rocky space filled with writhing bodies of Ikran. There was every colour imaginable and some Ikran only a year or so old, this was their home and she felt honoured to be in it for even a short while.

With a nod from Tsu'tey, she stepped down into the space and began to approach the cluster of Ikran. Some flew off immediately which made the others waiting behind her laugh a little too loudly.

"They are confused by her! They do not like her smell!" One of the Na'vi who had failed shouted gleefully, "Her blood does not interest them" another added with a chorus of laughter rising in pitch until it was a toar in her ears. Tsu'tey snarled at them to be silent and have respect for the Iknimaya while Tarsem also reprimanded them for their rudeness but the damage was done and Emma was furious.

"You say my blood does not interest them? Then let's see for sure" she shouted yanking her beautiful knife from the holder on her chest and making a cut on her arm that welled with blood and spilled down her skin. "Emma!" Tsu'tey shouted with a note of horror but he was held back by Tarsem, he was not to interfere.

Emma slid her knife back into her holder and turned to face the Ikran, her teeth bared as she challenged the creatures until they either turned away or flew off. Then a shadow passed over them, an Ikran had come who was not previously in the nest. The Ikran landed roughly and hissed at Emma, it's eyes focussed on her wound like a starved beast. This was the one. This was hers. She hissed at the Ikran and lunged forward entering into the deadly dance which would end with either a bond or death, her movements were followed by Tsu'tey somewhat anxiously shouting tips but they were not needed. Emma had wrapped the sticky vine around the ikran's mouth and clamped her legs around it's midsection which freed up her hands to align her queue and the ikran's to form her very first Tsaheylu.

Her eyes closed as she felt the bond burst into being, she could feel the ikran's heart beating steadily in sync with it's breathing. Her heat beat alongside, they were linked now. She heard a cheer erupt from the spectators and looked up to see Tsu'tey punching the air and whooping loudly. "Go! Fly Emma!" He shouted motioning toward the cliffs and Emma took a breath, emptied her mind and thought one single word - Fly.

When she opened her eyes she was in the air, her Ikran was soaring above the clouds and she felt her hair lift off her shoulders in the wind. Through her bond she was able to direct her Ikran to dive down and bank around the floating mountains where a rush of water splashed onto her face and chest. She felt alive, so very alive. After a short while she spotted an Ikran approaching and realised Tsu'tey had joined her. "Come, I'll race you!" He challenged and she rose to his bait, they seemed to be rather equal in speed however Tsu'tey obviously had much more experience which he used to get through tight corners with ease.

Tsu'tey indicated they should land and she pulled up beside him with her Ikran clinging to the cliffside, "You have done well Emma, once you receive your blessing from Mo'at you will be an Omatikaya adult" he said with a smile she had never seen before, "I can't believe it! I feel like I can really breathe up here" she gushed excitedly while stroking her ikran's neck. "What will you call her? Tarsem said she has been a mother to many young ones claimed this year" Tsu'tey then asked which made Emma think, her ikran's wings were dark with silvery blue circles and crescents like the phases of Earth's moon. "Lunaris, I will call her Lunaris" she said confidently and Tsu'tey grinned again, seeming to approve of her choice. Lunaris did too and gave an odd chittering purr of happiness.

They returned to High Camp near nightfall where Emma made her way to Mo'at and knelt before her, "You have succeeded in your Iknimaya, you have made your People proud today. Rose now Emma, sister of Toruk Makto as an adult among The People" Mo'at announced before pressing her hand over the wound Emma had inflicted during her Iknimaya, "You are brave Emma, I see such light in your path that I am happy to give you this rite" she continued once Emma had stood, an Adult of the Omatikaya. Those others who also completed their Iknimaya also revived similar blessings and the People of High Camp let out roars of happiness.

"Let us feast!" Tarsem declared as Na'vi began beating drums, dancing and singing. Emma was seated with the other new adults and their chaperones with Tsu'tey beside her. The meat was tender and the fruit juicy and sweet, the water was cool and the music hypnotic. "Tomorrow you return as an Adult, your brother will be proud" Tsu'tey commented between bites of meat, "That's all I've ever wanted, someone to be proud of me" she replied a little sadly despite the positive atmosphere of the feast.

"Come and dance with me, noble chaperone" she said suddenly and when Tsu'tey did not move she simply pulled him up and to the dance floor. She was in high spirits, dancing with anyone and everyone; even leading a small group of young children in a round ring style dance from Earth. Tsu'tey didn't want to admit he enjoyed dancing with her, she was a lot of fun and liked to put her hands on him to move him around her and he could still feel the tingling warmth of her hands on his shoulders.

Tsu'tey wasn't oblivious to the attention Emma was receiving, she danced with men and women equally with no particular motive but that didn't stop the men watching after her practically slobbering like a pack of viperwolves. Even Tarsem had fallen for her charm and seemed to watch her every move, unacceptable.

The evening wore on until late when Emma managed to excuse herself from the dancing and flop down next to him; "I'm exhausted, I'm going to go to sleep ok?" She said before scooting back so that she was propped against the cushioned walls of the fire pit, "sleep well Tsu'tey" she wished and closed her eyes and falling asleep fast. Tsu'tey didn't move from his place and when he woke he found Emma had slid over to rest her head on his shoulder, asleep with such peace that he felt it within himself. It was almost like it had been with Sylwanin; she too had been a light for anyone around her but she had died far too early leaving him alone, until now.

Home.

Emma and Tsu'tey returned to Awa'atlu victorious, her new armband from Tarsem was a testament to her achievement. Jake was waiting for them and his face was glowing with pride as it had been when his own children completed their Iknimaya although Emma had been able to be presented as an adult due to her age. "You did it!" He shouted before she even dismounted, "She did very well" Tsu'tey confirmed and Emma beamed, bathing in the praise that she so craved.

Emma's ears flattened when she smiled and she would always rock on her feet as if she simply couldn't contain her energy, she was lively and sweet and interesting and all the wonderful things. Tsu'tey was in over his head. Emma had her claws in deep and she didn't even need to try.

"What did you name her?" Kiri asked, petting the Ikran gently and looking up at her aunt. "I named her Lunaris because her wings looked like earth moon phases" she replied with a proud smile. "She's so pretty! Will you take me for a ride?" Tuk asked breathlessly having run from the Marui to the beach in order to greet Emma. "Thank you Lovely! I'll take you when I've done some more training and your parents say it's alright" she replied and Tuk looked eagerly at Neytiri who gave a small nod but made no promises.

Emma was happy, really happy. Jake had been proud of her and they'd even had a lovely meal all together but now as she lay down alone in her room she felt more alone than ever. She fought with her feelings for hours while tossing and turning, why did she feel hollow? Was she simply trying too hard? Masking her depression with overbearing false acts of happiness that were so believable that she even believed them for a while?

Her thoughts became sharp, prickly and nonsensical. They piled up until she felt like she was about to burst so she ran, or flew rather. She took Lunaris to the Cove of the Ancestors where she sat on the soft sands and let her tears come, it was always tears first and then the anger followed. She was furious for no physical reason save for the fact her brain simply wouldn't allow her to be happy in any given moment.

Sick of the tears, she dove under the water and headed for the sacred tree where she used her queue to tap into the spiritual guidance she so desperately needed.

She felt warm like a toasty blanket on a chilly day and the songs grew louder although she couldn't make out what they were saying. "Your sister awaits you" she heard in a feminine voice and then she opened her eyes, her chest constructing as she realised she needed air immediately. She kicked for the surface and took in a gulp of air, it burned in her throat and made her skin tingle slightly but she felt better somehow, lighter almost.

She swam for the shore and dried off before mounting Lunaris and heading home where a certain Na'vi was awake and waiting in the doorway with a scowl on his face that would send children running.

Marui.

"Where did you go? I was wondering if you were alright?" He demanded the second her foot neared the Marui, "I just needed some time to think, it's been a big few days and it got a bit too much" she tried to explain but Tsu'tey wasn't having any of it.

"You do not care about how others are feeling? Do you enjoy having us worry over you?" He continued with a voice that was rising into a pitch that Emma didn't like at all. "I didn't ask you to worry, I'm a grown woman!" She retorted with a growl, her nose scrunched with irritation.

"You didn't have to! It's just what you do!" He snarled, stepping closer until they were almost face to face. The energy between them was electric, fizzling and sparking dangerously and then she acted.

She reached forward and grabbed his cumberband and dragged him closer and used her other hand to cup the back of his head and pull him down to her height. Her lips were on his before she even thought it through, his lips were softer than she had expected and she let her tongue flick out to tease him. His mouth opened in surprise and she was able to deepen their kiss. His arms were around her now, digging into her hips as he tried to establish some dominance but was failing, Emma was the top dog here and she was going to have him submit.

Unfortunately there was an intrusion, Jake had come to see what Emma and Tsu'tey were arguing about and had shouted her name from the doorway making them jump apart like a pair of criminals. "What is this Tsu'tey? You're mated with my sister? Is this to get back at me for Neytiri?" Jake shouted with a snarl, his eyes dark and dangerous. Fuck.

It took Neytiri and Tonowari to calm Jake down, it wasn't that Emma was doing something wrong, it's more that Jake hadn't expected it. "Jake, I know I just came back into your life but you aren't my dad. If I want Tsu'tey then I will have Tsu'tey. For that matter, I could have Tarsem or one of the Metkayina girls and it wouldn't be any of your business!" She declared but Jake was not about to hear it, "That's not how we do things, if you don't understand that then you need to leave" he snapped turning his back.

Her heart ached, "is that what you want?" She asked and Jake growled, "You can't just sleep around! Na'vi take one mate for life! How would it look to my children to see you do that? No, I can't have them exposed to it" he said with a devastating finality. "Goodbye Jake" she said softly and left the Marui.

By the time Jake had calmed down, Emma was gone. All the things he had given her were left behind and all that she had really taken was Lunaris and her rider's mask. He hadn't meant to send her away, he was confused and under a lot of pressure but that was no excuse. He had spoken too harshly and even Tsu'tey had left because of it. He assumed Emma would go to the Omatikaya as she was a member of the clan but when he checked in with High Camp a few days later Norm revealed that Tsu'tey was there but Emma wasn't.

It was as if she had vanished into thin air.

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Hi there, I’m always open to putting out a few requests and saw you wanted some more lighthearted requests 🙂🫶🏻 I was wondering if I could get either a bakugou or shinso writing where the reader has a “daydreaming quirk” (anything she “dreams” can be created into reality for certain periods of time) but the more she uses her quirk, the more tired she gets and the longer she has to sleep afterwards. Maybe in this the reader has been doing a lot of quirk strengthening training with her dad (aizawa) and comes back to the dorms one day exhausted. When the reader is sleeping in the common room cuddled up to bakugou or shinso they get a little protective when everyone comes in too loud. The class has never seen bakugou so soft for someone before or shinso so protective of someone before and aizawa sees that when he comes to check on her which warms his heart as well. Sorry if it’s a bit confusing of a request

A/N: I thought this was a really cute idea, I just hope I did it justice. Sorry this took so long, I didn’t really have the motivation for writing much. I didn’t do Bakugou even though I planned to initially, since I didn’t feel like it, but the Shinsou one ended up okay I guess

You had been training so much in the last couple of days and you were exhausted. Between school, homework and the additional training you had been doing with your dad, you hadn’t really had the time for the extra rest you needed. Your tolerance had gone up during your time at UA, so you didn’t need as much rest anymore after using your quirk as before. However, because you had basically been doing school work and training nonstop for the last couple of days, you were feeling really tired.

Shinsou was sitting on the common room couch and you just decided to go sit with him for a moment, before heading up to your room to sleep.

“Hi Toshi” you greeted him as you sat down next to him.

“Hey, were you training with your dad again?” he asked.

“Yep, I don’t think he’s ever heard of the term “take it easy”” you sighed, leaning your head against Shinsou’s shoulder.

“Don’t I know it” Shinsou said, rubbing the back of his neck, thinking about how many times he’s gotten his ass handed to him by your father.

“I know he just wants the best for me, but he could chill a bit sometimes. It won’t kill me to miss one day of training” you yawned.

“You know how he is, ever since the war against AfO, he doesn’t want us to be unprepared in case something like that happens again”

“Yeah I know, but I do still need my beauty sleep” you joked tiredly.

Shinsou could see you were exhausted. He knew that no matter what you said, you didn’t want to let down your dad, so you probably wouldn’t skip training, no matter how tired you got. It wasn’t exactly good for you, especially since your quirk required you to rest a lot too.

“I-” Shinsou started, but as he turned to look at you, he noticed you were already asleep against his shoulder.

He just smiled and decided to let you sleep for a while. There wasn’t really any reason to wake you. No one else was in the common area for the time being, so it was quiet. Of course the second he thought of that, the front door to the dorms basically slammed open, and people came in.

“Kaminari” Shinsou hissed at the blond, who was being the loudest of the group.

“What?” Kaminari asked, which made him fall under the affect of Shinsou’s quirk, and shut him up immediately.

“Shut up, (Name) is sleeping” Shinsou whispered, before releasing his quirk.

“Sorry” Kaminari whispered back, the rest of the group also apologizing for their loudness, before slipping into the kitchen area.

Shinsou just sighed. Fortunately, you were still asleep, and it didn’t seem like Kaminari’s loudness had disturbed you at all.

“That probably wasn’t the most productive use of your quirk” Aizawa said as he too entered the dorm building and walked up to Shinsou.

“Sorry sensei” Shinsou apologized quietly. “But (Name) is asleep. I think they’re pretty exhausted by the constant training and trying to stay on top of their school work too”

“I noticed that as well. You can tell them they have the weekend off of training. You kids can go to a movie or whatever it is you do when you have free time” Aizawa said with a small smile, before ruffling your hair and leaving the common room.

Shinsou could see Kaminari and Ashido grinning as they watched the situation from the kitchen.

“Shut up” Shinsou rolled his eyes at the two friends.

“We didn’t even say anything” Kaminari smirked, feigning innocence.

“Your expressions are loud enough” Shinsou sighed.

Shinsou could feel you moving next to him and when he looked at you, you were already awake.

“Sorry for waking you up” Shinsou apologized.

“It’s fine, I should go to my own room to sleep anyway” you yawned and stretched your arms.

“I’ll walk with you” Shinsou said.

You just nodded and grabbed your bag, as the two of you started walking towards your dorm room. You held Shinsou’s hand as you basically let him pull you along. When you got to your door, you turned to Shinsou and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thanks for keeping me company Toshi” you smiled tiredly.

“Any time” he smiled back, before placing a kiss on your forehead. “Oh and your dad said you could have the weekend off from training”

“Mhhm, I’m gonna sleep the whole day tomorrow” you muttered, and gave him one more tired smile before retreating into your room. The school week was over, and you would finally be able to get some rest.

9-1-1 “Chimney begins”

PAUL LAHOTE  | Forbidden Imprint PT2.

‘’ On another love, another love, all my tears have been used up.  ‘’

PT1 LINK (READ FIRST)  :  PT1.

Paul was visibly frustrated with everyone. He spent more time as a wolf than a human for the past week, and avoided direct conversation with anyone if he could, and of course that was easy, especially with a lot of people fearing to get on his bad side and to set him off, more so in a situation like this, where Paul seemingly no longer cared whom he went against. Your perspective like such was proven by when Paul faced off with Jared, who insisted that Paul should be happy about finding his imprint, no matter the inconvenience of the time it had come.

Of course, he was shortly provoked by Paul mockingly suggesting he’d exchange the appearance of his imprint, with the disappearance of Kim, Jared’s imprint. Jared, taking this as a direct threat, had nearly lunged at the eager Paul had it not been for Sam’s alpha commands that kept them at bay. 

You no longer felt in control of the situation; Paul ignored your previous attempts of convincing him to leave you blatantly, he only talked to you if he had to, and seeing as you were no longer in a relationship, you felt relieved.

You loved him more than anything, but you had to release him off the leash you held onto him, he wasn’t yours anymore; his imprintee was here. Even so, you couldn’t look at Paul anymore without feeling a thickness in your throat, and a throbbing in your heart that you knew earned for him. You hated how this all happened.

No matter how many times you whispered to yourself that it was okay, that you shouldn’t be feeling these feelings of jealousy and envy, there was a thought in the back of your mind that wished that the new girl, Paul’s soulmate, had not moved to Forks, that she wouldn’t have destroyed the bliss you felt here. But, you couldn’t let such negative thoughts overwhelm you, as long as you could be nearby Paul to some extent, you would be fine.

You drove up to the pack house slowly, parking your car on the pavement as you stepped out, noting that Laura’s car was already there. Of course. She must be worried about Paul, after all, she understands she’s his imprintee. You thought. Sam must have explained everything to her, and the situation you were all in. In the end, the pack went along doing what they usually did. 

The weather was growing increasingly colder and worse, ice surfacing the pavement roads and solid surfaces, freezing the vibrant green grass into coloured, unmoved ice. As a human, you felt the bitter cold bite at your naked skin and cause shivers to run down your back, your warm breath only a puff of mist in the low temperature.

‘’ Y/N, i’m here! ‘’ You heard Laura yell out to you, as you saw her standing by the large house, waving her hand to more visibly attract your attention. She had said she wanted to talk to you, to resolve the clear tension between the two of you. Despite this conversation being inevitable, you hoped you could have prolonged it further, because you didn’t feel ready to hear whatever she had to say. ‘’ Sorry for taking so long, the road was too icy to drive on quickly and i forgot to change my tires this morning. ‘’ You apologised quickly, wrapping your coat only tighter around yourself as you gazed at the quiet female.

It was true, she was pretty, with flowing brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders in waves, and shimmering emerald hued eyes, she was compatible to stand against Paul as someone worthy of him, a soulmate. You weren’t. 

‘’ It’s fine, don’t worry, i was with the pack and Paul for most of the day anyway. He refuses to talk to me, but i managed to get a few words out of him today. What i wanted to talk to you about - i’m sorry, really, for this and that i know that you already understand what you have to do but, ‘’ Laura breathed in momentarily, as if preparing for what she was going to say. ‘’ You don’t have to worry about him anymore. ‘’

Your heart dropped in the slightest, like a crack unveiled and shattered a part of you. You expected this, these words, you knew you were going to hear them; you had to get a hold of yourself and realise your place in this.

‘’ In a few weeks, we’ll be talking normally, i’m sure. I’ll do my best to treat him as well as you have, i won’t hurt him or take advantage of the fact that he’ll only ever love me. ‘’ They stung. More than anything she said, or anyone else had, the sentence was like a slap in the face. She’s right. You told yourself assuringly, dismissing the mass in your throat as an effect from the freezing cold that engulfed your body further than it ever had before.

‘’ I just want to make sure me and you don’t have any harsh feelings towards each other, i’m so sorry for the heartbreak you’ve been caused, but we both want him to be happy, and he won’t be if he’s not with me. It’s a small town, this is, please stay a close friend. ‘’ She smiled warmly as she spoke to you in a light-hearted manner. You only nodded, your throat felt far too dry to mutter a single word, let alone an audible and distinguishable response. 

‘’ Tonight, Sam invited me to go along with Paul and everyone else to the beach. I suggested you come, but Sam said it’d be better for you not to be there. I want to tell you beforehand so nothing troublesome comes out of it.’’ She finished with a light, comforting smile. 

‘’ I understand. I hope everything goes well. I just want him to be happy. ‘’ You replied softly, giving in, finally, to her words. ‘’ I’ll be leaving now, and taking one of Jacob’s motorcycles. He told me he’d change the tire’s on my car to ones that can deal with the ice, so i can use the motorcycle for the while. I’ll be back later. ‘’ You dismissed yourself fairly quickly, waving your hand briefly with a brief smile, earning an ‘’ okay ‘’ from Laura, who seemed to smile as you turned around, and walk back into the house. 

You felt frustrated for the the variety of different feelings that grasped at you, attempting to organise your frantic thoughts as you brought the motorcycle out of the garage. A part of you wanted to fight for Paul, to tell her matter of factly you loved him more than anything, and that Paul was still picking you over her, so why force him into something he hadn’t entirely accepted? And yet, another part of you constantly reminded you that what he felt now probably wouldn’t be what he felt later, once his emotions calmed down and he sorted his priorities out, he’d accept his soul mate rightfully as he should have already. It was the adrenaline rush, the rush of feelings that kept him attached to you.

If Sam, the alpha of the pack, couldn’t restrain himself from his soul mate over Leah, whom he still felt feelings for even now, how could Paul?

You arrived home quickly, eager to step into the warmth of the house instead of remaining in the blistering cold, that made your cheeks flush with scarlet and your fingers go numb with lack of sensation. 

‘’ Is everything alright, honey? ‘’ Your mother questioned from the living room, her voice loud and worried, to which you replied as you stepped upstairs towards your bedroom. ‘’ Everything is fine. ‘’ You reassured her with a pleasantly fake tone, a wave of relief washing over you at the fact that your voice hadn’t cracked and revealed any bit of distress. You didn’t need to get your mother involved in this, in fact, all you wanted now was to finish off whatever homework you had to complete, and simply go to sleep for a few hours; that felt like the most distracting activity of all. 

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After several hours of doing nothing even relatively interesting besides reading, finishing off homework and getting in touch with your friends, with intentions of plan making to distract yourself from the emotions that ate away at you, you imagined everyone would be home by now after the beach. After all, it was growing rather dark now, with a few, faint stars littering the darkening blue sky and even a thin layer of snow coating the swaying trees and grey roofs of houses. Your mother was asleep, you could tell by the silence coming from the house, and the lack of lights or electricity used at all.

Slipping your coat on, you left the house silently and drove to the pack house on Jacob’s motorcycle, aiming to get your car before tomorrow, seeing as you did have school then and knew the ice in the morning would only be worse than it was now. However, as you hopped off of the motorcycle, you noticed your tires were still the same as they were the last time you had been here.

Frowning slightly in confusion, you approached the pack house swiftly and knocked on the door. Maybe they had forgotten, or possibly weren’t even home yet, as you knew Jacob had went along with the pack to the beach. ‘’ Come in. ‘’ A deep, familiar voice spoke out, and you immediately knew who it was as you stepped inside.

‘’ Do you know where Jacob is? ‘’ You asked naturally, remaining composed, unreadable as you gazed down at Paul, whom was sitting at the table, his steel, cold eyes not once leaving yours the moment they settled on you. 

‘’ In the garage, preparing to change your tires. ‘’ The male replied in a monotone tone. Maybe this was progress, maybe he understood that there was no longer anything remotely romantic between the two of you. Quickly nodding, you turned around and stepped forward to unlock the door to leave, but the word’s that left Paul’s lips had frozen you.

‘’ Did this make you feel better? Has it done anything to prove to you how i feel? ‘’ His words weren’t warm, or affectionate, instead they were frustrated and accusing, impatient almost, as if the anger that tugged at him wanted out. Swivelling around, you stared at him, bewildered. 

‘’ Make me feel better? What, the fact that you refuse to even look at me, or maybe that you’re making this so much harder for everyone else when you’re denying your feelings? You know what’s going to happen, i’m so sick and tired of having to repeat myself with this, Paul. This annoyance with me, this rush of emotions and denial is what is keeping you from accepting who your soul mate truly is, you’ll be over me the moment you get back with me. ‘’ You stated, growing more distressed and irritated. He knew how you felt, how much this pained you, and yet he still pulled on the same heartstrings of yours. You thought that you could do this, you could go through this, but how could you when all he did was act persistent?

‘’ This rush of emotions, that you say keeps me from accepting my mate, is love. If you just fucking understood that, if you stopped trying to force someone onto me, if you just, for one damn second, listened to what i was saying - maybe you’d realise that these weeks, you’re the only one i want. But me accepting her will make you happy, right? Me leaving you to finally accept Laura, to finally give in to your wish, will make you feel better?’’ Paul questioned harshly, narrowing his eyes in a scolding manner and the familiar, animalistic snarl pulling agains this lips as he spoke more forcefully.

‘’ Yes. ‘’

You could tell from the briefly taken back expression on his face that he wasn’t expected what you just said. But, just as quickly, his cruel grimace returned. ‘’ Fine, then. Tomorrow, i’ll accept her, i’ll make her mine.’’ His words were quick and ruthless, and every little letter, every vowel and concept behind those words only stabbed you in the back. Your heart felt heavy, like it would fall and shatter like an untouched glass, released from the grip Paul held around it for all this time. All this time you loved him. ‘’ It physically hurts to stay away from her, that’s how much power an imprint has on you, but what surprised me for a bit was how much it hurt or me to stay away from you; you left me, Y/N, after all these months. I wanted you, i wanted you so bad and you pushed me away because you thought she was good enough. Now you can have what you want, you can leave and become happy with another human. Did you ever really hold feelings for me, Y/N? Or was it a trick, was i just a fucking puppet to be played with, and you were waiting for the right person to throw me away to? ‘’ His words spilled out powerfully, seeping into your mind bit by bit, every word was like a ton of bricks created to hurt you, to provoke you, to show you just how much you had hurt him. At your lack of response, Paul snarled, the finishing straw that would have drawn the line.

‘’ I hope you disappear. ‘’

That was all it took. All it took for you to release a sob, to finally realise you had tears streaming down your face, and to run out of the house not a second later. You hadn’t seen the instant flash of regret spread all over Paul’s face at the realisation what he had just said, because he meant none of it, and yet, caught up in the misery, in the untameable desire he held so horribly for you, his sorrowful words spilled out uncontrollably. This wasn’t what he wanted, no, he wanted to tell you how much he adored you, how he had plans to move away with you to prove that you meant more than anyone, and that he was ready to talk this out civilly as long as it made you happy.

Yet, with the pain in his eyes and the aching in his heart, Paul wanted nothing else than to express his anger, somewhere, anywhere. but certainly not on you.

The next few moments seemed to happen in a misty haze, uncaught by anyone. Running out of the house, with Paul closely on your heels, Jacob had just left the garage with most of the pack at the noise, but it was too late. 

Paul wasn’t quick enough, he wasn’t quick enough to reach out and grab you as you ran out from under his grasp, to the unprepared, untouched car. No one expected what had happened that night, especially Paul.

No one expected to hear the screeches of an unruly, frenzied unfamiliar car, with a driver whom could not control it upon the icy road just as much as you, smash straight into your car right as you drove into the road without warning; your vision blinded by tears. Screams, pleads and yells all mixed into chaos from everyone who ran to the two totalled cars. Only yours lay upside down, with a driver who wasn’t breathing.

Maybe Paul was right. Maybe you should disappear.

Funny, it was, how he was the first to say that and yet he was now the first one with tears in his eyes and effort like no other to get to you.

[ Should i make a part three? ]

I’m broken and no one hears my cry for help

Dr E. Munson, D.D.S

Description: praise from your dentist is the last thing you thought would stoke your passions. During another meeting, intoxicated after surgery, you accidently tell him how he makes you feel. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst and smut, my favourite trio. NSFW Minors DNI, reader mid 20s and Eddie mid to late 30s but not explicitly stated, no real time given implied 90s but written as open, reader is AFAB, no use of Y/N, tooth extraction (don’t worry it's not gory), little to no knowledge of the dental industry (please don't come for me I tried my best), fem oral receiving, overstimulation, massive praise kink, p in v protected sex.

A/N: Well, the tale of my praise kink being activated at the dentist appears to have struck a chord with you all, so as unbelievable as this is, just go with it. Eddie's a dentist. Not just a dentist, but a soft pleasure dom dentist ;) I tried to make it believable!! Also, I can't write short fics anymore. I gotta get elaborate before I get into the good ole porn. 

🖤 Comments and reblogs are my lifeblood, please reblog if you want me to keep writing, it really makes my day sweethearts. 🖤

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Fidgeting restlessly with your rings, your leg shakes compulsively as you sit in the sterile waiting room. You really wish you didn't have to go through this alone, but your best friend Alex is working and you are far too old to be going to the dentist with your mom. 

Needs must, though. Yesterday, whilst you were eating one of your nieces candy suckers of all things, you bit down and shattered a wisdom tooth. Just thinking about it you can see Dr Burke's stern face, with his ridiculously bushy eyebrows and wrinkled frown, telling you off for eating too much sugar. 

When the perky receptionist calls your name and instructs you to go to room 2, you're a wobbling bubble of nerves. Walking over the cheap linoleum on click clack heels, you pause for a moment outside the door in confusion. 

The little plaque on the wooden door is different. It used to hold old Dr Burke's name on it, but it's changed. 

Dr E. Munson, D.D.S.

Swinging the door open, you see a much younger man sitting on a swivel stool looking over some notes. His hair is long and wavy, so long he's scraped it into a low ponytail, and there's a sprinkle of stubble over his face. As he looks up, you're met with the deepest, most soulful brown eyes you've ever seen. And is that, an eyebrow piercing? He flashes a grin, one filled with such mischief that for a second you forget why you're here. 

“Well hello! You must be my next patient. Take a seat right here.” 

He pats the treatment chair but you still stand gormlessly by the door. 

“You're not Dr Burke.”

Well done idiot, state the obvious.

“Seems your eyesights OK.” 

He shoots a wink at you which immediately turns your insides to jello. 

“Dr Burke retired actually. I'm Dr Munson, I just moved to the city. You can call me Eddie.” 

He extends a hand out to you. Shuffling forward in your pencil skirt you click your way over to him and take his hand. It's huge, enveloping your own, but he holds your hand with care and shakes it very gently. 

He lets go to wash his hands and put a pair of latex gloves on. 

“You know you don't have to dress up to go to the dentist, but it's appreciated.” 

Is he flirting with me? 

“I-I was at work this morning.” 

You perch on the seat and pull your legs up, sliding your handbag to the floor. 

“So, what seems to be the problem?” 

“I was, well…” 

“It's OK sweetheart, I ain't gonna tell you off.” 

Sweetheart? Oh Holy Shit. 

You found yourself clenching your toes in your heels. This guy is far too hot to be a dentist.

“I was eating a sucker and I, well, I bit down, broke my back right wisdom tooth. It shattered.”

He scoots his stool towards you and instructs you to open your mouth. As he examines you he hums, feeling inside your mouth with a gloved hand. 

“Yup, that's broken up alright. I'm sorry, that must be painful. Don't worry, I'll do my best to help. I'm gonna do an x-ray, that OK?” 

“Yeah.” 

Pulling a little plastic T instrument from his desk, he wheels back over.

“Now, this is going to be uncomfortable, and I'm real sorry. Open your mouth and I'll slide it in gently.” 

Face flickering a violent shade of red, you nod. Surely he's aware of how this sounds?

“OK, open wide, that's it.” 

He puts the little contraption in your mouth.

“OK, now bite down. I know, it's uncomfortable. It'll just take a second. That's it, just breathe for me.” 

It's not intolerable but it's not exactly nice. A moment before it would have been too much he takes it out. 

“That's it, did so good for me. Well done sweetheart.” 

Now, this is not the fucking time to have these sorts of feelings. A heat had started  spreading between your legs that you haven't felt for quite some time. 

“Hmm,” Eddie said as he looked at the x-ray, “I definitely need to remove those pieces. I'm a bit concerned about the tooth above it. That's got a cavity, it'll need to be removed, but it'll need surgery I'm sorry to say.” 

“Surgery? Oh God.” 

“Hey, it'll be alright. I'd do it now but it's too risky. Never had to go into surgery before?” 

Laughing nervously, you fiddle with your fingers. 

“I've never had a tooth removed! I'm a tooth removal virgin.” 

The words just flew out and there was nothing you could do to pull them back. Eddie leaned in a little, a cheeky glint in his eye. 

“Well, then I'll be extra gentle.” 

A stare that's a fraction too long, and he scoots back over to his desk. Not long after he's got a needle in his hand.

“Now, I'm gonna need to numb the area, and this is going to be painful. But once this is done, that's the worst of it. If you need me to stop at any point, you just raise your hand. That OK?” 

“Sure, do what you need to.”

“Atta girl, so brave for me. Open your mouth wide.” 

My good God this man and his words; you can picture yourself on your knees in front of him as he says the same things.

Atta girl, take it a little deeper, that's it, so good for me… 

Squirming hotly in your seat, you do as instructed and his gloved fingers invade your mouth once more. 

“OK, you're gonna feel a sharp scratch, it'll go on for a few seconds, doing it now… good girl.” 

As he says ‘good girl’ two things happen. He injects your gum, and you flood your panties. The pain is inconsequential at this point, you just want him to keep talking to you like that.

“OK, one more sweetheart… that's it, so brave, look at you, taking it so well.” 

He stares at you with those soft brown eyes and once again you forget entirely why you're here. 

“Now, you should start to feel your lips tingle, it'll mean it's working.” 

Your dirty mind can't help but think; which lips? 

As a numbness invades your mouth, you let him know. 

“Yeah, it's definitely working.”

“Good stuff. Now, I'm gonna feel in your mouth again, OK?”

You nod, beyond words, and he puts his fingers in your mouth. 

“Now, if you need me to stop, what do you do?” 

Sheepishly you hold your hand up.

“That's it, atta girl. Such a good listener.” 

Nothing you can do but beam inwardly at the praise.

“Now, you can feel me right here, but there should be no pain, yeah?” 

Resisting the urge to moan around his fingers, you make a sound akin to a muffled ‘uhuh’.

“Awesome, now just hold still, you'll hear some crunching and feel pressure, and then it'll be done.” 

As he pulls a shiny implement from a tray and starts working the tooth shards from your mouth, you focus on his forehead, at the look of total concentration. How the lines on his forehead furrow. How his beautiful eyes harden slightly. How his perfect pink tongue dips out… 

“All done.” 

“Huh?” 

He laughs, a rich, bubbling thing, and nods.

“Yup. You're good. Need to make an appointment at the desk for the other tooth though.”

“Will you be doing that?” 

It rushes out in a blather which you can't control. 

“Sure thing sweetheart. Just ask at the desk for me.” 

“OK. Thanks.” 

“Not a problem. Got to be there for my favourite patient.” 

He flashes another wink at you which seems to rush straight to your knees as you get up and leave on newborn foal legs. Reaching the door, you hear his voice ring out behind you. 

“And what should we do with suckers next time?” 

Turning to face him, he raises an eyebrow, awaiting your response with the most serious expression he's given you so far. 

“I should… suck?” 

“Yeah you should.” 

A mind altering grin later and he's turning back to his desk. 

I should suck? What the hell is wrong with you! You need to get laid like, yesterday.

********************

It's a couple of weeks later and you're laying in the most unflattering hospital gown known to man with your best friend Alex who is trying to distract you. 

“Honey, you'll be fine, they're putting you under! It's like, free drugs!” 

You laugh at his antics, smiling with nerves. 

“It's not the surgery, its-” 

You hear mumbling in the doorway, two nurses gossiping in what they must think is out of earshot. 

“Did you hear? Dr Munsons performing the surgery?” 

“Yeah, he's not even supposed to be here. I hear Dr Stevens is pissed.” 

As they walk away, continuing their whispering, you look over to Alex who is smirking at you. 

“Oh, so he's not even supposed to be here? Ooh he likes you!” 

You blush, thinking about the other day. 

“No! I… I asked for him, that's all. You know I don't like this sort of shit.”

“Ah, so you thought Dr Dreamy would make it bearable huh?” 

“Shut up!” 

Dr Munson walks in then, smiling that smile that held a firm grip on your panties. Alex's eyes widen as he mouths the word ‘hot’ to you. You subtly nod your agreement and then smile at Eddie.

“Well, fancy seeing you here.” 

“Couldn't stay away,” you respond, rolling your eyes. He chuckles back and looks you up and down. 

“I told you sweetheart, no need to get dressed up for me.” 

“What, this old thing?”

You share a laugh whilst Alex's eyebrows raise practically through the roof. This is clearly crossing some line, this banter between you, but he's the doctor and he started it. 

Soon, the procedure has been explained and they're wheeling you out of there and putting you under anaesthesia. 

“OK, good job, such a brave girl. Now, countdown from ten for me.”

“Ten, nine, eight…” 

********************

Blinking bleary-eyed, you look around and catch the eye of your friend. 

“She's awake! You OK?” 

You are OK. In fact, you're fantastic. 

“I'm great! M'I goin’ in surgery now?” 

“You've been, it's done! It's all fine.”

“Huh?” 

A fantastically handsome man walks in, entirely distracting you. Long hair, sparkling eyes, a gorgeous smile, and a slender tall frame. He's so hot. Wait, you can just say he's hot, right? 

“Wow, wh'ryou? You're suuuper hot.” 

He laughs, looking a little embarrassed. 

“I'm Dr Munson, remember? Eddie. The er, drugs will wear off soon.” 

“Eddie!” 

You sit up immediately, despite the hands that shoot out to keep you still. 

“Now, take it easy, the ketamine makes people act a little funny. How are you feeling?”

“M’great! All… floaty like. S’good shit.” 

Eddie laughs as Alex holds his head in his hands. 

“Good to hear. It'll wear off soon, I'm sure your boyfriend will take good care of you.” 

“Nooo he's n’my’boyfrien’. He's suuuper gay. Ya’single? I no’had- not had any for nine months!” 

Alex pipes up. 

“Honey, you know I love you, so much, but you need to shut your mouth.” 

Eddie laughs, flashing his perfect teeth. 

“He's got a point. Glad you're doing good, the surgery went smoothly, so you'll be good to go in a few minutes.”

“Thank's'much Eddie. God, you're s’gorgeous. Did I do good?” 

Eddie looks like he wants to be anywhere but here. 

“Course you did. The best. That's why you're my favourite patient.”

Holding your hand up to your mouth and doing the worst stage whisper known to man, you look at Alex. 

“See? Tol’ ya, his wors’ make me wet.” 

“...aaaand that's the line. Thanks for taking care of her Dr Munson, I'll get her home safe.” 

With protests from you, Eddie shuffles awkwardly out of the room. After a little while you're discharged, with Alex promising to look after you until you're back to normal.

********************

The strong coffee aroma assaults your nostrils; you take a massive inhale of your cup as if the caffeine could be absorbed by smell alone. The coffee shop was busy this Saturday morning but you'd managed to carve out your little comfy seat and tiny table so you can work on your writing. It was a relief after the busy week you've had to actually focus on something you love. 

The noises and chatter of the place wash over you as you zone out, thinking of how to handle the plot twist coming up. It needed to be thoughtful, but unforced, as if the characters… 

“Well, if it isn't my favourite patient.” 

“Huh?” 

You look up and see a very familiar pair of eyes. Eddie. The rest of him however, looks very different. 

Eddie's in an old Iron Maiden t-shirt, worn with age, and tight black jeans. A chain hangs low at his hip, and his large hands are adorned with silver rings. His hair is loose and unkept around his shoulders, but his signature smile still beams at you. His forearms are on display, covered in tattoos. It's certainly not what you were expecting. How did he just get even hotter? 

Remembering what Alex told you about how you made an utter fool of yourself brings you out of your revelry. The stuff you said to him after surgery makes you visibly cringe. You were torn between wanting to ask him out and wanting the ground to swallow you whole. 

Cheeks blazing with heat, you find your voice.

“Eddie! Er, hi.” 

“You mind if I sit here? It's pretty packed.”

Gesturing at him to make himself comfortable, he swings his leg over the stool opposite and sits down, mug of steaming coffee in his hands. 

“What brings you here?” 

“Well, I write. As a hobby, you know? Needed to get out of the house and get some done. And you?” 

He points a thick finger across the street and you gulp in your throat, remembering the feel of those fingers in your mouth. 

“There's a record store across the way, I was scouting for anything I've missed. Unlucky today it seems.” 

It was weird seeing him here. Like when you see a teacher in the wild. Except you're not a kid, and the teacher is fucking fine. 

You nod and share a very uncomfortable silence. 

“Listen, I'm sorry for anything I said-” 

“Hey, don't worry about it sweetheart, it was the drugs. Trust me I've heard some weird shit!”

He seems to shrug it off and you breathe a sigh of relief. The last few weeks all you've managed to think about is how much of a fool you've made of yourself. Hopefully he's chalked it all up to the drugs. No need for him to know you were speaking the truth.

“I gotta say, you don't look like a dentist.” 

Eddie laughs, a perfect deep laugh that has you squirming in your seat. 

“Yeah, I get that alot. I er, used to get beat up when I was a kid. I got punched real hard once, broke my jaw. It was wired shut for like six weeks. After that, well, you find some respect for dentistry. Thought I'd give it a shot, went to school. Seems I have a knack for it. I have an impeccable bedside manner, apparently. Or so I'm told.” 

I'll say. 

“I can- I can see that.” 

He blazes a grin at you that damn near combusts your insides. And that's what you blame for the thing that's about to fall out of your big mouth.

“Listen, I know this is crazy but can I have your number?” 

What the fuck are you doing?? Hitting on your dentist?

It seems your word vomit was indeed something that happened in real life and not just in your head. Eddie looks pained as he warms his hands on his coffee mug. 

“Listen, sweetheart, you're a very pretty girl but… I can't. It'd be wrong of me, you're my patient and-” 

“No, I get it, it was dumb, ignore me.” 

You grab your belongings at the speed of lightning and stuff everything into your bag. 

“Hey, sweetheart, wait, I literally ca-” 

Hell no. 

You've made more of an idiot of yourself than you're prepared to be comfortable with. Now, cheeks burning hotly you shoulder your heavy bag and bustle out of the store, leaving an open mouthed Eddie sitting there with his arm outstretched.

********************

Today was the cherry on top of the icing on top of the cake of embarrassment. You've never asked a guy for his number before and the first time you do you're shot down? Confidence well and truly knocked, you called around and found a new dentist, and then called your old dentist's office to let them know. There was no way you could face Eddie again after you'd made a fool of yourself three times. 

In an effort to cheer yourself up after that disastrous rendezvous, you'd dressed up, put on your highest heels paired with your shortest skirt and a red silk blouse, and went out for a night on the town. 

Now, you don't make a habit of sitting at the bar on your own. You've dealt with enough creeps in your time to know that it was a bad idea. However, when it comes to your friends, you can give a little leeway. 

Hence why you sat in your very short black skirt, heels tapping on the little rail on the bottom of the bar as you sip your Manhattan, watching your friend Alex out the corner of your eye have a make-out session with his new boyfriend. They were sitting at a table just to the right; you were on a barstool giving them a couple feet of privacy. 

It was getting a little old though. In the past half an hour three men had approached you. You can't lie to yourself, it was the reason you'd agreed to be a third wheel in the first place. Trying to manifest the right kind of man clearly wasn't working however. 

The first guy looked around twelve, with the wispiest facial hair you've ever seen. As he'd nervously bumbled a line at you, you told him you've never seen a theoretical moustache before. That saw the back of him. Contestant number two was the sleaziest douchebag in the whole bar, perhaps the entire city. He was the hardest to deal with; you'd ended up just turning away and ignoring him until he'd left. Number three was some balding, middle aged man with a pot belly and a stained tie. Exhausted by the previous two, you interrupted his practised line with one clear and concise ‘No’.

Almost certain that your date tonight would involve you with your vibrator, you order another cocktail. On your left directly next to you a guy starts leaning on the bar and calls to the bartender. 

“Hey Jack, can I get a beer please, and whatever this lovely girl is drinking.” 

Rolling your eyes and turning to look at contestant number four, ready to tell them to fuck right off, you realise its Eddie. Of course it fucking is. The universe seems to have a horrible sense of humour today. He's still in his jeans and boots, but now sporting a burgundy shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Stupid dentist and his stupid hot tattooed forearms. 

“Are you following me? I don't need a pity drink thanks, I'm good.” 

You reach into your purse to pay for the drink you ordered but Eddie already has cash in his hand. He pays for it anyway and leans on the bar facing you. 

“It's not pity, it's an apology for earlier. And I think you're the one following me, I live two floors up.” 

Lips pressed into a firm line, you stir your drink with its cocktail stick and pretend that dentists don't exist.

“You can't just ignore me, you know.” 

Taking a sip of your drink you continue to stare resolutely forward. 

“OK, you can just ignore me, but I'd like it if you didn't.” 

Another sip, and you pull the little cherry off its stick and chew it. 

“So, you got a thing for dentists or is it just me, sweetheart?” 

That's it, you turn angrily to face him and scowl. 

“That's totally unfair you can't just-”

“Ha, got ya talking.” 

He's grinning at his little victory, laughter lines creasing near his eyes. If your eyes could shoot daggers you're sure he would have died from blood loss at this point. 

“Listen, I'm sorry, OK? I would have said yes in a fucking heartbeat, but I could lose my license.” 

Your eyes soften; he's clearly telling the truth and it does make sense. His licence hadn't even entered your mind. 

“I understand. Sorry for being rough on you.” 

“Don't worry about it. I just thought I better clear the air if I'm gonna be your dentist.” 

“Oh, don't worry about it. You're not.” 

“Huh?”

Looking down at the bar and drawing circles in the condensation from your drink with a finger, you explain. 

“I couldn't face seeing you again, so I, ha, ran off to a different dentist. It's a half hour out of my way, but never mind.” 

Eddie's posture changes immediately, standing fully to attention. 

“You're not my patient anymore?” 

“Nope,” you reply, and knock back the last of your drink, “I'm not.” 

“You're not my patient anymore.” 

You risk looking back at him; he's wide eyed, nodding in your direction, as if he's just told a joke that you didn't get. Face scrunched with confusion, you blink it away as a light bulb pings on inside your head. 

“Oh. I'm not your patient anymore.” 

The grin that slowly unfolds across Eddie's face is damn right sinful. 

“You wanna come upstairs?” 

“Hell yes.” 

Leaping lightly off of the bar stool, you turn to dislodge your coat from the back of Alex's chair and wave at him frantically to tell him you're leaving. He turns to you, then Eddie, then back to you with what can only be described as A Look. If you weren't so excited you would have admonished him, but who the fuck cares. 

Eddie grabs your hand firmly and pushes through the thronging crowd with you in tow. The cold night air hits you like a blow to the chest when you escape, as does your rash decision. 

Eddie seems to sense your hesitation. Pulling you into a doorway he grabs your other hand and looks at you. 

“Sweetheart, you know you don't have to do anything you don't want to. We can just go upstairs, have a drink, or not, and chat. Really.” 

“Really?” You cock your head with the question as he licks his bottom lip with a pink tongue, dragging it to his perfect teeth to bite. He looks nervous, and for some reason, that is doing it for you right now. 

“Really. I'm just saying we don't have to rush-” 

The rest of his sentence is swallowed whole by your kiss as you tip your head up and push your lips against his firmly. Eddie grabs your waist with one hand, the other snaking into your hair to cradle your head. 

For a moment you forget about the cold, about the fact that anyone can see you like this right now. All that matters is the pounding heat of his body smashing against yours and the passion pouring from his tongue as it swipes and rolls and fills your mouth with unexpected moans.

Nails digging into his back, as if attempting to claw under his clothes, you force his body against the wall in the wanton desire to be closer. His hand massages the silk of your blouse at your waist, warmth spreading from his palm into your very flesh and seeping down between your legs. 

You'd have him, right here, against this wall, right now, if he hadn't pulled your head back softly to break the kiss. The tips of your noses rub together as you both gasp for the same air. He's smiling and biting his lip again, but this time it looks like a distraction to stop himself from devouring you. Eddie breaks the feral spell first.

“So, just a chat, yeah?” 

You both laugh, a giddy silly thing reserved for the two of you. 

“Yeah, you're probably right. Don't want to rush these things.” 

Nodding sagely, you take his proffered hand and let him lead you inside and up the stairs. 

You're not sure what you expect his place to look like, but you're pleasantly surprised at how open and spacious it is. Hardwood floors, big windows, a big black sofa, and an open kitchen area with a little breakfast bar. There's a wall of shelves with what must be hundreds of records, CDs and tapes on it, all neatly organised and displayed, and an expensive looking sound system. Two guitars sit by the couch as if they'd been played recently, along with an amp that seems to be doubling as a side table. There's a small pile of boxes over by one wall that have yet to be unpacked. And that's it.

No wonder it looks so spacious, there's nothing in it. 

“Eddie, it's a great place, but er, where's all your stuff?” 

He looks a little sheepish as he flicks a standing lamp on and shuts the curtains. 

“Yeah. Got the basics sorted; kitchen, bedroom, music. Honestly, never lived anywhere this big before, and my last place came furnished.” 

He gestures widely at the sofa with a swing of his arm and you perch on it, ankles crossed, fully aware of how short your skirt is. 

“So, you wanna drink? Unfortunately I can't make a Manhattan but I’ve got rum, some vodka, sodas, maybe a beer?” 

“What do you mean you can't make a Manhattan? What sort of establishment is this?” 

You huff dramatically, folding your arms. 

“I'm terribly sorry Ma’am, I shall have a word with the management.” 

Eddie falls to one knee in a low bow, a mock plea for your forgiveness and the sheer goofiness makes your heart do a little hop inside your chest. 

“What can I possibly do to make it up to you?” 

His eyes are open, honest and sincere. But the grin fighting to crawl over his face is naughtiness personified.

“Well I shall have a beer now, and maybe you can make it up to me later?” 

Smirking, he presses a soft kiss to your knee, then another, to the side of it. Letting his teeth drag further he playfully nips at the outside of your thigh and smooths the area with a lick. 

Breathe. Remember, you need oxygen to live. 

You take a harsh, ragged breath in as if inhaling for the first time and try to concentrate on slowing your heart rate. This is madness, you feel wrecked from a sprinkling of kisses. 

Feeling Eddie's soft chuckle as the air from it dances on your thigh, he gets back up looking far too pleased with himself. 

“You know, you shouldn't be that forward with a lady.” 

Throwing his head back and laughing loudly he walks around the back of the couch. Directly behind you, he begins talking again. 

“I don't see a lady here.” 

Whipping your head around to reprimand him, he bends to your level and whispers in your exposed ear. 

“I see a very good girl.” 

Words die in your throat having never reached your tongue. There's no witty repartee, just an odd noise that blurts out of you, halfway between a whimper and a squeak. 

Eddie walks away towards the fridge to grab your drink, no doubt with a very smug look on his face. In his absence you fan yourself to try to quench some of the raging heat within, but at this point it's like throwing a water bomb at a house fire. Undoing one button on your blouse, you let the girls have a little air at least. 

He returns, drinks in hand, and offers one to you with a bow of his head. 

“Milady.” 

You take it and sip as Eddie sits next to you. 

“I thought I wasn't a lady?”

“You are right, absolutely right,” he responds, shuffling closer to put an arm around you, and nuzzles your neck teasingly, “and I am not a gentleman.” 

You reach out to the side, and realise there's nowhere to put your beer. 

“Eddie, you need a coffee table or something.” 

“Just, put it on the floor.” 

Placing it gently on the floor, wincing as you do so, you mumble half to yourself, “if my mother could see me now…” 

“I'm sure she'd have more important things to say than about the lack of coasters, sweetheart.” 

“You have a very good point.” 

Eddie holds your jaw, softly turning your face to his own, and presses a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, and finally to your lips. It's more gentle than the searing heat of the last one; a languid spell of tongues finding their way against each other. 

As you both break away, Eddie strokes your bare thigh, whispering in your ear as he does so. 

“God, when you walked in my office, I thought I might have to switch professions. I just wanted to hike that tight skirt up and bury my face right here.” 

His hand moves up your leg, a finger ghosting over the top of your panties that makes a shiver work all its way to the tips of your toes. It's a bold move, and one you wouldn't stand for usually, but this is Eddie. You've been fantasising about this for the last two months. Hell, this scene has played in your brain so long it was almost like it didn't feel like the first time.

So, if he's going to be that bold, then bold it is.

“Well, I gotta confess, it took a lot for me to not moan around your fingers in my mouth.” 

Eddie groans loud, throwing his head against the back of the couch. 

“Fuck that's so hot. C'mere.” 

He's coaxing you into his lap and you follow his lead, swinging your leg across him and most likely giving him a choice view of your lacy underwear. His large hands wander over your frame, mapping out your curves with his eyes as well as his fingers. 

“Eddie.” 

You breathe it out, your hands resting on his shoulders. He's getting hard beneath you, you can feel it as your hips start to move back and forth of their own accord. 

“Hmm?” 

He doesn't look up, busy stroking your sides, thumb brushing your breasts with each pass. Every nerve feels like a live wire, feeling more needy than you think you've ever been. 

“Eddie, please, just kiss me.” 

“No.” 

“No?”

He does look at you then, giving you a cheeky smile.

“I think I've got the hottest girl in the city on my lap right now, let me savour it a little.” 

Rolling your eyes, you reach to the front of your blouse and start unbuttoning it slowly, letting the silky fabric fall off your shoulders and away. The fates seem to be in your favour for once; this is your best bra, adorned in satin and black lace.

“Well, someone's eager. Were you looking to get lucky tonight?” 

Eddie says as he smirks at you, a hand stroking up, over your laced covered chest, coming to rest on the side of your throat. 

“It's been a while Eddie, forgive me for being keen.” 

“Oh yeah, what was it? Nine months, right?” 

Cringing at his words whilst he chuckles, you rest your forehead on his shoulder to hide your face. 

“Technically no.” It's muffled into the fabric of his shirt.

“No?”

Still unwilling to look at him, you reply, “that was a few weeks ago. It's ten now.” 

Pulling you upright again, he playfully pouts, a little mocking face that's making your insides pulse. 

“Aw, poor, poor baby. Guess I shouldn't tease so much. Why don't you take this ridiculous skirt off and sit for me sweetheart.” 

It's comical how quickly you follow his directions, shuffling your skirt off and laying back on the sofa, ass near the edge, as he drops to his knees on the floor in front of you. 

“That's it, right there. Such a good listener.”

As he runs his hands up the inside of your thighs, you spread your legs to make room for him, breath quickening in anticipation. 

“I suppose I better check,” he says as he looks up at you with a serious expression, pierced eyebrow arching. 

“Check what?” 

“How wet my words made you.” 

‘Oh God!” you squeak, hiding in your hands, “I can't believe you remembered that!” 

“Remembered it? I can't think of anything else.” 

His thick rough fingertips reach higher and higher; he slips two under your panties, hooking them to one side as his digits glide through your wetness. 

“Oh sweetheart, you're soaked. That must be uncomfortable. Don't worry I'm gonna do something about that.” 

You're thinking of something clever to say back but your mind empties entirely as his touch moves to your clit and rubs slow, deliberate circles. 

The relief of him finally stroking just where you need it has you near tears, breathy gasps pulling from your chest and rushing out your mouth. 

His fingers leave you suddenly and you resist the urge to stamp your foot like an impatient toddler, fists tight at your sides. Eddie raises up on his knees, leaning toward your chest. 

“I'm gonna take this off first, that OK sweetheart?” 

He runs a finger between the valley of your breasts as he speaks, making your back arch into the hint of a touch. 

“Y-yes.” 

“Atta girl.” 

He reaches behind you and flicks your bra clasp, opening it with such ease that it makes you question internally how many times he's done that before. Then, he pulls the straps down slowly and with such reverence that you forget your thoughts. 

“Jesus Christ, you are just perfect aren't you.” 

Solid knuckles rub gently over a pebbled nipple making you whimper and bite your lip. Leaning in, his mouth is wet and warm, almost leisurely massaging your nipple, then giving the same amount of care and attention to the other. 

When his teeth graze you an unfiltered moan shoots out from you, entirely unbidden. 

“Wow, you're really sensitive,” he says when he unlatches his mouth. He pinches one abruptly and you cry out, hand grasping at his bicep in pleasurable shock. Licking his lips, he grins at you. 

“Oh we are gonna have a lot of fun sweetheart.” 

Running a finger just under the hem of your panties, he pulls them down as you assist him, lifting your ass to give him room. He shakes his head, biting his lip as he takes all of you in with his eyes now that you're entirely exposed, as if he can’t believe his luck. 

Kissing down your quivering form, he finally slips that overbold tongue of his between your folds, running it back and forth over your sensitive nub. His tongue searches you, taking care to leave no spot untouched. It's deliberate; a slow and intense exploration of your sex, as if mapping out every sweet spot, spurred on by the moans spilling from your lips with ever increasing frequency. 

Each sound you make is echoed, mirrored by Eddie, as if he was taking as much enjoyment in eating you out as you were in receiving it. The build up is as slow as his movements, but that certainly isn't a bad thing. Far from it. The feeling fizzing in your very blood is deep and profound, and it keeps building. 

Until Eddie does this twirling thing with his tongue that makes your eyes cross, that sets each one of your nerves on fire, fingers desperately grasping at his soft waves as you moan even louder. 

“Fuck, Eddie! Right there!” 

His words are muffled, a hint of amusement in them, but you're sure he says “yes ma'am.”

Then he does it again, and again, tongue twisting like it's independent from his body, swirling you into a deep pool of overwashing ecstasy. Back leaving the soft confines of the couch you clutch at his hair as your hoarse moans pound out of you, until you flop back down, a glistening panting mess. 

Eddie's still kissing your delicate parts, leaving soft, almost innocent kisses. He presses his lips to your clit again and you squirm, trying to get out of his gentle, grasping hands. It's a soft touch, but his hands are immovable, like velvet wrapped around a steel bar. 

“Eddie, fuck, I-I'm really sensitive-” 

“Oh I know sweetheart,” he says, pressing his mouth against you over and over, “but we're not done.” 

Staring at him wide eyed, he lifts one hand, ring and middle finger outstretched, and brushes the tips of them to your kiss bitten bottom lip. 

“Can you get these nice and wet for me sweetheart?”

Parting your lips slightly, he slips the fingers inside and you do as instructed, licking and suckling on them, surprised by how fiercely you wanted to. They felt rough and heavy on your tongue. Eddie's staring at you with a burning admiration in his eyes, still pushing his lips to you. He suckles softly at your clit making you writhe and moan around him. As he pulls his fingers out you call to him. 

“Eddie, I can't it's too much-” 

“Shhh, princess, do you really want me to stop?” 

A little drop of shame trickles down your throat at the thought. 

“No,” you whisper. 

“That's what I thought,” he says as his fingers circle your silken entrance, “be good for me sweetheart, good girls come twice.” 

You're not sure if the heady moan that you release is due to his fingers slipping inside you, or his words. It could be a combination of both. Stroking at you incessantly, his fingers drive into you, perpetually caressing that soft spot inside that makes your toes curl. 

Your release creeps up unsurprisingly fast. It's all force and pressure, a tightening, full feeling that's gripping your insides in its strong claws. One minute you're holding on to reality and the next, you're gone, floating away as the pressure melts and cascades from you like stardust. 

Your vision unblurring, you realise what's happened when the sound of it reaches your ears. That squelching, soaking noise of Eddie's fingers working you through the last throes of your pleasure. 

As you look down Eddie's staring at your dripping pussy with awe, having to pull his fingers out of you with a bit of force since you don't seem to want to let go. He sits back on his heels with a smile that could rival the Cheshire cats, absolutely coated in your juices. It's covering his face, his hand, and it's even darkened the front and sleeve of his shirt. 

An apology nestles on the tip of your tongue, but it stays there when Eddie speaks. 

“Atta girl, did so good for me. Fuck, I kinda want to see if you can do that again.” 

Opening your mouth for a witty remark, it escapes you. Your usually sharp mind is now the consistency of spray cheese. All that comes out is a soft little noise, a cross between a hum and a thank you. 

“Stay right there, I'll be back.” 

You giggle a little as he runs off. Where on earth does he think you'll go? And more importantly, how? 

When he returns his face and hands are clean, and crucially, he's shirtless. Lean muscle gleams in the low light, decorated with a dozen or so tattoos. He's got a cloth in one hand, and a glass of water in the other. 

“Here, drink up sweetheart, you need it.” 

You search for a hint of playfulness or smugness in his face and come up empty. In fact, he's staring, waiting for you to take a sip. When you do, he smiles, and goes about wiping the tops of your thighs. The cloth is even warm. You've never been given a warm cloth before, the closest being a handful of scrunched up tissues. 

“Eddie, where have you been all my life?” 

Laughing loudly, he sits next to you, stealing a sip of your water. 

“I came as quickly as I could.” 

It was a cheesy line, but you're beyond caring, a goofy grin smeared all over your face. 

“Can I take you to the bedroom?” 

You nod and before you can get up he's scooping you into his arms. 

“Eddie, I can walk you know,” you say as you drape your arms around his neck. 

“Oh I know, I just want to take care of you.” 

Fuck. You could move in tomorrow. 

The only things you notice about the bedroom are the soft blue of the duvet as he places you gently on top of it and the bedside lamps he flicks on that bathe the room in a warm glow. The rest doesn't matter, not right now. Your eyes are on him as he stands at the edge of the bed, looking at you as if you were a beautiful sculpture carved from the finest marble. 

Getting up on your knees, you smile cheekily up at him as you hook your fingers into the worn denim and pop the top button. 

“And what do you think you're doing?” He asks, hand moving up to cradle your face. 

“I was going to return the favour.” 

You unzip the fly and pull them down, eyes widening at the swollen bulge in his trunks. They're tight, leaving little room for the imagination, but anything you may have imagined couldn't possibly compare to the real thing. 

“Not tonight sweetheart. Like I said, I want to take care of you.” 

He turns to the nightstand and rummages around, pulling out a packet of condoms. It's new, you notice, as he unwraps the film and takes one out, placing it on the side whilst he rolls his underwear off.

As he's putting it on you gawp shamelessly, truly wondering if it's actually going to fit. No wonder he's so confident. 

“Did you actually just turn down a blow job?” 

He smiles, crawling between your legs and caging your head between his arms. 

“What can I say, I'm a giver.” 

He stops for a moment, knuckles stroking your cheek. 

“You sure you wanna do this?” 

Smiling gently, you reach down and grasp his solid member making him jolt, and rub the tip through your slick. 

“Yes.” 

You line him up and his smile turns into an open mouthed groan, eyebrows knitting together as he starts slipping inside of you. 

“Eddie, holy- fuck.” 

“You're OK sweetheart, doing such a good job for me.” 

He pushes in further and you realise why all the foreplay was necessary. Clearly, he enjoyed it too, but you're not sure you could have taken him without it. When he's finally sitting flush inside you wince a little, hands tight on his shoulders. 

“You feel incredible, so tight for me.” 

Whimpering, you can feel your cheeks heat with the praise. 

“God you really do like my words don't you?” 

Grinning mischievously, he plants a soft kiss to your lips. It weirdly feels more intimate than him being inside you. 

“Y-yeah, it's really sexy Eddie.” 

His cock kicks up inside you, making you gasp a little. 

“You're really sexy. The little sounds you make, your moans.”

As if demonstrating that, he pulls out a little and thrusts in gently, forcing a quivering sigh from you. 

“See? Fucking perfect sweetheart.” 

He begins rolling his hips into you, never pulling out too much, as if he couldn't stand to be any further apart. 

One of his sinewy arms snakes its way underneath you, holding you close as he playfully nips your earlobe and breathing whispers into your ear. 

“How many times?” 

“Huh?” You respond, utterly lost in the feel of him dragging against your gripping walls. 

“How many times do you want to come?” 

You giggle, despite the situation, or maybe because of it.

“I don't usually, oh, get t-to choose, is there a- oh fuck- there a menu or something?” 

He chuckles and slows down just slightly, pushing into you devastatingly deep. 

“What's the most you've managed?” 

He's so thick, and the feel of him is otherworldly; it had you wondering how it'd feel without the layer of latex between you. 

“I can't- fuck- I can't think- like two?”

He stops, looking at you incredulously  with a furrowed brow.

“Two? We can do better than that.” 

He speeds up, leaning on one arm as his other hand finds its way down your torso and begins to rub your clit. That pulse inside you is sent into overdrive, mouth open and panting as you cling to his back, nails digging into his skin. 

Your release swells inside, growing, and intensifying, until it suddenly pops, showering you in pleasure. Tears spring in the corners of your eyes as you moan out your release an inch from his face.

“Atta girl,” Eddie says as he nudges you with his nose, “do that again.” 

Your clit feels a little sore, swollen and sensitive after so much pleasure. His touch is gentle, but it's still overwhelming. 

“Eddie, I-I can't, please-” 

“You want me to stop? I'll stop if you want that sweetheart.” 

The sharp feeling begins to dull, making way for another wave of euphoria that washes over your whole body. Legs twitching uncontrollably, you whine long and low, a flood of noises bursting from you that no damn could ever stop. 

“That a no, sweetheart?” 

“Don't stop don't stop don’t stop - oh!” 

You'd be embarrassed by the crazy noise you made as you come again, if you were even aware of it. A screeching loud moan, eyes scrunched as your body leaves the bed and your nails drag across his bare back. 

“That's it, knew you could, so good for me. Fuck, nearly lost it.” 

He does stop then, biting his lip to stop himself from unleashing his own orgasm as his breath comes in short huffs. 

“Eddie, you don't have to- ohmygod!”

The last of your sentence evaporates on your tongue as he hooks his arms under your legs and pushes your thighs flush to your chest. It seems even Eddie has lost the power of speech, dirty moans pouring from his mouth that rival your own. 

He's so deep, impossibly deep; as if he were in your guts at this point. You've never felt so full in all your life. Your third release is almost there, a tightening string wound around you, pulling and twisting and contorting your body into a writhing sweaty shambles. 

You're clenching and convulsing around his pumping length as he twitches inside you, his groans and grunts spurring you on. It's faster now, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Sweat clings to the very air, the heat in the room creating this cloying humidity that dampens each breath out, making hair stick to skin and creating loud slapping sounds of your conjunction. 

Eddie's face is red with effort, teeth gritted and lips tight. 

“Are you gonna come again? I can feel you. Please, sweetheart, please- fuck- I need it, I need it, come with me!” 

You let go. The tight string breaks and your orgasm spreads through your very soul; it's so profound and savage that tears spill out and down your cheeks with its intensity. Eddie joins you, coming as one with a drawn out groan that borders on feral. 

For a moment, you both revel in it, just panting, feeling sticky skin against skin, heartbeats slowing, muscles unwinding and relaxing. 

He finally unhooks his arms from your legs and you lay them shakily on the down as he clambers off, collapsing next to you on the bed. 

“You OK sweetheart?” 

“Hmm.”

It's all you can reply with, a little satisfied noise. Scooting closer to him, you place your hand hesitantly on his chest. 

“Hang on a sec.” 

He gets up and disposes of the condom, slowly padding out the room. Returning again with another glass of water for you, he hands it over with a raise of an eyebrow. This time you take it gratefully, chugging half of it before passing it back. 

A moment of panic grips your chest, followed by shame. You barely know him, yet you'd gone to his place with hardly any hesitation. 

As he lays back down next to you, scooping his arm around your back, you clear your throat. 

“I just, er, wanted you to know I don't usually do this.” 

“Hey, it's alright. Neither do I.”

Feeling slightly less trampy, you stroke his chest with delicate fingers, wishing for the moment to last but knowing it can't. 

“I don't think my legs work anymore, I think you'll have to call me a taxi.”

Eddie sits up suddenly, looking at you with anguish written all over his face. 

“You're not leaving, are you?” 

“Well, I don't fancy doing the walk of shame tomorrow in that outfit.” 

He pouts, looking much younger than he is. 

“Oh. Well, you can always borrow something to wear?” 

“That's even worse!” You laugh, hitting his chest softly. 

“Fine, then I'll go out in the morning and buy you something to wear.” 

Staring at him wide eyed, you realise he's not joking. 

“Really?” 

“Sweetheart, I'd buy you a whole new wardrobe if it meant you’d stay.” 

Heart beating just that little bit faster in your chest, you fight the tears that want to build up. 

“I just thought, you know, well, we don't know each other that well and that you might think this was just, a thing.” 

“You mean a one night thing?”

You nod, not trusting your voice. 

“C'mere.” 

Melting into his open arms, he kisses the top of your head.

“I want you to stay. I'll take you home Monday and-” 

“Eddie, tomorrow's Sunday.” 

“I know.” 

“Eddie, I have to work Monday. So do you!” 

You laugh, trying to break free of his arms but he doesn't let up. 

“Fine, I'll take you home tomorrow. Late. Then see you Monday night.” 

Face hurting from smiling, you settle into the cuddle, the swell of feeling in your chest almost too much for you right now. 

“Eddie I can't stay. I don't have a toothbrush.” 

You say it jokingly, and he squeezes you. 

“It's fine, I've got like 20 of them from work.” 

“Thief.” 

“I prefer to think of it as resourceful.” 

Suddenly he pulls you on top of him making you squeal. 

“So you gonna stay?” 

“Yeah, fine I'll stay.” You try to say it in a mocking manner but your silly grin belies your rolling eyes. 

“Good.” 

Holding you close, Eddie breathes such a sigh of relief; a deep one, one that sounds like he's been holding in for some time. A sigh that makes you feel special. 

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