Childhood Friends

Childhood friends 🥺🥺

Talia in the Sons of Anarchy AU is still darkly morally gray, intense, and uses both those things to do what she wants. (this happens at least every 6 months)

nevermore…

chapter 1: dancing around

pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: reader has newfound abilities with her mind and is continuing to uncover new powers as her parents ship her off to nevermore out of fear and disgust. xavier helps reader during their time at nevermore.

warnings: readers mom is terrible, panic attack, i don’t think there’s anything else but please let me know if you find anything that may need to be warned about!

a/n: this is the first chapter in a series i’m starting

“i don’t want to go,” you cried as your mother continued to pack your bags. “i don’t need to go! i can be normal, i can make it-“

“no!” she zipped up your bag as you angrily wiped your eyes. “you can’t control it,” she shoved her finger in your face. “you throw things around my house while eating, you start floating when you’re in class, you’re not normal! until you learn to control this you’re not my daughter either.”

“you don’t… you don’t mean that,” you held onto the hand that was waving in your face. “i-im still your daughter. im still the same old y/n that you love.”

she scoffed in disgust as she ripped her hand away from your grip, wiping it on her clothes, “no. you’re an abomination. you’re a freak,” she snarled. “no child of mine is a freak.”

that was the last time you spoke to your mother. now, here you are on a train to the nevermore boarding school. she had heard from it while on some lame business trip, picked up a pamphlet and everything. now you were questioning the fact that she ever had a business trip in the first place.

clearly she was just scoping out the place. maybe that meant she cared enough to ensure the school was right for you, or maybe she simply had to talk to someone to make sure they could handle her problem child.

when the train screeched to a stop, you held onto your bags tightly as you began to stroll off the vehicle your mother forced you onto. eventually, you might be able to ignore the sting that’s pierced your heart due to your parent stabbing it.

she was scared of you.

you never hurt her, yet she was frightened. the thought of your powers escalating and you being more powerful terrified her to no extent.

it started with you accidentally spilling drinks. you would simply be talking with your hands and suddenly a drunk across the counter would spill in the direction you were motioning. your mother picked up on it almost immediately, making you clean it up and forcing you to claps your hands neatly in your lap every time you were to talk.

then you had began to read her thoughts. you would hear the sarcasm in her head as she said i love you. the attitude that would reverberate every single time you apologized for your powers glitching out.

when you started floating, which was really just glorified floating, she was at her wits’ end. it wasn’t but two days later when she shoved you on that train and sent you off.

“welcome to nevermore, y/n y/l/n,” principal weems announced happily, her arms opening in a grand way. “let me show you to your dorm,”

“will,” you sighed, trying to push down the rising frustration and anger. “will this school help me learn to control it? the mind stuff?”

“darling,” principal weems reached to grasp your hand, stroking it gently with her thumb. “this school is the best place for you to not only learn to appreciate and use your powers, but also for you to feel welcomed and not alone.”

“thank you,” you nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. “i hope that’s all true.”

“now,” principal weems began to explain as she walked you towards your dorm. “your roommate is a vampire, yoko. she’s truly one of the sweetest students we’ve had grace the halls of nevermore. you’ve nothing to worry about. she’ll be able to give you a tour of campus and explain everything to you. i also need to meet with you at 2 pm about extracurricular activities.”

weems knocked quietly before opening the door, revealing the room to the both of you. “hi,” you meekly spoke. “i’m-“

“y/n,” she nodded as she got up and greeted you with a hug. “welcome to nevermore,” she gave you a sweet smile, genuine even. “it’s odd that you’ve come mid-semester since that doesn’t normally happen, but i see they’ve made a proper exception!”

you looked up towards the principal, wanting some answers. “well, your mother made it seem as though this was urgent, and i happen to agree,” she explained.

“my mother doesn’t care about what happens to me,” you muttered as your gaze hit the old wooden floors. splinters we’re peaking out of nearly every board, you made a note to make sure to wear shoes at all times.

“well,” weems began to speak. “i suppose i’ll leave you two to it! be sure to give her the tour, and y/n, your things are being brought up as we speak.”

“this is the quad,” she spoke as you both walked slow to give you time to observe everything. “and, of course, like any other school, this one also has those very same cliques,” she began pointing to tables that were gathered together talking. “they have these specific ‘names’ but it’s kinda stupid. these are the vamps, my crew,” she gave them a wave as she continued to walk with you. “these are the werewolves, the sirens, and i must give you a special note of bianca, the resident queen of nevermore, and of course the gorgons.”

“seems simple enough,” you took a deep breath as you saw one person estranged from everyone else, painting the wall. “who’s he?”

god, these dreams just keep getting worse. i mean first this weird creature and now i’m seeing some girl? it just doesn’t make sense.

“hey,” yoko squeezed your shoulder. “what was that? you just zoned out.”

“oh um…” you furrowed your brows while trying to explain. “i have these mind ability things, but i have no control over them. i can move things with my mind, read minds, and apparently levitate? it’s weird,” you rolled your eyes as your gaze fixed on the same boy, finding that his met yours. when they did they widened with surprise.

her. why… she’s here?

“who-who is he?” you nodded your head towards him. he began to stare at you, a smile gracing his face. you simply turned your head the other way.

“that is xavier thorpe,” her arm was now redting over your shoulders. “he’s our resident tortured artist, really talented, kind of a loner.”

“hm,” you nodded as you looked back at him. your eyes met once more before he smiled and quickly looked back towards the mural he was painting.

“and that’s basically everything,” she shrugged. “wanna sit with me and the vamps? you don’t have to, but you’re more than welcome.”

“i’m good, i think i’m just gonna familiarize myself with the place, walk around a bit,” you began to walk away as she nodded.

you were simply wandering around. the school is extremely old, surely there are some little secrets about the place you’d be able to uncover. the library seemed normal enough, recently built. the floors weren’t splintering like the ones in your room. each book was dust free, the emblems were polished, clearly no secrets hidden away in the room.

making your way outside, you had stumbled upon an old, run-down shed. vibes were growing in the sides of the building, surely on the inside as well. you opened the freely doors to see the building was overgrown with plants and vines from outside. it was promising. the structure was sturdy and rather beautiful.

after checking the time on your phone, you realized it was 1:50. you rushed into principal weems office before it was even 1:59, you enjoyed being punctual.

“principal weems,” you nodded as you entered her office.

“y/n!” she stood and gestured for you to take a seat. “now, what kind of activities are you interested in? i have a list of extracurricular activities that you may be interested in if you’d like to take a look.”

the list was long, very long. there was poetry, dancing, fencing, orchestra, choir, potions, boating, beekeeping, and so much more.

“i’ve heard that your mother was always an excellent dancer,” weems mused, trying to encourage you.

“i guess,” you nodded. “i guess i can do that one.”

“oh, that sounds lovely!” she nodded as she wrote something down. “now there’s an even number for pairs.”

“i do have a question…” you began. “i found this old shed on campus. it’s run down but i was wondering if i could work on it? in my free time?”

“well, i think that’d be lovely,” she nodded. “we have gardening tools you can grab from ms. thornhill.”

once you found a garden hoe and shovel. you started at the roots of the vines, tearing them from the ground and tossing them outside.

from books to jewelry, you had always loved restoring things. it was so easy to see the beauty in things that were new, but you were able to see the beauty in even the things that were old or damaged.

it only took you three hours to clear out all of the greenery. you figured that was good enough until you got more supplies.

after closing the door, your head towards the ground, you bumped into someone.

“woah, sorry,” the voice had apologized. you looked up at the voice, seeing xavier thorpe, holding your shoulders so you remained steady. “hi,” he had a beautiful smile.

“sorry,” you looked back down. “i was just leaving,” you began to walk away from the boy.

“i’m xavier!” he called out, you stopped in your tracks. “xavier thorpe,” you turned to face him.

“i know,” you nodded before continuing to walk away, back towards your dorm.

i need to know her.

you turned to see his eyes trailing you, his face in deep thought.

there’s no reason you can think of as to why he’d be so caught up on you, if it was even you he’s thinking about.

-

“alright class!” the dance teacher began to speak. “pair up with one another, we’ll be doing a classic waltz.”

you stood there, waiting for some leftovers to pair up with. you weren’t going to be the one to make the first move, especially since you’re new.

“hey,” xavier appeared in front of you with a smile so beautiful it was torture.

“xavier,” you nodded, pressing your lips together as you waited for him to do whatever it is that he wanted.

“do you have a partner yet, mystery girl?”

“well, no,” you shook your head. “i don’t think the new girl is ever the first person to have a partner, xavier.”

“y’know i don’t think it’s very fair that i still don’t know your name,” he held his hand out for you to grab, you rested it on top of his larger hand. “especially now that we’re partners.”

“we’re partners?”

he nodded his head as he began to hold your hand, rather than just let yours rest stop his, “that we are, mystery girl.”

“alright,” the teacher clapped her hands together as she began to instruct where hand placement should be. “the lead should rest their right hand on their partner’s back, holding their hand with the other. the followers left hand should go on their partners shoulder.”

“i should lead,” you told him. “my mother danced for years, im well versed in almost everything.”

“funny you should mention,” he rested his hand on your back, bringing your hand to his shoulder. “i’ve been to a few of my father’s functions, had professional lessons in ballroom dancing.”

“whatever,” you sighed as you let him take the lead.

“remember,” the teacher began to emphasize. “you aren’t dancing in a plague. you need to get close in order to feel the rhythm with one another.”

“you heard her,” he stepped closer to you, you held your breath. “we need to get close.”

you met his eyes, not missing the annoyingly smug grin that adorned his face. “we were fine before,” you shrugged.

his thumb stroked your back, “teacher’s orders. not my fault,” you felt his shoulders shrug underneath your hand.

it had been a long time since you were so close to a person. your own mother hadn’t hugged you since you were a child, since you were normal.

the way your hand fit in his was more comfortable than you thought it could ever be. it was warm, welcoming, even. it was right.

so, you shut your mouth. you stepped an inch closer to xavier, you held onto his hand a little tighter, and you let yourself be close to someone for at least one dance.

“why won’t you tell me your name?” he whispered as the teacher began to instruct the movements to make.

“just for you to forget it? no point in it,” it was your turn to shrug.

“i’m not one to typically forget something so significant,” you wouldn’t meet his eyes. you simply looked at your feet as they moved around the floor. “do you not know that everyone’s been talking about you?”

“oh… no, i didn’t know,” you shook your head. “what’re they saying?”

“y’know,” he tilted his head, effectively getting your attention. “just that you’re some mystery girl that happens to be pretty cute.”

“i’m also a girl who knows how things like this pan out, xavier,” you warned him, one of your brows raising as a warning.

he simply furrowed his brows, his smile quirking down. it didn’t matter what he thought of you. you were here to get things under control so you could become a normal, not so you could find a cute guy to be with.

“how would that be?”

“well, you call me cute, i bat my eyelashes at you, somehow we hangout and i may get attached, and then you turn your head for the next ‘mysterious girl that happens to be cute’,” you replied with a low level of hostility. “i’m here to get my shit under control, then go home to my mother. i don’t plan on being tossed around like a doll while i do that.”

“alright class!” the teacher clapped her hands. “that’s all for today, wonderful job!”

you tore yourself away from him and nearly ran away. it wasn’t personal. it was simply you laying down the law, per-say.

eventually, you made your way to botany. you sat in the only desk that nobody was seated in. it seemed as though they were set in duos, partners.

of course, as if the devil was grinning at you, xavier thorpe walked in. his eyes immediately darted towards where you were seating with a smug look.

“i’m starting to think this is fate,” he plopped his bag down and sat in the chair beside you.

“how?” you didn’t bother meeting his stare.

“well, this is where i always sit,” he sighed loudly. “you can even ask thornhill. it is.”

you were getting frustrated, which wasn’t good. any strong emotion made your powers go a bit… haywire.

“just… stop,” you began to tap your pencil against the table.

“just tell me your name?”

you felt your blood begin to boil. the bell hadn’t even rung yet and you were in the verge of exploding.

“xavier,” you tried to steady your breathing.

“mystery girl?” he seemed to become a bit more worried as you closed your eyes.

“it’s about to happen,” you squeezed your eyes shut as you continued to feel your heartbeat racing.

“what?”

“the moving thing-the thing where i can move things-i just-“

“open your eyes,” he rested his hand on yours. “trust me.”

you opened them.

“now, i need you to look me in my eyes,” you reluctantly met his eyes. “now focus on your breathing, in and out. slowly.”

“you have,” you began to speak. “you have little specks of brown in your eyes. they’re green, but they have specks of brown. a-a uh honey brown. they’re actually really nice to look at.”

your voice was distant, almost as if you were floating. it was soft and light, your head felt soft and light. but it was clear. your mind was clear; you weren’t panicking at all. you had calmed. he had calmed you down.

“there,” he finally released your hand. was he holding it the entire time? “you feel better?”

“yes-yea,” you were still staring at his eyes. “thanks… for that.”

“of course,” xavier nodded, his eyes seeming sincere. “you can stop staring at me now.”

“i’m not staring at you,” you shook your head as you picked your pencil back up, the teacher entering the room.

“you are,” he smiled now, looking you up and down. you couldn’t read his expression.

finally, you snapped out of it. you had to focus. it was your first day and you had to focus. you were going to make it back home to your mother. you would make her proud.

now you just had to find out 1) why xavier wanted to know so much about you. 2) how he was able to calm you down so easily. and 3) how the hell to control your powers.

MEGA MILK!

☰ LACTATION KINK W/ TOKREV MEN PT.2

ಇ feat: rindou, sanzu, kakucho

— cw: fem!reader, lactation kink, masturbation, dry humping (on furniture), titty sucking

based on this ask.

ഒ ៸ RINDOU — REFUSING TO INDULGE

rindou thought that he was used to seeing your tits swollen and full of milk all the time. throughout your pregnancy, he never dwelled on it too much — it was a natural part of carrying a child. no matter how big your breasts became, he never thought of it beyond a physical process solely for the baby.

well — that was until your son was born.

the first few nights that your newborn was home completely changed his perspective on your milk-filled tits. for some reason, seeing you breastfeed your infant set something off in his brain — something feral and needy. the thought of tasting your milk wouldn’t leave his mind for days on end, cock straining against his pants every time it popped into his head. to him, it was absolutely degenerate to think of something so innocent as feeding your son as lewd and perverted.

but you? you never noticed the predatory way your dear husband was staring at you as you finished putting your shirt back down. you never noticed his fingers flexing like he was itching to fondle your body. nothing out of the ordinary was happening in your mind, you were too focused on the baby. though, you had noticed rindou spending a lot more time in the bathroom than usual. maybe he was having stomach problems? wrong. while you were standing in front of the bathroom door worried about him, he was too busy pumping his cock furiously at the thought of you.

just don’t knock on the door — he might just pull you in.

ഒ ៸ SANZU — VILE & PERVERTED

you just can’t seem to get him off of you. ever since you began lactating, sanzu has been pawing at your tits whenever the opportunity invites him. in the kitchen making coffee? he’s pressing himself into your back and snaking his hands up your sweater. taking a shower? he’s begging you to let him take one with you just so he can suck at your nipples under the water. taking a little nap? you’re waking up to him nuzzled between your tits with milk dripping down his chin.

“c’mon baby pleaaaaase?,” he’ll desperately beg you, hands threatening to pull your thin shirt over your head. it’s pathetic, really, how debauched your husband can become when you finally allow him to drink his fill. the second that your sweet essence hits his tongue he’s moaning, mouth still attached to your leaky nipples. you always make sure not to interrupt him while he’s like this — he was rather upset last time that happened. your soft moans always spur sanzu to shamelessly rut his hard cock against the sofa — one hand resting on your thigh dangerously close to your soaked pussy.

once he’s full, he’s bending down to gently pull your shorts off of your hips. he carefully prods your legs apart to run his fingers against your wet panties earning a mewl from you.

“my girl takes such good care of me, now i need to take care of her.”

ഒ ៸ KAKUCHO — WORRIED & DOTING

oh your poor, sweet husband. ever since your stomach began showing and your breasts started swelling, he’s been so frantic and worried about your condition. no matter what it is you need, kakucho is there and ready to provide it for you. need a foot massage? he’s right there. want a fluffy pillow? he’s already grabbing it. he tries to help in every single way he can even if he feels like he’ll fail.

your lactation was definitely an obstacle for him to overcome — poor baby didn’t know what to do to help you. should he leave you alone? what could he do to relieve you? he had absolutely no clue. your shirt always became soaked at the most inconvenient times — the moments where it occurred in public always made you tear up in embarrassment. it hurt kakucho’s heart to see you so upset at something that you couldn’t control, so your husband took matters into his own hands.

with you being so far along in your pregnancy, it was very easy for him to tell when your breasts were full or almost there. he can tell by the way the soft skin bulges over the top of your bra. before his mind gets the opportunity to make him hesitate, he’s leading you to the bedroom by the hand and pushing you gently to lay back on the bed. the sight of your heavy breasts makes him swallow dryly. he doesn’t have to look closely to see the tiny droplets of milk threatening to spill down the side of your tits. the sigh of relief you let out once the milk enters his mouth is music to his ears. it makes him so happy to finally see you relaxed and comfortable.

now whenever your breasts feel heavy, you’re running cutely to kakucho — already lifting your slightly soaked shirt. he happily obliges, of course. he’ll do anything for his beautiful wife.

he just hopes you can ignore the raging hard-on he gets while sucking on your tits.

taglist: @p-antomime

OoOooOoo so how does reader react to Jason scaling back Red hood? I’m sure she’s happy to not having to worry about him being shot nightly, but I’d imagine emotions are mixed. Did he decide and then talk to her? Just slowly stop going on patrol and not mention it until she brought it up? How did that conversation play out?

"Jay it's fine I can- you don't have to-"

"Mama bear," Jayson said gently, cutting you off with a kiss and taking his sleeping daughter out of your arms, "You need me at home. You need help."

"But."

"No buts," he said honestly. "It's gonna be hard. But. I can't risk you. Or the kids. And I want-" He exhaled slowly, "All I've ever known is surviving. And Dying. And now- I don't have to do that anymore. I can come home and... none of that matters. There's something worth protecting." He kissed you again and rested his forehead against yours.

"But I can-"

"You could," he said. "I know you'd walk away from it all tomorrow. Be a housewife and a full time mommy but- You'd hate it, baby. You don't WANT to stay home. You don't WANT to give up your company. And you need to create stuff. It's who you are."

"And you want to be a stay-at-home daddy?" you ask, carding fingers through his hair.

"If it means my mama bear and my kids are safe," he said earnestly.

"And this isn't a ploy to sweet talk me into having another baby?" you tease, kissing his jaw.

"Maybe a little," he chuckled. "You're just so cute when you can't get off the couch-"

"It's too squishy," you pout, cheeks heating.

"It's the perfect amount of squishy," he said unrepentantly, grinning at you as he cuddled Tilde. "Comfy enough that you get a nice nap and a big enough pain in the ass to get off of that you're not moving unless you gotta-"

"Jay-"

"Lemme knock you up again and I'll prove it," he teased, "You got your best naps stretched out on the couch."

"If we have any more babies before we get married your dad is gonna have a stroke-"

"Fine," Jason snorted, "But if we come back from the honeymoon-"

"Are you telling me you're just gonna keep me in the hotel room the whole time?" you challenge, taking your daughter back when she fussed to be fed.

"No," he snorted, mildly offended. "The room, the pool, the car, on the beach... Mama Bear, if you think we're not going to have a whole vacation you're crazy."

"Jay-"

"You're my children's mother," he said. "Love of my life... Not just a baby mama." He handed you a burp rag for Tilde and bent to kiss the top of your head. "If we're going on a honeymoon, we're gonna have the time of our lives- and if I get my way, well- all your panties are gonna go missing."

"Jason!"

"Can't help it Mama bear," he called over his shoulder. "You're just my type."

#omi.dih <- tag for all things related to the series

DIHU -> Headcanons/Asks Masterlist

One-shots not-requests <- Masterlist

- When people are in a state of extreme surprise, fear or confusion, we say they are like deer caught in headlights. They seem so frightened that they can not think clearly. They do not know what to do, so they do not do anything.

Pairings: Bonten x Reader

Warnings: Canon divergent, slow burn, foul language, blood, violence, smut in certain short stories, fluff, angst, jealousy, shitty behavior kinda toxic (pls they are criminals), issues, grammar mistakes, no beta reader we die like men. INCOMPLETE AF

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