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Is this what you wanted to see? || Colby Brock x Reader

You thought it was just going to be another funny, intriguing investigation with the guys, but things went south real quick. Whatever was in this hotel, didn't like you.

warnings: gore/blood, cursing, violent paranormal activity, reader getting attacked by ghosts, seeing shit that's not there (aka, being a bit of a medium), angst?

a/n: the story is fictional, therefore, the place/video that I based the story from, is not real.

word count: 2k

[u n e d i t e d]

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"What's up guys! It's Sam and Colby. Today, we're standing right infront of one of the most haunted hotels in America..." Colby began.

The frame of my body visible to the camera as they continued their intro. I threw a tiny wave when they called out my name to the camera.

At this point I'm so used to all of this that Colby doesn't even need to ask if I'm okay with it anymore, although he still does, which I love about him.

We've been dating for months now and I swear that I'm just falling deeper in love every day. I didn't even notice myself staring lovingly at him throughout their intro to the point they had to shake me out of it.

"You good?" Nate asked, I looked up at him and nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, just zoned out for a little bit, my bad." I smiled at him and he nodded.

"Just making sure."

"You guys ready?" Sam asked, looking at us.

"Yessir!" Nate responded.

"As I'll ever be." I added.

"We'll see you guys inside." Colby said back to the camera and turned it off. He looked back at us and smiled. "So, shall we?"

"We shall." I responded, laughing slightly as I got closer to him and walked inside with them. While they weren't looking, I felt a short kiss on my cheek coming from him, which just made me smile wider.

God, I love him.

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While we were all walking through a corridor, I looked back and saw an employee with a tray of food. He saw me and I nodded with a smile at him as a kind gesture. He smiled and nodded back. I looked back at the boys, only to slightly look back for a second and then completely looking back in shock.

There was no one there. It would've been impossible for someone to run and hide in that short amount of time.

Was it my imagination or did that really just happen? It seemed too real to be true.

"Co..Colby." I softly said, as my feet were unable to move after the thought of having seen something so real, yet not being there.

"Yeah?" He looked back, so did the other two. "You okay? What happened?" He got closer and looked at my face then back to the corridor, trying to see what I was looking at.

"I... there was someone here. An employee... with... a tray. I looked at him, even greeted him for a second and when I looked back he was... gone."

"No fucking way." Sam said.

"Are you serious?? You're telling me you just saw a full-on person then it disappeared?" Nate asked, shocked.

"I guess, yeah?"

"Oh, this is gonna be a good night." Sam put the camera on my face. "One of us already saw something unexplainable, wish that would've been me." He laughed.

"Next thing we know you begin to levitate brother." Colby laughed back.

I laughed as well, trying to brush away the thought of genuinely seeing a ghost.

All night, I've ended up having this eerie feeling of someone just watching us, but there was no one around. I tried to hide my uneasiness but Colby saw through me right away.

Every time he noticed, he began to flirt with me, making me feel good the best way he knows how. "You know we can just leave if you're too uncomfortable, baby." He kissed my forehead, putting his arms on my shoulders.

"Don't worry about it, I'm good. If I couldn't handle it, I would tell you right away."

"You better." He chuckled and kissed me, making all of my stress go away for a moment.

I can't lie, it did make me feel better, but somehow it just made things worse. I started seeing figures at the corners of my eyes, movements around me where nobody was walking around, even feeling touched a few times around my shoulders, hands and even ass. It felt weird, it made my anxiety grow by the minute, but somehow, it felt safe because of Colby.

And so, we ended the tour of the place and thought about trying to get some activity at around 3 in the morning. Meaning, we had nothing else to do. I was already tired enough, feeling as if the energy in my body has been drained to its core. I believed that it was solely because of the much walking and anxiety that was rising constantly.

Although the others planned on staying awake until the hour came, I told them I will try and get some sleep. And so, they would wake me up when the time comes.

Lying in the bed, I didn't stay up for long until my eyelids were closed and my brain just shut down. Usually, I'm quite the light sleeper, but this time I was knocked out.

Until I felt it.

I felt some hands on my legs. Honestly, I wasn't conscious enough to know if it was in my dreams or in real life. It turns out, it was real. And it wasn't Colby, or anyone else. But I felt it, tight on my leg. I couldn't even think right before I felt a pull and suddenly I was on the floor.

I could feel a sharp pain on my head as it was the first thing that touched the floor. I quickly woke up, shaken up by the sudden act. I whined in pain as the other seemingly stood up from their places and looked at me, possibly concerned, believing I might've just moved and fallen off the bed.

Before they even got closer, I got pulled back. This time, being completely awake, I yelled out, looking back at whatever force was holding my legs, one to see nothing at all.

And it was at that point when I felt genuine fear. I tried my hardest to hold onto the floor or anything really, but to no avail. Tears filling my tired eyes as I tried to focus my vision to the things around me. Next thing I knew I was thrown onto the wall, my back throbbing with pain as I felt a huge headache from the mild concussion I probably had after all of this.

To this point, everyone was frightened. Fear made them almost unable to walk, talk even. I could see them, their scared faces, trying to do something but there was this tension that made them... stop in place. Like this pressure, this force that was throwing me around like a ragdoll. They couldn't help me, it seemed.

At least in my point of view.

Unbeknownst to me, they were actually trying to set themselves free from this invisible pressure. Trying to move, but feeling like they've had a ton of weight on top of them that they couldn't escape from.

As I fell to the floor, I tried to gain back my breathing. Shaking on the floor, I looked up and saw Colby screaming my name while being set free from the pressure, running towards me. I looked at him with hope in my eyes, trying to pull my arm up to hold him, only to feel myself getting pulled again. This time, thrown towards the couch.

Although the direct hit to the couch didn't feel as bad, I had enough force to fall back behind the couch and to the floor. Since I tried to hold myself with the couch, unfortunately, it leaned back on itself and fell on top of me. Just the cherry on top.

I whined in pain, unable to move, stuck underneath the couch with bruises all over my body and the wet feeling of warm liquid on my back and the top of my head, wishing it would've only been sweat.

My vision was blurry.

My senses were all fucked up.

It all happened so quick that I don't think even they would've reacted in time even if they were able to move freely.

With my eyes closed, I could feel the pressure from the couch lift from my chest and a pair of arms holding me tightly.

"Oh my fucking god. Oh shit. Fuck. We need to get the fuck out of here." I heard Colby desperately scream. As I opened my eyes, I could see his teary ones. Holding me onto his arms, his eyes filled with guilt and fear. "Are you okay? Fuck..."

"Hurts..." I was able to whisper out those words, shaking and I feel myself coughing onto my hand. Looking back at the now blood-drenched hand, the pain began to intensify. My vision kept on failing, only able to see blobs of colors here and there.

Colby held me on his arms and pulled me up from the floor, which made me whimper in pain, feeling my back getting even more wet by the moment.

"Shit. Her back is bleeding... Fuck." I could hear Sam's shaky voice as I tried to gain back my breath, trying to calm myself down as I heard the rapidly increasing heartbeat of Colby.

Somehow, it made me feel okay. Being by his side, the rush of everything around almost seemed softer, calmer. I could no longer listen to everything that was going on.

Muffled sounds were the only thing that could pass through.

Yelling.

Moving.

A tight squeeze.

I felt numb. For a moment, at least.

My name.

I heard my name and suddenly, I was conscious again. I blinked a few times and looked up at the desperate Colby. "Please... tell me you're okay... fuck..." His tears probably blurring his eyesight.

A glimpse of strength came back to me and I was able to touch his cheek with my hand. He quickly looked down at me. "I'm fine... I'm fine..."

"Right after we walk out of the room..." Nate pointed out, holding all of their stuff in their hands.

"We need to get the fuck out of here and get her to a hospital." Sam said, walking quickly with the others. I was confused, seemingly forgetting for a brief moment about how I was brutally assaulted by a ghost.

"Hospital? Why are we going to a hos..." As I was talking, I realized why they were hurriedly walking away. I felt the pain all over again. I groaned at the feeling, shaking on Colby's arms.

"You'll be okay, you're going to be fine. Don't move. Deep breaths, baby." Colby tried to calm me down, his shaky breath giving away his anxiety.

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My back was all bruised up. I had some unknown hand marks on my legs, where I was pulled from. Some scratches tinted my back red when I got into the ER, as well as a few bumps in my head that gave me a red face.

The memories of what happened were blurry, yet so vivid.

And the only thing keeping me conscious was him. I could see it in his face, he felt guilty. Guilty for something that wasn't even his fault.

"Shouldn't have let you go with us... we should've stopped when you began to see so many things... I'm so stupid." He whispered under his breath.

"Hey, hey. Look at me." I said. He reluctantly looked up and into my eyes. I smiled. "It wasn't your fault. Nothing about this could've been predicted, alright? Don't blame yourself." He smiled slightly, only to sigh.

"Yeah, but..." I interrupted him.

"No buts. I'm fine. I'm still here, with you. Right?" I responded, softly while holding his hand. "No need to feel guilty, no need to be sorry. You just have to promise me a good time when I get out of here, yeah? And a good meal." I smiled. "Food here kinda taste like shit." He chuckled, making me smile even more. "That's the face I like to see."

"I love you, so much." He said, holding my hand up to his lips and leaving a soft kiss on them, making my cheeks flutter by the site of his sensitive side.

"I love you too. Now, do that again, but closer to my face."

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it's been a while since i've written something like this, and honestly i just remembered how fun and angsty it is to write about getting literally beaten up by a ghost lmao

hope you liked it, requests are appreciated!

-nikkõ

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chososluvr111 · 10 months

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Aged Up!Neteyam x Fem!Omaticaya!Reader

Authors note; this is unfinished but it’s kinda too good to let go to waste, so enjoy🙏🙏

Synopsis: future Olo'eyktan Neteyam cops the prettiest girl in the clan as his pretty little fuck buddy, and he's completely whipped by her and wants to make her his, but she keeps turning him down. He refuses to let her doubts stop them from finding love in its truest form within one another.

Cw; Angst, Fluff, Neteyam completely in love, reader doubting her self worth, crying, VERY intense start(literally smut), friends(ish) with benefits, love confessions, flirting, L-bombs,

Wc; 6,129

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The wet squelches sounded in the small hut, along with the loud groans and moans shared between the two bodies. "Shit, baby–" Neteyam huffed out, gripping your soft hips almost bruisingly. "Damn, Yawntu–you're sucking me in–ah,fuck–s'like I was made to fuck you, baby~" His words followed with a whimper. There was so much heat between the two of you, and the man swore to himself that he could see fogs of his own breath.

Below him, you mewled softly at his sounds. Greet Mother, was he a talkative one, but you loved it. Yearned for it, even. Your thin arms helplessly wrapped around his neck, pulling him down toward you to bask in his warmth and allow his sweat slicked skin to bring you back down to Pandora.

Neteyam scrunched the mat beside your head in his fist, using his free hand to pull one of your plush thighs tighter around his waist as he quickened his pace even more. "Oh, fuck– you are so good to me Yawne, so g-ood." His voice cracked on the last word and a low growl left his lips soon after. He looked down at your smaller frame below him, his eyes heavily lidded and his mouth slightly agape.

Eywa, you were beautiful. The Great Mother had blessed him so much, and he couldn't be more greatful. The hand he had on your thigh loosened quickly, bringing itself up to sweep back the stray hairs that stuck to your perfect little face. A whimper left your throat at the action and you cracked your large eyes open, staring back at the man with your pupils ever so slightly dilated.

"Teyam.." You almost whispered, beginning to gnaw on your lower lip. "Yes, pretty girl? What is it sweetheart?" He huffed out, gazing at you lovingly. He didn't even need an answer when he felt you begin to squeeze and flutter around his cock. "M'gonna cum— I-I'm cumming—" Your pitch went up a few octaves and your eyes squeezed shut. You tightened your thighs around his waist as they begun to shake violently and dropped your head harshly, the pain of the compact not even registering due to the immense pleasure that shook through your entire body.

A strangled groan forced itself from Neteyam's throat as he too was thrown into bliss due to you, sending a few hard thrusts before pulling out and spraying his slightly blue tinted sperm on your pretty little stomach. Once he was sure he was spent, he slipped his still hardened cock back into your heat and stayed there. He leaned down and peppered feathery light kisses around your soft face, neck, jaw, ears and shoulders, whispering sweet nothings to you every so often between kisses.

After a while of this, he finally pulled out with a soft kiss to your dampened forehead to quiet the light whimper you let out at the lack of warmth. He backed off of you with a grunt and leaned over to the side where a small bowl sat filled with what was originally hot water, now turned the perfectly warm temperature due to your long session. He picked up the soft cloth that was placed neatly folded next to the bowl and dunked it into the water, turning his attention back to the beautiful woman in front of him.

He smiled softly when he registered your exhausted face, lips slightly glossed over and parted, eyes shut and the skin of your brows slightly crinkled. He brought the dampened cloth up and ever so gently wiped away his semen before dragging it down between your toned thighs and delicately wiping away the slick, making sure to be soft as ever when he reached your swollen cunt.

Once finished, he put the now dirty rag back into the bowl and moved to lay beside you, gently pulling your body to rest against his chest instead of on the mat below the two of you.You hummed softly when you felt his warmth, curling into his side and nuzzling your face into his neck. He pushed down the needy mewl that threatened to escape his throat and wrapped his tail protectively around your hip, his ears flickering every so often as the bushy end of his tail tapped softly against your side, obviously showing his excitement and joy in your position.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, simply basking in each other's company before the inevitable came. Neteyam's heart skipped a beat when you began to speak, the hand he had placed under you paused its lazy circling on your back. "Teyam," the word was soft and gentle, your angelic tone making his heart do somersaults in his chest before it clenched painfully at the fact that he knew what you was going to say next.

"Yes, my light?" He hummed almost hesitantly in a whisper, afraid that if he spoke to loud, the moment would end. "Tarsem is expecting me. I am to join him on a hunt in a few moments." You deeply inhaled his scent before gently kissing where his shoulder met his neck. "Can you not skip it, Yawntu? Just want you all to myself a bit longer." His ears fell when you sat up, a frown making its way onto his face. Jealously filled every crevice of his being, rolling off of his aura in thick waves.

He quickly sat up after you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his forehead against your shoulder blade. "You know I want to, but he is my teacher, I can not flake out on him with nothing short of a notice." You turned your body to face him again, leaning forward to push one of his long braids behind his drooping ears.

He couldn't help the enlargement of his pupils as he gazed so lovingly at your pretty face, taking your free hand into his much larger one to gently smooth over your knuckles.

It took everything in you not to visibly flinch and tear away from the man and run away from that dreaded look. That look that you were so not used to seeing.

Lust filled gazes, envy filled gazes, you was used to those. That was all you ever seen.

But you didn't know if you could ever get used to the way he looked at you. With such compassion, such pride and devotion, such love. "Will you help me put this on?" You finally spoke, focusing your gaze on the necklace that was neatly placed to the side. Neteyam was always so gentle when it came to you, and that still applied when it came to removing your clothing. His fingers always so gentle to not tear anything and ruin your pretty jewelry or even prettier loincloths.

"Of course, ma'yawne. Anything you want." He spoke gently, already reaching for the jewelry. You huffed out of your nose, taking his free hand into yours and pulling the both of you up. He watched carefully when you crouched back down to grab what he guessed was your neck accessory before standing back up to your full height. You turned your back to him, reaching your slim hand behind you to sweep your long braids to one side of your head, silently allowing the warrior permission to put on the necklace.

He worked quick to secure the pretty woven material around your neck, trying to replicate that perfect little bow that you always seemed to do with them. He silently cheered himself on in his head when he did it, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder to signalize he was done.

"This as well, please?" You almost whispered out when you registered his long fingers leaving your neck. His eyes trailed down your slim figure and stopped at the base of your tail, which swayed ever so softly, your bushy tip tapping his ankle every so often. Your hands were holding the strings of your loincloth to your sides, pinning them in place. You could tie it yourself, hell, you've been doing it all your life, but you guiltily didn't want the feeling of his burning touch leaving your soft skin yet.

Neteyam hummed in response, a grin settling on his face, sharp canines on display, as he reached his fingers down to grasp the strings you were holding. He paused for a moment, trying to remember how you had it tied this time around. It would've taken longer to remember if it weren't for the fact that he shamelessly always had his eyes on your tail anytime he seen your pretty backside and it was easy enough to replicate the style.

He let his fingers run down the base of your tail for a moment, just to make your spine tingle a bit before hie dropped his hands to his side. You let out a soft chuckle, turning to face him with a crank of your neck, the close proximity forcing you to look up higher than usual. You trailed your soft hands up his toned chest, eliciting a low groan from him when you hooked your thin finger into his choker, pulling him toward you in an almost rough manner.

He raised his brow, almost daring you to continue. But of course, you didn't. Instead, placing a quick peck onto his nose. "I will see you at dinner, yes?" There goes that angelic voice again, like the prettiest song he had ever been blessed enough to hear. "Mm, must I go the rest of daylight without seeing you? You wound me, Yawntutsyìp." You giggled a bit at his teasing, your deep dimples displayed like prizes when you smiled so genuinely.

"Yes, you must. Save me a seat next to you." Referring to dinner, you placed a lingering kiss to his cheekbone before finally forcing your hands off of his warm body and beginning to exit the large tent.

"I always do." He muttered out after you left. He wasn't lying, he always left a space for you during dinner but you had never actually sat there, always telling Neteyam you would feel out of place. Then his eyes widened when he fully registered your words. Were you finally going to sit next to him? Meet his family and make it known to everyone that you were truly his?

Neteyam felt his chest flutter for a good few seconds before it tightened, disappointment now filling every inch of his strong, toned body. The grin on his face slowly fell, along with his ears, and his tail drooped lamely to the floor.

In the moment, everything was great. It was so easy to convince himself that you two were mates, fooling himself for what felt like a lifetime until you undoubtedly left and it would sink in. You weren't his, and he wasn't yours. Oh, how envious he was of his naive self just moments ago, when all the distress and confusion and anger would leave his body when he got to spend time with you.

He had built a home within your presence and couldn't will himself to ever leave.

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He had to remind himself at least a hundred times a day that you weren't his, but he couldn't help the jealousy. He didn't like to share.

When dinner time finally approached, his mood changed drastically and everyone took note to it, though never mentioning it, of course. He was so happy, helping his parents place down all the food and setting up the fire, organizing the many platters so everyone was able to get one fit for them.

When he sat down next to his youngest sister, his family members took note to the obvious empty spot next to him that he always kept there. They wouldn't have otherwise noticed if it weren't for the fact that he seemed to almost growl at anyone who dared to take a seat there, even his own friends.

They were completely awestruck and surprised when you walked over, wordlessly taking a seat next to the eldest son of the Olo'eyktan and sending him a sweet smile. They all watched as the boy stared blatantly at you as though you had personally hung up each individual star in the sky. His pupils were slightly blown and his ears were firmly pressed to the sides of his head, that awestruck expression permanently displayed on his face.

He'd introduce you to his family, finally, with a giddy tone, bragging about your many titles and claiming you as his bestest friend.

Lo'ak knew this wasn't the case, though.

Ever since the first time you two had fucked, Neteyam made a mental note to himself that he would brag about it to Lo'ak, without saying your name of course. He'd also made a mental note that he wanted to introduce you to his family immediately, allowing you into the depths of his life and silently seeking approval from you and his family so he knew he could carry on with his nonexistent and unofficial plan of courting you.

His family was exceptionally nice, admittedly a bit weirded out by Neteyam's behavior but chalking it up to nothing and being overall very kind and accepting of you. It went unnoticed to them, or at least Neteyam thought so, seeing as no one commented on it– not even Tuk who always pointed out the obvious,—how his tail wrapped around your waist and how he pulled the two of you closer together.

He was borderline purring every time he spoke to anyone, though his eyes always glanced at you. He offered you his platter which was filled with many fruits, vegetables and meats to your liking. You were more than sure he did it on purpose, but you accepted his gestures, making a point to feed him some of the food every so often so the fool didn't starve.

His parents quickly caught onto this behavior and made silent mental notes to one another to speak to their son about the very public display of courtship when he hadn't even consulted them yet. They wouldn't say anything yet though, to spare the both of you the embarrassment.

The dinner had passed too quickly for Neteyam's liking and before he could ask to walk you to your tent, his parents were dragging him away, claiming they needed to discuss some Olo'eyktan business or whatever poor excuse Jake came up with.

His parents were quick to scold him for his such public displays of affection for a woman they had never truly even met up until then. He was quick to calm them down though, assuring them that you were in fact worth it and telling them he planned on courting you. After a short discussion and mulling it over, Neytiri and her husband somewhat accepted of this, they would never tell their children who they could and couldn't love, but they needed some more time to approve of this girl and discuss Tsahik training as soon as possible.

Neteyam was ecstatic to have gotten the approval that he yearned for from his parents; the two most important people in his life. Their opinions of you mattered more than anything. He was quick to thank his parents before bidding them farewell and making his way over to your tent.

With a large grin on his face, he pulled the privacy flap back and entered, eyes scanning the area before finally falling onto you who was busy weaving what looked to be another piece of jewelry. Neteyam swooned, you were so talented at so many different things. How could you not see it?

"Hello, my light." He cooed softly, watching as your tail flickered happily at the sound of his voice. You peered over your shoulder, smiling sweetly at the sight of your dearest friend.

"Hi, 'Teyam," Your soft, angelic voice spoke so soothingly. Neteyam was scared he would melt into a literal puddle on your floor. He pushed down the purr that itched to escape from the confines of his throat and instead slowly begun walking toward where you were seated on the ground.

"Back for seconds already?" You teased. Neteyam laughed, taking a seat directly in front of you. He pondered for a moment. "Not originally, but if you're offering..." He joked back. Well, half joked. You giggled lightly, an airy sound, so heavenly to Neteyam's ears.

"I apologize for not walking you home tonight, my parents weren't very happy with me." He sighed, gazing longingly at you. You gave a soft shrug, focusing your attention back onto the neck piece you were weaving and avoiding Neteyam's intense gaze that you could practically feel.

"It is alright, there is always tomorrow." The both of you fell into a calm silence, save for the light crackling of the small fire in the room that provided you with a light source.

You weren't an idiot, you had a small hunch at what Neteyam was coming here to talk to you about after the way he acted tonight–you of course being no help and enabling the behavior– ,but you were scared of your suspicions truly being true. You bit your lip as you waited inevitably for what was to come, the conversation that you were dreading most since the start of you and the future leader's interesting friendship.

"Baby?" The English nickname had your heart stuttering in your chest. You hadn't originally known what it meant, but after asking Neteyam one night you learned it was a term of endearment. Something his father called his mother when he was much younger.

A term lovers used with one another.

It felt as though the room had shrunk smaller. You swallowed, still focusing on your task at hand. "Yes,'Teyam?" Your heart beat erratically in your chest. "We need to talk." His words were light, airy. If it were any other person in any other moment, you wouldn't be half as scared as you were now.

"We are talking." You forced a light laugh. Neteyam didn't respond for a few seconds, instead placing his large hand over yours to pause your actions. You did, swallowing dryly and ears lowering themselves until they were pinned to the side do your head.

"Can you look at me, please?" No, you wanted to tell him. Because you were scared of what you would see. What you knew would be waiting for you. That look, the one you had only recently had the displeasure of seeing thanks to the warrior in front of you. That look of intense love that you never even knew was capable for one to hold solely in a gaze, an expression.

Or maybe he had stared at you like that forever, since he had first laid eyes on you when you both were sixteen. And you only noticed recently how his pupils were always blown, how his cheeks were always tinted in color, how his golden eyes seemed to shine even brighter than usual when he was looking at you only.

"Okay." The word left you before you could stop it. You quietly held your breath as you prepared to look up. Your eyes slowly left your nimble fingers and raised, taking in every detail of Neteyam before finally stopping at his large eyes. You forced yourself not to look away and allowed a soft grin to play at your lips as you timidly stared at the man you had claimed as your friend.

Neteyam let out a soft sigh of content when you eyes reached his, and he couldn't help the way his pupils expanded upon finally being blessed with the sight of you focused solely on him. "You are magnificent, beauty in its truest form." His words were spoken softly before he could even stop himself. Your mask cracked and you smiled genuinely at him, your gaze lowering bashfully for a split second.

"You are so corny." you huffed a laugh, rolling your eyes to disregard the way your tail nearly smacked the back of your head in delight. Neteyam grinned widely, canines on full display and eyes just barely crinkled due to the largeness of it as he chuckled. He removed your hands from the jewelry you were still holding and interlocked his hands with yours, squeezing your palms in his.

"You have that affect on me." He spoke with a joking tone but the both of you knew truer words had never been spoken. You gave his hands a squeeze and laughed softly to ward off any tension that threatened to fall upon your shoulders.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about?" You finally said, taking note of the way Neteyam's smile faltered for a quick second. That was all the confirmation that you needed to know what he would say next would be the last cut to sever the thin line between lovers and whatever the two of you were.

He stared at you for a few moments, still smiling softly but you could see the turmoil hidden in his gaze, the slight giveaway of his thoughts within the way the skin between what would be his brows was slightly creased. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He paused, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip and his gaze lowering to your interlocked hands.

He had known you for years, and he was there for you when others weren't. When you experienced heartbreak, when you experienced joy, when you were hurt, when you were singing, when you were laughing. He was there for it all. You just never knew.

You never took notice to the ways his gaze always lingered when you were kids, never took notice to the way Lo'ak or Kiri had always asked you if you were interested in any of the male friends you had– courtesy of Neteyam forcing them to,

never took notice to the way he only ever left trinkets and gifts that you loved to make jewelry out of in your tent with small notes telling you how he hoped you'd enjoy those gifts without revealing his identity,

never took notice to the way he always hovered around protectively to make sure you never got hurt.

You never took notice of him until he finally got the courage to speak to you, years later.

"My light, I must ask that you promise me something." He finally spoke. "Of course, Nete." He smiled at your quick response. "Promise me, you will wait until I finish speaking that you will say something." You smiled teasingly at his words. "I suppose I can." You responded with a small tilt of your head, giving a reassuring squeeze to his large hands. Neteyam let out a soft sigh through his nose, eyes dancing between each of your own, finding it hard to focus on just one or both at the same time.

He ran his thumbs over your knuckles, bringing your hands up to press gentle, lingering kisses upon the backs of them. Your heart fluttered in your chest and your gaze softened unintentionally at him, giving him your undivided attention.

"I thought after all these years, I would have had the courage to tell you long ago, but it seems time is running from us and we are getting older. Eventually I will lose my chance and I don't know what I'd do if I was never able to tell you." He begun to speak. You smiled nervously at his words, still weary of the inevitable that you knew wasn't far out of reach. But you listened intently, hoping whatever he'd conclude to say would bring you to give him the right answers.

"These years I've known you seem to have gone by so fast and I cannot say I am not saddened by it. Every moment I spend with you seems too short, and as the days go by, that time seems to grow even shorter. You are everything to me, the sun, the moon, the stars. You are the light of my life." He spoke so delicately.

You were a bit confused at what he meant by 'these years'. You had only just officially met him a year and a few months ago, when the two of you first slept together and begun your secret rendezvouses. But you decided you would get your answers later, keeping your promise of only speaking when he had finished.

"The reason I get up every morning, what I see every time I close my eyes. It's all you. Ma'Tìyawn, you do not understand the effect you have on me. The pain you bring me when you are not near is unbearable, incomparable to anything I've even felt. But it is all worth it for just a glimpse of your smile when I see you or to have your body pressed against mine. I've known since I first laid eyes on you that I was in love with you. You truly do not understand the power you have over me, over my heart, my soul, my body."

Your throat felt like it was closing up and your eyes widened at his confession. You released his hands from yours and gasped, using one of your hands to hide your ajar mouth. "Oh, Neteyam," you whispered out before swallowing dryly.

He only smiled lovingly at you.

"I accepted it, after a while. That you would never love me the way I love you. That our flirting was just that, friendly banter between two strangers. So I convinced myself that my feelings for you were gone, and you were just another clan member. And then we sleep together for the first time and it all came rushing back tenfold. That night, when I went to you tent to talk about what we had done the night before, I was finally going to admit to you my feelings that I had bottled up for years, and you told me you didn't regret it, so I really thought I'd had a chance," He paused,smile finally falling into a frown as he looked down at his now lonely hands, balling them into first.

"And then you told me you hoped it didn't interfere with our lives, and you just needed that relief. So we didn't stop after that. And I convinced myself again that I was fine with this. I had you in a way no one else has, and that was enough. But it's not enough. It's never been enough. I don't want to only touch you in the safe confines of our homes, I don't want to have to sneak around so no one catches onto what we do, I don't want to listen to the way other men talk about you as though you are a piece of meat and have to pretend to not care."

You bit your lips as tears filled your eyes and begun to fall, the pain you felt clenching your heart was unbearable.

Neteyam softened, reaching his hands up to wipe away your tears, scooting closer until your knees were practically touching. He frowned, the sight of your tears making his heart clench. "Do not waste your tears on me, my light." He mumbled out with a teasing smile, but it didn't help your tears. You couldn't lie to yourself, you knew this was a bad idea the first time it happened and you knew you should've stopped then. Especially given you had took the virginity of the Olo'eyktan's son, as he did yours.

Premarital sex was not only frowned upon, but with the future leader no less would definitely leave you without a mate for the rest of your life if anyone knew. You knew you were attractive physically, and that always seemed to stop people from ever actually getting to know you and only to thirst after you. You were sure Neteyam would be no different, but after giving yourself to him, for the first time in your life, you felt relief. Relief of the stress that came with being a warrior in training, relief of the stress that came with war, relief of the stress that came with the realization that no one wanted you for you, but for your body.

So you didn't want to stop. You ached for the few minutes of bliss where you could just forget, and within a year following the both of you and your continuing actions, the few minutes turned into at least an hour of the two of you just basking in the heat of one another.

You forced yourself to never question and never register that Neteyam was falling in love with you, but it was getting harder to ignore, and you found yourself indulging in the attention you never thought you'd get from another person other than for your physical appearance. Outside of sex, you didn't really know Neteyam, and you didn't want to. Because he wanted to know you, and for that you were scared. Scared that even after he met the real you, he wouldn't want anything to do with you other than sex.

"Neteyam, you..." You placed your hand onto top of his that were still gently holding your face and wiping away your tears. "You don't– you can't love me." You shook your head. His smile never faltered, still staring at you with those blown pupils and bright honey-glazed eyes. "Why not?" He asked in curiosity. You huffed, sniffling and lip quivering as you tried to ignore that ache in your heart that seemed to grow with every passing moment.

"Because you don't even know me– we've never even- never even spent time together, just the two of us, outside of sex." Your voice cracked on the last word, skin of your brows pushing together and gaze falling to stare at Neteyam's chest instead of his face.

Neteyam bit the inside of his cheek to stop whatever negative expression that itched to show at your words. That was true, he had to admit. You two never socialized outside of what you did in one another's home. But that was because you were always making excuses.

"That doesn't mean I don't know you, Yawne." He spoke gently, thumbs now caressing your cheekbones since your tears stopped falling. "I know that your favorite thing to do in your spare time is make jewelry to gift to your loved ones. I know your favorite food are Lionberry seeds. I know that your favorite animal are the Pa'li."

You scoffed. "Those are all basic things I have mentioned to everyone." You shook your head.

"I know you like to hum your mothers old lullaby when you're gathering. I know you poke your tongue out of the side of you mouth when your deep in thought. I know you incorporate specific colored beads into your hair that represents the color of your fathers old cummerbund that you have pinned up on the wall. I know you like to sing and dance with the young children because you feel like they are the only ones who truly see you for who you are." His voice grew quieter with every confession.

Your eyes are widened now, but you still don't think it's enough. You look off to the side, not even wanting to look at the warrior anymore.

"I know you pick at the skin of your arms when you talk to people because your anxious of their intentions. I know it took you years to decide you wanted to train to become a warrior because it helps you feel closer to your parents. I know you. I See You. I love you." He finished by gently pressing a kiss to your nose.

A sob fell past your lips and you quickly scooted away from him, the warmth of his body no longer bringing you the solace you itched for.

You wanted to believe him, and maybe a part of you did– but you buried that part into the depths of your soul, refusing to let it resurface and give you hope of something you would've never thought you could receive. Because hope was for losers, and you were tired of losing.

"No, we– this is purely physical. That's all it is. All it is supposed to be." You argued, your head shaking as you wiped away a new wave of tears dribbling down your soft cheeks.

"But it doesn't have to be. I-I..You can try to convince yourself all you want, but we both know my feelings are not one-sided." The skin of Neteyam's brows furrowed together, his voice still soft to not rile you up. You slumped, letting your head fall into your hands as your thoughts ran a mile a minute. Your head was starting to hurt and you were already tired from this conversation.

"What would even come from this?" Your voice spoke out before you could stop it, your face still buried in your hands.

"What?"

You gathered what thoughts you could and raised your head to stare at the man before you. You took in his slightly confused expression and decided to continue on. "If we were to become lovers, what would that entail?" Neteyam frowned, blinking at you, but his cheeks grew in color at the simple thought of being lovers.

"You are to be the leader of this clan, given a few years, 'Teyam. W-would I have to train to become the next Tsahik? Would your parents even approve of their noble son mating with an impure woman who hasn't even made a name for herself?"

"I'm not made for that kind of life— I wouldn't be able to handle the pressure!" You finished with another sob. Neteyam could feel his heart clench in his chest.

"Then I'll give up being the future leader if it means I wouldn't be able to spend my life with you. Tarsem could take my place instead." Your eyes widened at the statement.

"Neteyam, no! You can't give up your entire future just for me—" Neteyam scoffed.

"Baby, I'd cut off my head if you asked me to. A silly title is nothing compared to a lifetime with you." He finished with that gorgeous grin of his. You could feel you cheeks heat up at his statement. He was willing to give up his entire future for you. But why? You weren't anything special, just another woman in the clan. You were an exceptional warrior, but nothing outstanding. Nothing that was worthy enough to have the heart of the greatest warrior in the clan. The greatest man in the clan.

But looking up and meeting that gaze, you knew you wouldn't be able to convince him otherwise. It would be pointless to try. And yet you couldn't help it.

"You... You deserve so much more than me, Neteyam. You deserve someone who could give you the whole world—"

"You are the whole world. You're my entire universe, Ma'Tìyawn. Your eyes, they shine so bright when you are happy, like two large stars. And your smile, so blinding, like the sun. Your joy puts the Sky's to shame. The constellations are meaningless compared to you."

Your mind was empty. You didn't know what else you could say to show him it would never work out, so you just said the first thing that popped up in your head.

"I'm not in love with you." And the whole world seemed to stop. Neteyam's expression faltered and slowly fell. You were holding your breath. Had this finally got him? Was this the end of this excruciating conversation?

And yet, your heart felt even heavier than before.

"You're lying."

"What?"

"You're lying to me." His eyes narrowed.

—————

Not this unfinished ending feeling like a cliffhanger… maybe if this does well I’ll try and make a part two🤗

#neteyam #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar smut #avatar #jake sully smut #neteyamsluvr111

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fuckmymunson · 2 years

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Can you do a story about Eddie having sex with the reader on her period then taking care of her!!!!

❥ a/n: Yes I can and sorry for answering this like a hundred years later—

❥ TW: 18+ smut!!! Period sex! Soft dom!Eddie, aftercare. Please give me some comfort I need it. Also, I get incredibly horny before I get my period so this is a bit self indulgent. Cozy ending because I'm a bit tipsy and so love starved 😁.

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Eddie's calloused hands are practically bruising your waist with his tight grip, his heavy breathings from behind you and the rather animalistic growls he exhales every now and then only make the coil in your belly (and pussy) even tighter and bigger and— oh fuck when he yanks your hair…

But he stops. Suddenly.

Abruptly.

Violently.

Making you whine in discomfort and annoyance.

"What the hell, Eddie?" You manage to ask, looking over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend whose eyes are big as plates— his brown eyes are fixated on your pussy, and all you can read in them is panic and nervousness. "Eddie?"

"Babe" He gulps but his gaze remains glued to his dick and your cunt. "Baby" Eddie exhales, visibly shaking.

"Eddie what's wrong?" You ask, resting your weight in your forearms. "You are scaring me"

"Y—You…" His eyes drift from your pussy to your face, and you witness firsthand how the color is drained from his face. "You are b—bleeding"

"I'm what?" You ask frowning, confused.

Then it hits.

The snarky replies at school, the uncomfortable feeling all day, the nausea, the stomach pain, the moody comments, and the unforgiving urge to fuck Eddie until his cock breaks in half—

"Shit, shit— shit" You curse and ran towards the trailer's bathroom, thanking God in his heaven that Uncle Wayne's at work.

You stumble around the trailer with uncoordinated steps as your wobbly legs make you look like a newborn deer. Locking the door behind you, you grab the box that you keep inside the mirror's cabinet, where your feminine products (as Eddie likes to call them) are kept.

Eddie follows you, naked as well. He knocks on the door holding back a laugh after he hears you fumbling with the pad's wrap.

He opens the door inviting himself in after the third knock. "Baby." He calls you, almost amused. "Did you just had your period while fucking?"

"Ugh, shut up" You throw him a death glare and he holds his hands up in defeat.

"I don't mind, sweetheart. It's— you know, your natural body uh, things. Yeah" He means good, but poor baby isn't good with words. "Although, now I can say I literally murder that pussy—"

"Edward, seriously. Shut up."

"Uh-Oh, first name calling. Yes ma'am" He nods and and knocks the teasing off.

"I'm sorry" You sigh, resting your hands on the sink.

"Why are you apologizing for?" Eddie frowns and tilts his head, a few curls falling over his face. "I literally don't care, princess. It's something completely natural"

"You don't think it's gross?" You ask with a pout.

"Sweetheart, nothing about you is gross" He chuckles and kisses your head, lovingly. "Well except when you eat with your mouth open, that is fucking disgusting"

"Thanks for ruining the moment, Munson" You roll your eyes. His hands caress your sides, stopping at your hips as he silently placed himself behind you in the bathroom mirror, towering behind your still naked form. "Eddie? What are you doing?"

"Nothing…" He says looking away, pretending to not be responsible or conscious of his hand sliding in between your legs, quickly finding your clit and circling it. "You know… I've heard that period sex helps with cramps and mood swings"

"Oh yeah, where?" You try to remain calm, but then he slides a finger between your folds, slick with a mixture of your wetness and blood. "Fuck— Eddie"

"Doesn't matter" He kisses your shoulder, locking eyes with yours through the mirror. "What matter is that, now that I know you are fine… we can continue…"

"Eddie, it's gonna be messy—" You try to protest, but when he sinks two fingers so easily...

"I like it messy"

He curls his long fingers making your wet pussy clench around them, you moan his name in a needy manner, making his cock twitch.

"Now, let's return this fat cock exactly where it belongs… fuck— that's it" He thrusts without warning, his dick slides even easier than before. Eddie moans at this new sensation, it's so warm, so wet, so good. "Good girl, always so sweet and precious, you really know how to please me"

Eddie wastes no time, resuming his unforgiving pace. His balls slap against your clit in the most delicious way, making you whine and moan and cry and fucking gush around him. He looks down again, this time completely and utterly hard as a damn rock at the sight of your sweet pussy clenching around him. He doesn't care at all about the blood, he feels so fucking amazing that you trust him enough to do this.

His right hand releases your waist and yanks your hair again, forcing you to look in the mirror.

"Look, princess. Look at yourself, being fucked like a naughty girl. Spread your legs a bit more yeah— oh that's it, good girl." He gives your ass a few playful spanks, enough to send sparks to your pussy. "Shit— can feel that little messy cunt clenching around me, you gonna cum, bunny?"

You nod desperately, mumbling. "Yes, yes, please. Let me cum Eddie" Not only begging with your words, you beg with your eyes, half lidded, glossy and breathtaking. "Please baby, lemme cum, need it so bad"

"Cum, cum for me sweetheart" He slaps your ass harder this time, the pain sending you over the edge. "Fuck yeah. What. A. Good. Little. Whore." Every word is punctuated with a snap of his hips, prolonging your orgasm.

The wetness in between your legs mixed with the blood runs down your thighs, but the sight of it makes him swallow so hard and cum so hard inside you. Eddie groans and slams his cock all the way in, painting your walls with his sticky load.

Between pants and giggles, Eddie kisses your shoulders, grinning like an idiot.

"I love you so much, sweetheart" He murmurs with pure adoration, helping you take a seat at the edge of the plastic tub of the trailer. "Lemme take care of you okay? I can wash your hair and all"

"Eddie, you don't have to" You say, blinking slowly as the sleep starts to possess your body. "And I love you too, darling, I really do"

He is a man of word, after all. Eddie scrubs your hair, massaging your scalp, kissing your neck, your shoulders. Rubbing your bodywash all over your soft body, caressing every inch of your skin, worshipping it and not only bathing you with your favorite products but with adoration.

"Night, princess" He kisses your nose, now safely wrapped in two blankets.

"Night, my love" You whisper kissing his lips and resting your face on his chest, listening to his heartbeat rocking you to sleep.

God, this is true love ♡.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader blurb #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson being the sweetest boyfriend #tw: period sex #eddie bittie babie #omel answers!#omel is writing!

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konigsblog · 9 months

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pup!soap and kitty!reader thots... :3

tw: noncon, hybrid fucking

you hate being left alone with johnny. his ruthless and harsh behaviour making you sob and shake violently, clutching your cunt in an attempt to hide yourself from his abuse! it rarely works. occasionally he'll see the pain he'd put you through, allowing you to go without another fucking. other times, it gets him even harder, needier for your tight, raw cunt!

simon hates the way his pretty cat gets treated. he'll grip your tail firmly yet lovingly, fucking your tight, used asshole while johnny watches from the cage. your ears low, slow thrusts driving you wild and utterly insane! :(((

and johnny is just so easily jealous. why do you like simon more? he's just some dumb owner! :((

johnny will paw at your panties at nighttime, waking you up with a whine and a needy sob because you're being unfair to him. he just wants to love you, but you don't wanna love him back !!! :((

he sobs into your panties, slobbering all over the material. he drools and covers them in spit, saliva and his tears. johnny's dick is so painfully hard, he just wants to eat you out and hump his blankets, but you're being cruel and unfair to him. :((((

you fall asleep, waking up with johnny still between your thighs, tearstained cheeks and raw eyes, his girthy cock still hard and aching for release. and he's so annoyed when it's simon who jerks him off, not you! it should be you, for getting him into this state in the first place... he wants a hybrid, not for his owner to stand behind him and pump and fist his hard, fat cock ‘til he's uncontrollably cumming... :((

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bumblinv · 2 years

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I desperately need baby daddy Neteyam with twins. DESPERATELY

--- papa of two ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

neteyam x f!metkayinan!mate!reader

your journey of raising your two little twins together. reader and teyam both on their early 20s

a/n ; love this man sm i got carried away writing this, hope you enjoy reading this the same as how much i love writing this piece!!

your stomach is a little crowded, dear sister

what do you mean?

maybe it was the way you tilt your head to the side, or your clueless gaze into his cloudy orbs, or the way you look so innocently curios. what ever it was, it made honäk burst into laughter

his previous loving, gentle clicks to inspect your belly turned to a streak of high-pitched whines. you grumbled. both your biological and spirit brother, both take joy at mocking you

oh, my sweet sister, and her tsiki-sized brain

stop, brother, i am no fool

you are, he chuckles, how come you not notice your two younglings inside?

you coughed,

bubbles erupting from your mouth so violently you swam to the surface. instinctively rubbing your face from utter disbelieve as water came prickling down your braids. you phant loudly. honäk's teasing whines echoed even from the depths, laughing at your mate as he joined you soon after

"we... two, two babies... twins..."

his breathless, uncomprehend whispers of joy shook you back to reality

oh dear mother,

you've got two

˚ · • . ° .

“morning, my childrens”, neteyam breathes out,

“good morning, dad”

the man let out a chuckle againts your belly, his warm breath tickling your skin made you giggle in return

soft mornings like this really made you fall in love for him all over again. you couldn’t blame yourself, he was so loving

his voice was hoarse and eyes half-lidden, yet every morning, no matter how tired he was, talking to his children were the first thing on his list

“how did you slept?”, you asked him. voice high, mimicking the cheerful voice of a child. it never failed to make neteyam grin lopsidedly, it was like as if he was communicating to his child through you

“your momma and i had a hard time sleeping, sweeties” he sighs, acting like a disappointed father, yet a smile had crept on his lips, “but it’s nothing to worry about, since you two seemed to cannot wait to meet us, hm?”

a gentle kick,

it made him laugh

“i know you are excited to meet us, sweeties, but please understand,” he kissed your belly, hands stroking yours, “kicking around and keeping your momma awake at night isn’t too nice. she needs her energy to carry you two around, okay?

another kick,

he looks up to you, smiling so happily, “i think they understand”

“this one’s more energetic than the other,”, you giggle as you touch the spot where your baby had kicked, “reminds me so much of ao’nung and lo’ak”

“no, they’re just like their momma”

“oh, teyam”, you giggled as his hand went up, cupping your cheek with his warm hand ever so lovingly. his gaze soft on yours

“i’m being serious, love”, he kissed your temple, a soft smile crept through his lips, “they’re just like their mother, a bundle of energy who loves to cause a little bit of trouble”

you rolled your eyes, scoffing playfully, “at least i’m not the person taking the olo’eyktan’s daughter ikran-riding to a quiet beach”

“its great for field research”

“field research? at night?”, you raise an eyebrow to him, giggling as he bites down his lips. his smart remarks died down, wich you found amusing

“sorry babies, your tough papa’s just avoiding your grammpa tonowari, he’s afraid he would get his butt whipped”

“children, don’t listen to her. i was fifteen” he sighs, shaking his head like a disappointed father, eyes turned to you,

“they aren’t even born yet and you’ve ruined my image”

you giggle at his words, looking up as his ears shot down, “oh, teyam”, you grab his hand, intertwining them on yours. your attention now back to your belly, smiling softly as you place the man’s hand on your warm skin,

“but the moment your dad went through his rite of passage,” you started, guiding his hand to rub on your stomach, “when he got home on his first ever tsurak, the first thing he did was to invite my parents to have dinner with us”

“olo’eyktan tonowari and tsahik ronal, i ask for your permission to mate with your daughter”, neteyam says proudly, a wide smile on his lips

your gaze soften. you recognize that smile

it was the same, determined and sure smile he gave to your parents the moment he said those very words, two years ago

“and that, children, was how i became you papa”

˚ · • . ° .

aside from your fluffy and soft mornings of waking next to him, some mornings left you dumbfounded

like this morning,

it was the first time in a few months you awaken to the throaty gawks of seagulls by your window. usually they won’t show up for another hour or 5,

and the warmth radiated from the sun, you weren’t used to it. usually, the first thing that greets you the moment you wake was the silver and dimmed light of the moon

but the thought that bothered you the most was how peaceful your sleep was

it was too peaceful that it felt....

off

there were no crying, no wailing. no dirty diapers to clean. it was a quiet night, except the faint cry you heard between your sleep

your brows scrunched,

a faint cry you barely heard

quickly to turn your head to the side, and oh...

oh dear eywa,

your heart dropped

“teyam? neteyam!”

you jumped, scrambling clumsily to your feet as you frantically called for your mate. every single drop of sleepiness, all died as you hurriedly slide off the layers of blanket and pillows littering your empty bed,

“neteyam! the babies’ gone!”

you cannot think straight, your mind was spinning. causing all sort of thought flooding in,

awa’atlu was quiet. but there could be a chance that there were a kidnapper running around, or maybe it was a hungry tsurak (you admitted you really did think too far), or the thought of the past few years were a mere lucid dream,

that you were just dreaming of marrying the love of your life, having beautiful little twins together. and this morning were the moment when you had finally waken up from that dream,

and thank eywa,

it wasn’t

pay and Ììum were very much real, who turned out to be sleeping peacefully on the hands of their father

you gaze to your sleeping mate, dumbfounded

it was a peculiar morning indeed

you face palmed yourself mentally, of course you hadn’t notice them, neteyam had slept on the floor of the darkest corner of your marui, completely wasted. his face looking up, his neck stretching in an awkward position so that his head could rest on the marui’s thin walls

“mawey… mawey ma’itan”

he blabbered as soon as Ììum cooed in his sleep,

you couldn’t help but chuckle as neteyam began reciting in what you think was supposed to be an omaticayan lulluaby, wich he always sang his children to sleep

it was barely recognizable, all the lyrics were jumbled up together with no melody whatsoever. he sang it out of pure instinct

you sit down next to him, after quietly cleaning up his successful attempt to comfort his babies. empty milk bottles, fluffy blankets, all littered around his feet

ever so gently, you remove pay from his left arm. and just like you thought, she remained asleep

once you get her all comfortable in your hold, with your right hand, you move your lover’s head to rest on your shoulder. you couldn’t bear having his neck hurting by sleeping in that way

“Ììum cried all night”, neteyam blabbers, “pay did too, cause he was cyin’ too loud and disturbin her sleep”

you smile dearly, kissing your lover on his forehead

“thanks for helping me, teyam”

“anythin for you, yawne”

#avatar #avatar x reader #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x you #neteyam fluff #neteyam x reader fluff

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zorosbeau33 · 8 months

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Courting Gifts Part 1~ BNHA/MHA Omegaverse headcanon

Starring: (aged up college or older) Midoriya, Bakugo, and Shinso x omega reader G: Fluff, some humor, sfw The guys are alphas for this part as that is just how I picture these three~ Tw: none for this one! W: 1,510 Masterlist~

This timid alpha does not understand courting gifts

He gets the tradition, however he doesn't understand why he can't just…buy you and gift you only All Might Merch

It takes several of his friends sitting him down for him to understand that not everyone's dream nest would be their boyfriend's mentor

He is so red and shy when he comes to you about it with a bouquet of lilies and some non-All Might-themed blankets of your favorite colors

Despite the initial All Might gifts from the time you started courting he is constantly getting little treats and putting them in your locker or if you catch him handing them over as he babbles about how pretty you are and how much he loves you (shaking the entire time)

Not huge on non-All Might name brands. It's not that he doesn’t care or isn’t willing to spend the money he just doesn’t really know anything about them and is more likely to get small things that remind him of you.

Baby loves to get cute couple things, matching pajamas, especially with mugs to match each other with sappy nicknames or quotes or designs on them

Clumsily wrapped hand picked bouquets from when he was on mission in another part of the country (yes he stayed up the night before to pick them in the moonlight)

Once he figures out what are your favorite foods he is going to bug the daylights out of Kacchan to teach him them. May even do something embarrassing to get him to agree to it. Don’t worry Kirishima assigned himself as a referee to be there so no one would get hurt

Once he sees you buy any of his own merch expect to be gifted every single thing that you comment you like when he’s reviewing the merch prototypes.

It's embarrassing for him, and he does whimper he feels silly gifting them to you, but they make you happy.

Seeing you curled up cuddling plushie him on his couch wearing one of his actual hoodies with “hoodie” written on the front, when he comes home from a mission? Oh his bawling woke you up, he couldn’t help it he was so touched

Bakugo

This man? Oh he started with the courting gifts before you were even courting

No of course you didn’t notice he’s smooth af

Its cold out “Idiot tt, you really are helpless” shoves handwarmers into your hands.

Somehow procures a blanket from his den when on mission and wraps you in it while on stake out on the roof…in another town…and yes it makes you smell just like his heady alpha scent

Your stomach grumbles? Suddenly theres a snack in your hand/pocket

You yawned? Oh my somehow you took a nap on his shoulder. And no he didn’t get violent with anyone after for teasing him. He merely nodded at your thanks and went about the next task…yes Kirishima has photos of him looking lovingly at you. And Yes he may have scented you and taken a nap breathing in your scent.

You don’t recall when but several of those blankets of his ended up in your nest and he loves to mention that he’s missing them but not to you, no he enjoys seeing you blush and if you try to bring it up or apologize or return them to him he finds some other pressing matter and tells you to talk to him on it later…later never comes

When he asks to court you? Oh he makes you dinner picnic by the river, somehow gets you into some clothes of his or a jacket of his, and after dinner brings out some nice drinks for you and asks permission (not for you to be his oh no) if he could be yours.

Yes he gives you a necklace or earring if you say yes he may have even made them

He is not stingy, will leave things for your nest everywhere. Constantly wants to scent you and things for you, expects you to scent him too and better be thorough about it

He tells the others to shut up they wish they were him if they ever try to tease him for it. He is so proud of your scent

This man is all for a clean house but gods having your blankets that you had him scent all over does not count as mess, those are all possible nest spots in his mind and he respects and protects them

He bought guest blankets because he buys you all the plushies and blankets and pillows you want for your nests and does not ever want someone to use those if they visit even if youre okay with it, those are your nest and he will protect your safe place with his life

Not huge on designer presents, but thats because he’s looking at the quality of a product. He will spend 1,000 on a blanket if he thinks the quality is worth it and it would make you happy. But 1,000 on a bookbag/bag you may only use three or four times and looks like one villains blow will ruin it? Nope

He is big on learning to make things, so expect him to build you furniture, or get Best Jeanist to help him so he can make you the worlds cutest and one of a kind bags and accessories (he makes some subtle couple bags his bookbag matches your bookbag/handbag)

Flowers are always on your dinning table and they always look perfect and fresh its his pride

Calm exterior, panicking internally. His first courting gifts are subtle like Bakugo but a bit more intentionally evident

“You were cold yes? Here use mine.” gives you his gloves and chuckles shyly “Dont worry I have more at home you use them”

Brings you little cat themed things because he hopes they’ll remind you of him. A little kitty keychain, some cat shaped onigiri in your favorite flavor with a little “You did well make sure you rest” on your work desk

Once you're courting he gives you everything, he would give you his soul if he could

Flowers? Everytime you meet up until you warn him theres no more space for more flowers

Plushies, bet lets go pick some out together. Turns the brightest shade of red when you compare them to him or if you ask him to scent them. A mess trying to hide his face in his hands or jacket collar.

Surprise presents are a thing too, they don’t happen often but when the thought occurs he will send presents to your job (even if you work together) to surprise you. Is gummy smiling when you talk about them later, he loves seeing how you melt with these

Loves having his scent on you as much if not more than Bakugo, though he is much more calm and lowkey about it

Would offer you his clothes and things to wear but will not just…put them on you or wrap you in them. He’s very soft and gentle when he offers.

Absolutely melts to see you in his oversized clothes, theyre huge on him-they swim on you and it ruins him. He's both horny, melting, shy, and falling in love all over again.

He bakes

You get a little bento box of baked goods (Eri is thrilled because she got to taste test everything) every so often

Makes you cake or pie or bread whatever you prefer for special events or home dates

He also likes to treat you to homemade ice cream, just leaves it in your work or home freezer with a little kitten on it for you to know its a gift from him

Another one that likes to make his gifts

They are a bit clumsy but he likes to make little clay figurines for you whenever he goes away on a long mission or has to go undercover and can't see you

You could have a whole shelf of the tiny watcher cats hes made (some of them are themed after your friends or dates you both have gone on like the grey cat with a tiny sakura on its head for when you both went to see them bloom)

This comes with the unexpected side gift of one or two cats from Eri she begged him to teach her to make for you (she also made him some so technically you both have couples cats made by Eri)

Shinso would love to give you designer things and he does. From brands that he knows or if he thinks you will like them~ Especially smaller brand concept artist stuff.

Was given the idea from a job commission and thus has recorded his voice for you once while drunk to use as your morning alarm, ringtone for him, and alert message (yes it's him meowing thats the only meme one the others are scalding hot and yes he did record his alpha purr/growl)

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bonefall · 18 days

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Is there any one particular bit in Ivypool's heart that really stands out concerning wanting to tackle it in BB (be it lovingly or with violence)?

I'll do you two; a loving tackle and a violent tackle!

VIOLENT TACKLE:

Dovewing and Ivypool do NOT have a good relationship in BB, and furthermore, I absolutely refuse to let Ivypool be a healthy and well adjusted individual at this point in her life. ABSOLUTELY not. The Erins have dropped a raw steak at my feet and given me an opportunity to display BB!Ivypool's Dovewing Derangement Syndrome on full blast and I am shaking it like Whistlepaw shakes a newborn baby.

I was really craving someone on this journey not being patient with Ivypool, and seeing her act unreasonably on her pain and loss.

I wanted to see her get nasty with someone, and have them fight back. I wanted to see someone get angry that she was insensitive towards them when they've ALL gone through similar things. It kinda felt like everyone on this journey was there to give Ivypool therapy, not work out their issues as a group.

For BB, I also want to give Dovewing and Ivypool some soft moments of mutual understanding, but... in the end, they do not reconcile because Dovewing does not want to.

And that's okay.

Ivypool will think she NEEDS her sister and her acknowledgement to move on, to have her accept an apology (which, truthfully, Ivypool doesn't entirely believe in) because it's SOME kind of closure when she won't get that with Bristlefrost... but she doesn't.

Moving on and healing is about the life you make in the wake of that loss. It's not Dovewing's responsibility to give her sister what she craves, it's up to Ivypool to make meaning in her own life. It's about the friends she will find, the wide world there is to discover, and the ways she can make things better for the Clans in Bristlefrost's name.

Even when the bridge is burned... the river still runs.

(As a side note, I've also TOTALLY gotta work in a moment where Ivy and Dove come across their mom, Cinderheart, while she's out traveling with their aunt/stepmom Fallenleaf. This is the perfect opportunity for Ivypool to let out a bunch of anger she has towards them, but also have them get a little involved in the new supernatural stuff!)

Special mention to the Sisters stuff; in BB they are not Evil Neglectful Bad Moms Who Hate Men. Beach and Slate will be tweaked. I am already imagining a scene where Rootspring gets to have a Cool Older Brother moment and show off some cool tricks he figured out with his talisman.

(in BB, the male sisters don't genetically inherit the ability to see ghosts, they have a special necklace crafted for them that lets them call spirits without the need of a large group.)

(Slate also will not be needing a rename, because Slate DOTC has a full name now-- Slate Keeper. I'm still working on her, but she's essentially The Wind Runner's secretary.)

POSITIVE TACKLE:

DEFINITELY the "River of Souls," along with StormClan and the Wildcats. I'm still wary of the Wildcats and the way the Erins could possibly dip into some weird "genetic superiority" stuff in the future, but they actually did a pretty good job introducing them!

I love the way that Wildcat religion is essentially that everything is connected by three elements, and that their unique belief system allows them to travel between afterlives. I adore this so much that I'm going to start thinking of the various "afterlives" in BB as having a primary element which influences how they behave.

Silverpelt and Skypelt are primarily Wind-Element systems. This makes them mobile and powerful, but highly subjected to the whims of the living.

The Tribe of Endless Hunting is primarily a Water-Element system. It's a very present element, flexible and easy for individuals to access while also allowing spirits to interact with the mortal plane.

The Guardian's Firmament is primarily an Earth-Element system. They require setup and investment on behalf of their followers, in return for giving worshippers a very powerful and intimate connection to the land.

All afterlives contain a mix of elements, but have "affinities." I also immediately saw a juicy opportunity to introduce the idea that Wildcats dance around addressing "fire" as an element, considering it forbidden, or at the very least, wild and unpredictable.

One Eye, who created the Dark Forest as a curse, is a God of Summer. So the Place of No Stars is absolutely a Fire-Element-- and I'm going to keep it loose until I understand what that looks like better. I want to save a little bit of wiggle room for future Wildcat appearances.

I'm also warming up to the idea that the Sisters have some Wildcat influence. I'm probably going to adjust their lore a bit to make them a mixture of Tribe culture and Wildcat culture. I've got a budding idea that, because Wildcats are rare and their population is scattered, they have a sort of concept of like... "Making A Home Where You Are," no matter where that is, or what culture they become part of.

So I like the idea a lot that this "river" is part of that. They maintain a connection to each other, across distances. The Guide of a Wildcat kitten is their mentor, both in terms of spiritual and physical training.

I'll also be needing a new name for this rework. Part of me really wants to call it "Ivypool's Loss," both for the angle of grief and also for the meme lmao. But, "Ivypool's Catharsis" also works very nicely... and if I go with "Ivypool's Awakening" the abbreviation is IPA and I can make beer jokes.

#better bones au #clan culture #spirituality overhauls #ivypool's heart spoilers #Ivypool's Awakening #BB!Ivypool's Heart

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bluerthanvelvet444 · 6 months

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˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚𝓓𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚

Kit Walker x fem!reader

tags: smut!!

warnings: murder, blood, fingering, p in v.

summary: reader and kit get paired up in the kitchen. Kit comforts her anddddd...you can imagine what happens next.

character count: 11k. yes. 11k. lost track of length while writing the plot.

full fic under the cut ↓

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May 14th, 1964.

People always said you were meant to be a teacher, that it was your role in the world, since kindness and patience have always been your best qualities. This is how you ended up in that pre-school in Massachusetts full of little sunshines that were absolutely fond of you and saw you as their older sister. It was the best job in the world in your eyes, and you were sure you were going to spend most of your days doing it. If only you knew.

That fateful day you were wearing a trendy but simply cut canary dress, slightly accentuating your waist, perfect for the warm weather of spring. Birds’ faint singing could be heard through the open windows, The kids were sitting around small tables while doing their drawings, and you looked at them lovingly while leaning your back on the chest of drawers that kept the children’s bags.

“Teacher! Teach-!” one of the little boys exclaimed to get your attention, but you cut him off.

“Joseph, I'll be there for you in a second, let me change the song first, alright?” You turned around to put the other vinyl in the player, and the tunes of ‘Hit the road Jack’ started playing. You waited a few seconds before turning around…and that was probably the biggest mistake of your life.

Hit the road Jack-BANG!

You quickly turned around as you heard that loud noise. What you saw next permanently changed your life. A tall man, all dressed in black, was holding a gun in his hands and had just shot one of your little kids. Before you could process anything, the gun was pointed at you, and…BANG! You fell to the ground. The bullet missed you and instead carved a little hole in the wall. You couldn’t feel anything, none of your senses worked, except for hearing.

Don’t you come back, no more-BANG!

no more-BANG!

Hit the road Jack-BANG!

You woke up by the police violently shaking your body. You were confused, and all around you was red. Red blood everywhere.

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At first, the police was doing a fantastic job by trying to identify the killer. You had to do so many interrogations, but you felt like with your descriptions and help, the searching for the murderer was close to an end. The case was on all the TV channels and news, the whole state was thirsty for truth. It was when the police started looking into your past that things started to go wrong. You had a previous “arrest” for gun possession. Nothing too crazy, your uncle gave you one when you first started living alone, you realized your mistake, and you were released after a few days anyways. Then the moms of the poor little angels started to spread rumors about how you were “mean” to kids. That of course wasn’t true, they have always been pretty jealous of a young woman who got along with their children better than them. And you tried to explain that to the police, but they just seemed to get more suspicious. They believed that you randomly went crazy and shot all the kids, that would’ve explained how you were the only one who survived too.

Before you could know it you were charged of murderer, and your life sentence was to spend your whole life in an asylum. As bad as the situation was, you were hopeful that you were going to be treated better in an asylum than jail.

You were wrong. Briarcliff Manor was just another way to say hell. Nuns treated you horribly-except Mary Eunice- god bless that poor soul- and Dr. Arden was a living nightmare. You tried to stay as far as possible from him once you heard all the stories of his victims. People were REALLY crazy there…except one. Her name was Pepper. Sister Jude had introduced you two, insisting that you could bond over “baby murder”. You thought she really did it at first, so you kept distance. Pepper insisted on interacting with you, repeating the word “friend”. You glared at her, spitting words harshly.

“I'm not a murderer like you.”

Pepper frowned and started crying. Now she was saying the word “baby.” It was weird but, you felt sorry for her…something in you told you that she may have been not guilty. She dragged you into the library, then she showed you a magazine with the face of the popular star “Elsa Mars.”

“Mom.” She said, you looked at her confused, then Pepper pointed at the sentence written in the magazine “Elsa used to own a Freakshow before…” it was clear to you then.

“Did she put you here?” You asked. Pepper shook her head and mumbled the word “Sister”.

After a few weeks of befriending her, it was clear to you that Pepper was the living representation of “never judge a book by its cover”.

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Two months later.

You were playing-at least trying to play-chess with pepper in the common room.

“Pepper, you can't move two pawns together…only one.”

She laughed and moved another one. Your attention was now brought to a woman who seemed new in that place.

“Uhm…you know what, pepper? You win! Congratulations!” You said a little white lie so you could meet the mysterious woman. Pepper smiled and laughed happily, and started wandering around. You got up and walked towards the new presence. She looked lost, confused, angry but definitely not crazy. You sat in front of her and tried to put on a friendly smile.

“Hi… I noticed you from across the room. Who are you?”

The woman looked at you. You couldn’t help but feel judged and studied by those piercing eyes, in a quiet voice, she replied.

“Lana. Lana Winters.”

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Time passed. Every day was the same as the one before, torturing and boring. You bonded with Lana too after you acknowledged her story, and she told you about the secret tunnel and how she planned to escape. The occasion came soon when unexpectedly, one random night, cells opened. You insisted on bringing Pepper with you in the escape attempt, and you three ran for your lives. While running, though, pepper decided to take another path. You stopped and whisper-yelled at her to come back, but she didn't listen to you. As soon as Lana noticed you stopping, she dragged you with her, telling you to not waste time, and while you were running, Kit walker caught up with you two. You didn’t know much about him, so you didn't really mind him trying to escape too, but apparently Lana did. You heard her yelling.

“HELP! He’s escaping! The killer is escaping!”

You tried to shush her, but before you knew it, you were captured.

You and kit were then bent over Sister Jude’s desk, while she praised Lana and allowed her to choose the cane you were going to be punished with. You were surprised when Kit took the blame on himself, letting you free and gaining more lashes for himself.

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After a few days, you found yourself paired up with Kit on kitchen chores. You stood there in silence, lost in your thoughts while kit prepared the dough.

“You okay over there, suga’? You haven’t said a word.” You were brought back to reality at the sound of his deep voice and smooth accent. You gulped.

“Yeah… I-I’m fine. Just thinking…” You heard him sigh.

“It’s because of what they say about me…ain’t that right? I’m many things, darlin’, but I’m not a murderer. So, don’t be scared.”

You looked at him furrowing your brows and shook your head.

“No…it’s not because of that- I don’t think you’re a killer- I just… I’m just worried. Worried about Pepper. She’s nowhere to be found, a-and I feel guilty. So guilty. I should’ve followed her and brought her back.”

He chuckled lightheartedly.

“Oh, don’t say that, suga’. I’m sure she’s fine. She’s probably out there livin’ her best life.”

You sighed and replied nervously.

“You and I both know that isn’t true. She’s wearing a fucking gown, and her looks don’t help either. If she actually managed to get out, she’s already got caught.” You looked down, fidgeting with your fingers. You jumped slightly when you felt his hands touching your shoulders. He gently caressed your arm from behind and spoke with a kind tone.

“Hey-hey- calm down, suga’. Whatever happened to Pepper, it’s not your fault. Don’t be so harsh with yourself. You tried to stop her, there was nothin’ else you could do.”

You sighed and leaned into his gentle touch.

“I just hope she’s fine. She’s an innocent soul…I could never live with it if something bad happened to her.”

He took your hands in his.

“You don’t belong here. In Briarcliff.”

You sighed and let yourself relax in his arms. He whispered in your ear.

“You need a distraction, suga’.”

you then felt his cold hand on your exposed inner thigh. You looked up at him, your cheeks slowly turning red.

“Shhh… Just relax. It’ll feel good, I promise.”

You nodded slowly and looked down as his fingers made their way to your exposed folds under your gown. He sighed as he ran a finger over your slit, and peppered gentle kisses on the side of your face. He started slowly circling your clit. His big hands felt like heaven on you and you couldn’t help but buckle your hips towards his hand, sweetly whining for more. He flashed you with a tender smile and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips. His fingers shifted position, so his thumb was now grazing your clit while one of his digits made its way to your entrance, gently pushing in. You gasped and let out a soft moan, muffled by his mouth making contact with yours. He inserted another finger in, stretching you and slowly thrusting inside.

“Ah… Faster Kit…please…” you whined softly.

“Whatever you say, suga’.”

He started moving his fingers faster, making your back arch as he hit that sweet spot perfectly. He kept going until he felt your whines grow louder, and right before you could cum, he suddenly stopped and pulled his fingers out.

“mhhhph….w-why did you stop?”

He chuckled and have you a loving kiss on your lips.

“I wanna be inside of you…suga’…is that okay, mh?”

You nodded eagerly, and he picked you up to set you on the counter. He grabbed your waist with his veiny hands and leaned in to crush your lips together. His tongue swirled around yours as you sloppily made out. You pulled your lips away from his and whispered.

“w-what if they catch us?”

“They won’t. I’ll be quick, love.”

He lifted your gown once again and settled between your legs. He groaned as he rushed to lift his gown, and he hissed while lining up your entrance with his needy cock. He immediately began pounding in your poor cunt. His thrusts were fast and sloppy. As you whined for the sudden roughness, he whispered right next to your ear in a hoarse voice.

“Sorry suga’. Been too long since I've touched a woman.”

You moaned as your legs clung to his body, and you had to adjust to the new position. Not long after, between dough and adrenaline for the fear of being caught, he sped up his thrusts until you came with a loud moan that he tried to muffle with his hand. At the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, he cummed inside you right away with a deep groan. You panted for a few seconds before getting off the counter and regaining your decency. He pressed a loving kiss on your lips and gently caressed your hair. You allowed yourself to melt in his embrace, and while thinking about everything that had happened so far, a sudden thought came to your mind.

“Kit…why did you stand up for me when Sister Jude wanted to punish us?”

He put his chin on your head, and with a sweet smile plastered on his face, he spoke.

“I followed your case on the TV before gettin’ locked up' here. I always thought ya were innocent…”

He chuckled and pressed gently his lips on your hair.

“…and cute.”

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a/n: aaaahhh!!! this is my first smut. I'm really proud of this one. lemme know if you like it!!!🧡🧡

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my only one

character(s) : gojo satoru

warning(s) : hurt/comfort(?)

a/n : it's choppy and not the best but i said what i wanted to say. also only by lee hi inspired this. also i miss gojo:(

“satoru, you’re so pretty,” you look down at the jujutsu sorcerer lying on your lap. he glances up at you, a cute boyish grin adorning his face. “you really think so?” he smiles even more sheepishly now. “hmm of course,” you tap his nose affectionately. “well i think you’re prettier,” he reaches up and gently caresses you cheek.

despite the sweet compliment, you digress.

satoru is pretty when he cooks breakfast for you in the mornings. you can’t help but flush when he places the dish in front of your, a cute pink apron tied around his waist.

satoru is pretty when he feeds the stray cats in his way home from work. he kneels down and strokes them lovingly, the white cat’s fur matching the hair on his head. he went as far as slotting his glasses on the creature and snapping a pic for you to see. (‘i found my long lost twin!’ he gushes to you over text.)

satoru is pretty when he takes care of his students. you’ve witnessed him encouraging and pushing them to their limits to curate strong allies. but what he really wants is to give them the childhood he never had. and desperately so.

satoru is pretty when he cries. sometimes, when he’s reminded of the best friend he lost, he leans on your shoulder as silent tears cascade down his porcelain face. on days when life gets rough, satoru collapses into your arms and sobs. despite his shoulders shaking violently, he stays quiet. you can only hold him tight and stroke his hair soothingly.

and strangely, during moments like these, you somehow feel reassured. reassured by the fact that even when satoru is put on a pedestal and praised by all, he is no god. and you are the sole witness.

you think satoru is prettiest when he shows you he’s human.

and he’s your only satoru.

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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 9 months

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The Devil You Know (Part 1) - The First Sin

Pairing: Demon! Captain John Price x Reader

(No use of y/n)

Warnings: This series will contain scenes of a violent and sexual nature, I will be more specific as I write more parts.

Summary: Reader is a soldier hanging on to their last gasp of life, trying to summon a demon associated with soldiers and battlefields in order to aid them. Unluckily for you though, the demon isn't interested in a short term deal. He finds himself quite attached to you, and he doesn't want to let you go.

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Disembodied hands shook wildly as they set about their terrible task. At least that’s how it seemed to you - appendages moving around a blurred screen, drawing dirtied red symbols with panicked uncertainty. You swiped another slick fingerful of your blood into the dusty concrete and clenched your aching teeth together, finishing off the last curve of the sigil with a snakish hiss.

“I call to you…with the blood of my battle wounds. Jo- Jotan, I will be your willing servant.”

You looked around, eyes darting wildly for movement or any sign that your ridiculous little saving grace had worked. Though nothing happened. You blinked feverishly, feeling your lip wobble at first and then your entire body shake as you absorbed the facts in front of you. You were actually going to die.

A cackle broke out into the room, competing with the baying gunshots outside to break the walls of the decaying shell of a building. It was you. You were finally losing your mind, absorbing the facts in front of you with detached horror.

Perhaps the ruins were an office before, but now it was the final resting place of a desperate lunatic who’d decided to decorate their sepulchre before laughing themselves into death’s arms. The cruelty of it burned in your throat and stang at your eyes, soon searing hot tears into the ruined flesh of your cheeks.

It was a foolish last ditch effort anyway, you mused, collapsing onto your back in the middle of the blood seal. A stupid myth you’d clung to in a final attempt to save your life, a ritual told to you by someone that was long dead themself. If they presumably hadn’t bothered to use it, then why would it do you any good?

“Oh dear…I’m not too late am I?” cooed a soft rumbling voice.

Your eyes opened wide, the owner of the call demanding to be seen. That murmur fizzled in your ears and vibrated in your blood, forcing your hands to scrabble at the ground and set you into a sitting position again.

When you finally rose, you were held in place by the stranger. His onyx black eyes pinned you into place, watching you twitching and panting like a caught mouse. Apparently you amused him with this. His lips pulled into a grin, revealing a row of white teeth that curved into points at the canines and outer incisors, it was the smile of a predator. As if he needed to advertise any more warning signs.

His body was big and broad, his chest a large plane of solid flesh dusted with soot and soft dark hair that matched his bristly beard and hickory hued hair. His large arms were decorated with similar etchings to the ones you’d messily painted, both of them circled in two iron bands at the bicep and forearms, they looked like they could crack teeth in a pinch. There were also a few bands on the thick dark tail that waved behind him too, a detail you only noticed as it seemed to lovingly caress the shadows around his legs.

It was what finally confirmed for you that this was him. The fabled demon of battlefields - Jotan.

“You came,” you whispered.

“You called,” he returned, tilting his head at you. “Surprised you managed to complete the circle. You’ve lost a lot of blood, Sergeant.”

“I…I have,” you replied, feeling another wave of nausea roll through you.

“And I suppose you want me to do something about that?” he said, mouth twisting into a wry half smile.

It was almost worse than when you’d seen his fanged teeth. He looked positively ready to devour you, his gleaming eyes fixed on you like a tiger. You were just waiting for him to pounce, breath catching in your dry throat as you anticipated the killing bite. Suddenly you’d forgotten that it was you that called the terrible entity here, that he was supposed to be serving you rather than terrifying you.

“C’mon now, Love. You clearly knew enough about the ritual to get me here…aren’t you going to follow through?” he prompted, leaning down to meet you at your level. “It’s rude to keep a demon waiting, you know.”

His arms folded over his dark trousers, crossing over each other at his lap as if he were asking you to do something so completely mundane. He tilted his head at you again, flicking his eyes up to the doorway on the other side of the room as it started to shudder and bang. Voices were worming their way through the debris, shouts blasting in through the cracks.

Bang, bang, bang.

You didn’t have much time. Not that your body would be able to hold on much longer anyway.

“I want you to- please…take me back to exfil. Get me the fuck out of here and safely back to base and I’ll do whatever you want,” you said, voice cracking as you made your plea. “Ask anything you want from me, Jotan. Just get me the fuck away from here.”

His eyes curved into shadowed moons, once again he beamed at you. It felt like the stifling room heated a few more degrees. To add insult to injury your lungs began to struggle, it felt like your body was in its last stages of failing.

You briefly wondered if all this just might be a delusion. Maybe your head was presenting you with him as a way to cope with being turned to pink mist by the men that still called from the door outside, as a way to forget about your torn up arms that’d been sliced open by the bombings, and the bullet hole that had been weeping silently in your leg.

Bang, bang, bang.

“I’ll tell you what…I’m feelin’ generous,” the demon murmured, reaching out and forcing your chin up with in his charred fingers. “I’ll take you back to base, just like you want. And now…I could ask for your soul in return, for you to be my eternal servant when you do meet your end, and I really could have you do anything for me. However I won’t do that. Instead, I want to lend you my power. Just for today. That is my only offer.”

You frowned, a million racing thoughts crashing through your mind all at the same time. You’d made peace with the fact he’d ask for something awful, known it even. This clearly had to be a trick. Nevertheless, your head throbbed perilously and the door and furniture you’d messily propped in front of it were going to give way.You didn't have much time.

Bang, bang, bang.

“What will I do with your power?” you asked desperately, looking from him and to the end of the room.

“Let me worry about that,” he chuckled. “I’ll guide you, Sergeant. All you have to do is agree…that or let them flood in and kill you.”

Bang, bang, bang.

He motioned to the thundering door and raised his brows at you. At that point his dark eyes were like vortexes, they dragged you into his orbit and had you falling under his spell. You knew logically that whatever was going to happen was going to change the course of your life forever - and not for the good. Even then, you couldn’t find the strength to deny him, couldn’t hold enough faith in a glorious next life to accept that you’d leave this one.

“Fine! I accept,” you said, eyes wet and heavy.

An animal growl rattled through your bones and shuddered throughout the skeleton remains of the office space. Your body flinched back, responding just as your instincts wanted, but the demon didn’t allow you to retreat. He was quick - arms lashing out and moving like a whip. He gripped your neck like a farmer does to his chickens come dinner time, and just when you were ready for the snap, your body jerked violently.

You forced yourself to your feet, no, you surged upwards like you were under possession. Your legs didn’t feel like they’d buckle anymore, they felt renewed. Your heartbeat was steady like a punctual train, and your breathing returned to normal, better than normal even. Everything in you felt like it was new, like someone had taken out your broken parts and given you an upgrade. You smiled, lips curling over your teeth unnaturally.

Wait- were those…fangs poking into your bottom lip?

Bang!

There was no time to wonder at the strange way your mouth felt. Your head jerked up and suddenly you were greeted with the second worst sight of the day. The enemy soldiers had you surrounded, they flooded into the room like a locust swarm and pointed their guns at you, faithfully looking toward their Captain for the authority to execute.

Normally you would’ve shuddered, or maybe even fallen to the floor, but you held fast. Your breathing remained calm, but your vision went dark. That’s not to say you passed out, but a thick hazy filter seemed to descend across your eyes. Then just when you were about to question it, your arms reached out as if you were being puppeteered and your entire body unwillingly shot forward.

There was no time to even think to connect your actions to the seemingly absent demon then. Instead you latched onto the soldier in front of you like a bear and sank your teeth into his neck. The man screamed, and yelped, and made all sorts of inhuman noises as he struggled to try and pull you off. Though there was no helping him. You continued to bite at his arteries and savage him until his screams were silent and overtaken by the men around him.

Gunshots rang out, but none pierced you. Men beat at your back and pulled at your arms, but you didn’t break your hold. Copper filled your mouth, but you didn’t spit. You smiled with glee and licked at your own salty tears, disengaging from your target only when you were ready.

Little did you know, this was only the beginning of the butchery.

-🔥-

“For fuck sake, get yersel’ to the sink ye riot!”

You jumped out of your thoughts and hazarded a quick look up to your worried manager, following that up by nodding silently and running off to the bathroom. Fuck. All that you could do was grimly stare down at the blood while it merged with the clean tap water and remind yourself that it was fine. You weren’t outside the wire anymore, you were just wait staff in a small restaurant, and you didn’t need to worry about bleeding out anymore because the biggest hazard you faced now was apparently picking up a dirty knife the wrong way.

“Fucking hell,” you chuckled, quietly facing yourself in the mirror and taking a pause from the gory scene below. “It’s just a tiny cut.”

For a second, so quick you only just registered it, black eyes flashed behind you. You jumped back and hyperventilated, doing everything you could to stop yourself from screaming. Though it couldn’t be helped. You forced your hands over your mouth and yelled a muffled cry into your palms instead and rode out your panicked heartbeats until you could be sure you wouldn’t collapse.

You did a double take, searching the mirror for those horrible eyes or any other signs of their proprietor. However, there was nothing else to see but a pathetic ex soldier, black tile and cheap imitation herringbone wood flooring. Suddenly you felt absolutely ridiculous.

You slipped your hands from your mouth and covered your eyes instead, rubbing at hideously embarrassing tears with anger. That stupid therapist you were going to was so wrong, you thought bitterly, you were never going to make progress. You constantly swore that you could see those demonic eyes wherever you went, and sometimes you even thought you saw him. Well not the demon exactly, but a man that so closely resembled him - just without the tail and black eyes.

It’d been a full year since you’d been honourably discharged from the military, and even in all that time, you still hadn’t healed. Sure, the cuts and bullet wounds had made miraculous progress and faded to tiny scars, but inside you may as well have been a shooting range dummy right at the end of target practice. While your superiors had seen fit to dedicate you with a medal for the miraculous fight you put up against the enemy, your head still hadn’t gotten to grips with just how you did it.

Multiple therapists had put it down to repressed memory. They told you that whatever had really happened must’ve been replaced with that accursed demon summoning ritual that you dreamed up in an adrenaline filled haze. They said you might remember it all eventually once you’d healed more, or even that you might never get the answers you sought. There was no footage from your vest cam, and no other eyewitnesses left alive to say what had happened. Just you and your janky, wacky memories.

“Hey, Riot! You gonna come back on shift anytime soon or do I have to explain to Marco why the big bad ex-soldier is dying over a little cut?”

You turned to the door and smiled to yourself, feeling your chest grow lighter the second you heard that voice. Emily always knew how to pull you out of a funk. With that in mind, you shook your head, felt your goosebumps retreat away and stepped out into the scorching warmth of the restaurant. Once more back into the fray.

“The big bad ex-soldier had a lot of blood coming out that little cut,” you shrugged, “can’t be creating a healthcode violation, you know that.”

Emily raised one of her thick dark eyebrows in question and put her hands on her hips. Oh no, this was the serious stance. In fairness, the tables were mobbed that night and she’d been run off her feet by two difficult tables that were ‘not getting acceptable service by any definition of the word’ as one of them had apparently said.

“Put a blue plaster on it and get back out here before I give you a real war wound,” she growled.

Your eyes widened, but you still smiled despite yourself.

“You’re the boss!”

You rushed off to do as she said, ready to come back out and assist her, and if necessary neutralise any threat to her sanity. Emily was one of the few people you’d reconnected with after coming back home, and anyone that messed with her henceforth, was now messing with you.

She’d seen you out and about at the park one day, taking one of your ‘haunted walks’ as she called them - only because you had trouble sleeping and would walk around in a black hoodie with the hood up. It was like something clicked, after being so reluctant to share anything with your family, or military buddies that tried to reach out, it was like you’d found your key. You’d babbled to her about how badly you were struggling to adjust to civilian life, leaking your frustrations like a bled radiator, and she accepted you. She listened without pity.

Now while you wound a plaster round your silly little cut, you watched her zoom round the tables with true gratitude. She was the only reason you’d gotten the job, and been able to integrate back into real life. As much as you had your moments of frustrations, and had brief run ins with your PTSD, you at least had something to distract yourself with. Something that grabbed your attention and set your breathing straight again, when before you would curl in the corner of your room and scream for many minutes at a time.

Once the plaster was affixed, you fiddled with the cracked old first aid box and wrangled it shut, stowing it back into place with a thud before rushing back out to the floor. The smell of garlic and pasta filled your senses, and the voices of the patrons roared rapturously in your ears again. The normal hustle and bustle of the place set you back into your rhythm and the ramped up tempo sent you hurtling toward the kitchen.

“Where’ve you fucking been?” one of the chefs groused, “we’ve got a million plates for table ten here that need serving! I can hear them bitching from here, get moving!”

“Had a little accident getting the plates to Frankie,” you said, motioning to the plaster and your fraught KP behind the pass. “Good to go now!”

Rather than stay to hear the chef's curses, you rushed off with the plates and delivered them to the table, plastering on a smile as the customers moaned up a storm to your face. After offering them your apologies and promises of free sides, they hushed up and all was good again. You tended to your other tables and resumed duty as normal, rotating around Emily and the other waiter, Michael, like little clockwork toys. You all ticked along perfectly, leaving full stomachs and mostly happy faces in your wake.

“Can you take this to table thirteen, please? I gotta piss like crazy!”Micheal ordered.

He handed you a steak that was positively dripping in blood, almost setting you off again were it not for the fact that you were so confused by his request. There’s potatoes and salad and sauce on that plate, you thought to yourself, its not a body, just a hunk of meat.

“There isn’t a table thir-” you started, soon trailing off.

Michael had long since dashed off before you could correct him and you sighed to yourself. Great, now who on earth could this be for? You knew every table in the restaurant of course, your knowledge on the place was near perfect with Emily acting like a drill sergeant during your probation stages. However, you didn’t know where thirteen could be, because it didn’t exist. Most people knew that restaurants skipped that number because it was unlucky. Apparently not Michael though.

“I believe that’s for me,” called a rumbling voice.

You frowned and looked down to the man before you, startling as you realised that a table had been placed where it shouldn’t have, and in turn you were standing right over a poor customer. No wonder Michael had made the mistake, you had no idea where the table had even come from. Though you were too embarrassed to worry very much about that in the moment, you needed to recover in front of the man before you made an idiot out of yourself.

“Apologies, sir,” you said with a nervous laugh. “It’s been a busy night. Can I get you anything else?”

You placed down the food in front of him and were glad for it after you’d made eye contact. There was something strange about the man that made you jump. His stunning blue eyes captured your gaze and made you feel like you were in the middle of a laser sight. You gulped and looked away for a second afterward, trying your best to compose yourself.

“Thank you,” the man said softly, still fixing his eyes on you. “This is perfect.”

His sly grin struck you as familiar, but when you studied the man more, you couldn’t place him. He had a dark peacoat draped over his chair and wore a black shirt and fitted jeans. His beard was trim and cut close to his jawline, and his hair was near perfect, combed back neatly over his head. Everything about him was perfectly ordinary, perhaps would’ve been completely innocuous if not for his eyes.

You could’ve sworn there was a little black band circling the pupil, but just as you thought you’d lost yourself in them he chuckled at you. Causing your face to flame up in burning shame.

“I’m so sorry for staring,” you apologised, holding your hands up in appeasement. “I don’t know what that was about, sorry. You just seemed familiar for a sec.”

“Oh really?” he laughed, “Don’t happen to know a Jonathan Price do you?”

“Jonathan Price?” you repeated questioningly.

“My name, sweetheart,” he grinned, showing off his pointy canines. “Though you can just call me John if you like.”

“Oh my god, my brain’s going tonight,” you laughed, trying to get yourself away from him and the bloody steak that seemed to ooze with every passing second. “I’ll stop bothering you now, Jonathan! Enjoy your steak.”

His name sat heavy on your tongue, as if a fizzy sweetie had stung at the nerves and left it swollen and red. Jonathan. There was something about it that didn’t fit right. An unnatural force wanted you to turn round and call him a liar, demand that he reveal himself for who he really was.

Though you didn’t put much credence in unnatural forces anymore. Not when unnatural forces tended to be symptoms of your mental illness. Instead you shook your head and kept working, making a note to yourself that you needed to get more sleep that night. Sleep and meds usually helped, and you were praying that they’d set you right again the next day.

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