#AND I FELT MY SOUL LEAVE MY BODY LIL BIT

[buckyalpine]

18+ Dark winter soldier NON CON SMUT, forced breeding (for both reader and Bucky?), a lil fucked up for both because Bucky is still brainwashed by hydra, he’s actually still a poor sweet bb on the inside. angst 

“Don’t run from me bunny”  His voice was muffled by his mask, his Russian accent carrying through the dark woods you ran through, not another soul in sight. You cried out feeling his hand grab your hair, tugging it back, turning you around to face him. Your back hit the rough bark of a tree, whimpering when he pulled your hair harder, forcing you to meet his eyes. 

“P-please” You squeezed your thighs together when he trailed his hand down your body to the hem of your skirt, bunching it up around your waist, pulling your panties off. 

“We have no need for these” He sounded irritated at the offending material, shoving them into his pocket before rubbing his fingers through your folds, humming contently at your warmth. 

“My sweet кролик“ You could feel his erection pressed against your side as he rubbed you, groaning against your neck. “So soft” He pushed his fingers into your pussy, his cock growing harder in his pants when he felt little resistance, your mouth telling him to let you go but your body giving into him. 

“So wet” He almost sounded amused, shoving his fingers in further, curling them, growling at the slick sound of your cunt, his lips curving into a smirk at the way you tried to bit back moans of pleasure. “Such a needy little thing, pretending you don’t want it” 

“I-

“Shhh, I know you want it bunny”

“I don’t, I-” You gasped hearing the metal of his belt buckle clink and he unzipped his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his throbbing cock. He grabbed your leg, wrapping it around his waist, pressing you further against the tree, making it impossible for you to move or escape. You chewed your lip, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt his swollen silky tip rubbing against your folds, catching at your entrance. You bit down onto his shoulder as he started to push inside, his thick length stretching you as he buried himself to the hilt. He didn’t give you any time to adjust, snapping his hips up, feral groans leaving his lips at the way your squeezed his cock. 

“That’s it, look at you, taking it so well” He grunted with each thrust, pleasure and determination surging through his body with just one goal in mind. He fucked with you abandon while you gripped onto his body, taking every inch without a choice, whimpering when you felt his cock swell further, the sound of your mixed arousal squelching out of you. 

“Tell me you want it” He snarled against your neck while your eyes shot open, a confused whine leaving your lips. He yanked your hair to look at him, his blue eyes wild and feral, almost pleading with you. 

“C’mon bunny, say you want it” He sounded desperate, begging, thrusting into you harder but his face growing needier. His brows were knitted together in concentration, panting against your skin. “Tell me you want to carry my babies”

“Solider, I-

“Tell-tell me, just tell me, say it, please bunny, say you want it, to carry the winter soliders child, just say it once” 

Your mind fought with yourself, the man behind the mask sounding broken and desperate, pleading, begging with you while he pulled pleasure from your body that you tried to hold back. He began to let his hands roam the soft skin of your body, the sweet scent of your perfume evading his senses, this was wrong, this was not how he was supposed to make love-

No.

Focus. 

“Bunny, please, tell me you’ll carry my child, that you’ll let me fill you with my seed, it has to be you” He couldn’t help but beg, he had to hear it once, just once, just once and he’d be able to release. 

“Have my baby, please, say you want to have a baby with me, just once my sweet bunny” 

“I want it” You whispered, giving into the pleasure of his cock, the feeling of his firm hands holding you up, moaning as your orgasm washed over you, holding onto him as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, hugging you close to his body, his pace growing sloppy. 

“Thank you doll” 

Doll?

He let out a guttural moan, his hips stuttering as he spilled his seed into you, keeping his softening cock in your for minutes after making sure nothing spilled out. You could have sworn you saw his blue eyes soften, the distant image of the man he was before desperately trying to escape before vanishing again. His eyes were dark and cold again, grabbing you and tossing you over his shoulder, spanking your ass raw till you were quiet as he took you back. 

He dragged you back to the hydra base over his shoulder, your thighs still dripping with his cum, your cunt soaking wet from his load. 

“Mission status soldat?”

“Complete” 

[pandas-pandemonium]

Caught up with Blue Lock, and re-reading @yestrday 's musings about the yandere Blue Lock boys has inspired this lil scenario with Yandere!Nagi

The Opportunist

Content: Yandere! Nagi x GN!Reader, subtle manipulation (towards Reader), implied sexual harassment (not involving Nagi), implied yandere harem; all characters have been aged up to 18 and above

How long have you been like this? An hour? Maybe even two? You lost track a while ago since Nagi snatched your phone away and completely encased your smaller body within his much larger physique. It was suffocating, and the man hadn't moved for the past hour or so since you agreed to be his cuddle buddy as part of a deal you struck with him.

You give him an hour of your undiverted time and attention and he won't alert the rest to your location. You were desperate when you agreed, having been worn down by the mass onslaught of hungry, egotistical men who demanded every bit of your attention and physical being. There was not a single day that you weren't being hounded or dragged around by someone.

Bachira clung onto you like glue, Isagi would constantly invade your personal space, one time even showing up unannounced at your house. Even more self-centred types like Kaiser would pop up randomly at the most inappropriate times. You still couldn't believe Ness broke the lock on the bath stall just for Kaiser to force his way in. Those ten minutes in the shower were absolute hell. He didn't try anything but with how his hands "accidentally" brushed against your body, he might as well have.

And so, you were now in this predicament. On the one day, a once in a blue moon moment when no one seemed to be hovering around you, your peace was snatched away when you escaped into what you thought was an empty classroom only to fall in the trap of Nagi Seishiro.

Nagi's grip was tight. And you had no idea how he found it comfortable to be squished against the classroom table. Then again, he was using you as a pillow so maybe that was helping him. Not you, however. The blunt edge of the table was beginning to dig into your ribs and your arms were going numb.

"Nagi..." you whispered out, your hands digging into his arms, trying to pry them off you but he only tightened his hold.

"Don't go..." You craned your neck to check on him. He was just speaking in his sleep. Damn it, how strong was this guy? All he did was play football and game, so how were his arms so freaking strong?

"Nagi!" you squirmed again, trying your hardest to push yourself off of him. As you did, you felt him stir.

"Hm? Has it been an hour already?" he asked, his voice still husky from sleep.

"More than that, you dumbass! Let me go! I held up the end of my deal, so leave already!" you yelled out as you managed to pull his arms off you. The moment you felt yourself launch forward from the force needed to push yourself off him, you felt yourself crashing back down as he pulled you into his chest once more.

"You stayed," he whispered, his voice soft against your ear. You blinked.

"Huh?"

"Even though you claim to hate me, you stayed." You were starting to feel uneasy, as his arms began to creep around you again, bringing you back into that stronghold you were in earlier.

"I- I had no choice! Your grip is too damn strong!" you tried to refute, once again trying to pry his arms off you to no avail.

"That's a relief. It's such a hassle trying to get you to stay with me when all those bastards keep swarming you like pests..." You felt his nose nuzzle into your neck as he pressed his lips against your shoulder. "Reo keeps suggesting we keep you on a leash, but isn't that a pain in itself? I mean, I'd rather have you like this."

What was he going on about?

"Nagi!" you tried once more to get off him, but he only continued to press his face deeper into your skin.

"Seishiro."

You froze, and turned your head to face him. His grey eyes were staring deep into your soul.

"Call me Seishiro. Isn't that what romantic partners do?"

"Wha- we're not-"

"We should be. That way less people will try to take you from me. Why do they bother anyway? Chasing you down hallways, barging into your house... are they stupid? Those idiots keep putting so much effort to have you when it's so much easier when you fall straight into my arms like this with little to no trouble at all."

You began to feel his hands move upwards towards your face as he turned you to face him. Now that you were, he grabbed hold of your face and pressed his own forehead against yours, his eyes tinged with a hint of mania.

"You agree, right? Aren't you sick of those bastards coming after you every day? It's why you're here with me, isn't it?"

You couldn't deny that. It was true, you were sick of it. And his words made sense to you. After all, out of the rest, Nagi was one of the aces of the academy and relatively low maintenance.

Slowly, you reached up to grasp his hand in yours, and as you did, he smiled.

"Then that's settled. You better not run from me anymore, okay?"

And as you nodded, you ignored the unsettling pit in your stomach that told you were making a mistake.

[levi-4uckerman]

hello I have a req :D Gojo tears up after yn gives him forehead kiss 🤭

ok anon bet

thank u for the req 💗 i put my own lil spin on it, i hope u still enjoy it!!!

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Satoru Gojo hadn’t been the same since Suguru Geto’s untimely demise.

The consequences of his death aside, Satoru had lost something much bigger than just an old friend. Suguru was his confidante, now a stranger with all of his secrets.

Satoru had merely made sure that those secrets would never see the light of day. The depths of Suguru Geto’s depravity would, never again, see the light of day.

“Gojo? Helloooo? Are you listening?”

Baby blues flared to life, meeting your concerned gaze. He’d done it again, let his mind wander to… unsavory places. He forced a tight lipped smile. “Of course. You were telling me about, uh… your thing with the, uhm. Thing?”

“Have you been getting enough sleep lately?” You inquired lightly. You placed your hand gingerly against his milky skin, feeling for a fever. “You could be sick.”

Satoru took a deep breath and held it. You didn’t know. To you, he probably just seemed stressed. Out of it. You didn’t know that he hadn’t been sleeping, you didn’t know about the walking nightmare that his life had become after he killed his best friend.

“Here, come, let me heal you,” you said, ushering him into your office. “You obviously haven’t been healing yourself.”

He wondered idly if your technique reversal could heal wounds that even he couldn’t see.

Like the big, gaping hole in his chest.

The thrum of your technique filled him with warmth, made him feel lighter. You were always much more gentle with your power than Shoko, whose hands were always too rough and her prodding too deep. He dared even relax a bit as you fussed over him, healing various little wounds he’d incurred and forgotten about.

He noticed, suddenly, how close you’d gotten. You peered into his eyes and frowned at whatever you saw in them. “You have some ocular damage,” you said. “Have you been wearing your blindfold?”

For the first time in a long time, Satoru was speechless. He was too busy, too fixated on the way your genuine concern felt in his soul, settled warm within his belly. When was the last time someone cared?

“I know you’re sensitive about your eyes,” you continued, furrowed brows and all. “Did you… want to heal them yourself?”

He knew he probably should. And yet… you were so close to him. Your perfume smelled so nice. Your heartbeat, unnaturally audible yet oddly calming, so sweetly in his ears. Why… why couldn’t he tell you no?

“Nah,” he said, hoping to sound even a modicum like himself. “You do it.”

You pulled up a stool, stepping up so that the peaks of his snowy hair was about an inch or so lower than the top of your own head. You were so close that his breath tickled your face in a way that you were certain was less than decent. “The eyes are complex and sensitive organs,” you explained. “I need to be careful here.”

Satoru swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “Do what you have to do.”

And so, with a hand braced in each side of the strongest sorcerer’s head, you concentrated your technique on the most valuable eyes in the world.

In that moment, you realized something about your technique. You realized that, 1.) eyes were, in fact, windows to the soul. And 2.) you could do more with eyes than just clean them.

You saw it, him standing over Suguru’s body, the life leaving his crumpled form. You saw the blood trickling from beneath his former best friend, the way the world tilted as Satoru turned sharply and walked away forever. You saw it. You saw it all.

Warm, firm hands gripped your arms, pulling you from your thoughts. Satoru’s eyes were squeezed shut, his expression tense as he clung to you. His fingers tightened around your wrists, and without thinking, you tilted your face up and pressed your lips softly to his forehead. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered against his skin, making no effort to stop your technique from binding you together.

Breathing in your scent, Satoru’s breath hitched in his throat. He knew, then, exactly what had happened. Exactly what you had seen. He didn’t know how, and didn’t particularly care— because it felt so good for something to just be known without him having to explain it. He didn’t want to relive it. He didn’t want to talk about it. But god, did it feel good to be vulnerable about it. Before he realized what was happening, he felt the wetness on his cheeks. Warm, sticky wetness that clung to his snowy lashes. For a moment, he even thought that it was you crying.

Because he was the strongest, right? And the strongest didn’t…

“I’m so sorry,” you just repeated, pulling him closer to you.

“It’s oka—“

“It’s not,” you said, pulling away to look him in the eyes. Those big, dumb, beautiful eyes. “It’s not.”

And for once, in the tiny, cramped office/morgue that you shared with Shoko at Jujutsu High, Satoru felt like he could be something other than the strongest.

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i’m not great at writing angst/fluff/comfort like that hahaha but i love practice! 💗 hit me w ur requests and help me grow as a writer ✍️ 💕

[chaotic-mystery]

On the Road Again | J.M.

ꨄ Pairing: dbf!Joel x f!reader

ꨄ Summary: it’s the morning after you stayed in a motel with Joel, so what now? Will he tell your dad you came onto him or can he keep a secret?

ꨄ CW: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI. Porn w a lil bit of plot. Road head, reader has hair long enough to pull, choking, gagging, dirty talk, roughness, no seatbelt wearing ass (pls don’t do this, I love you too much for you to not wear it) swallowing bc we aren’t quitters! slight speeding while driving, Joel miller whimpers!

ꨄ WC: 2.1K

A/N: This is part 2 to Room 77! So happy to see all the love it’s gotten, so here we go! Hope you love it. I promise next part (if you want one idk let me know) we’ll set some story up and have more plot + sexy time

“Baby, wake up. We gotta go, cmon.”

Your eyes were blinking open gradually, finally seeing Joel who was sitting next to you on the bed and stroking your hair to wake you up. The energy was different now that you weren’t strangers to each others bodies. Joel held you the whole night right against his chest, never letting go until he woke up. With not nearly enough energy, you got up to start changing and get up to speed with him so he wasn’t waiting on you. Turning your back to him as he picked up the clothes from near the bathroom, you squeezed your hand into a fist, teetering on the idea of almost hating yourself for asking this question that was sitting in your throat. “J-Joel um, are you gonna tell my dad…about last night?” The room lingered with silence and Joel ran a hand over his scraggly mustache, looking at the back of your head from across the room.

“No, darlin’ I’m not. He’d kill me and I think he’d be pretty pissed off ‘atcha. I can keep this between us if you can, deal?” His tone was serious to get his point across. The last thing you wanted to see this weekend was your dad and Joel throwing punches at each other.

“Deal. I just hope you don’t regret what happened, because I don’t, not one bit.” You tugged your shirt on and attempted to fix your beadhead before packing your other clothes back into your duffle bag. Every emotion you could think of was going through Joel’s mind at that moment. On the one hand, he was nervous that your dad would find out and think he took advantage of you, but on the other hand he was ready for more and wanted to get to know you, the real you; not the version of you your dad tells him.

Joel’s hand ghosts over your shoulder for a split second before resting it on you, thumb rubbing on your soft skin. “Angel, I don’t regret anything. I meant everything I said and did, okay? It’s gonna be hell keepin’ my hands off ya in front of your family though, pretty girl.” His hand slides down your arm to your hand and grabs it firmly, spinning you around to face him. Joel tilts your chin upwards to look at him in his dark brown eyes, the sunlight hitting one just a little from behind the curtains. Your heart felt like it was about to come right out of your chest if he continued looking into your soul the way he was. There was nothing you wanted more than to lay him down on that bed behind you and ride him until your legs gave out and your body was trembling, but you had to go before everyone got suspicious. If he were to ask you right now to say ‘fuck it’ and stay with him at the motel all weekend, you would in a heartbeat.

“We gotta go, come on bunny.” Joel kisses your forehead lightly before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. He grabbed both duffle bags and held the door open for you to leave the motel room. As you both walked to his truck, the warm air covered your body and your mind felt like it was coming clearer with every step you took. What’s going to happen when your dad sees you and you have to pretend like you didn’t just sleep with his best friend? How the hell were you going to pull off that lie? How were you going to manage three nights in the house with Joel in the other room, your mind on nothing but him?

“Ya just gonna stand there or you gonna get in so we can at least enjoy some time at the beach before the sun goes down?” Joel joked and looked at you from inside the truck, your bags already put away. You snapped out of it and grabbed the chrome handle, tugging it open to get inside. His rough fingers turned the key to start the engine and soon enough the truck was on the road flying to the direction of the vacation house. The sunglasses shielding your eyes made it easier to steal glances of Joel, the way his veiny hand gripped the steering wheel while his other hand was on the back of the seat by your head. Everything about him was sexy to you, it was hard not to stare. The way he drove with one hand, the way his curls blew in the wind, the way he squinted from the sun because he refused to wear sunglasses. Maybe it was because you slept with him or maybe you just never noticed how effortlessly he made everything seem; but he made daydreaming about him come naturally to you.

You suddenly had the idea to scoot to the middle seat and cuddle against him while you read your book, just wanting to feel him next to you. It was going to be the longest three hours if you couldn’t touch him in some way. It wasn’t going to be too long now before you had to painfully push aside the feelings and memories still fresh in your mind from last night. He was so gentle playing with your hair, you could almost still feel it. Not even asking if he was okay with it, you grabbed your book from your bag and unbuckled your seatbelt, scooting into the spot next to Joel. You leaned your back against him and propped your right leg on the seat, getting cozy while flipping to where your bookmark was. Joel coughed briefly and looked down with furrowed brows for a moment before looking back at the asphalt in front of him. “Just make yourself comfortable I ‘spose.” His deep voice vibrated through his lungs and against your back, making you smile to yourself.

“Well I have to take advantage of this while I can before I have to pretend like I don’t have bad thoughts about you coursing through my mind.” You tilted your head back until Joels head came into your view and he chuckled before kissing your head once more.

The book you cracked open to get caught up on had your interest maybe the first two hours of the drive and you were at a point you could guess how the book ends. Joel’s arm managed to wrap around your neck and have you in a comfortable headlock, keeping you close to him. The salty breeze mixed with his cologne just right, making you feel at peace, you were comfortable with him. Managing to sit up and look at Joel while your hand rested on his thigh, you got close to his ear and whispered, “How do you manage to make me want to blow you while you drive?” It was like you could see his ears perk up at your words and his eyes widened in surprise before meeting your eyes quickly. “S’that right sweet baby?” His hips lifted up to shift in his jeans as the bulge grew the more he thought about it. You dragged your nails against his thigh and traced over his cock through his pants and he whimpered your name so quietly you almost didn’t hear it.

“What was that? Speak up for me, Joel.” you teased, grabbing a handful of his bulge.

He grunted at your actions, wishing you’d stop teasing him and do what you said to him. “I bet you look so cute with somethin’ in your mouth, baby doll. Let me see how much of a good girl you can be, hm?”

You’d be lying if you said his words didn’t send your whole body into chills and excitement flooded your shorts. He knew just what to say to get you going and want to devour him like a fucking animal. With no hesitation you unzipped his jeans and plunged your hand in his boxers, greeted by his rock hard cock that was leaking precum from the slightly swollen tip. You gathered the precum in your hand and coated his cock with it as you began jerking him off, his moan echoing through the truck as a relief. “Fuck baby- that feels so goddamn good, jus’ like that.” Joel's Adams apple bobbed in his throat as he focused on the road and what your hand was doing to him.

“You’re so hot, Mr.Miller. The way you speed up the faster my hand goes up and down your cock, you’re such a filthy man. God I would kill to have you pull over and take me on the hood, leaving me dripping your cum in my shorts while I’m face to face with my family. Bet you’d love that, huh?” You were so unsure of where the sudden urge to speak such filthy thoughts in his ear came from but you weren’t mad at it. Joel was grunting and hanging on to every word, you could almost see it playing out in his head as he imagined taking you over the hood. “God dammit your voice drives me fucking crazy, you’re such a nasty lil thing- fuckkk” For a second his head tilts back before he squeezes the steering wheel tighter. Leaning down and shoving his cock in your mouth, you begin to work your tongue around the head. Pre cum was dripping out and onto your tongue and you swirled over the hole, collecting as much as you could. Joel switched hands and reached his right hand down to your head, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugged roughly while he groaned your name through gritted teeth. The rush of adrenaline made your shorts grow even wetter, squirming in your seat and dying from needing some type of relief.

Joel’s cock slammed into the back of your throat as you deep throated as much as you could, gagging and coughing over him and drool spilling everywhere. His grip on your hair tightened as he yanked your head back so you released his cock. “You keep goin’ like that and I’m gonna cum down your throat sweetheart.” He kissed you roughly, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as he kept an eye on the road. “We’ve got about ten more minutes before we get to the house, I know that’s plenty of time for you, dolly.” He kissed you once more before you made your way back to his cock, licking the bottom of the shaft all the way to the back of the head. Joel’s throaty moans filled the truck more frequently and his stomach caved with every deep breath he took.

“F-fuck baby jus’ like that, cmon jus’ like that. Nasty girl, fuckkk. Open wide for me, let me see you swallow my cum like a good girl.” Joel whimpered and his cock twitched in your mouth before his cum was shooting down the back of your throat. His hand never let go of your hair as he held you there, shouting profane words and your name mixed in there. For someone who had never gotten a blowjob on the road before he met you, he did pretty well driving and focusing on the road. Joel finally slowed down with his load and when he was milked dry, you came up and swallowed the rest as he looked you in the eyes.

Taking your thumb and wiping the corners of your mouth, he groaned at the sight of you making his load disappear inside you. “You- I’ve gotta keep my eye on you, don’t I?” A smirk of playfulness grew on his lips and you smirked, nodding in agreement. Joel came down off his high and tucked his soft cock back into his pants, looking over at you as you acted like nothing happened. The only issue was that your pussy was soaked and you needed his long tan fingers inside you or rubbing your clit but unfortunately that wasn’t going to happen right now.

The familiar house was making its way into your view and you felt at home. Joel honked the horn the entire driveway up until your dad came out, holding his arms wide open for a hug from you. Now you weren’t close with your dad, but he was kind enough to offer you the invitation to come. Was it all that special though if he was extending it for his friends to come? Joel got out and greeted your dad before grabbing the suitcases from the bed of the truck. You had to mentally prepare for this and it was not easy. Joel didn’t make it easy to act like nothing happened.

“You wouldn’t believe the fuckin’ rain we got caught in last night. Had to pull over and stay at a motel until it let up.” Your eyes darted to the gravel under your shoes as you walked up to your dad and hugged him. “Yeah it was insane but I’m glad Joel was with me.” Your dads smile froze and he blinked at Joel, who did not dare look at you.

“Separate rooms I hope?” Not wanting anything to be left for questioning, you and Joel answered almost too quickly over and over with yes. “Well come on in! I’m just grilling some meat for dinner!” Your dad hollered and walked back up the white wooden deck and disappeared inside. A deep sigh of relief came from both you and Joel and he placed your suitcase next to you with the handle up. “You heard him, let’s go bunny.” Joel mocked and smacked your ass to give you some pep in your step. This was going to be a fun weekend.

[alien-magnolia]

My heat’s here (Jake sully)

Fic description: Navi mating ritual, heat/pheromones/omegaverse, dom! Jake Sully, sub/fem!omaticaya reader, breeding kink, manhandling, sir kink., jealousy, 18+ MDNI

“My mate. Now that you are fully Na’vi, I gotta warn you about somethin’,” Jake says to you, as the two of you lay on the grass, your head on his chest, his arms snug around you. 

“Hmm?,” you stir, too busy reveling in the warmth of his chest. “Your heat, babygirl,” Jake says to you, gently. You lift your head off his chest for a moment, looking up at him inquisitively. “What’s that?,” you ask, with such innocence. Jake swore that your innocence drove him crazy sometimes. He sighed, thinking to restrain himself. He knew he would not be able to once your heat arrived.

“Well, think of it as a period, one that you got when you used to be human. But this time, you’re just very turned on, and you got a lot of these pheromones around you,” he explains. “So it will affect you, ma Jake?” “Yes. I’ll try not to be too rough with you, babygirl. Don’t wanna hurt your pretty lil’ body,” he coos at you, and you hum contently, laying your head back down on his chest. Your tails intertwine as you both watch Pandora’s moon rise on a hill atop of the forest canopy. 

Days later, your heat arrived as expected. You woke with the rising sun shining through your hut, and you would usually welcome the sun, it was one of Eywa's great creations. However, today it burned your eyes, your head hurt, you felt a pain in your body. At first you thought you were sick. But then you felt it — the intense need for cock. Your Jake’s cock.

Your womb was empty, just waiting to be filled!! You croak out, “Ma Jake. Where are you? Need you…,” you trail off. You began to worry. Where was he? Did he leave you, did he not need you anymore? You rise up off your sleeping mat, and begin to pace around the hut.

Your worries were satiated by Jake’s arrival. “Just for some breakfast for us, babygirl,” he shouts as he walks through the little doorway (made of bark of course!) His expression and demeanor changes once he sees you, once he smells your sickeningly sweet pheromones. You see that look of aggressive, predatory, lust in his dilated yellow pupils. 

You’ve never seen him walk over to you this quick. His calloused hand reaches over to you, cupping your cheek, while his other hand steadies you, as you begin to lose your balance.

“Baby. You’re heating up,” he says with concern, attempting to restrain himself, although his eyes told otherwise. “Ma Jake…what is happening to me?,” you cried out. “Your heat, babygirl. Told you it would come soon. Don’t worry. Gonna help you out. Gonna take care of my mate,” he whispers to you, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. He leads you over to the bed, helping you lay down on it. You could tell — he was restraining himself. It looked like he wanted to devour  you — you hoped that he did. 

He’s on top of you, towering over you like a God. His lips meet yours, his forehead close with you only soothed the ache in your womb for just a bit. You needed more. You reach on to grab onto his muscular arms. “Ma Jake…please. Need you. Hurts. It hurts,” you wail out. “Tsaheylu, please,” you whisper to him. He immediately obliged and brought his braid over to yours, connecting the two. You felt amazing, you felt his body, mind and soul. 

“I know, sweetie. Know it hurts. Can feel it. Gonna…fuck. Take care of you,” he almost growls, and then uses his strength to flip you over onto your stomach, his hands squeezing and kneading your thighs, your waist. “So fuckin’ glad no other Na’vi men can smell you right now… gonna show them who you belong to,” he almost growls out.  Your heat just made him so possesive!! You feel his torso on your back, and before you know it, you feel his fangs digging into your shoulder. You squeal a bit, his sharp fangs digging into your soft shoulder! “Don’t move,” he hisses, one of his hands moving back to reposition you.

You mewl and moan as he trails kisses all over your shoulder, your back, and one of his hands comes up to lift you by the neck, just a bit. “You gonna be good f’me babygirl?,” he asks, his tail erratic, his eyes and soul burning for you. 

“Yes, ma Jake. Please,” you breathe out. “Yes, what,” he says, lowly, with a bit of a hiss. You loved it when he hissed, it was so scary and yet attractive!  “Yes, sir,” you murmur, ashamed that your heat-induced brain forgot to call him by his title in the bedroom. “S’okay, babygirl. All that heat got you a little dumb, huh? That’s okay. Don’t need to think on my cock,” he chuckles, almost patronizing in a way. That little comment was accompanied by a few slaps on your ass. You liked the pain :) especially from the rough hands of your Jake.

Your pussy is just clenching on nothing at this point. Your ass is red, tail against his torso, you were just grinding up onto him at this point. 

“Ma Jake!!,” you scream at him, you wanted his cock, you wanted it SO badly!! His blue hand teases you again, running down your abdomen. He lifts himself off of you, two hands on your hips, positioning you. 

You finally feel a twinge of clarity as you feel his hot, soft cockhead slip past your folds and into your warm pussy. You moaned again, you just wanted him deeper and deeper!! “Fuck. My girl, sucking me in…,” he grunts, as you begin to feel his rhythmic thrusts, his skin slapping against yours, his heavy balls dragging against your slit!!

“Ma Jake, deeper, please, sir… you moan out. He listens, his soft tip lightly grazing your g-spot, you feel his cock pulsating and twitching inside you, it just turns you on so much!! You squeeze tighter and tighter around him. You feel his veiny hands trail around your front to grip at your soft breasts momentarily, before returning to their guiding place on your hips, his grip so tight on you. Oh Eywa — he was strong. 

“Feel you squeezin’ me, princess. Tell me what ya want. Go on,” you hear his deep and a bit slurred voice above you. He must have been absolutely delirious by how tight you were around him. “Want your knot, ma Jake…please,” you whisper out in a breathy moan. He smirks above you, a wide, predatory smile that has his fangs baring. You hear his chuckle, Eywa, you always loved how deep his voice was. 

“Stay still, babygirl. Gonna give you my knot, gonna - fuck, make you mine, gonna fill you up,” he barely moans out, he was so close, you felt it. You both came at the same time, you were seeing white, hot pleasure, he was seeing the same. It felt just as if it was an intense experience connecting to Eywa. 

You started crying after you came around. You felt so at peace with his thick knot buried inside you. You also just felt so loved by him, that tears were natural at this point. You realized he must have turned you around in your haze, you now laying on top of his chest, while he was on his back. He notices your tears. 

“What is it babygirl? What’s gotcha upset?,” he asks, you can feel his concern through tsaheylu. “Just. Just. You make me feel so complete, ma Jake. This heat was frightening, but not with you. You took away some of that pain, ma Jake, I see you,” you whisper to him, watching his big yellow eyes closely for a reaction. 

He smiles back at you, his eyes soft and loving. “Anything for my mate, my world. I’d die for you, babygirl,” he says to you as he pulls you closer for a sweet, long kiss. There was no better feeling on all of Pandora than being wrapped up in your mate’s arms, laying with him, all protected and loved, (and stuck on his nicely sized cock and knot)!!

a/n: will probably make a part two, where Jake gets his rut :) enjoy hehe

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[fanaticsnail]

RISE AND GRIND, SNAIL!!! A lil update; it's about 2:30 am here, I'm eating a cookie. My flight is in 2 hours and until then, I have to sit here and stew. And I am going to make this your problem. That is to say,,,,, tell me a story 🥺?

-♡♡

My darling, I don't know what story to tell you! How about something a little bit silly? An anecdote from Baratie?

Chef's Cure Gone Wrong

The common cure for chafing in the hospitality industry is using flour for a brief reprieve of the burn between your thighs and ass. After a particularly humid night at Baratie, Sanji was so desperate he opened a bag of unmarked flour in the small kitchen of the break-space.

As soon as he placed it on the parts that needed it most, he felt his soul immediately leave his body as his skin sizzled beneath the white powder. The bi-carbonate in the rising agent mixed with the oils on his skin, igniting the burn and scorching his flesh. He needed to leave to go on break for treatment.

Nobody spoke a word, no whispers, no sharp breaths. Each chef knew of the horrible ailment, and allowed him to go to his crew quarters to seek treatment without teasing.

As he restocked the kitchen of the Going Merry once joining Luffy, he insured all flours were clearly marked as plain, corn, or self-raising to make a point of history never repeating itself. He also keeps a small jar of talc powder in his office, the true cure for the blistering rash of overexertion.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Ler!Yuta x gn!reader

@nervousswitch Take this as a token of my gratitude for being the best lil sis ever, or just 'cause I like to torment you<3

Watched this movie solely for this moment, prob the only jjk fic I'll make lmaoo

It's so short I'm sorry, but I still hope you like it

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Yuta x gn!reader (interpret how you wish)

Lee: reader

Ler: Yuta

Warnings: Tickles! Idk what zoned out ass state I was in I don't even know what I wrote lmaooo

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How can a sweet, gentle soul be so scary? That thought rang in your head as you made a mad dash to your bedroom. Running from Yuta Okkotsu of all people, yet it was all so flustering still. It all started with a simple self-deprecating joke, or at least that’s what you tell yourself. Yuta didn’t like it one bit, and when you kept pushing, he declared that “I’ll tickle you so much, you won’t be able to think anymore negative thoughts”, and so, you ran for your life. Not sure why, the thought of his fingers attacking your sensitive spots was enough to turn your brain to mush. Which is why you couldn’t react on time when he slithered his way in, leaving you with nowhere to go.

“Looks like I’ve caught you~” he chimed, slowly creeping closer and closer. Your poor legs tripped from nervousness, or is it excitement? Causing you to fall straight across the bed.

“Haha, seems like someone’s excited~” he cooed as he loomed over you, his fingers delicately falling on top of your knees. Your legs instantly jerked away, but he had a firm grip on you, firm yet gentle. The air started to feel warm, knowing you were trapped to endure whatever he had in mind. He looked down at you with the sweetest of smiles, making your body relax involuntarily. Oh what a mistake it was. Suddenly feeling his hands squeezing at both kneecaps simultaneously forced bouts of laughter out of your throat.

“Aww! You’re always so adorably ticklish. I could listen to you laugh forever, just need to keep squeezing riiiight here~” he teased, circling the spot before going back to relentless squeezes. It was enough to drive you up the wall, or mattress in this case. The way he laughed along with you made the whole ordeal even more embarrassing. Why was he so damn cute, yet so evil for tormenting such a sensitive spot. Yet it was all to make you feel happy.

His fingers then creeped under your knees, blunt nails lightly scribbling the spot. Yuta could feel his own cheeks flushing at the sight of you throwing your head back in glee. Didn’t matter how teasy he got, in the end he was still a sweetheart.

“Hey, hey” he called out, poking at your side with each word. “Still having fun, I hope” he looked so sweet and genuine, which was worse for you. Could your face get any redder? Anything is possible when Yuta’s around.

Once you seemed a bit out of breath, his fingers slowed down, opting to give light, ticklish caresses up and down your sides. Not enough to make you giggle, but just enough to keep that beautiful smile visible. You could fall asleep right there and then with how soft the atmosphere felt. As if he could read your mind, Yuta layed alongside you. Wrapping you in a tight yet comfortable embrace, pressing your chests together. His fingertips lightly tracing along your back, smiling whenever you let out a little giggle.

“We should do this more often” he whispered near your ear. Good luck getting rid of that blush now. Not like you’re against the idea.

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[bri-sonat]

Life Eternal

Follow up to Enjoy the Silence

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x fem!knight!reader

Warnings: NSFW!!! heavy smut, semi-public sex, spit kink, scratching, praise kink, lil bit of degradation, corruption kink if you squint, sub!brienne, thigh grinding, angst.

A/N: i apologize for this. it was meant to be smutty but the song made me do it. i am already working on the very smutty (for real this time) ending, just so i don’t leave you all in the pit of despair. once again, english is not my first language so ignore grammar mistakes and such. once again, very sorry.

thank you to my dear bestie aron @queerofalltrades for proof-reading this for me. they’re doing the fandom a favor.

The first thing you noticed as you roused from sleep was the warm body next to you, her form pressed against yours, skin against skin.

The feeling of her naked flesh against yours was something you wanted to savor. Something to lock away in your memory vault to pull out in case of emergencies.

The taller woman had her arm slung over your waist, your legs gracefully tangled together. Deep, hot breaths against your cheek made you open your eyes, taking in your surroundings.

Brienne was still asleep, soft snores leaving her slightly opened mouth. Taking advantage of the situation, you locked away the sight of her, face so peaceful and unforced. Her hair messy from sleep, blonde locks falling freely.

It was only you who would ever get the chance to see her like this, with her guard down and utterly defenseless. Knowing the amount of hurt she had suffered in her past made you even more proud of her for trusting you in this way.

Brienne had trust issues, that much was obvious for those who knew her. Eyes hiding so much sorrow only seen by those she trusted enough, people like you. She wanted you to see everything about her, therefore she allowed you to look inside the deepest and darkest corners of her soul.

However, that also permitted you to see the most lit up ones, shining so brightly it was blinding. Like the glint that would appear in her eyes when she smiled, or the way they would light up as she ranted about her various travels. The secret enjoyment her deep ceruleans would harbor when she spoke about putting men who had underestimated her in their ‘rightful place’. All of this could be seen, if she let you see it.

So there was not only misery behind her beautiful eyes, because along with the deep sorrow that was written on her soul, was also joy. Joy and glee that was a sight to behold, a privilege extended to those she held dearest. Her laugh, reserved for you only, was the most wonderfully composed aria you had ever heard. It was deep, and unapologetically free, coming naturally after she had met you.

Then there was the laughter that wasn’t as true, the laugh she would let out in the middle of a heartbreaking story in an attempt to lighten the mood. It was silly really, and unbelievably sad that she felt the need to pretend that her heart didn’t cry when reliving her most miserable tales. Almost like she felt that her feelings didn’t matter enough to be taken seriously, like she didn’t matter.

One of these anecdotes had been about the ball her father held. She had told you how he had hosted it to find a potential suitor for her, inviting lots of young lords to Tarth. They had been showering her with attention and had even danced with her. She explained that she wasn’t entirely happy with the arrangement, knowing that she had no interest in marrying a man; but decided to attend for her fathers sake. Allowing herself to be joyful at the regard she was receiving, even if she wished that it was from a lady.

Despite the undesired recognition from the young lords, she couldn’t help the grief she had felt when she realized she was being mocked. Woefully vocalizing her disappointment when she had seen the boys snickering amongst themselves. Apparently this was when the nickname ‘Brienne The Beauty’ had been invented and it reminded you once again how cruel the world could be towards those who were different, if it was by choice or not wasn’t of importance.

“Brienne The Beauty they called me. Great joke. And I realized I was the ugliest girl alive,” she had said it with such spite, giving your hand a squeeze before she uttered five words that made your heart swell, “but then I met you.”

She had told you this under one of your late night meetings in your room. During it you had held her hand, softly stroking it as she spoke, as an act of comfort and to let her know that you were listening. You had seen tears threaten to spill out, but she had laughed instead, an empty laugh, cold and false. Fooling her body in to thinking that it wasn’t a big deal, and was successful in keeping the tears at bay.

She was a person, a human-being with emotions, but people seemed to have forgotten that. Using her as a target for their bitterness and loathing, because she didn’t fit in to the expected role as a ‘Lady’ or a woman. As much as you hated to admit it, not everyone saw her the way you did, didn’t see the appeal of her rugged and masculine appearance, did not see the woman she was underneath the steely exterior. The wall she had built up over the years was fortified, insults bouncing off like arrows on stone. The rough façade turned people away from getting the chance to see her, the actual her. The vulnerable, lovable, honest, and beautiful Brienne.

It saddened you, that so many individuals would lose out on someone as amazing as her, all because of the way she looked. But maybe that was for the best, Brienne deserved people who didn’t judge her from first glance, people who loved her unconditionally and true.

Tucking one of the loose strands of hair behind her ear, you observed as she stirred at the sudden contact but she remained asleep. Resting your hand on her cheek, you filed away this memory, the gentle and tender nature. The memory of waking up next to your love for the very first time. You traced the small scars on her face with your fingertips, making sure you appreciated every single inch of her, even if she wasn’t awake to be aware of you doing it.

Shifting your eyes from her unrestrained face, you took a glance around the room. Jumping from the clothes on the floor to the hearth. The fire from last night had burnt out during your slumber, but judging from the faint glow of the firewood, you drew the assumption that it couldn’t have been out for more than an hour.

You remained in Brienne’s warm embrace, relishing in the fact that you could feel her everywhere. Her breath against your skin, body pressed against yours, your hand on her cheek, her fingertips resting on your back. It was intoxicating and you had to hold back the excitement when you realized that this would be your life from now on, it was almost too good to be true. She was too good to be true.

Basking in her touch, you were quickly reminded of the persistent throb between your legs, not having gone back to your chambers to relieve yourself like you usually did. You had expected it to die down during the night, but Brienne’s naked body against your own had reignited the flame, it now burning stronger and brighter than ever.

Not knowing what time it was but having matters to attend to before sunrise. You gave her a quick kiss on her forehead before reluctantly maneuvering your way out of Brienne’s arms, careful to not wake the sleeping beauty. Grabbing your clothes off the floor you deftly put them on, taking one last look at your lover before exiting her chambers.

It was still dark outside, you guessed it would be another hour until sunrise. An hour before the castle and village woke up, leaving you with sixty minutes of uninterrupted time to wash yourself and polish your armor.

You always took a bath in the mornings to wash off the day before and to start the day clean before meeting Brienne for breakfast. Now it was needed more than ever. The aching between your legs was relentless, never letting up as you took large strides, almost running to the bathhouse.

You knew it would be empty, no one else was awake this time of day. Only exception being the few times you would cross paths with Brienne as she exited when you entered, or the other way around. Her skin wet, hair clinging to her forehead from the steam of the water. If you were lucky she had washed her hair and had it slicked back. It took your breath away every single time.

The times you would see her come out the first six months of your arrival were pure torture, wanting to just reach out and touch her but settling for discreetly and respectfully admiring. However, after you had begun your midnight conferences you would take the liberty to grab her, placing a fast but searing kiss to her lips whenever you would see her in the early mornings. The surprised hum she would release was priceless, her face turning red as you walked away, leaving her frozen in place. Seeing her at breakfast after those morning meetings always played out the same. She had her usual stern and intimidating expression on her face, but you saw the slight blush that would form on her cheeks when you sat down across from her.

Entering the baths you quickly stripped yourself of your clothes, folding them up and placing them close by before stepping in to the steaming hot water. You let out a sigh of relief as you felt the comforting liquid envelop you. Allowing your muscles to loosen, you leaned up against the half-wall of the bath, tilting your head back, legs extended in front of you. Arms stretching out on either side as you placed them on the edge behind you, eyes half-lidded.

Small moments like this, being alone in complete silence, nothing to be heard but your deep breaths and the soft sounds of rippling water, had become your favorites. The time spent with the much taller knight was also dear to you, but they competed not, for they were two sides of the same coin. Important to you in their own way.

When you were with her she made your heart flutter in the most beautiful way, raising your heartbeat significantly, just from a simple smile. The feelings you had when around her were overwhelming, taking over all other senses.

Permitting yourself time to unwind in the bath gave your mind and body the time to restore those senses. Like a reset. You knew that having someone affect you in this way was dangerous as a knight, always needing to be on guard, ready to unsheathe your sword and fight at any given moment. Brienne was dangerous in the most addicting way.

Removing one of your arms from the resting place on the edge, you brought it under the surface, spiking your ears to listen for even the smallest sound that would indicate people. Your fingers making contact with your neglected clit made your body jerk, a quiet whimper forcing its way out of your closed lips as you drew gentle circles with your hand. Making sure to stay silent and make as little movement as possible, so if someone were to walk in, they wouldn’t know what you were doing. You had to maintain an image as a knight of the Seven Kingdoms, and if someone were to walk in on you touching yourself, the entire town had. Gossip spread like wildfire, and you knew that it would be frowned upon.

This was restricted to the privacy of your chambers, but right now you couldn’t care less, you needed to be rid of the uncomfortable pressure between your legs. It was an emergency, simple as that. You knew you wouldn’t be able to focus all day if you didn’t alleviate the tension, especially having to be around Brienne during the majority of it. So this was a hail Mary, all dependent on the peoples sleeping habits, and how quick you could bring yourself to orgasm.

The steam from the water had clung to your skin, your hair slightly dampened and slicked back, face in an expression of silent pleasure as you added more pressure. Fingers picking up the pace, small waves created in the water by your somewhat moving arm.

The familiar feeling of release was building in your stomach, screaming to be let out. You held back a moan that threatened to leave, capturing it at the very last second. It came out as a strangled whine instead, you were so close. Images of Brienne from last night entered your mind. Her blissed out face as she came, her screams and moans. The intense eye-contact you held as you ate her out and fucked her senseless. Her beautiful breasts, and the beautiful noises she had made when you sucked and nibbled on them. All of this played through your mind as your fingers worked harder than ever. Just a little bit more and-

A noise stopped you in your tracks, quickly removing your hand and placing it back on the edge behind you. Irritated and frustrated at the interruption of mind numbing pleasure, you realized you would have to wait until night fall to get your much needed orgasm; this was going to be a long day. Your face was flushed and you were panting but it was subtle enough to not be noticed.

You kept your eyes trained on the ceiling as you heard someone enter the room. Shuffling footsteps stopped before speaking.

“Morning.” You’d recognize that voice anywhere. You hummed, a small smile making its way on to your lips.

“Brienne.” It was spoken softly, almost like an affirmation to yourself, or a confirmation to her that you recognized her presence. Tilting your head down you met her eyes, her blue ones staring straight back at you. Her eyes wide as they wandered over your naked body, the opacity of the water not leaving much to the imagination. “Morning.”

Your words brought her eyes back to yours and you shot a tired smile her way, the annoyance of disrupted release forgotten, just being in her vicinity calmed you. In your diminished state you didn’t notice her wandering eyes, but you were definitely paying attention when she started stripping in front of you, never breaking eye-contact. Her mouth marginally open and eyes as dark as the sky outside.

She hadn’t done this before, always having been quite self-conscious of her physique. It took some time for her to be comfortable with you touching her body, even if it was over clothes. You had showered her with compliments and affirmations, until she allowed herself to melt under your touch.

Even after she let you put your hands on her, you continued with your barrage of compliments, hoping that she would eventually see herself the way you did, and judging from the show in front of you, it had worked. She had grown emboldened and self-assured with the help of your sweet words, and for the first time in her life she felt hot, sexy, and attractive; and based on her facial expression she knew you thought so too. It was such a good look on her, the brazenness, it was maddening.

You watched as she unlaced her tunic, your eyes wide as they followed the path of her hands. She opened it and your eyes landed on her breasts. The marks you had left last night were a hue of purple, a strong contrast against her pale skin. Your throat was dry as you watched her take off her tunic, folding it up and placing it next to your clothes.

Her torso exposed to you, she moved her hands to her trousers, starting to unbuckle them. “You weren’t there when I woke up this morning.” Her sudden words ripped you away from your trance, practically having to force your eyes to meet hers. There was a coy smile on her pretty lips.

“No. I, uh.” You cleared your throat, trying to gain your voice back. The effect this woman had on you was staggering, “I had some things to do before breakfast. Sorry.” She watched you with unsullied eyes as she let her pants drop to the floor. The metal buckles on her trousers hit the tiles with a clink. She stepped out of the bunched up material at her feet and bent down to pick it up. You watched her intently as she neatly folded her pants up and placed them on her tunic.

“No need to apologize. I just missed you.” She cocked her head to the side the tiniest bit as she watched you. Your mind fighting tooth and nail to keep your self-control, you desperately wanted to let your eyes wander all over her now almost naked body, but you needed to be respectful.

She looked down at her body and pouted, an innocent action with malicious intent you were sure, “Oh, look what you’ve done!” Her voice was angelic, so pure, purposely used to rile you up, knowing you got a kick out of the thought that you were corrupting her sweet, virginal soul.

You looked to her hips and saw small bruises of where your fingers had dug in to her skin the night before. Seeing what you had left behind sent an almost haughty feeling throughout your body. “How did you know I would be here?” She looked down at you, fingers hooking in to her undergarments.

“You forgot your dagger in my room, I went to yours to return it. You weren’t there, so I drew the conclusion that you could only be here based on your morning habits.” She slowly, teasingly, dragged the piece of fabric down her long legs, your eyes landing on the mound between her legs.

“I’ve had enough of our near misses, therefore I decided to take matters in to my own hands. And after last night, I could use the soothing warmth. I woke up aching this morning.” She said the last sentence with faux confusion, as if she had no clue as to why. You didn’t think you were that rough to the extent that she would be in pain. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that she had been a maiden, your fingers stretching her out could surely be reason for soreness.

You closed your eyes, the familiar pounding feeling between your legs returning. This woman would be the death of you.

“I hope it’s not an excruciating ache. I apologize if I was too rough last night. I didn’t injure you, did I?” It came out more composed than you thought it would, voice more flat than desired. Despite your current predicament, Brienne naked in front of you, you had to make sure she was okay.

Brienne furrowed her brows, your voice not matching the tenderness of your words. “No, you didn’t injure me. It is quite a pleasant ache. It reminds me of last night, you being, you know,” she trailed off, her tone was seductive fading in to shyness, stopping before she could utter the words inside of me. She just put on one hell of a show, but was bashful talking about you fucking her last night. Even with her new-found confidence, she was still shy to talk about the actual act of intimacy but had no problems referencing it.

“Good.” You let out a shaky breath at her answer. She assured that you hadn’t wounded her and that she was fine. Brienne kept watching you, still quite confused of your flat tone but decided not to dawdle on it, you had your reasons. She didn’t fold up her discarded underwear, instead she just kicked it in the direction of her clothes on the floor, she was impatient; wanting to be in there with you as soon as possible.

She had dreamt of this moment since you first passed each other, it was mostly because you looked at her with such admiration but also because of her mishap. She had accidentally walked in on you getting dressed after your bath, her high honor conditioning her reflexes causing her to look away the second she saw your bare back, but for a split second she had seen your naked silhouette, and that fraction of a second was enough to have her a blushing mess.

That one millisecond was enough to keep her mind distracted during the late nights as she laid in her quarters. Throughout the day however, she would keep her thoughts busy with her knightly tasks. Even though she had done them hundreds of times to the point where they had become muscle memory, she just kept going over the process and the order over and over again. Every single day, until night fall when she let her mind run rampant in the privacy her own four walls but even Brienne had her moments of weakness.

There were times, always over the course of your suppers, that you would smile at her in that very special way, causing the taller woman’s mantra to falter, if only for a second. This allowed the image of your wet bare back to intrude the blondes thoughts, a flash of skin flooding her mind. It was a short interference but it was enough for Brienne to chide herself for invading your privacy. She felt perverted, depraved, and immoral for seeing you undressed, even if it wasn’t on purpose.

Even after your late night rendezvous’, she kept her thoughts strictly professional in public, still having a reputation to uphold. She did allow her imagination to have more leeway, the image of your naked form on repeat as she ran her hands all over your back during your heated make-out sessions.

She was done with the crossing of paths, the morning pecks always leaving something more to be desired. She had even begun waking up earlier to increase the chance of you still being in the bath when she arrived but on those days you polished your armor before bathing, meaning you entered as she left. Finally, you were both here at the same time, no one was getting ready to leave. Brienne’s wish was about to come true, after a year of misses she had finally hit the bullseye.

Small waves hit your submerged form as Brienne entered the pool, taking a seat next to you. She leaned her head against your shoulder, and you wrapped your arm around hers, pulling her close to you. Enjoying the rare moment of public intimacy along side each other, it other wise being confined to the privacy of your quarters. It was a change of pace compared to your usual meetings, almost domestic.

“I was very sad waking up to an empty bed this morning,” Brienne spoke up, her head vibrating against your shoulder, “I was hoping to return the favor you gave me last night.” Your eyes shot open as you felt a hand on your thigh. Slowly moving up to where you had touched yourself mere minutes ago.

Your demeanor completely changed once you realized what Brienne was initiating, she wanted to touch you, and you let her. “Is that so? Well then, allow me.” You grabbed a hold of the hand on your thigh and guided it to your cunt, releasing a sigh when you felt her strong fingers on your clit. God, she was so good with her hands.

She hadn’t expected you to be so direct, shocked at how fast you had switched. She noticed that your daily attitude completely differed when it came to sexual intimacy. It was almost like you traded personalities, you becoming dominant, her taking the role of submissive.

As a female knight she needed to appear dominant in her appearance, otherwise men would walk all over her. If she didn’t, they might undermine her, not listen to her, or respect her even less than they already did. Her height unquestionably helped intimidate people into submission. You didn’t have that luxury, so you had to rely on your other qualities. You were more careful, using your intelligence and wit to get people to respect you, the title helped.

That completely shifted once it got heated, Brienne became the careful one, watching and learning. She absolutely loved being dominated by you, especially after doing so herself all day long. It was a welcome change in your usual dynamic.

You, knowing what you were doing having spent a lot of time studying and practicing in Dorne, would take the role as the dominant one. Showing Brienne ways to make you tick, neck kisses being a thing she excelled at once shown.

Brienne’s fingers carefully worked against your clit, intrigued by the way you writhed and pulsed under her touch. She had shifted her head so that her mouth was on your pulse point, kissing and licking. Her hand was so agonizingly slow in its movements, you didn’t know if it was on purpose or not but you needed release, and you needed it fast.

“Spread your legs,” you breathed out, voice tip-toeing on the verge of a moan. Brienne removed her head from your shoulder at your request, and spread her legs. Drawing her hand away, she watched with curious eyes as you climbed on to her. Settling one of your legs in between hers and one on the side, straddling her thigh.

She watched you with an intense look, enthralling eyes following your every move. Sinking down on to her leg you began rolling your hips on her broad, strong, muscular thigh. Brienne’s hands were sitting at her sides, she didn’t know what to do with them; so you assisted. Grabbing her hands, you placed them on your hips so she could help guide your movements.

Your hands held on to her shoulders, nails digging in to her skin as you fruitfully held your moans back, knowing that the acoustics would give away your current activity if someone were to walk by. The knight beneath you just stared, completely mesmerized, mouth slightly open as she released quiet whimpers at the feeling of your heat against her wet leg.

Looking down at her through half-lidded eyes, you saw the moment she noticed your chest was eye-level with her. Your breasts were wet and the way they moved as you continued your actions had Brienne bewitched. She was as in a trance, her mouth watered and she licked her lips. Smiling sensually, you brought a hand up to her head, stroking the now damp hair. “Is there something you want? You only need to ask.” Your voice was husky, dripping in sex, and sickly sweet.

Brienne looked up at you and gulped. Her voice low, filled with wonder. “May I?” Strong hands slowly started to move from your hips, up your waist, before stopping under the curve of your breasts.

“You’re such a good little thing, asking for permission. Of course you may.” At your confirmation she moved fast, her hands cupping your breasts, fondling them, loving how easily they fit in her big hands. She took one of your nipples in her mouth, the other one being worshipped by her calloused fingers.

A strained moan escaped your lips at the feeling of her talented tongue and fingers on your sensitive skin. Your restraint wavered for a millisecond before you dug your nails even harder in to Brienne’s skin, continuously stroking her hair, careful not to hurt her pretty little head. You were almost painfully drawing your lips together, but she had already heard the inviting sound that you made.

She grew confident, flexing her thigh muscles to harden your grinding surface. It was an entirely new sensation and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. A dark and sensual moan exited your mouth as your hips sped up their movements, riding her thigh for dear life. Your actions caused waves to form in the water, hitting the sides of the bath with a splash.

The blondes large hands snaked around your back and you felt her nails push in to your skin, dragging her fingers down from your shoulders to your lower back; groaning at the new sensation of pain working in tandem with pleasure. The amount of pressure Brienne had applied as she scratched your back was intentional, she wanted to leave marks, just as you had done on her.

The hand that had been mindlessly stroking her hair grabbed hold of the blonde locks, pulling her head away from your chest. She was startled at the sudden interruption, her eyes moving to meet your gaze. Your pupils were dilated, darkened by the over-whelming desire, watching her with a smirk on your lips.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you? Open your mouth, slut. I have something for you.” Your voice was strained, breathy moans mixed with disgustingly sweet fake ridicule.

Brienne hesitantly opened her mouth unsure about your reasoning. Releasing a whimper as she watched you spit in her mouth and at the same time as your saliva landed on her tongue, you pushed the knee that was between her legs forward; making contact with her center.

You mocked her whimper as she released a growling moan, not expecting the sudden pressure. She was closer to orgasm than she thought, having watched your performance had her extremely riled up and she could already feel the same coil from last night tightening in her stomach. You loved the look of corrupted purity on her face as your leg moved with your hips, pressing and rubbing against her clit.

The strange feeling of having someone else’s saliva in her mouth as she was being pleasured made her brain short-circuit for a second as she sat there with her mouth still open, small whiny groans coming out; unsure what to do.

“Swallow it.” The hand that had been holding on to Brienne’s shoulder was brought to her chin, encouraging her to close her mouth. You watched with heavy eyes as she swallowed, her fiery blue eyes staring right back at you. The knee between her thighs kept working her and she knew she was on the edge, orgasm threatening to spill over. By your heavy breaths she knew you were almost there too, so she held out, wanting to reach climax together.

The sight of her completely under your command, mouth open in pleasure, breathy moans coming out drove you over the edge, the coil in your stomach tightening and snapping at the same time as Brienne’s. You threw your head back as you felt the orgasm rip through your entire body, muscles tensing.

The woman beneath you screamed your name as she came, your moans mingling as you reached your zenith in unison. It was passion and intimacy on a whole different level, used as a way to convey your love; wanting the other to feel as good as you did.

What started as a hot and dirty sexual interaction had ended with you and your knight making love. It was beautiful, affectionate, and romantic.

Brienne’s hands flew to hold on to your waist to keep you steady and herself grounded, her mouth coming to your shoulder to muffle her groans as pleasure tore apart her body from the inside out. You felt as she gently sunk her teeth in to your skin and you yelped, releasing a loud moan as you stopped the movement of your hips.

Realizing you still had your armor to polish before meeting the blonde woman for breakfast, you climbed off of her, Brienne releasing a whimper at the removal of your knee, already missing the sensation of your wet skin against hers. Taking a deep breath you collected yourself before clearing your throat.

“I’ll see you at breakfast.” Switching personalities, Brienne smirked as she watched you climb out of the water. Humming in delight when she saw your back, red nail marks running down the length of it.

Feeling her eyes on you as you quickly dried yourself and put your clothes on, covering up the red bite mark on your shoulder and your scratched-up back.

“See you later!” You could hear the cocky smile on her lips as she called out after you. Speedily marching out of the bathhouse, leaving a smug Brienne behind.

———

Half an hour later your armor was polished and strapped on to your figure. Your mind wandered to the session that had occurred just thirty minutes ago and you blushed at the memory. You and Brienne had been bold displaying such physical intimacy outside of your quarters, but the possibility of getting caught had made it so much more filthy and erotic.

It being Brienne who had initiated it made it even more exhilarating in a way. You were impressed and intrigued, she had never displayed such riskiness before. She had wanted you so bad that she didn’t care where you were, the need to hear you moan and to watch you unravel in front of her was stronger than the need to keep it in the bedroom.

You secured your scabbard to your hip before taking a quick look-over to make sure you were presentable. The shine of your armor was blinding and you grimaced, wondering if you had gone a little overboard. The edges of your sword were sharpened and shiny, the grip decorated with various carvings; the symbol of your house sitting on the pommel. It had been a gift from your father given to you when you were knighted, specially requested and custom made for you. It was quite similar to Brienne’s hilt in a way.

Deeming yourself fit to be seen, you straightened your back, opening your door and stepping out in to the hall. Closing the door behind you, you turned to walk towards the mess hall but almost ran into an armor clad Brienne, stopping yourself at the very last second, as she stood outside, waiting. Her chin held high and hands ceremoniously clutched behind her back. The messy and damp hair from earlier had been dried and neatly combed back, she looked so elegant and noble. Her dark armor had been polished, the tiny nicks from hits scattered all over the steel plates were accented by the shiny surface.

“By the Gods Ser Brienne, I almost walked in to you! That could’ve ended in injury had I not halted myself. Announce your presence next time, please.” Looking up at the taller woman you smiled, her usual unemotional expression on her face cracking for a second to give you a one back before falling back to a impartial one.

“Apologies, Ser. I was hoping to accompany you to breakfast. After last night and this morning, I thought we might as well.” Her face and voice was empty of any tells, keeping up formalities in public. You could see her lips twitch, a smirk threatening to break through at the mention of your escapades.

“I’d be honored.” With a quick step you were standing next to the taller knight, and you made your way to the mess hall together, large authoritative strides sounding, your footsteps synced. You formally greeted those you passed on your path with ‘morning’, a nod or a bow. Keeping Brienne at arms length was torture, having to hold back the urge to grab her hand, to pull her closer to you.

You hadn’t really discussed the manner of your relationship. There was a silent agreement stating it was probably best to keep it a secret, mostly for appearances, but also for safety. If someone caught wind of your non-traditional relationship it could be used against you. If someone wanted to hurt you or Brienne they could easily take advantage of your relationship, a weakness used as a bargaining chip. Both you and her were strong, but if stripped from your weapon there was only so much either of you could do.

There was also the issue of respect, your duties were dependent on peoples trust and opinions of you. Barely having enough respect as it was, unwillingly harbored by the men because of your higher rank and title, you couldn’t afford to lose any of it. If you did and your trainees started to defy you, it could have fatal consequences. The safety of the people and your obligations came first, both you and Brienne knew this, which meant neither of you could afford to be self-absorbed and display your love.

So you both understood that it was best to keep it under wraps, but sometimes, like now, you wished you could scream about how much you loved her. You wanted to show her off to the world, talk about how proud you were of her. She deserved to be bragged about, deserved to be talked about with such care and such love, you yearned to extend such a basic act of courtesy.

However, you kept your mouth shut, walking along side her as if you didn’t fuck her last night, as if you hadn’t made love in the bath that same morning, as if you didn’t love her with your entire being to the extent that you felt like your heart could explode.

You could detect the faint smell of her, soap from the bath mingled with the strong aroma of the polish and the fragrance of fresh grass that was undoubtedly Brienne’s. It was a weird combination of scents but it was comforting nonetheless.

Turning one last corner, the taller knight pushed the doors open, entering the large gathering hall with you on her tail. You followed Brienne through the crowds of people, her tall form serving as a beacon so you never lost track of where she was.

You removed your sheath and leaned it against the edge of the table before you took your normal seat across from her at your usual table. She sat down shortly after doing the same thing, her hands placed flat on the surface. Looking at her with eyes full of yearning and adoration as your hand longed to reach out and grab hers.

She stared back, face impersonal but her magnificent blue eyes betray her. There was an almost remorseful look in her eyes, there was no need for her to feel guilt, yet she did. It wasn’t her fault that you couldn’t show any form of affection in public, somehow she felt like it was. Both of you knew that giving in to the urge to grab the others hand would end poorly, it wasn’t exactly an act that could pass as platonic comfort now was it.

It could have if you and Brienne had shown any form of physical closeness in public but you hadn’t, meaning such an act would stick out in the outwardly professional friendship you had tried so hard to maintain for public relations. It had come back to bite you in the arse, knowing not even a quick graze of fingers would be overlooked.

You were the one to break eye-contact, tearing your eyes away from her magnetic gaze. Brienne’s face remained disinterested, eyes looking down at her food and then back to you. She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it shortly after. Words just wouldn’t come out. She tried again, words failing her once again.

“You don’t have to say anything. It’s fine,” Brienne barely heard your mumble over the bustling crowd. You had started eating and had noticed the knights inability to speak. She had wanted to apologize, say sorry for a situation she had no command over, an act you couldn’t allow her to perform.

It was ridiculous how she wanted to take the blame for something she couldn’t influence, something she had no way of controlling. You offered her a small smile as you continued eating, gesturing to her untouched breakfast before speaking, more clearer this time. “You should start eating. We have training soon and we can’t be late.” The tall blonde didn’t utter a single word, she just looked down at her food and started eating.

———

Training went on as usual, assisting Brienne, sparring, trying your very best to not stare at her as she barked orders; you failing miserably. The ‘conversation’ from your earlier meal was still fresh in your mind and you wondered if you had been too harsh towards her by not allowing her to apologize; but hastily realized just how ridiculous the mere thought of it was and that the actual uttering of said words would be preposterous. You couldn’t permit her to ask for forgiveness, not for this.

Glances were exchanged during the session as they usually were, but these were different. There was a stronger sense of longing, a more lustful one derived from finally knowing what the other sounded and looked like at the height of ecstasy. Whether she wanted them to or not, Brienne’s gorgeous blues showed more than her stern face did, eyes filled with desire and regret.

The urge to drag you away and let you devour her fought with the urge to ask for pardon. Indecisiveness spread in her body like a bad rumor and she wondered how long she would be able to keep herself away from you in public.

You took one last yearning gaze at each other before parting ways to continue your daily assignments.

It was during your last errand that a raven carrying a message arrived for you. It landed on a fence post nearby, cawing to get your attention. Approaching the bird as it watched you with its dark eyes. You rolled out the small paper and immediately identified your family’s stationary, ghosting a hand over the familiar stamp of your house.

Reading through the message made your heart drop. This could not be happening, surely it wasn’t real, surely your mind playing tricks. You had only been here a year, had only just felt the incinerating touch of your Brienne. She had placed all of her trust in you, trusting that you would not leave her, that you wouldn’t break her heart. You had promised her that much with your oath. Fuck, your oath. She held honor, righteousness and honesty above everything else, she was going to despise you for this.

You read through the message over and over again, tears welling in your eyes as you willed the words on the parchment to transform; but they never did. The words stayed the same and the fact that you had to leave never changed.

You had to leave tonight, and by doing so it meant leaving her behind as well. You couldn’t tell her, how were you supposed to tell her? It would break her heart, but you couldn’t just leave without saying goodbye, she deserved more. Either way, her heart would be crushed, there was no easy way; you just hoped she would understand and not abhor you.

You quickly marched to the throne room, needing to notify your sudden departure; you had sworn an oath after all. You explained to Brienne’s Grace the emergency of the situation and they understood, stating that your services were no longer needed. You gave a quick nod and strode to your chambers to pack up your things and to leave your love a message.

———

When you didn’t show up for dinner in the evening Brienne grew worried, you were never late. Abandoning her seat at your usual table she set out to find you. Frantically searching, letting her composure slip, distress taking over once she reached your chamber, finding it empty.

Panic settled in when she saw all of your belongings gone, you were leaving her as well, weren’t you. All the time you had spent together was a lie, all the sweet nothings you had whispered to her, all of the embraces, everything was a lie. All a part of the forever on-going ruse to ridicule her.

She had given you everything: her heart, mind, soul and flesh, and you took it. She felt naked, exposed, humiliated. Embarrassed of how rapid she had been to trust you with your compliments, your lingering glances and touches. Nausea settled in when she realized how you had sworn yourself to her, she had high integrity and valued other people with the same honorable qualities as her. Apparently, that wasn’t you.

Taking a step in to your room, she looked around, trying to find some sort of idea of where you had gone. Her eyes landed on a note, it was neatly folded, placed upon the empty desk in your chambers. Large steps carried her over to the wooden surface and she gracefully picked up the piece of paper. Unfolding it, tears welled up in her eyes as she read your beautiful handwriting.

My Dear Brienne,

I wished to tell you this in person, but I could not bring myself to do so, I would not be able to bear the look on your face, it would break my heart.

It is with a heavy soul that I must tell you this, though I wish I did not have to. If I could, I would stay in your arms and by your side forever as your knight and partner. Sadly, I am unable to for the near future because I must leave Winterfell.

A raven arrived for me this afternoon from my family’s maester in Dorne. My father has fallen ill and I must return to be by his side. As his only child, and as a knight, it is my duty to honor my family.

Know this, my darling. I meant every single word I have spoken, every kiss, every touch. Every breath I take will be for you, and until I return to your side and into your arms, you will always be in my thoughts.

For I will long for you forever, I will touch your soul forever, and I will say your name forever. This is unfortunately the moment where we must let go, until our souls are reunited once again.

My dear sweet Brienne, you are the embodiment of beauty, grace and handsomeness. The way you carry yourself is so robust, yet your soul is one of the most gentle ones I have met.

From the moment I saw you I was captivated by you, you intrigued me and I only fell more and more in love with you for every second that passed.

If you are reading this during our usual dinner time then I am still here. I wish to see you one last time before I depart.

I am by the stables until sunset. Come find me, please.

I am eternally yours, my love, Ser Brienne of Tarth.

Brienne couldn’t hold her tears back anymore, droplets falling, staining the paper. She sobbed as she read your carefully crafted words. Eyes lingering over your signature before she ran to the stables, hoping she wasn’t too late.

———

You anxiously watched as the sun sunk further and further down the evening sky. Hoping that Brienne would see your letter in time was a foolish idea, but you knew her. You knew that the second you were a no-show at supper she would come looking for you. She would find the letter, read it and come here. But as the sun hit the horizon, the hope disappeared.

Maybe she had read it but was so upset with you that she didn’t want to see you, or maybe she was still reading it, or maybe she was sitting at your dinner table waiting for you. All of the circumstances in which Brienne could miss seeing you off ran through your mind at rapid pace.

You had given yourself over to despair as you fastened your sleeping sack to your saddle, she really wasn’t coming. A sigh left your mouth, materializing as fog as your hot breath reacted to the cold winter air. You should’ve just have told her, because then you would have at least been able to see her, one last time.

You heard the commotion before you saw it, heavy footsteps running towards you. A familiar sight came around the corner, your heart shattering at the tear stained face. Brienne was distraught, her usual calm and collected demeanor nowhere to be seen.

Her eyes immediately locked on to you where you stood, securing the last strap on the saddle. She called out for you, her voice breaking as she sprinted towards you.

“Brienne.” Breathing out her name in relief, you turned towards her so she could take you in to her embrace. She had read your letter. You felt the familiar burning sensation behind your eyes as the tears welled up; allowing them to fall freely. You nearly threw yourself in to Brienne’s arms when she was close enough to you.

You held each other as it were the last time, not knowing when the next opportunity might come. “When I saw your room empty I thought you had abandoned me, I thought it was all a lie, but then I read your letter. I’m so sorry for doubting you,” she started rambling, words stumbling over each other in a desperate attempt to say whatever she needed to say.

Her voice was weak, arms holding on to you for dear life, “I am selfish for suggesting this but stay here. Stay with me. Please.” The please was gut wrenching, her voice broke, burdened by all of her pain, all her love, all the ache.

You felt your heart break at her plea, you didn’t want to leave her, you would stay by her side your entire life if she asked you to. However, you didn’t have a choice this time. “Stay.” It was so quiet, weak, almost like a squeak, but you heard it.

You had to force yourself to let go of Brienne, looking up at her with tearful eyes. No one had never seen her like this before, eyes red, tears glistening on her face in the setting sun. Her emotions and heart out on display for anyone to see.

“You know I can’t do that. It’s a matter of honor, I know you understand,” you placed a hand on her chest, “deep down, I know you do. For your heart is the most honorable and righteous one I have ever had the pleasure of loving.” You smiled up at her, bringing your hands up to wipe away her tears, before settling them her cheeks.

“Then let me come with you, I will request to be removed from my services and accompany you to Dorne,” you knew her words to be true, it was heard in her voice. She would drop everything in the fragment of a second had you asked her to, that was just the kind of person she had become. The person currently standing before you was not the coherent and composed Ser Brienne of Tarth anymore, it was just Brienne who had let her heart take over her knightly persona, for the first time ever.

You smiled up lovingly at her, you desperately wanted to say yes, to have her join you, “You are needed here, my darling,” but you couldn’t.

“There are plenty of other knights who would kill for my position, they’ll find someone to fill my spot,” her words were clawing at you, hands fidgeting on your back trying to find something to hold on to, only finding the cloth of your fur cloak.

“You know that’s not true. They’d never be able to find someone else that would live up to the example you’ve set here,” the standards and discipline she harbored had raised expectations, meaning if she were to leave, her absence would leave a massive void, and it would be noticeable if some inferior man tried to fill it.

“So this is it? I’m just supposed to let you leave?” She stared down at you in bewilderment, voice so small and defeated.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to. I will never stop thinking of you, and we will return to each other’s arms, for I am meant for you, and you are meant for me,” you withdrew your hands, taking a step back, “I will send ravens for you, and my oath stands the same, I am yours forever. Forever devoted to you, I shall not break this promise. This I swear.” You bowed, a gesture of knightly promise, a formality you knew Brienne would appreciate. It was not only empty words, for honor gave them the weight she needed to soothe her aching heart.

She could only watch as you mounted your horse. Taking one last look at her before riding away, leaving a weeping and wailing Brienne behind, your name falling from her lips, pleading you to stay. It fell on all too aware ears as you rode further and further, her screams fading away in to the evening sky, until the only thing heard were your own sobs.

———

Follow-up: Kisses of Fire

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Hi this is my first time making a request so I’m a little nervous but could you make a Jake + Neytiri + female ox where they tell her they want her to be their mate also please include smut

Gift from Eywa

Pairing- Jake x reader x Neytiri

Summary- Neytiri and Jake take you out to the tree of souls to tell you something they have felt for a while.

Warnings- threesome, kissing, eating out, p in v, a lil overstimulation, lmk if I missed something

It was no secret that Neytiri and Jake felt a pull towards you like Eywa herself made you just for them. Neytiri said that you are a gift from Eywa, another mate. And Jake had no idea what that meant but it was true that he wanted to mate with you, and Neytiri to make both of you his. And as much as he wanted it Neytiri wanted it even more. But little did they know you felt this as well, but never wanted to except it not wanting to ruin the perfect mates. So when Neytiri invited you to the Tree of Souls why would you decline.

You stepped all the way on the Tree with a little help from Jake. After a while you decided to speak due to the awkward silence between you three and their staring. "It is quite beautiful especially at night." You say turning your back at the two as you reach out to touch a fluorescent leave that poked out. Pulling the two from their thoughts with your sweet voice Jake spoke.

"Yes it is quite," he goes to say as he looks you up and down. "Beautiful." He finishes. "Y/N we have asked you here to tell you something." Neytiri says bluntly wanting to get this done in case you reject them.

Turning around swiftly to look at the couple they stare into your soul making you avert your eyes. Looking up at them there gaze had not changed, "What is it you wish to tell me." You ask flickering your eyes between the two imitated by the look they had on their faces.

Both stepped closer in sync as if on cue. Now they were closer than ever, feeling the heat raiding off of them, body becoming hotter than before and checks glowing a little bit more. Neytiri lifts your chin making you look at them directly. "We feel this pull toward you and we care deeply for you." Jake starts, "And we would like to know if you would want to be our mate?" Neytiri finished. Giving you a few minutes to adjust to the things you were just told.

You felt a little bit dumbfounded, but happy at the same time. The two had a serious look on their face but soon turned confused as they see you crack a smile. Throwing your arms around the two making their body stiffen. "I feel the same the exact same." You say to them and with that their body's relax and embrace you.

Pulling from the hug there was something different in their eyes, pupils blown more than usual something primal. Neytiri captured your lips with your hands gripping your hips. Jake reached down to your neck finding your sweet spot kissing and sucking on it. Knees buckled from the sudden outburst from the two. Neytiri pulled from the kiss.

You opened your eyes seeing Neytiri sweet smile on her face, and Jake devilish smirk as usual. "Ma Y/N we are ready if you are." Neytiri announced.

Not giving a second thought to it you spoke, "Yes." Coming out more as a whimper than words. The two looked at you at your body it was obvious you were needy, for them.

You three sat on the mossy ground beneath you Neytiri grabs hers and Jake's que you pull yours she slowly connects hers and Jake's. You watch as the males eyes flutter a little. Neytiri pulled yours closer. All paying attention to this, the big moment where you become theirs. Your que reaches them nerves stretching to meet them. Breath hitching at this new feeling. Sure you have connected with the Tree of Souls but this, this was different, intimate.

Neytiri guided you onto your back, shifting herself between your legs spreading them for her. She kisses you gently before going down, kissing you wherever she could, your jaw, your neck, your breast, your stomach, and she reached where you needed her the most. She pressed her fingers onto your gentle skin guiding them to the sides of your loincloth undoing the ties before pulling it off.

She holds it up smiling at the dam place that your arousal that had made. "Look how excited she is Ma Jake." She says to the male who had watched the whole thing. Turning your head from the pair in embarrassment. Jake grabs your chin, "Watch." He instructs nodding your head you watch as the woman dives between your thighs and attaching her mouth to your oh so needy cunt.

Mouth forming an 'O' from this new sensation moans and curses fall from your mouth, your eyes never left Neytiri as she ate you out as if you were her last meal. Jake watched this growing harder by the minute and soon Neytiri wiggled her hips inviting Jake in. He crawled behind the woman and pulled her loin cloth off before dragging his finger over her cunt making her moan onto your clit, sending vibrations through out you.

He guided his dick to Neytiri's entrance before slamming into her making her pull her mouth from you and whine, "Easy girl." He said running her ass before she brought her thumb to your puffy clit and rubbing it as she brings her tongue down and began fucking your entrance, her tongue was longer than you expected. You watched as Jake fucked Neytiri he spat out a few groans, hands gripping onto her his and his eyes glued to you.

It wasn't long till you came, they watched as your muscles in your lower abdomen tightened, the way you grabbed at the ground as if you tried to hold back from pulling her hair, the way you teeth clenched from the overwhelming sense of pleasure overtaking your body. But even with that she didn't let up, she continued to suck and rub on your clit. Trying to pull away but her deathlike grip held you in place, your thighs quivered from the feeling of pain and pleasure.

"It's to m-much." You cry out tears coming out of your eyes it wasn't long until you came a second time. "It's okay you can't take it, come on cum for her." Jake said before he took one more hard thrust into Neytiri making her cry out and onto you. Neytiri pulled from you and you watched her as she came on Jake's dick, eyes rolling in the back of her head, nails digging into your skin, Jake's name on her tongue. After a while Jake came humping Neytiri as he settles down.

He pulls out of her, laying on the ground next to you Neytiri seemed like the only one with enough energy to disconnect your ques. Then she laid next to you opposite side from Jake. "Our gift from Eywa." Was all she said before they kissed each side of your head.

[anarchy-n-glitter]

just a lil longlegs x reader/oc drabble i wrote, finally coming off of the anon for this cause i need to stop being a coward.

i tried my best to keep descriptions of the main character neutral but there are a few things specific to my oc clarice like her hair color and last name.

idk how many words this is, i wrote it in a cold sweat in my notes app

TW: dubious consent, mentions of cannibalism, smut

he had descended upon her again like a pale ghost amongst a sea of red. chapped, puffy lips ravaged her skin and her own lips harshly - as if he were trying to fuse himself to her. tears filled her wide eyes as she choked out a gasp that was halfway between pained and pleasureful as his nails dug into the soft flesh of her wrists.

her back arched, pressing her bare chest into his clothed one unintentionally. her body betrayed the look of disgust she often wore when she looked at him. the way her eyes locked onto his and stared unblinking with a mixture of fear and lust and hate did nothing but shackle him to her - in his mind, their souls were intertwined… she would be his forever.

this pretty investigator, a girl of only twenty one, delivered to him wrapped up in a pretty bow by satan himself. she was a gift in more ways than one, and he would use her as another offering to mr. downstairs.

he loved her most like this, spread out on his mattress with her wrists pinned above her head. her strawberry blonde hair splayed around her head and face in a mockery of a halo as he defiled her. bloodied the white wings of the angel before him. he took the soft, supple flesh of her breast between his teeth and softly bit down, drawing another sweet gasp from her lips. the small whines worked him up in a way he couldn’t explain. he wanted to make her cry.

pale eyes shot up to look at her suddenly, practically pinning her in place and forcing her to be silent. she found it hard to stay still and stay quiet with him staring at her the way he was, with him slotted between her legs dragging his rancid cock against her walls. a stuttering breath escaped her and he pounced on her like a wild animal, teeth on her neck, hands tightening around her wrists til it was unbearable. she cried out, and in return he made a similar whining sound.

with each thrust she tried to contain the small noises that ached to escape her throat, but to no avail. dale’s own moans - moans done to mock her - only seemed to draw out the sounds she longed to suppress. on his ghostly face a lopsided grin broke out. it sent shivers down her back as she braced for what could possibly come next.

dale would never let her leave. he couldn’t. he wanted to put her in her own box and bury her where no one would find her, somewhere only he knew about. and when the time came he would dig her up and be her savior, someone she could shower with gratitude and love.

she would love him one day.

overcome with lust and jealousy and possessiveness, dale leaned down to her ear, pressing his lips to the outer shell as he whispered: “if i could i would eat you alive.”

the rasp of his voice - and the dead seriousness in his tone - sent shivers down her spine. her body suddenly went numb as another pang of fear wracked through her limbs. her eyes darted to the workbench across the room, to the tools that laid upon the wooden surface and glimmered in the low light. she could see a knife, a pair of scissors, and a saw. if he wanted to he could kill her, she knew that much, and his words only instilled that fear in her further.

would he kill and eat her? she supposed it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility - after all, he already was a serial killer.

“i would swallow you whole. or i could tear you apart with my teeth. that way you’d always be close to me… you could never leave.” dale continued. her body was rigid against his own. he slowed his thrusts, somehow reaching deeper inside her than ever before, yet she found it hard to make any sort of noise. her vocal cords felt paralyzed.

“i would keep you…” he moved her wrist, guiding her hand between their bodies to the taut skin of his belly. “right here, all safe and sound inside me.”

the sound of his sing-songy voice turned her stomach uneasily. her wide, teary eyes met his again, and she realized with horror that he was dead serious. she found herself praying, words muttered under her breath that she knew didn’t mean a thing in the room she found herself in. this was not god’s domain. dale picked up his pace again, chuckling lowly and continuing to mock her whines and prayers.

“oh god, please!” he cried teasingly, followed by another high pitched whine that sounded like a woman from a porno. “god please don’t let him hurt me.” he pressed a firm, wet kiss to her mouth.

“fuck,” he groaned, “don’t let him tear into the flesh of my chest and dig out my heart.” this time instead of returning her right hand above her head, he reached out to cup her cheek.

as if suddenly entranced by him, so full of fear, she couldn’t hold anything back. her tears flowed and her throat felt raw as she screamed wantonly, legs tightening around his hips. he released her other hand which she used to draw him closer, holding his body tightly to hers.

and over his shoulder she saw it - the hulking, shadowy figure of the beast staring down at her with glowing red eyes filled with hate and love and pleasure. this was dale’s way of praying - this was his devotion - and she could tell the devil reveled in every minute of it. one of god’s children - angelo, the angel, heavenly and clean - corrupted and defiled by his own. his disciple… the man downstairs.

her eyes gazed upon the demented face of longlegs, and in their heated moment of terror, disgust and euphoria she came undone around him - finally resigning herself to the life he chose for her.

[moodymisty]

Hey, what's up? I'd like to leave a request. So, I'm from Brazil. Here we are going through a terrible heat wave, it's been terrible to sleep at night. A random thought crossed my mind, and if Pabu's heat was also above average? The reader can't sleep and decides to take a swim in the sea. There she sees that Hunter has made the same decision and I don't know, can the two of them have a make-out session on the beach? 🤭😂

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: This is such a cute idea. I love midnight swims. I hope you enjoy this, and that the heat spell didn't cause you too much annoyance.

Relationships: Hunter/Gn!Reader

Warnings: Maybe a lil lewd but not full NSFW, Nothing more unless you're scared of the beach.

Word Count: 1353

Perhaps you were a bit too cruel in your comments about the wet weather of Kamino. Or the chill of Coruscant. Because as much as you complained about them individually, at least neither had the overwhelming, soul snuffing humidity that Pabu had. You've woken up again for the third time now, remaining undecided between the windows being open or closed, sheet on your body or off, laying on your side or stomach. This weather just will not abate.

There is absolutely no way you're going to sleep at this rate. Not with heat this sweltering.

With your nightclothes threatening to stick to your skin you put your feet into the cool stone floor, and debate for a moment perhaps sleeping on that instead. It may be terribly uncomfortable, but perhaps the cold of the tile might be better against your skin. It feels good against your feet, at least. Ultimately you decide against it however, and instead decide to do something else.

Stepping outside, you gently close the door behind you and walk barefoot down the path towards the beach, still in your nightshorts and shirt. No one is out this late but yourself, so you don't feel too bad about walking around in less than acceptable attire. Though you're sure most others in the town really wouldn't mind much given where you're going.

When the stone path turns to sand, you can see the waterline rising up and down with the waves. It's gentle, much like the evening except for the heat, and you can already feel the cool ocean breeze on your skin. It feels so much better, breathing feels easier without the hot humidity. It smells like salt and that unique, indescribable ocean scent.

It seems someone else had the same idea as well; As a figure standing up from beneath the water and raking back a mop of long dark hair startles you for a moment.

Until you see the familiar skeletal tattoo that runs along half of his body, and you realize instantly that it's Hunter.

You walk closer, sand between your toes as speak up to cue in the man that you're here, thought given his hearing he probably already knows.

"Couldn't stand the heat either?"

He turns around, watching as you stand just close enough that the water laps at your ankles. He laughs, brushing more stuck strands of hair from his face- water shining against his bare skin. You wonder if he walked out here shirtless, or if it's somewhere you didn't see on the way down.

"Yeah. Felt like I was going to suffocate. Don't know how the others can stand it." Gently crossing your arms across your chest, you sigh at the cooling feeling of the breeze and water against your skin. You can feel the sea mist against your face.

"Wrecker can sleep in an active warzone with no problem. Tech can sleep in this because he's probably pulled three allnighters before and finally crashed." Hunter lets out a quiet laugh.

You come a bit closer, the water lapping at your calves now. Hunter is standing up fully, and you can see that he's wearing black underwear, as the waistband is just visible when the water recedes a bit. The V of his hips and the small amount of hair shines with the waterline.

"Mind if I join you?" You say it genuinely, but there's a bit of an undertone with it that Hunter catches.

There was always something between you and him. But with the Empire, Omega, and everything else, neither of you had the chance to act on it. You sort've just, put it on the top shelf and ignored it for far more serious and important matters. The both of you had.

But with Pabu, maybe there's a chance that you could do something about it. Hunter had said that he liked you, but that he didn't want to complicate an already crowded ship, and risk muddying waters between the you while there was a bounty on all of your heads. It made sense, you agreed, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt a bit.

"Sure. I'd like the company."

You slip off your shorts and toss them up the beach so you're in your underwear and shirt, and walk deeper into the water; Up to your knees, your thighs. Each time you get closer and closer to Hunter. He abruptly stands more rigid when you pass by him, trying to go just a bit deeper for fun.

"Be careful there's tons of-"

Suddenly your leading foot doesn't touch ground and you go stumbling forward, but thankfully Hunter is close enough to catch you. He grasps you tight, managing to prevent you from going fully underneath the water. It's a moment that cues you once again into just how strong he really is, helping you stand upright and his hands staying on you.

"There's drop offs all over cause of the groundquakes. Be careful." The wet skin of his hands grasps your waist, shirt sticking to your skin above them. You smile a bit mischievous, not that scared after having been saved.

"Thanks." He lets out a laugh.

"You never did listen to me."

You always joked that it was because that you were technically not under his chain of command.

Hunter watches you for a moment, eyes just a bit hooded and face relaxed. You notices his eyes glance downward at your lips for a moment, lingering, before he leans in to close the distance and press his wet lips against your own. You can feel the curls of his hair dripping water down onto you, his breath warm on your skin.

Hunter makes no effort to end it, softly groaning into your mouth as his hands slide from awkwardly holding your waist, to resting more so on the small of your back. The tips of his fingers play with the top of your underwear. You can feel the rough calluses of his skin, his strong hands having a weight to them. His tongue brushes against your lips, his body presses closer to yours, even though there isn't much space to remove from between. It's amazing; Like drinking water after not having any for days. Now that you can finally have him you'll never be able to get enough.

Pulling away for a moment of air, you notice a warm look on Hunter's face.

"I was already glad Pabu turned out well for all of us, but," Even if he doesn't outright say it, you agree.

It's nice to be able to finally act on all of this. All of the want and the tension. You don't have to worry about so many things anymore. You just laugh and nod. Your fingers tightly grip each other behind the nape of his neck, keeping him trapped close to you.

"Yeah, it is. No more being crammed in the Marauder like a can of Tooka food."

Hunter can't help but smirk at your joke, silently agreeing. Instead of saying anything however, he presses his lips to yours, taking your bottom lip between his teeth gently as his hair brushes against you again.

If feels good to not have to wait anymore, to be able to wrap your arms around his neck tight. Even if it's just a kiss, it feels like a feast after so long of starving. You don't care if it's in the middle of the ocean, and you're both soaked to the bone with the sunrise about to start. Worst case scenario, you can just go back to your place.

You pull your lips away from his, the soaked fabric of your shirt sticking against his bare chest for just a moment. The outline of your chest is obviously visible from how the fabric suctions to your skin.

"Should we start heading back before the sun starts coming up?" Hunter shakes his head, a soft smirk on his lips. He looks over to the horizon for a moment, before roughly in the direction of where he and his brothers have been staying.

"Nah. We still have time."

[mysticmellowlove]

Ayo shawty~

Can we get a Fem x Sub yandere fic where she just feels really insecure? Like usually she is just her normal amazing self- she’s confident and funny, authentic all that amazing jazz.

But today she just… doesn’t feel good… She feels ugly and annoying and doesn’t understand why yan is dating her….personally I have stretch marks like everyWHERE and I’ve had them since I was like eight because I’ve always grown really fast and my ass is too fat so I have hella stretch marks.

And usually that is a slay but like…. Ew stretch marks so her just lowkey distancing herself and being more quiet so she isn’t annoying him that day along with baggy clothes and being kinda moody…

What does he do?

note; hell yeah stretch marks

warnings; lil angsty, body hate, sub yan, fem reader, cunnilingus, dom reader, sub male, fem genitalia,

He noticed that you were down as soon as he managed to leave the warmth of his bed. He always timed you when you were in the shower, it was the easiest way to base his energy for the day. When you took more than an hour in the bathroom he knew that today was going to be one of those days. A day where you thought you were less than perfect.

He understood, some days he thought that he was just too annoying, that little bit too ugly, and the whispers of worthlessness seemed to get that little bit louder. It was only normal to have a down day once in a while. That was why he decided to show you throughout the day that he loved you no matter what you looked like or how you felt.

It all started with breakfast, a nice and warm stack of pancakes and your favourite drink sat on the dining room table as he donned his favourite apron. He made sure to give you a kiss on the forehead as he went about telling you about his latest venture and when the words ran out he switched on the radio and danced around the room as he cleaned up. Soon enough you joined in as well, getting hot to the point where you had to take off your jumper.

Step one was done.

Next, he dragged you out of the house and to the nearby park for some time in the sun. He made sure to pack some homemade lemonade so you would have something to drink while he set up the picnic blanket. Getting out and about was annoying sure but it really was good for the soul.

Step two was done.

Step three was his favourite.

At the end of the day when you two were going to bed, he peeled back the covers and sat himself on your legs. His cheeks warmed up as he looked down at you, he almost felt offended that you thought you were anything less than perfect. If you were able to see yourself how he saw you... well, there wouldn't be any doubt in your mind.

"It's okay, I understand that you may feel a little down but baby, you are the most loveable and beautiful person I've ever met." He whispered, his words dripping with affection as he slowly went to take your sweats off.

"These thighs, they're one of my favourite parts of you. So plush and cuddly, I could rest my head there forever. These lines, your stretch marks are shining silver." He leaned down and kissed the stretched skin, his mouth hot as he dragged his tongue down the varying patterns as if it was a line leading right to your pussy.

"Not only are they soft they can also be hard, rutting my cock against your muscles... biting into the skin while I leave my mark on you." He whispered as he nipped at the skin there, revelling in the small jolts and whispy breaths that left you.

Finally, he made his way to your heat and looked at his ultimate prize with shining eyes. A shudder left him as he used the fingers of one of his hands to part your dripping folds. Your clit was already red and sensitive just from his attention to the parts that you hated the most.

Dipping his head he used his tongue to drag a languid strip up your folds, sucking your arousal into his mouth as if it was ambrosia. His free hand went up to massage your stomach, not only to ease your worries but to also further stimulate you.

Wanton moans left your mouth as he suckled at your clit, his tongue rolling over the sensitive part as he let his fingers sink into you. It was as if your pussy was waiting for him. His fingers sank into you, wetness surrounding him and sucking him impossibly deeper. He felt his cock jerk at the feeling but this wasn't about him. No matter how much he wanted to fuck himself into you this was about you. It's not like he minded, it had only been three days since he had worshipped you like this and he was itching to get his fix.

He smiled into your cunt as he continued to lick and prod at the entrance, his fingers drawing more of your delicious juices out.

"You don't see just how wonderful you are. Such a pretty body, so comfy and perfect. Your pussy... it's like it was made just for me." He reverently looked up at you as he quickened his pace, watching your mouth drop open and your eyes flutter. The squelch of his fingers inside you made his cock leak as your moans eventually drowned out the sound of sex.

His mouth latched onto you again as he felt your body tense, knowing you were about to come. With a loud squeal, he made sure to drink up as much of your cum as he could, letting the taste seep into his tongue before he swallowed greedily.

"See my love, so perfect. You're perfect for me." He leaned up and grabbed your hand, pressing a chaste kiss to it as if he hadn't just eaten you out. You looked down at him, your head in the skies as he got off you and went to gather a washcloth to clean up his mess.

No matter how many times you felt bad about yourself he would always be there to pick you up. Even if he had to fuck the truth out of you to realise it.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Dressing Room Tears

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

rating: M (body image issues, weight gain, classic dressing room meltdowns, frankie being an angel, mild nudity i guess)

word count: <800

a/n: starting the year off with an entirely self-indulgent lil oneshot because I! feel! insecure! and wish that i had a frankie to gently remind me i’m hot piece of ass regardless of my weight! also, unedited, unbeta’d, un-everything 🫶🏼

frankie masterlist | frankie playlist

The mirror had never been your truest friend, your reflection controlling most of your teen years whether you realized it or not. The girl you saw never seemed to quite match the image of yourself you had created in your head—her stomach was a bit bigger, her hair frizzier, her hips carrying dips that you didn’t realize you had.

Now that you were older, it became a bit easier to take the occasional harshness of your reflection, but you’d be lying if you said there weren’t days when you’d much rather shatter the glass into a million little pieces rather than look at yourself.

Today was one of those days.

To start the new year, you and your dream of a man, Frankie, had decided it would be a nice treat for yourselves to go out and revamp your wardrobes, his clothes all covered in grease or littered with holes to prove how well-loved they were, while yours simply just felt too…suffocating.

You’d gained weight since January of last year—happy weight, Frankie called it—and though you’d never been anywhere near thin, you still struggled to accept the extra twenty or so pounds you’d gained this year.

Standing in the dressing room of an H&M, you fought back tears as you tried on your third pair of jeans—the largest size they seemed to carry in stock was a size 10 while you were at minimum a size 12 these days. You felt like an insecure teenager again, sucking in until you were out of breath in hopes of just getting the zipper to close.

“You good in there, baby?” Frankie asked from the other side of the curtain, apparently finished with trying his own clothes on. You swallowed thickly, fanning your eyes in hopes that it would prevent your tears from falling, but it was no use.

“Can you come in,” you croaked with a sadness-strained voice. Frankie was quick to slip into the dressing room, closing the curtain shut behind him as he gave you a concerned but soft look. An exhausted sob left your lips as you gestured at the jeans that weren’t anywhere near buttoning and then at the pile of other too-tiny jeans on the bench. “I’m too fat.”

“What? Baby,” he sighed and wrapped his arms around you, cradling your face as it buried in his neck. “You are not the problem here, your body is not the problem. You just need a bigger size, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Apparently there is because every single store we’ve been to today doesn’t sell my size,” you complained in a tearful whine, your voice muffled by his shirt.

“Once again, that’s these fucking fatphobic stores’ fault, not yours.” He pressed his lips against your temple and kept them there as he held you until the ache in your chest began to fade. “Come on, why don’t we leave this shithole and go get some food in your belly. You haven’t eaten today.”

“Thought I was being sly,” you joked as you pulled away to peel off the jeans that brought on this whole episode.

“Baby, look at me,” Frankie gentle gripped your chin and stopped your frantic changing, taking the time to admire your lower half in just a pair of modest cotton underwear, his hands lowering to traverse the curves of your body that he’d long laid claim to. “You are the most beautiful fucking woman in the world. Not just because of the soul you carry inside, or your mind, or your heart, but also because you’re fucking sexy. Just how you are.”

“You’re just—“

“Don’t you dare,” he warned with a smile. “I’m not saying this for the hell of it, baby. I mean it. You’re a fucking smoke show. Don’t let these clothing stores fool you into thinking you’re too anything.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” you beamed, cupping his cheek in your hand.

“I ask myself that very question everyday,” he replied. “I have no idea what good deed I’ve done that’s earned me you, but I’m sure glad I did it.”

Frankie placed a chaste kiss on your lips and smiled against you.

“Sushi or pasta?”

You joined him in grinning. “Sushi now, pasta later?”

“I like the way you think, baby.”

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Dabi wasn't a man who cared nor had empathy for many people.... hell, even himself admitted once or twice out loud that humanity for him could all grab hands and go to hell equally.

Yet, something that always left him intrigued, is how much he actually do care about some people's opinions.... of him specially.

His father, he hated to admit it into loud, but deep down he knew Touya just wanted some acknowledgement. Some praise. Even just a 'good job' would do... but that wasn't the case when his quirk was perfect for Endeavour's ambitions but not his body condition....

He cared for his siblings opinion but neither Natsuo or Fuyumi understood him... now that he was older, he knew he was a bit irrational... but at time, Natsumi just didn't care and Fuyumi just wouldn't understand.

After his incident, he was back and saw that... nothing had changed. Built a altar? Yeah, but seemed like no one actually cared besides Natsuo, who was furious and apparently hold a hatred for Enji just as much as him.

But soon, once again, Todoroki Touya was forgotten and only remained as a fucking memory... that was when Dabi was born.

After everything that happened, he vowed to himself to not once, not even try to let someone get close to him... because if he did, the same suffering was bound to happen again.

And he would rather burn himself to crisp than let this happen again.

Yet he was a fool.

Why?

Because of you.

You, someone who Dabi once was totally aloof about it... but in a manner of two freacking months he could tell he could trust a bit on you. When this happened he immediately built his walls up because no... no freacking way you were that okay to have him around.

Who would have thought that in a manner of five years you would sneak your way into his heart and soul?

He surely didn't.

"Sly lil shit..." he breathed out, smoke leaving his lips as he watched the dark sky close up due to a apparent close storm about to happen. The cigarette hanging between his slender fingers as he braced himself kn the balcony of the apartment he recently could call home.

He remember how much pissed he was when you told him, eyebags huge beneath your eyes, that you finally gathered enough money to get a apartment on the suburbs for both of you.

"What the actual fuck?"

"Geez I thought you would be happy with it? No more sneaking around in my family's house and all..." You were laughing, yet he knew that laugh. It was when you were nervous yet giddy about something.

Yeah, he could tell the difference by now.

"You just decided to tell me that now?! That's why you were working yourself sick ever since last year?!"

"I needed to gather the money or else-"

"Or else what?!Wouldn't get to live your fantasy of living with a homeless dead walking looking bastard?" He snarled and couldn't help but shiver a bit at how your soft gaze turned into a glare the moment a insult of himself slipped from his lips.

"Touya." You grumbled.

"Dabi." He corrected, collecting himself a bit. He didn't want to start a fight with you.

He couldn't. He hated to see you upset or angry about something, so he felt devasted when he was the cause of your distress sometimes...

"I already paid for it, and I'm moving out of that hellhole. Do you or not want to live with me?"

You always had a tendency to drop bombs like that....

Wasn't any different when you confronted him about his feelings for you.... but in his defense, with that, him himself didn't knew at the time that what he was feeling was love nor could tell you were interested on him.

How could he? He never had a good example of healthy relationships, knowing from a very young age that his parents marriage was an arrangement, while you? Feelings for him? How? Look at him. He was the incarnation of one of those zombies from the walking dead by now, and he was an absolutely ass. Too many issues to count....

Yet there you were, moving your head up and down to a metal music playing on your YouTube Playlist as he watched from the corner of his eyes the scene that once if you caught him looking you would be dead ass embarrassed.

But now? When you catches his sapphire eyes on you, your tongue poked out from your lips as you singed the lyrics of said song more loudly as he snorted. Finishing his cigarette as he made his way inside.

"You're gonna give yourself a headache and I'm going to laugh." He muttered, going in for a kiss until he grumbled when your fingers, soft fingers, made a barrier between his half burnt lips and your health ones.

"Go brush your teeth or at least grab a candy or something."

"That's rude. Hurt my feelings here doll. Ouch." He spoke nonchantly but the way his hand was now placed on his chest was the pure meaning of the word drama.

"Oh hush, if you get to complain about my choice of food I get to complain about your unhealthy habits."

"Who the hell willing enjoys to eat vegetables..?" His usual squinted eyes now were wide and lips pulled in disgust.

"Hey, with... lots...of seasoning and meat along with it, is actually pretty good. Should give a try instead of only eating junk food." Your words carried concern yet your lips were formed into the prettiest smiles he ever saw in his whole life.

He loved that. He loved how you made him feel like a normal guy... scratch that, neither of you were normal and if you oistened to that you would start to say that 'normal' was boring.

No... you made him feel actually happy. Happy to be himself around you with his dark humor only getting to enjoy to your "horrified" expressions and laugh all he wanted ... he could enjoy his movies, and be happy that even if you weren't a fan of the types he liked, you would still whine and beg to him to watch one simply because you knew it was one of his favorites...

You would often complain to him that, whenever someone asked about your relationship status, they would say your eyes would sparkle... you couldn't neither gave much information about him, but everyone knew you were taken because you said that with the most proud look on your features.

He sometimes couldn't take it how fucking perfect you were to him... every flaw, quality, quirks, habits you had... were lovely to him.

Lovely... a word he never thought he would use.

"Nah, I would rather drink gasoline to go with that." He smirked before growling at the flick you gave to his forehead.

"Brush your teeth or take a gum. I love you to death Dabs, but you know I can't stand the smell of nicotine for too long."

He knew. Your father used to smoke all the time near you when you were little....

Even that he knew. Both of you knew his and yours childhood by now.

"Fine.. guess I might as well die from broken heart before can-"

"Todoroki Touya do not even think about finishingthat sentence." You scolded as he lifted his hands up in surrender while muttering a sorry. "Anyway, can you make the popcorn for today? Since none of us has to go out, thought we could catch up on some movies.." You muttered as you put his and yours favorite snacks on bowls.

He hummed as he plated the gum on the kitchen counter on his mouth as he started to munch and feel the sickening sweet taste envelop his taste buds.

"Your turn to pick pretty boy." You singed while smirking at him as he snorted.

"I don't care, just pick whatever is available. We're broke anyway."

"Says who? I got password of our neighbors Netflix." He blinked in shock before smiling like a dead man while pointing his finger at you.

"I'm corrupting you."

"Oh yeah, definitely corrupted." You rolled your eyes while handing the domino's bowl to him "Definitely not because they just borrowed to me, no. I'm just becoming a criminal like yourself and stealing people's passwords" You smiled up at him as he returned it.

"Today is a password, tomorrow will be a bank, who knows?" He joked as you laughed...

The prettiest sound to him.

"You're ridiculous!" You pressed your forehead against the crook of his neck when both of you were done placing the things on the small coffee table

"Yeah, and you still with me, who is the ridiculous now huh?" He muttered as his arms caged you to him before his hands grabbed your chin between his fingers to tilt your head up to look at him.

"Maybe I am... but at least I have the most wonderful man to call my own ..." You kissed his lips so softly he couldn't help but groan in bliss as he returned with more desperation than needed...

Yeah, Dabi didn't cared about most people neither their opinion of him.

But how could he mot care about your opinion on him? How could he not care about you when you were the annoying little shit who just had to make him love you?

[harpy-lion]

Punny_Fan Asked on Ao3 (The Skeleton Shortcake')

I wonder what did 'hit' Black, since the lil' magic seems more physical, when most monsters attack they do like 'pokemon special moves'... will we have a pov of Black? Cause it will be kinda funny lol.

(Blacks POV Chapter 2)

Honestly how childish is this, humans hardly change regardless of the world me and my brother have found ourselves in. These two imbeciles are in one of my forensic classes at this infernal campus, and they apparently are just as stupid out of class as they are in it.

They truly believe that simply due to the height difference I would be unnerved, and just as I readied myself to take them down a peg a voice rang out.

"Hey assholes! Leave him alone don't you dipshits have anything better to do?!" I had to be asleep, this must be a dream, there is absolutely no way another skeleton could exist in this universe.

The humans began laughing at her one hunching down to mock her size that paled in comparison to my own. Was she an even bigger idiot? Suddenly she kicked him hard between his legs and pulled his hoodie over his head disorienting him. She then picked up the pipe throwing it at the other human perhaps breaking his nose.

Before I could speak she grabbed my hand dragging me along in my stupor, her hands were tiny and smooth like porcelain. I tried to block the thought of it, spouting curses and threats. I could easily break from her grasp, but something deep inside seemed to prevent me from doing so.

"CEASE THIS AT ONCE I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE-!" I felt my socket twitch in irritation as she put her tiny hand over my mouth pulling me into a room and pressing me against the door shoosh-ing me.

Once things were quiet she backed up slowly releasing her hold on me. Skeletons should be immune to basic temperature changes it's how we have survived so long underground and yet...I feel colder once she backed away.

“Look sorry about that but I couldn’t just let them bully you.” she spoke softly, I scoffed at the notion as if such insignificant humans could rattle me.

“PLEASE PESANT, I COULD HAVE BEATEN BOTH THOSE NEANDERTHALS WITH ONE HAND THEY WERE BEYOND PATHETIC.” I spoke truthfully as I puffed out my chest to emphasize my prowess, adjusting my clothes as I tried to shake off these strange feelings.

“Oh well far be it from me to help another skeleton forgive me your ‘majesty’” she spoke with this defiant look on her features hands resting on her hips in mockery. The nerve of this bizarre creature!

"EXCUSE ME?" I felt conflicted, I barely knew this supposed skeleton and yet as I concerned her the strange feelings only continued to bubble up.

“DON’T EVER CALL ME SUCH A THING INCREDIBLE AS I MAY BE SUCH A THING IS A BIT MUCH…AS FOR BEING A SKELETON…THERE IS SIMPLY NO WAY THAT YOU COULD BE A SKELETON!” My body felt much too hot as magic seem to be building up in my bones.

Every fiber of my being felt a blaze as the sweat began to drip on my skull. Boxing her in place I could smell the scent of fresh baked apple pie as I tried to hide the fact that my tongue had formed. She looked so delicate, there absolutely shouldn't be anymore skeletons and yet this deep forgotten instinct was screaming in my SOUL.

I carefully turned her head side to side inspecting her skull, the texture was smooth but consistent with their sub species. “I-I am a skeleton Black, was it? Hey, what are you!”

Absentmindedly, I traced down examining her vertebrae when suddenly I could feel the unmistakable feeling of my soul being grabbed by Blue magic. The next thing I felt was the hard door snapping me out of my spell as the shock quickly faded away.

While other monsters could use Blue magic it was typically used for specific attacks, skeletons were the very select few who could use its power for telekinesis. In that moment two things immediately came to mind, one was that she was for certain a skeleton monster. Two, I was most certainly in heat and I'd have to go home immediately.

I scrambled up and out the door as fast as possible texting my brother to pick me up. I only hoped that in my clouded thoughts I hadn't upset her, or made things horribly awkward...

[deeptrashwitch]

So another snippet arrived and I don't know what else to do that post it! Specters and Shadows after a conjoined excercise (the shadows are @snootlestheangel OC's, so go and take a look. They are marvellous)! That's all...enjoy!

The Specters went to Shadow Company's base, mostly because Graves and Wraith planned an excercise between them. But now, Alicia and Wraith were regretting everything, all while Graves laughed in the background. Why? You may ask. Well, they were like kids, or at least some of them.

For example Jackson, Noah and Alexander were walking near the pool, just talking about maybe dare some of the Shadows to a competition, even Jackson was smiling for the thought. That until they saw something on the water by the corner of the eye, confusing them, but when they look...they found nothing. Noah decided to get into the pool to make sure it was nothing dangerous, but when he was leaning into the water, something appeared.

But it wasn't 'something', on the contrary, was 'someone'. It was Ness, who was practicing scuba diving for a couple of hours, and just emerged suddenly before noticing the three soldiers. He was surprised, but he took off the mask and smiled.

"Hey! I didn't know you were here" he said a bit embarrassed "uh, is Cobalto okay?"

"I can notice that" Jackson muttered before sighing, with Noah raised in his arms "hi Ness, and yes, this idiot is okay"

Then, the blonde threw the Corporal, who was almost having a heart attack, into the pool without any care. Meanwhile Alexander was coughing, due to laugh and fright, ending up with a sigh and a nervous chuckle.

"I felt my soul leave my body" he muttered with a side smile "it's good to see you, Ness"

"My bad" the Shadow answered with a chuckle

"You asshole!" Noah shouted while he swam towards the pool edge, pointing at Jackson "I could have drown!"

"Stop being dramatic, you're a SEAL. I would be dissapointed if you actually drown" Jackson said with a shitty smile

"Uh, while they fight, how was your swimming time, Ness?" the sniper asked, squating near the edge to talk with him

"Amazing, you know I...I, need to do it and it helps me and-"

"You like it"

"Yes"

"Great! You really seem happy when you're swimming"

"I am, oh uh, can I ask you something?"

"Sure"

"Do you have umm, y'know? I ran out" he asked doing some signs, not knowing how to explain himself

"Sunscreen? I think I have" Alexander muttered before starting to think "wait, uh, did I? Or maybe I leave it on my room, shit, did I brought it on Black Tomb? Sorry Ness, I...I thought I had"

"Hey, calm down, it's okay" Ness said with a chuckle "can we see?"

"Yeah, should I wait for you?"

"Yes please"

That was happening on the pools area, but on the workshops and hangars...well, it wasn't less chaotic. Luke was watching a fight between Elliot and Truck, the last basically screaming at the engineer face. And the red-haired wasn't syre what to do, if stop the fight or take a look on the vehicles Truck was working on.

"Don't you fucking dare, brat!" Truck shouted, looking at him near a Humvee "you'll ruin it"

"I'm a mechanic" Luke said rising an eyebrow "I know what to do with cars..."

"Do I look like I care? Get your damned hand far from the cars"

"Oh, you step out of here, old hag!" Elliot answered frowning "he's way better than you and I can bet it"

"What did you say, lil' bitch?!"

"You heard me, shithead!"

"Well, this will be long before Elliot runs out of swears" Luke murmured as he sat down to see everything, finding it even amusing "this is a like a soap opera"

On the other side, Flash and Francis were running around, laughing and causing chaos just existing. With the chartographer teaching Flash some tricks he learned when he climbed up the rocks on the beach, while Flash taught him how to be more flexible. Everything while Edward was looking at them, absolutely tired.

And Marcus was speaking with Woody, cracking some dad jokes like it was some kind of contest, also speaking about their wives as well. The rest...they were lost around the base, doing God knows what. And Alicia? Dying inside Grave's office, with the Commander patting her back with a giggle.

"Who would have said? Your team seems all serious but they are kids near my Shadows" Graves said with a laugh

"...Dominique" Alicia muttered to the line with Wraith "why did you let me ado- recruit this ten?"

"Not my fault, you chose them" the agent answered with an attitude

"Yeah, yeah, but now now they fght between them and with Graves' soldiers!"

"If you don't want them, I can use some new Shadows" he said with a smile

"You stay away from my team, idiot"

"Where on earth are Elijah and Nicholas?" Wraith asked, confused

"No idea, but while they don't cause a war...I guess it's fine"

"Just be sure they don't get killed"

"Have you seen them? That's almost impossible to assure. Can you look for them?" Alicia said before Wraith closed the line "Wraith? Wraith! Damnit!"

"As apparently you and your...friend, stopped talking" said Graves while he poured two whisky glasses "today is the play between the Astros and the Rangers. Wanna watch it? I don't have paperwork today"

"...Just give me that and turn on the TV. I'm too sober for this shit"

"Ha! I knew I liked you for a reason, Origin!"

"Shut up, Graves"