#I feel fine about my body until I realize how quickly I'm growing out of all my clothes

[jellogram]

None of my clothes fucking fit me anymore and I'm like leaning over the bathroom counter gritting my teeth going "this is fine this is fine this is fine" because I'm trying to dress cute for my night out but I haven't dressed cute in so long that none of my cool clothes fit me and I look ridiculous and I want to cry. I'm trying really hard to be okay with my weight but I have this really nice leather jacket I got for my birthday a few years ago and it's too small for me now.

[nonotnolan]

This Happens all the Time, It's Detachable

When I took this job at Port Atilis, I moved into the area without doing a lot of research about the area. I have no one else to blame but myself for the fact that I live four blocks away from the biggest tourism strip in town. I thought being close to the beach would be relaxing, but anytime I try to take advantage of it, I'm having to deal with all of the crowds.

That being said, the constant stream of tourists does have one unexpected benefit. The eye candy is top notch, especially for a guy like me who has a hard time finding dates. I don't even have to head down to the beach-- Grindr is filled with hot guys trying to score a one night stand while they're out on vacation, and their profiles make window shopping that much easier. Sadly, window shopping is all I'm usually able to do-- I'm not looking for a quick hookup, so the odds are stacked against me. Outside of the occasional online date that never goes anywhere, I spend most of my nights alone.

I've started meeting guys downtown so that if I get ghosted, at least I can have a nice meal alone somewhere. It's frustrating how often this sort of shit happens, but... that's just how online dating works, I guess.

I was walking along the shore as I headed back to my car when I saw it. There, flopped across the sidewalk, was a limp cock and balls. I nudged it with my foot at first-- I thought maybe it was a plastic mold or something at first, but it definitely moved like real flesh. I bent down and scooped it up. Sure enough, it was warm to the touch. I slipped it into my pocket and headed back to my apartment.

My hand kept stroking the shaft as I walked-- I couldn't believe I had such a realistic cock in my pocket. It was starting to grow erect, as if it was really someone's detached manhood. How was that even possible? By the time I arrived home, it was about seven or eight inches long, and enough girth that I could barely wrap my fingers around it. If it was someone's real cock, he was certainly a lucky guy. But what does one do with a detached cock and balls?

Well, I was already planning to take a shower after spending the afternoon out in the summer heat. I may as well take the cock in there with me. It probably needs at least a quick rinse after being in the dirt like that. I was also going to have to wash these khakis-- the damn thing had started leaking precum in my pocket.

It really was an impressive cock. Perfectly straight, and the glans had a beautiful shape and color-- I would have sworn it was a dildo if I hadn't felt it harden in my pocket. A bead of precum started to form at the slit, and my own manhood started to stir. Should I do it? It was almost certainly a bad idea, but weeks of pent up frustration and the smell of jizz overrode any concerns. I started to deep throat the strange cock, holding it in my fingertips so I could consume as much of the shaft as possible.

Pretty soon I was rewarded with its cum. I could feel the cock jump as it shot rope after rope into my throat. I damn near started choking on the sudden flood of jizz, but I was able to swallow most of it down. It was weird enough making a detached cock orgasm... but why did I feel warm all of a sudden? The cock was softening, in case I had any doubt it was alive somehow.

I didn't notice until I started rinsing the slime off my chin and chest when I realized what had changed. My smooth, twink stomach had developed abs. The cock had to be magical, somehow. I gently set it down on the shower floor as I started to give my body a thorough examination. My own cock was still the same size, but my arms and legs were starting to gain definition-- and my stomach was ripped, somehow.

Nothing about this day made sense. Plus I was starting to feel dizzy, so I quickly toweled off and climbed into bed. The cock would be fine on the tile floor of the shower. I didn't know if it could piss, and I didn't want to deal with cleaning it up if it did. Maybe the world would make sense when I woke up.

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The world did not make sense when I woke up. The first thing I noticed was that my body had gotten even larger overnight, and it was all muscle mass. It felt... well, honestly, it felt amazing. But it made no damn sense. The detached cock was sitting in the shower where I'd left it. Maybe if I could find its owner, I could get some clues about what was happening to me? I threw on some gym clothes-- no sense in ruining my good shirts in case my body grew even more. I also took a selfie, so that if my body changed any more, at least I would have some sort of reference to compare it with.

I headed back down to the shore where I'd first found the mystery meat. My shoulders were wide enough that I found myself swaying them as I walked. The old me would have been far too embarrassed to walk with such a swagger-- was this transformation starting to affect my personality, too?

I wasn't really sure how I was going to find the cock's owner. I hadn't thought that far ahead. It's not like he could go up to someone and ask if anyone had handed over a penis to the Lost and Found. Maybe I'd see a guy anxiously searching the area? Would he still be here the next morning? Well, I was already here. I grabbed a smoothie from one of the shacks on the shoreline and started people watching.

Most of the pedestrians were walking with purpose, so it was fairly easy to spot the few people who were lagging behind for whatever reason. Most of those people were probably meeting up with friends or something, based on the way they were checking their phones. But there was one man, a handsome guy flashing a lot of chest, who kept staring at the ground as he roamed the area near the marina. His facial expressions ranged from pure sorrow to forlorn fear, which was certainly how I'd react if my dick suddenly went missing. Only one way to find out for sure.

"Hey bro, what's wrong? You keep looking around like you lost something."

"You don't know the half of it," he said, shaking his head. "But... yeah, man. I lost my... something really fucking important. Something, uhh... wooden."

Bingo. "Was it this?" I said, giving the cock in my pocket a tight squeeze. If he could still feel it, there would be no mistaking my intent. And based on the look of relief that washed over his face, I had guessed correctly.

"You're the person who found my dick? Oh, thank fuck!" He leapt to his feet and grappled me in a bear hug. "All I could think about was a tourist taking it home with them, or tossing it into the water, or... fuck, man, I don't even know. I like to carry around with me, I wear tight briefs to hold it in place, but... it slipped out last night and I was too drunk to notice."

We started walking over to the side of the street, where things were slightly more private. He was close enough for me to smell him-- a mixture of sweat, citrus, and sandalwood. "Well, I'm glad I can return this massive cock back to its owner," I said, looking side to side for any gawkers before pulling it out of my pocket. I grabbed his waistband, pulled it outward, and jammed my hand into his pants. I gave his hardening cock one last pat before I pulled my hand back.

"Someone's feeling confident," he said, flashing a wide smile. He leaned back on the stairs. "It's a good thing you're as sexy as fuck, or I'd be offended." He sized up my physique, and his face started to grow concerned as he did so. "You... I think I remember cuming last night. Did you... did you give me a blowjob?"

I scratched the back of my neck. "I did, yeah. Sorry, bro. Didn't mean to offend you. I was still trying to figure out if your cock was even real, or... honestly, that's part of why I was hoping to find you. I wanted to return your dick, of course, but I'm also... growing? Do you know why?"

He placed a firm hand on my shoulder. "You should take me back to your place. We've got a lot to discuss. If you swallowed my cum, there's no way you didn't catch my condition. The muscle growth is a sweet side effect, but... well, you've seen how it ends."

"You mean my dick is going to fall off?"

"It's really not all that bad," he said, giving my shoulder a comforting squeeze. "And I give you some pointers to help you live with it. Mind if I stay at your place for a few days?"

Blake was as good as his word. I'm glad he told me to wait before shopping for new clothes-- It took a few more days for my body to stop growing, and I went up three shirt sizes by the time I was done. We've started dating. It turns out there are some experiences you just can't have without growing really close to a guy, and we do have a few hobbies in common.

I took a few sick days so I could be at home when my dick finally fell off. I was walking around naked and everything-- your dick only falls off once, after all, and I wanted to see it happen. And Blake was right there at my side, eager to give me my first detached blowjob.

We usually leave our dicks at home for safekeeping, at my insistence. Blake has a voyeurism streak, though, so sometimes I'll be out running errands when I suddenly feel him applying lube to my cock. Have you ever tried to shop for groceries mid-orgasm? It's a hell of an experience. Other times, we'll go out on a date with the other's cock tucked in our briefs. Feeling his arousal against my skin never gets old. My favorite, though, are the Detachable Male Support Meetings. We all get together, put our dicks in a large bowl, and then just shoot the breeze for a few hours.

I never could have guessed that finding an errant cock on the ground would change my life so completely, but I wouldn't change it for the world.

[cutielando]

caught | j.m.

synopsis: requested by @kkgirll272: Can you write about how JJ and y/n reader sneak out at sunrise into John bs van and things get smutty and then they all wake uk bc they were too loud and find them outside. (None of the pogues knew they liked eachother)

warnings!!: smut, p in v, overstimulation, oral sex (both made and female receiving), unprotected sex (be safe!!), squirting, semi-public sex, secret relationship, getting caught, cockwarming (for like a split second)

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The two of you were just hanging out with your friends, gathered around a small fire, drinking and laughing the night away. But there was something about JJ that night that had you all hot and bothered.

The way his hair sat on top of his head, strands adorning his chiseled face and the way the fire illuminated his blonde strands. The shirt he wore putting his biceps on display for you to admire, the way the muscles under his skin flexed with every move that he made. It ignited a fire deep within you, wanting to jump his bones in front of everyone right then and there.

But you couldn't.

None of your friends knew about the secret relationship that had blossomed between the two of you weeks ago. They had always made fun of you and the obvious crushed you had on each other, but hadn't connected the dots that you had let your feelings win and your desires drive you.

You had decided to keep the relationship a secret until you figured out what it actually meant, whether it was just a temporal thing or not, whether it was just about sex or not. And you had actually done a good job hiding it from them.

However, as the growing pressure between your legs grew, the fire deep inside getting stronger and stronger, you felt the need to get away from the bonfire and your friends with JJ and have your way with him.

But there was no way you could both leave undetected without causing suspicion.

"Are you okay?" you hadn't even realized you had zoned out until you felt JJ hot breath on the shell of your ear, his hushed voice causing goosebumps to arise on your skin.

"I'm fine" you said, giving him an unconvincing smile.

JJ got worried for a second, scanning your entire body for something telling him what was wrong with you. The moment his eyes landed on the way you were clenching your thigh together, he fought the smirk that was threatening to erupt on his handsome face.

He had made you horny.

His plan had worked.

There was quite nothing that got JJ going as knowing you were riled up in front of his friends all because of him, and not being able to do anything because of it.

He enjoyed the thrill of sneaking around everyone's back with you like nothing else in the world. Getting to hold you in his arms, kiss your breath away and make you lose your mind and fall apart under him made him think he was in Heaven, and you were his own personal little angel.

However, as he sat there next to you, knowing just how worked up you were and how wet you must be, he realized that his dick was starting to harden in his pants and would be visible for their friends to see on display. Something neither of you wanted.

"Seems like I'm not the only one dying to get fucked" you whispered seductively in his ear, seeing his pants start to constrain against his crotch.

His breath hitched, hating the effect you had on him which made his dick jump in his boxers from your words alone.

Thankfully, it seemed like God was on your side, because not even 5 minutes later, your friends announced that they would be retiring for the night, bidding their goodbyes.

You both waited until they all disappeared into the house before JJ took your hand and started dragging you towards the Twinkie.

"You seriously want to fuck in the Twinkie?" you said, feeling weird to fuck in your best friend's car.

"I don't want them to hear us" he hastily replied, quickly pushing you into the Twinkie and closing the door behind him.

You were sprawled out on the floor, your legs already open and waiting for JJ to finally have his way with you.

"You have no idea how much trouble you're in" JJ muttered, immediately leaning down and planting his lips against yours in a haste kiss.

You gasped from the intensity, which gave JJ to opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, intensifying the kiss 100 times over. You were grasping at the hair at the back of his head, your legs winding around his waist to bring him even closer to you.

JJ groaned at the feeling of your wet crotch against his, his dick painfully hard in his shorts.

"Why? I was good, daddy" you whined out against his lips, humping against his clothes crotch in a feeble attempt to relieve the pressure between your legs.

The nickname could have made him cum right then and there. He growled against your mouth, pulling away to take off your shirt and pants in record time.

"Acting like a slut in front of our friends" he mumbled, pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss before his lips started making their way down your body.

He slowly inched towards your chest, his lips biting and sucking at the sweet spot on your neck that drove you crazy. You couldn't help but moan out, JJ always knew how to make you weak in the knees for him.

His lips traveled to your breasts, circling around your hardened nipple as his other hand pinched and twisted at your other. You gasped at the electrifying sensation, arching your back against JJ's chest.

"Jayj-" you moaned out, grasping his hair tighter.

He didn't say anything, instead kissing each of your nipples before he traveled towards the place you needed him the most between your legs. He planted feather kisses on the inside of your thighs, his breath tickling your aching pussy with each kiss.

You were growing frustrated at his lack of compassion and wanted to tell him off, but just as you lifted your head off the floor, he dived into your pussy like a man starved, licking a stripe along your aroused slit and all the way to your puffy clit.

"Oh my God" you gasped out, your hand gravitating to hold onto his blonde locks for support.

JJ did not waste any time, starting to suck on your clit like his life depended on him. He lapped at your pussy like it was his last meal, his tongue prodding at the entrance of your pussy.

You were whining and whimpering at the intense feeling, your head thrown back and eyebrows scrunched up.

"Shit, JJ" you gasped out when he inserted two fingers in your dripping hole, pumping in and out of you with a passion.

He looked up at you, his mouth and fingers not letting up for even a split second. Seeing you with your head thrown back, your back arched as he brought you pleasure like no other man ever could, made his already rock hard cock jump in his pants, painful against the restraints of his boxers and shorts.

But he was determined to make you cum with his mouth before he even thought about himself.

Like a man on a mission, he started sucking on your clit more aggressively, adding in a third finger as he was pumping in and out of your dripping wet entrance, knowing you were getting close by the way your walls were fluttering against his fingers.

The hot coil was building rapidly in the pit of your stomach, coming onto you like an unstoppable wave.

"JJ, I'm gonna come, shit, I'm gonna cum baby" you barely let the words out before you moaned loudly, your thighs clasping around JJ's head as your pussy walls throbbed against his face.

Your head was fuzzy, every nerve in your body was on fire as your legs were shaking in your orgasmic bliss.

JJ kept sucking on your clip throughout your orgasm, enjoying the feeling of you thrashing on the floor because of him, because of the things he could do to you.

He slowly slipped his fingers out of you, pressing a kiss to your puffy clit, which had you shake with overstimulation to your sensitive privates.

"That was so fucking hot, mama" he praised you, inching up and pecking your lips before he started taking off his clothes.

"You made me cum so hard, JJ" you laughed, your brain not even registering what you were saying or doing.

JJ chuckled, pride swelling in his chest. He knew he could make you feel good, but hearing it from your mouth was better than anything else.

After a couple of seconds, you slowly sat up just as JJ slipped off his boxers and threw them in the pile you had created on the seats. His throbbing cock slapped against his stomach, the tip an angry red and dripping precum. JJ hissed as the cold air hit his tip, eyeing your movement as you stared at his cock.

You slowly stood up and kneeled before him, eye-to-eye with his impressive length. No matter how many times the two of you would fuck, you could never get over how big and thick and perfect his cock was.

"Are you gonna help me out, baby?" JJ asked as he trailed a hand down your cheek.

Without warning, you wrapped your lips around his hot cock, swirling your tongue around the mushroom tip and sucking harshly. JJ groaned and his knees almost buckled, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.

You slowly began working your way down his shaft, bobbing your head up and down while your hands fondled with his balls. You were taking as much of him as you possibly could, pushing him down your throat past your gag reflex.

"Just like that, baby. You're taking this dick so well, baby. Such a good slut, choking on my dick like this" JJ praised you, taking a hold of your hair in a ponytail as he enjoyed the sight of you with his cock down your throat, tears in your eyes.

JJ closed his eyes and started grinding his hips against you, his cock hitting the back of your throat every single time. You were massaging his balls as best as you could, sucking him in every time he would hit the back of your throat.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head which would make JJ cum even faster. You started swirling your tongue up and down the veins of his dick every time he would push into your mouth, which brought on the stuttering of his hips you knew too well.

"Fucking shit, I'm gonna cum, baby. Gonna give you so much of my cum, princess. Oh shit" JJ gasped out, pushing all the way until your nose was pressed against abdomen, his cock twitching and spurting long roped of cum down your throat.

JJ's hips kept stuttering as he slowly came down from his high, your combined cum and saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth. Your eyes were wide when you noticed his cock was still as hard as he had been 10 minutes ago, which made JJ chuckle.

"JJ junior has to fuck you before he retires for the night" he teased, making you laugh.

You rapidly laid back on the floor of the Twinkie, JJ coming to settle between your legs.

He pressed his lips against yours, his hand traveling to grasp his aching cock. He ran the mushroom tip over your slit, coating it with your arousal, before slowly sliding in your pussy, the both of you moaning in unison at the feeling of being joined, once again.

"You feel so fucking good, baby" JJ moaned, going in until he was buried to the hilt, his tip already nudging that sweet spot inside of you that had you seeing stars.

You moaned out, your hands reaching for his hair to have something to hold onto.

Slowly, he started sliding in and out of you, your walls sucking him in with every thrust. He was slowly building rhythm, wanting to make sure you felt every single vein in his dick, every single part of him that was devoted to you.

"JJ, holy shit" you gasped out when he started thrusting at a more urgent pace, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

"You're doing so good for me, mama. This tight little pussy swallowing me hole, made just for me to fuck" he groaned, leaning down to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

You could care less about your friends who were sleeping a couple of feet away from you, the danger of being caught non-existent in your cock-drunk mind.

You were holding onto JJ for dear life, your nails digging into his shoulder blades as he rocked in and out of you at a rapid pace.

Your nerves started tingling, the second orgasm of the night coming in faster that you had anticipated. But this time, something was different. You couldn't tell what, but you were about to find out.

"Jay, I'm gonna-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before his hand reached down between you two, his rough fingers pressing down on your clit and rubbing quick figures on it.

You screamed, the feeling of having to pee becoming overwhelming as the coil burst and you suddenly squirted all over JJ's cock, squealing at the intense feeling of JJ's cock fucking you through your orgasm.

JJ kept rubbing and pressing on your puffy clit, coaxing more and more squirt out of your poor pussy. He hadn't realized the effect it had had on him until he could feel his heavy balls tingling.

You were hazed out, eyes closed as pathetic whimpers escaped your lips.

Taking a hold of your lips, JJ started pounding mercilessly into you, the pace had you moaning and screaming out from the intense feeling of overstimulation.

"That was the hottest shit I've ever seen, princess. Fucking shit, I'm gonna cum so hard for you, gonna cum so deep inside of you" he groaned, making you cry out as he sped his movements even more, your breasts bouncing as the Twinkie thrashed wildly with JJ's unforgiving pace.

His hips started stuttering and then you felt him still inside of you, burying himself to the hilt as ropes of cum painted your inside walls, JJ's pelvis spasming against your as he moaned out loudly. The feeling of his cum inside of you triggered yet another orgasm from you, your walls spasming around his length and milking him for all he was worth.

The feel of your walls milking his cock prolonged his orgasm, turning the both of you into a joined moaning mess.

"Holy shit" you exclaimed as you slowly came to your senses, your hands wrapping weakly around JJ's shoulders and bringing him in for a sweaty hug, his softening cock still buried deep inside of you.

"That was the best sex we've ever had" he chuckled, making you agree and nod.

You stayed like that for a while, the occasional spasm of your walls against his softening dick making the both of you whimper silently.

Neither of you had even thought about your friends, not bothering to be silent as you were having the sex of your lives.

A knock on the van window made you both sit up hurriedly, JJ's cock slipping out of you and making you both shudder.

"I can't believe you guys fucked in my van, man!" John B exclaimed from outside, turning around when he saw you were both naked.

"The whole fucking street heard you, Jesus Christ" Pope added, while Kie just smiled and winked at you from the corner of her eye.

You and JJ looked at each other before bursting out laughing, leaning against each other.

Oh, that was going to be a funny story to tell.

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PAIRING || Boyfriend!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Pregnant!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 1K

SUMMARY || Being away from your boyfriend is never fun, but usually, you can get through it relatively okay. However, since you got pregnant and you’re carrying a set of twins, your hormones have gone all crazy, leaving you needier than ever before for him. This results in a FaceTime call Tony won’t forget anytime soon.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || College AU. Pregnancy fic. Established relationship. Explicit sexual content.

SMUT || Teasing. Dirty talk. Praise. Pregnancy kink. Lactation kink. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Phone/FaceTime sex. Stripping/striptease. Handjob. Fingering. Masturbation (F+M).

A/N || This is written for my Summer of Drabbles. Nonnie, I cannot even begin to explain how much fun I had while writing this! I always enjoy giving a little insight into these two and their dynamic, so I think this is a perfect addition to their story! This is proofread by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1, I love you so much, bestie! 🤍

EVENTS @fandombingo || A Familiar Face @tonystarkbingo #8005 || Thirst

Photo: Source || Other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Young!Tony Stark || Summer of Drabbles

"Touch yourself; I want to watch."

No, "Hello, how are you?" or "Hi!" is said by you as your boyfriend, Tony, answers your FaceTime call. It just won't do when you're feeling needy for your boyfriend, and he's not there with you to relieve the longing between your thighs. A smirk is visible on your boyfriend's face, making his glasses slide down his nose a bit, making him look adorable.

"Hello to you, Sunshine; how's your trip?" he asks, and you let out a frustrated huff in response, as that's so not the point of your call. You'd get to the small talk later. First, you need to do something about your growing arousal. Ever since you got pregnant about seven months ago, your hormones have been all over the place, and your libido has been raised exponentially, which is how you two have gotten into this situation, to begin with.

"Yeah, yeah, fine! Now, can we move on?" you ask, a hint of frustration in your voice that your boyfriend can't help but smile at. He feigns innocence for just a few more moments, claiming not to know what you're talking about, but then he gives in. The last thing he'd want to do is make you feel frustrated.

"I'm gonna give you a nice show; what do you think of that, Sunshine? Are you gonna watch as I take off layer after layer of my clothes until I'm completely naked for you?" he asks, his voice low as he does, and you immediately nod. Your eyes are roaming over every inch of skin he exposes, layers being sensually pulled off his body as he shows himself off to you. Soft moans keep escaping at the sight, your fingers playing gently with yourself so you won't cum before it has even started.

The moment his shirt is lifted agonizingly slow over his muscular torso, you lean in a little to get an even better view, the veins on his arms making them look like works of art that you can't wait to explore the second you're back in New York. The next thing to go is his pants, which he unbuttons quickly, though he takes his sweet time pulling them down, a smile appearing on your features as you realize he's not wearing any underwear, his cock hard and straining the denim fabric of his jeans.

A soft gasp slips past your lips as it springs free with an audible splat against his abs, and you can't get enough of the sight in front of you. His hand wraps around his length, a groan coming from deep in his chest as his large, calloused hand glides over the velvet skin of his cock, the veins adorning it only adding to the pleasure. Meanwhile, all you can think about is sitting on it again and feeling how it fills you up the way only your boyfriend can.

"Sunshine," he says gently, guiding your attention back to his face instead of his cock, warmth spreading over your face as you realize he caught you staring. A dopey smile is on his lips as you make eye contact again, and your heart skips a beat at seeing your boyfriend's striking, familiar face. The face you've committed to memory, and the one you can stare at for hours without ever getting bored.

"I believe it's your turn now. I've been missing your beautiful, perfect body, and I can't wait much longer to have a look. Been thinking of the way your round belly feels under my fingertips and the way you clench around my fingers and cock when I rub it softly," he says, his eyes showing nothing but thirst over your body. While your pregnancy has changed a lot of things about you and your body, Tony has embraced every single change, only becoming more turned on as well with every passing day.

"Hmm, and the way your tits produce the sweetest milk for me to drink, fuck!" he exclaims as he grips the base of his cock, your dress now on the floor as well as you spread yourself open for your boyfriend to the best of your abilities. He has the perfect sight of the way your fingers dip into your tight, dripping pussy and rub circles over your sensitive, throbbing clit as your high builds quickly.

"Fuck, Sunshine, you don't have any idea what you do to me right now. Makes me so fucking hard to see you play with yourself. Just a needy little slut wanting to see her boyfriend's cock now that she's not with him. I promise you I will fucking ruin you when you're back, Sunshine. Every single hole will be used until all you can think of is me," he says, his breath quickly picking up as he does while your orgasm approaches quickly.

"'M so close, Sunshine," Tony groans, and you nod in response, unable to talk as he jerks himself faster, both of you moaning in unison until you fall apart on your fingers, shortly followed by your boyfriend as he paints his abs and chest with cum before scooping some of it up and swallowing it, humming at the taste.

"I love you so much, Sunshine, and I can't wait to have you and our twins back soon," he says with a deep red blush on his cheeks, his glasses sliding further down again. You rub your belly as you reposition yourself, and that's when they decide to kick again, making you smile.

"Oh, I wish you could feel them kicking right now, My Love; I think our adventure woke them up!" you joke, and Tony looks at your belly with so much love that it makes your heart swell with it, too. You have rarely felt more loved than you do now, even though you're on the other side of the country.

Your love for each other knows no bounds, and this moment definitely cements that for you both.

[luvergirl777]

If Not With You - N.S

Pairing | Neteyam Sully x Human Reader

Word Count | 19k, whoops.  

Genre | Acquaintances to lovers? Fluff, they're both dumb and can't drop a hint to save their life, SMUT.

Summary | Neteyam never understood you, and he doesn't think he ever will. Your skin is a different color than his, you're a solid 5 feet shorter than him, your native language is different than his, he could go on forever. He doesn't think he'll ever understand, until he watches you struggle with a knife for 10 minutes and graciously offers his services to you. Suddenly, he's bitten off more than he realizes.

Index | Bickering back and forth, the reader takes every chance she can get to be snarky, Neteyam does too though, purring Neteyam, two idiots in love, smut, creampie, soft!dom Neteyam (service dom kind of), a brief mention of breeding lol. Let me know if I missed anything that should be noted!

You confuse Neteyam in almost all aspects of your being. You’re human, so painfully alien as you run around the high grounds, scurrying to climb around the home tree to the best of your ability, scurrying to provide his grandmother with herbs for the wounded. So painfully human as you sit on the ground, weaving clothes 3 times your size for protection for warriors during time of battle. Painfully human as you cling to Kiri’s ikran (it’s the “least scary” you say) when you join foraging trips, not used to flying. And so painfully human despite having an Avatar sleeping less than 20 feet away, perfectly fine and ready to be used. His father had mentioned something about you not feeling comfortable or welcomed in your avatar body, not taught how to use it properly yet, somehow feeling more accepted as a human. 

You’ve lived your entire life here as a human, mostly. You were given your avatar more recently within the last couple of years, the Avatar taking a while to fully grow and become yours. Still, he’s maybe only seen it once. You wear the clothes, join the songs, dance in the festivals, forage and gather, weave, fish, help the wounded, everything you can physically do, you do. Because of your size, you sometimes struggle with preparing, gathering, and foraging through the forest. It takes you much more effort and time to scale fallen logs and rocks than others. It’s never made any sense, it still doesn’t to him. As you prepare a sturmbeest with some of the others for tonight’s meal, you bewilder him even more. 

“Here, let me help you.” Neteyam offers quickly as he sees you struggling to cut. He's afraid you’re going to slip and hurt yourself, the effort it takes to cut makes your hands shake where they hold your blade. It would be no issue in your avatar body, he’s sure of it but he doesn’t bring it up. After cutting through the hard part, he’s quick to hand you back the small knife to avoid taking over your village duty. “You know if-“ 

“If I was in my Avatar body I’d be able to do it?” You finish his sentence, glancing up at him. While you quickly divert your gaze, he catches the small look of shame you have before you return to the task that requires all your attention. 

“No, no. I was going to say if you need help, you can just call again.” He smiles, shaking his head softly. At this, you can’t help but jokingly scoff at him. 

“But you were thinking about it.” 

“Hmmm, I was not! You have no proof.” 

“That’s how everyone thinks, it’s fine to admit it Neteyam.” You chuckle, resuming your complete focus on the sturmbeest you’re more determined than ever to cut up now thanks to him. “Plus, shouldn’t you be preparing for the meal? Making sure everyone is accounted for and what not.” You're essentially telling him to get back to his tasks. 

“I am, making sure you’re accounted for. The way you’re wielding that knife I'm afraid you’ll go missing.” He teases you, pointing out the amount of effort you’re using to cut through the meat. “Also, if you don’t mind me asking since you brought it up, FYI, why aren’t you in your Avatar?” 

You sigh, and for a brief moment Neteyam thinks he’s overstepped his welcome. “No one really taught me how to use it. I suppose it’s all the same mechanics as controlling myself, but to an extent I don't feel connected. Your father said he felt the same at first, and offered to teach me but got busy with olo'eyktan duties, which is understandable. I haven't felt comfortable enough to ask him, it takes a lot of time that I'm sure he doesn’t have, you know?” 

“I can help you.” Neteyam offers before he has a chance to rethink it. 

“I think you’re also too busy, future olo'eyktan .” You turn your attention to him for a brief moment before resuming. “Plus, it’s not the culture or village life. I've grown up here, I understand that much. It’s the connection, and being in my body. I don't think you’d understand what I mean.” 

“I think you just need practice in a safe area where you don't have to worry. I can be your lookout while you get used to your body, who better than me?” Neteyam’s confidence grows as he offers you his gracious services. His smirk threatens to fall a bit as you glare up at him, but he’s determined to convince you regardless. 

“Your dad.” He interrupts your train of thought with a pained expression, making you giggle. “But I suppose since he’s unavailable, you’re the next best option.”

“Ouch.” He jokes, placing a hand over his heart. “So we'll start tomorrow, little human?” He cheekily adds, beginning to step away from you to return to his head counting job.

He smiles softly as you stick your tongue at him, turning back to finish your job as well. His heart beats hard in his chest, his adrenaline slowly beginning to run off as he checks to make sure everything is going as it should. As he sits next to his mother, the slight panic begins to settle in as he waits for you to join the feast. 

His mother notices the odd, out of place, anxious energy from her son. He’s not usually like this, his demeanor is off. “Neteyam?” She asks, nudging him softly. 

Neteyam faces her with more confidence now, attempting to get his mood back. “Yes, mother?”

“Are you feeling okay?” She reaches out for a brief moment, pressing her hand against his forehead. At this, he smiles softly before pushing her hand away by the wrist. She smiles softly at him, returning to talking to the others. Small cheers erupt as everyone begins to bring in the food, carrying trays and trays of food. He catches a small glimpse of you, following behind the others carrying trays. You’re not carrying anything, preoccupied with cleaning your knife before placing it back on your hip. You settle down behind most of the others, allowing others to get their food before you. He’s extremely observant of you now, he always has been, but it’s even more now. 

Dinner goes by as always, everyone talking, joking, telling stories with one another. You conversate every now and then, happily listening to stories that the other villagers tell you about hunts and raids they have been on. He feels hyper aware of your presence now, watching as a tail jokingly wraps around your waist and knocks you off balance. You smile, jokingly hitting the other people while saying something he can't pick up. Your smile is pretty, so pretty.

It almost feels impossible tearing his eyes away, but eventually he does. He begins to actually engage in his family conversation, listening to his mother and fathers stories. He can't wait for the next day to come, fighting to fall asleep. It feels like hours before he dozes off. 

Neteyam is grabbed by his father before he can actually slip away, a firm hand on his shoulder stopping all of his momentum. “Where are you off to?” His father asks, tugging slightly to turn him around to face him. Neteyam groans in his head, tail flicking slightly behind him. His ears quickly pin down as a reflex. 

“To the labs.” He answers plainly, hoping his father just lets him go with no further questioning. It’s all hopeful thinking, he knows that he will be questioned further. He wants to go, you’re probably waiting for him there now. You’re always on time, never keeping anyone else waiting on you for too long. 

“For what? Are you not coming on watch today?” Jake asks, the grip on his shoulder tightening slightly. Neteyams ears flatten further, tail flicking more aggressively. 

“I promised someone I would help them in the lab.” Neteyam answers. “I will be back later today.”

“Later today?!” Jake asks, releasing him in return for putting his hands on his hips. At the commotion, Neytiri comes out to see what’s going on. Jake gives her the rundown, “He is skipping watch to help the labs.” At this, Neteyam groans softly, the description not at all accurate or reflecting him. 

“Sa’nok,” Neteyam mumbles softly, “I promised,” 

“He hasn’t missed a watch in weeks.” Neytiri points out. “He’s also helping someone, he doesn’t need to come on every watch. Go, Neteyam.”

At this, he bows softly before hightailing it out of the area as quickly as possible. He thanks Eywa for his mother intervening, moving as quickly as possible to get to the labs. Sure enough, you’re waiting for him inside. You seem agitated already, sitting on one of the tables as you swing your legs back and forth. He’s quickly apologizing for keeping you waiting, explaining his situation as quickly as possible. 

“It’s okay, Nete.” You shrug, hopping down and walking over to the pods, known as link units. “Are you sure you want to do this? I’m gonna look like a baby deer and complain the entire time.” You whine, trying to convince him otherwise. 

“Are you trying to get me not to, or do you not want to? It sounds like you don’t want to.”

“I’m scared.” You admit, sighing softly. Neteyam offers a solemn expression, encouraging you softly as he pops open the link pod. He helps you climb in, offering a hand as you hop backwards into the memory foam. The beads on your chest cover clink loudly at the momentum, filling the otherwise silent lab. Max enters the lab, late, but still there. You trust him the most to help you link and check all of your vitals, others making you too nervous. 

“I’m going to come and get you once I make sure you link, where is your Avatar?” Neteyam asks as you lay down, holding the top of the pod as he leans down to talk with you. Your breathing is irregular, nerves shaking you to your cure. “I will be there, Y/n, to get you. I’ll be there for every step.” 

“My Avatar is all the way at the high camp.” You tell him, “I’ll wait for you though.” 

“I’ll be there, as fast as possible.” He ensures you, stepping away to let Max do his job to link you to your Avatar. Neteyam fiddles with the oxygen mask around his neck, playing with the strings as he watches you get settled in. As the pod closes, he turns to the screens that show your vitals. Your breathing is increased, but Max explains that’s to be expected when someone hasn’t linked for a while, “Normal nerves,” He calls them. 

“She should be in, I would hurry to make sure she's not freaking out.” And Neteyam does. He doesn’t think he’s ever flown as fast before, his ikran cutting through the air. He gets to high camp as fast as possible, running to the Avatar sleeping area. You’re sitting up, playing with your hands as you wait for him.

“Y/n! Look at you! You look like me.” Neteyam beams happily, running over to you. He helps you up, offering his hand as you stand. You stand easily, but still have a look of uneasiness written across your face. He notices your ears remain down, pinned back with worry. Every now and then, they’ll perk up for the briefest moment before going back. Cute.  “Are you feeling okay?”

“I feel fine, I just think I'm a bit hungry since I haven't been in this body for a while.” You explain, beginning to walk through the Avatar area. Your Avatar reminds him of his siblings, five fingers and toes, eyebrows, etc. You’re walking fine, a bit wobbly on certain areas of uneven terrain, checking a couple of times behind you to make sure he’s close. The camp is busy as always, people running around to fulfill their duties. You navigate the commotion easily though, heading over to the edge of the base. 

“Are you okay to fly?” Neteyam asks, clicking and calling out to his ikran. You nod, shakily, but still saying yes. His ikran is quick to land on the rocks, calming down as Neteyam connects his tswin and readies to mount. He gets on first, reaching to grab your hand and help you sling your leg over. “You can use the saddle and the hold here.” Neteyam speaks, guiding you to sit. He reaches around you, holding your hand and wrapping it around the leather hold. The strong animal flaps his wings underneath you, making your nerves set in as you already begin slipping off to one side.

“You’re okay, It’ll get easier once he’s moving.” He reassures you, using one arm to wrap around your waist, pulling you back upright. A small blush spreads across your face, your bodies extremely close to one another as he’s focused on your well-being. 

“What about you? Are you going to be okay with flying?” You ask, seeing as he has no secure hold. He’s not using the saddle, nor the holds. 

“Yes, I will be okay.” He reassures, holding where his tswin is connected. You trust him, and you trust his ability to fly more than anyone else. Even still, nerves bubble in your chest. “I’ll fly as carefully as possible for you, just hold on, okay?”

“Yes, I will.” You nod, tightening the hold on the leather underneath your palms. Even though you prepared yourself, the shriek that leaves your body as his ikran drops is involuntary. You can hear Neteyam’s faint chuckle in your ear, leaning forward as he guides his ikran. His hair brushes along your shoulder as he leans forward, goosebumps spreading across your arms. His arm tightens the slightest bit around your waist, ensuring you don’t lean too far forward and lose your balance. “Where are we heading?” You yell over your shoulder, the wind loud in your ears. 

“To find you something to eat!” Neteyam calls back, “We’ll be walking around the forest, give you some time to get used to your body without anyone else being around to pressure you.” 

You nod, looking forward to observe where you’re going. Neteyam flies as smoothly as possible for you, communicating to his ikran to stay calm as much as possible. The forest is extremely dense, flying through the trees and hanging vines with expert skill. Neteyam once again chuckles as he sees your grip tighten, both on the leather hold and your legs where they squeeze his ikran for purchase. Landing, the jungle is dense as he hops down. 

You land right after, the grass underneath your feet soft and plush. “Are we finding fruit?” You smile, beginning to trail off from him. Neteyam has to hide the smile, unconnecting as he dismisses his Seze. The grass is so soft underneath your feet, each step cushiony. You’re good at foraging, using all your skills and knowledge you’ve learned over the years. “Here, Nete,” You smile softly, handing him two fruits. Neteyam becomes your Navi basket, arms carrying everything you collect. He's more than happy to follow you around, eventually coaxing you to come sit once you’ve got enough. 

“You need to eat,” Neteyam says, soft but firm as he begins making his way to the river. He finds a soft area of grass, plopping down before softly letting the fruits follow. You join, watching Neteyam carefully as he dips the fruits into the river, cleaning them before handing them over with a big smile. “They’ll taste even better in this body,” He almost promises. 

And they do. They genuinely do.Your taste buds are alive and so heightened, a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips as you eat. “It’s good,” You grin, devouring the fruits that your body so desperately needs, gaining some semblance of energy back. 

“Do you still feel okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s still weird, I know it’s me, but it doesn’t feel like me. Moving is weird, everything is a conscious effort.” You try to explain to him. 

“Does that include your ears being down?” He asks, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he teases softly. “It's cute, don’t get me wrong, but not normal.” 

Once again, you have to consciously pull your ears up like the natural position they’re held at. When you forget, they fall back down. Neteyam pins his ears, signaling to you that you’re doing it again. It works perfectly, your ears perking up once more. 

“See? It’s too hard.” You smile, “We should just go back, say we tried hard.” You plead, making him laugh. You know he’d never, too much determination and pride in his chest to ever allow it. 

“You just need more time in this body, I’m sure of it.” Neteyam answers, shaking his head no as you whine. “We haven’t even got you running yet.” 

At this you groan, flopping backwards on the soft grass as you complain. You quickly get lost in it, the ground so soft, the sun so warm on your skin. It's comforting, much needed vitamin D. 

Despite ALL of your complaining, which was a lot, your body does prove more efficient than your human body. It moves through the terrain easier, scales the rocks and jumps over the fallen trees with no problem, runs as if it was made to do only that. Climbing was nothing you've ever wanted to do until now, and you find yourself playing in the trees like a child again. Climbing as a human is too hard, but this is easy, so it’s FUN. 

“Neteyam! You’re not joining!” You call from treetop, Neteyam watching carefully from the ground. He follows along when you stray too far, watching with careful eyes. It's endearing, how careful he is. 

“It's okay, you’re doing great!” He calls happily. 

You take it as enough confirmation that he’s okay with what’s happening, you having fun while he remains down there. Soon enough, he’s running on the ground to keep up with you. Not that he minds, he has the stamina for it. “Are you having fun!?” He happily calls, splashing through a shallow river as he follows you. 

“Yes! This is amazing,” You answer before beginning to come down. Your hands and feet are sore, unused to the rough nature of aggressive use. You don’t pay much attention, joining Neteyam in the cool water of the river, finding some relief. “It's nice, feels nice.” 

Neteyam fights off the urge to say “I told you so,” instead providing you with encouraging praise. Neteyam wants to teach you everything, he almost itches for it. He's already making a list in his head of everything he could offer you that you don’t know in this body. 

Hunting, riding, flying, swimming, scaling home tree, fighting if you’d like, archery. You know how to weave, arguably better than him, so that’s not something he can claim he taught. Along with foraging and gathering, healing, you also know the dances and songs, and basic craft skills that he can’t claim credit for. But what he can, he will. For today though, he lets you run, and play, and frolic through the grass. He follows you, never losing sight of his surroundings. He'll provide some knowledge here and there, but nothing too crazy. 

You’re exhausted as the sun begins to set, leaning against Neteyams seated body. “We should head back,” You mumble, praying he’ll let you go back this time. He agrees, not wanting to stay out too late for the creatures that come out. 

“We should, we can eat with the people,” He sees another learning opportunity. He stands, leaving you to support your own weight. You watch as he clicks and calls, his ikran coming down soon after. You can feel the exhaustion from the soon-ride, getting up with a grunt. 

“What if I just hold onto you?” It’s a real question, you’re trying to find out if that would be more or less tiring. 

“If you'd like,” He blushes the slightest bit as he faces away from you. Neteyam gets on first, now sitting on the saddle and holding the leather hold. He helps you climb behind him, “You still sure?” He asks, double checking with you since you have no secure holds. Your arms wrap tightly around his waist, torsos flush together. You can hold here, and with your legs. 

“Yes, this is okay,” It feels slightly unsafe compared to the saddle, but it’s less taxing on your body. You also can’t see much over his frame, but you don’t mind. “Thank you, Neteyam, it’s fun,” You talk with him. Your voice vibrates off him, bouncing off his skin. 

“Of course,” He beams even though you can’t see it. You arrive at the home tree soon enough, high in the trees where the ikrans stay. Neteyam leads you to the people for dinner, extremely careful that you don’t lose your balance in the high branches. When you have to hop down a considerable amount, he’s extra careful, going first as an example. He waits each time for you, always ready to catch if he ever needs to. With a relieved breath, he doesn’t need to, and you both make it to dinner without a hitch. 

“Sa’nok, Sempul,” Neteyam greets his family, bringing his hand to his forehead. You immediately follow along, greeting the leaders of your clan. “Would you mind Y/n eating with us tonight?” 

“Oh, no no it’s okay. I wouldn’t want to intrude-“ 

“Of course,” Jake smiles happily, genuinely excited to see you in your Avatar body. His hand lands softly onto your shoulder, examining your body. “How’s it feeling?” 

“Good! Good. It’s a lot of fun,” You smile, giving him a brief overview of your day spent doing nothing but pushing it. He grins, remembering his own days of running with his body for the first time. He tells you the story, beckoning you to sit with his family as he does so. You do, sitting next to Neteyam and Kiri. You know Kiri well, always working together in the healer's hut with her and Tsahìk. 

You know Lo’ak as well, but the two of you don’t talk much besides brief, common interactions. Regardless, you have nothing against him. And Tuk? Tuk is just adorable. You briefly remember gifting her an ikran toy when she was younger, handmade by you. You’re sure she has no recollection of it, much too young. But you don’t mind at all. You all share stories, you mainly listen as you don’t have many that are as exciting as theirs. Neytiri’s intrigue you the most, ears naturally perking up every time she speaks about something. 

Neteyam notices, a small smile spreading across his face as he eats. They flatten when silence takes over the conversation, obviously uncomfortable. The night wraps up like always, but Neteyam is sure to check on not only your Avatar, but also your human body. He makes sure both of your forms get to bed safely before he returns to his family's area, settling in. 

The days turn into weeks of getting used to your body. Neteyam teaches you everything he can, everything that comes to mind. You’re surprisingly good at archery, but guilt kills you when hunting. Even with the knowledge of clean, respectful kills, it’s not your favorite. Riding also comes natural to you, connecting with Pa’li as if you were born native. You become comfortable in your Avatar body, trusting your body’s movements and mind. You run, scale, leap, climb, crawl, swim, everything as if you were born in this body. As you land clean kill after clean kill, and join in on the hunting festivals, Neteyam begins to push you softly in the direction of iknimaya, taming your ikran. 

“Neteyam, it’s scary.” You defend yourself as you prepare meat for tonight’s dinner. Your Avatar body slices through easily, never struggling for more than a couple of moments. “They’re scary.” 

“I know, I know.” He sighs, “But-“ 

“Neteyam, I don’t want to talk about it right now. It’s scary, and I could die.” 

“You can die at any time.“ You send him a strong glare, ending the conversation without another word being shared with each other. You’re done talking about it for tonight, placing the meat on a serving platter. You don’t talk about it for a while, going on about your lessons and training, learning more and more each day. 

You’re out in the forest, a routine day unfolding. Your body and mind feel like yours, Neteyam also begins to wander away from you further and further. If it comes down to it, you can defend yourself to some extent. He's doing just that when a blood curdling scream rips through the forest, catching his attention immediately. His feet are moving faster than his brain, running. 

“NETEYAM!” You scream again, feet remaining planted firm in front of the animal in front of you. Your heartbeat is rapid as you stare down the creature, trying to figure out its next course of action. Stepping a couple of feet back, your fingers immediately begin to reach for the knife that’s secured across your chest. “It’s not moving, Nete. I don’t know what to do.” You speak, more calmly now as the palulukan has made no action to pursue you yet. Still, you unsheathe your knife just in case. It wouldn’t help much if it attacked, but it gives you some peace of mind for the current circumstances. 

“Is it not pursuing?” Neteyam asks, and you can hear his faint footsteps running to get to you in the distance. It’s still in the same place it was, still staring at you. 

“No! It’s just staring at me!” You yell back, trying to hold your ground as much as possible. Your knees shake the slightest bit, which you try to calm. If you turn and run, you could possibly outsmart it. However, as soon as you turn you’re sure it would immediately begin its pursuit on you. Neteyam eventually finds you, keeping his distance as he accesses the situation as much as possible. 

“I know what I’m going to say, you will not like-“ 

“Nete!” 

“I know, I know! But step up to it. Slowly, you’re not pouncing on her, but stepping up.” You want to scream at him, it sounds like a stupid idea. However, you don’t think there’s anyone you trust more with your general well-being than him. “Trust me! If something happens, I'm right behind you, jumping in.” 

“You promise?” You never break your eye contact, but you know Neteyam is staring directly at you. Taking a step, you can hear the faint “Promise” that Neteyam mumbles out softly. Another step comes, and the creature still hasn’t moved a single inch from where you were first confronted by it. Now you’re in attacking distance again, if you reached fully out you would surely touch it on the head. For the first time, it moved. It leans down, and it takes everything in your willpower to not start instinctively booking it at the first sign of movement, “Neteyam?” 

“Tsaheylu, make the bond. She’s offering to you.” Neteyam explains, stepping a bit closer as the tense environment of the situation has lessened. “It’s okay, she’s submitting to you, Y/n.” 

You’re still too afraid to break eye contact to look at Neteyam, your eyes never leaving her as you reach back for your kuru. As soon as the tsaheylu is made, a rush of relief washes over you. “Thank Eywa, thank Eywa,” You mumble, walking to its side and swinging yourself over the animal. Your heartbeat calms down with the animals, and you finally are able to feel her strength and power. She's unlike anything else you've ridden, not a ikran, not pa’li. Once you’re fully bonded, Neteyam feels safe enough to approach. 

“Scary?” He giggles, his hand coming to rest on your calf where it sits on the palulukan’s side. You can feel his thumb run across your skin comfortingly, making you smile as you face away from him. 

“Just a bit, she feels…kind?” You ask, despite him having no idea. “Her thoughts, her power and strength, is kind?” 

“I see, you feel her? You’re getting the hang of this whole, tsaheylu, kuru thing.” He smiles at you, walking behind you and hopping on. Even at the sudden movement, she still doesn’t think of any harm or reaction in a negative manner. You absolutely beam, reaching forward and petting the space at her forehead essentially. “Should I hold on?” Neteyam chuckles behind you. 

“Oh yes, 100%. Strong.” Is all you offer him before beginning to move, just walking but still feeling the absolute power she holds. 

“I trust you.” Neteyam smiles, leaning forward to wrap his arms around your waist. The contact makes your face flush hot, immediately pushing it away from your thoughts as you begin to run, easily jumping and clearing anything in the forest floor. Once again, it’s a completely different ride than you’re used to, you and Neteyam whooping, laughing, and shrieking when you particularly jerk and almost slide off. Slowing to a stop, you find yourself at the edge of the river. You gently rub her shoulder in warning as you slide off, patting her gently. You break the tsaheylu, watching in case she flees. Instead, she stays, drinks water, settles down with the both of you where you sit on the soft grass. 

“What about her family?” You ask Neteyam as if he would know the answer. Neteyam shrugs softly, unsure himself. He has no answer for this, logically. 

“She seems to want you more.” 

“I see,” 

“Y/n, you are more than ready for iknimaya,” 

There’s a loud sigh filling the peace of the forest. You hum, finally giving in. “Fine, Neteyam.” You sigh, watching as the thanator creeps towards you, laying down next to where you’re seated. “I’ll complete my iknimaya.” You nod, finalizing your statement. 

“The next trip is in one week,” 

You nod. You have one week to fully prepare yourself and the people around you. If anything, you’ll retreat at the first sign you can’t do it. Still, you dread the trip. 

You and Neteyam decide not to bring your thanator back, scared of the commotion she may cause. You promise to return to her in the forest in the opening you met at, bidding her goodbye in the meantime. With one final reassuring pet, she runs off. 

The days creep by, anxiety beginning to find its hold over you for your upcoming rite of passage completion. 

“It's my day off from lessons, Neteyam!” You poke your tongue out at him as he peels open your hammock, giving you no other option but to fully wake up. The hammock, suspended on two branches of the home tree, sways hazardously as he kneels down. He's almost, he is, towering over your human form like this, poking and prodding you until you get up. 

“Just because it’s your day off doesn’t mean we can’t hang out. What, I have to make reservations now?” Neteyam jokes, beaming at you as you finally rise, easily jumping onto a nearby branch to get going. Even as you stretch out completely, he’s a solid 3 feet taller than you still. “I was thinking we can just chill today, though. Nothing crazy, no village duties.” 

“Your father let you off village duties?” 

“Well no, but-“ 

“He’s gonna end up hating me.” It’s half joking, half not. You stop walking, instead turning around to face him. “Go back,” You chuckle, pushing Neteyam’s stomach. There’s enough force for little imprints to appear in his skin, but not nearly enough to move the giant. “I'm serious, he’s gonna start blaming me for you being absent all the time.” 

“Hmmm,” Neteyam pretends to think for a moment, tapping his bottom lip. “No.” Before you have a chance to react, Neteyam easily grabs both of your wrists in one palm. With one easy motion, you’re being swung through the air before landing on his back. He chuckles as you smack his shoulder for endangering your life like that, swinging you over the open area of the home tree sleeping area. (Even though you know he’d never drop you, even accidentally.) “C’mon, don’t worry about him. I'll be the one answering anyway.” 

“I’m serious, you’re gonna get yourself in trouble. Like Lo’ak.” You chuckle, and he scoffs at the accusations. 

“Never in a million years,” While the two of you talk, Neteyam easily scales the home tree and arrives at the ikrans in no time at all. “Plus, we can’t get in trouble if he can’t find me.” 

“This is stupid, and you know it.” You smile hard despite all your scolding, a specialness filling your chest that Neteyam would want to spend your days with you, even though it meant trouble for him. Once again, he nonchalantly shakes his head before calling down his ikran, quickly calming her for your sake. 

“Come on, we only have all day.” He jokes, offering his palm for you to climb up. You still hate flying, especially as a human just because of the size and how scary trying to hold on is. (Balance isn’t your thing and Neteyam is basically an expert flyer, aka, crazy ass flyer.)  Still, you suck it up as he takes you to your destination. It's a familiar area, pretty river, pretty flowers, and nearby fruit trees that you’re for sure going to devour when the time comes. 

You beam, hopping down before Neteyam and running over to dip your feet in the clear water. If Neteyams is lucky, you won’t start a water fight the moment he walks over. He approaches with caution, attacked one too many times to not be. Even as no attack ensures, he’s still sure to sit down carefully in case there’s some other sneak attack waiting around the corner. 

Instead, you both sit and watch the water for a bit. It’s a comfortable silence, a shared one at that. “I made you something.” You speak softly, finally breaking the silence, nerves flashing across your face when Neteyam doesn’t look over right away. “Just a small thing, nothing serious.” 

“Sorry, the fish over there- you were saying?” 

“I made you something.” 

“No, no-“ 

“It’s already made, it’d be rude to not accept it.” You chuckle, beginning to dig through your medicinal pouch (That’s supposed to be used for plants and herbs.) Neteyam watches carefully as you pull out a riding visor, carefully braided and woven to very little details. The small wings that make up the visor are in perfect condition, not even a small crack on them. 

“I know you have one, but I feel bad about the wings I broke on it.” You chuckle, handing it over to him. You were once riding with him in your human form and felt uneasy. As you slipped off to one side, you instinctively reached up to him, breaking the fragile protective wings on his visor. As you place it in his hands, your hands linger against one another’s for just a moment too long before you pull away. “And one more thing.” 

“You shouldn’t have-“ 

“I wanted to, Neteyam. In my free time, or days where we couldn’t practice because you had work.” You interrupt him, watching the soft smile slowly spread across his face. “This is your last gift, so don’t get all excited, it’s nothing crazy.” 

“I will get excited, it’s from you.” Neteyam hums softly, watching as you prepare to present your gift. 

“Shut your eyes, don’t open until I say.”

“How is that fair!”

“Warriors honor!! Shut your eyes!” You giggle loudly, standing up next to Neteyam. You’re not much taller than him even when he sits, but neither of you mention it. “No peeking, or else I'm taking it back.” 

“Fineee,” He sighs, finally following along with your shenanigans. Finally, you pull out your gift. It’s a simple necklace in theory, however you modeled its design after traditional warrior necklaces that have gone out of trend in recent years. Small goosebumps spread across Neteyam’s skin as your fingertips graze his skin, jumping slightly as you gently move his kuru. 

“Sorry, sorry.” You quickly apologize, watching as the goosebumps spread across his nape. You didn’t even think before you did it, out of instinct. You finish quickly after that, wanting to put some distance in between you two. “Look in the water.” 

He does, a giant smile spread across his face when he finds your eyes again. “You made this for me?” 

“Of course, who else?” You giggle, reaching out to run your fingers across the beads. Neteyam catches your forearm before you have a chance to move away once more, accidentally jerking you forward into his arms. You land with a huff, Neteyam quickly wrapping you in his embrace. So small compared to him, fitting in his arms like nothing at all. Your skin is so soft against his, his fingertips easily making small indents in your arms where he holds you close. 

“Thank you Y/n.” Neteyam mumbles softly, eyes falling shut as he gets lost in holding you, your scent, your voice. His eyes peel open the slightest bit as you begin to shuffle, preparing to release you as soon as you make a move to. Instead, you’re reaching up, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hug him close. Your knees are resting on his thighs, having to kneel in order to even reach. He can feel your beaded top against his chest, feel your heartbeat if he focuses hard enough on it. He’s sure you can feel his too, now beating a million miles a second. 

“Of course, a warrior necklace for a mighty warrior,” You mumble, almost directly into his ear unintentionally, goosebumps spreading all along his body. He shudders, making you pull back softly, peering at him with a careful look. Suddenly, he’s even more aware of the proximity and you on his lap. 

“Sorry, I just got a chill. Must be because my father is looking for me,” He smiles, covering up for himself. You laugh softly, carefully climbing off and sitting back by the river. You lay down, sun washing over your skin. Neteyam’s eyes soak it all in, not a sight that’s very common. He joins you after a bit, talking about any random topic that comes to mind. 

“Nete, can I ask you something weird?” 

“Anything,” 

“What does your kuru feel like? I'm not sure if it’s different for me, but you seem to be much more sensitive.” You ask softly, scared of overstepping your welcome when it comes to his teaching. 

As he lays next to you, he’s acutely aware of how much larger his frame is. “Hm, I suppose I am sensitive. But only when I want to be, with people I want to be.” He answers, hinting slightly. He's more than aware it’s going to fly over your head. 

“Uhm. When Na’vi chooses their mate, and they, uhm mate, is it the same tsaheylu as our bond with animals? With our mounts?” 

“Hmm, I'm not sure. I haven’t been there yet.” He chuckles softly, but still does his best to answer. “I suppose they are connected in the same way, but you cannot control them as if you are on a mount. You cannot think about going, and expect the other to go. It’s more of a spiritual connection, being completely with the other. I suppose we also feel the other's sensations and emotions, but control is not the aspect of it.” 

“Why are you so sensitive with yours?” 

“It is my nervous system, if I wasn’t something would be seriously wrong.” He answers sarcastically, making the both of you laugh. 

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you, your eyes closing as you soak up the sun. 

“Neteyam?”

“Hm?”

“I'm scared.” It’s vulnerable and the truth, you’re terrified. “If I fall, will you catch me?” You’re completely dead serious, terrified of falling off the cliff. 

“Of course, I'll fly Seze.” He promises you. You sigh, nodding your head. 

The day slips through your grasp before you can even hold onto it for a second, night quickly approaching. You and Neteyam slowly make your way back to home tree, you much slower, as you purposely get further and further behind. Neteyam knows, and he could definitely guess why you’re acting so strange. He doesn’t push you, just slows down his pace tenfold to allow you to catch up and even pass him. Ever so observant, he watches as your fists clench tight as your feet come to a gradual stop. 

“Neteyam, spend tonight with me.” You rush, quickly. You quickly turn around to peer up at him, catching the small smile that’s already pulling at the corners of his mouth. Your fists are still clenched as you wait for his response to your borderline demand. 

“It doesn’t sound like you’re asking, demanding the future Olo'eyktan around?” Neteyam boasts, jokingly puffing out his chest before he’s dropping into a squat to be more eye-level with your form. “Y/n?” 

You almost knock him off balance as you ambush him, smaller body crashing against his as your arms fly around his neck. He regains his composure just as quickly, arms wrapping around you. “I'm scared.” You mumble against his ear, goosebumps shooting down his spine. “Just in case something happens.” You continue to mumble, borderline against his skin. “I want to spend tonight with you.” Your arms never loosen their hold, not giving him much leeway. 

“Nothing will happen, Y/n.” He reassures you, easily picking up both of your body weight as he stands. He doesn’t pry you away, instead he wraps his arms around your torso as he easily carries you through the branches. “I promise, you will do amazing.” He fights to reassure you, lips brushing against your ear. 

“You don’t know that.” 

“I do, I do.” He giggles softly, finally arriving at the sleeping hammocks after what feels like forever. (The close proximity is going straight to his head.) “You need rest though, my mighty warrior.” Neteyam gives you a wide grin as you pull away, smiling back softly at him. “I won’t leave you, if that’s what you want.'' He carefully maneuvers your weight into one arm, the other assisting him as he climbs into the hammock. Laying on his back, a content sigh slips through your lips as you rest on his chest. 

“Neteyam, if I fail, what will you do?” You mumble, avoiding his gaze as your head never lifts as you speak to him. 

“I will catch you.” He answers back almost immediately, not missing a single beat. It makes you smile, reassures you, calms your nerves just the slightest bit as he promises. 

“Neteyam?”

“You're supposed to shut your eyes, syulang.” He teases as you continue your questioning. 

“Can we go to the labs?” It's now Neteyam’s turn to ask questions, you never want to be in the lab. Never once have you asked to go there. 

“Huh?”

“My mask is annoying, I'm getting used to not having it on.” Okay, he supposes that makes sense. Eases his nerves that you’re falling into your more human side than that of the culture and of the people. He lets out a puff of air he didn’t realize he was holding, climbing onto his feet carefully with you still in his arms. He wobbles like an idiot climbing out, regaining his balance once his feet hit the tree branch. 

As always, Neteyam moves swiftly despite your weight remaining fixed to his back. You're tired, slowly slipping further and further down, making it hard for him to move as easily. “Y/n, you’re killing me,” Neteyam chuckles softly, reaching behind him to pull you up his back. He easily drops you onto his shoulders, continuing the fast pace he was previously at. He’s dumb, he definitely did not think this one through. Each movement has your legs clenching tightly, scared to fall from so high up. He can feel your warmth, so close. Each time you shuffle, he can smell you, so close it’s making him dizzy. Mustering all his strength up, he pushes on.

He thanks Eywa under his breath when he sets you down, still feeling the warmth on his shoulders where you once were. He hums softly as he grabs a mask, fiddling with the annoying thing as he places it over his head. He watches as you happily rip off your mask, rubbing at the red lines it left behind on your face. The lab is empty, everyone out for the night, likely sleeping up at high camp with the Avatar lab. Neteyam follows you loosely as you wander around, eventually slipping into a room. It’s small, for Neteyam. However, for you, the bed is giant as you plop dead in the middle of it. 

“Neteyammm,” You sing-song to him, beckoning him over on the small bed. He curls and concorts, knees coming up as you lay almost encircled by him. Your face is engulfed in a smile, hands reaching up to play with his hair. “Maybe after I become a warrior I’ll rebraid your hair. You’ve been so busy.” You mumble softly, continuing to play softly with it. Your fingers brush over his kuru, a shudder running down his spine before he can stop it. You’re so close, smell so good, so warm, it makes him 100% more sensitive, he thinks. “Sorry, sorry,” Your hands retract just as fast as his reaction happened. 

“No, no, it’s okay.” He reacts, stopping your hand before it has the chance to fully leave his head. “It’s okay, it’s not bad. You’re not doing anything wrong. You’re curious, it’s okay.” 

“Neteyam,”

“It’s okay,” He smiles softly, gently placing your hand back where it once was. He encourages you to do whatever you’d like, bending to your every will. He would, he does. Another shudder runs down his spine when your little hands graze over it once more, goosebumps spreading along his skin. He can see the apprehension on your face, uncertainty. “It doesn’t hurt, syulang. It’s just sensitive, a new feeling.” He hums, pressing his face into your neck, hiding the blush that begins to spread across his face and ears. 

You fill up his senses entirely, and he likes it. He wants you to. He bites back a softly whimper when your fingers trail down the braid, nose flat against your skin as he inhales. He can feel you warm up, feel himself warm up as well. His kuru seeks out your touch almost, wrapping around your fingers before you even realize it. Trying to make some form of tsaheylu, likely. Your fingers twitch slightly through the exposed part of his nerves, gaining confidence as you brush through them carefully, watching for any pained noises. Neteyam cant bite back the whimper when you carefully wrap your fingers around it, entangling back. He pitifully moans against your skin, embarrassment coursing through his veins as he refuses to meet your eyes. 

“You need to rest, mighty.” Neyetam hums against your skin, afraid if he glances into your eyes now it would be too much for him, he’d give in. Another shiver runs, this time just from the thought of you, your skin, the proximity of your bodies as he curls around your form on the bed. “Let’s rest for tomorrow.” He can feel you nod, carefully moving your hands away from his kuru. He’s about to mourn the loss of contact, maybe even complain, before you’re running your fingers with his braids, holding his head close. Everything is good. 

You thank Eywa for the blessing that makes Neteyam not look at you, you’d surely be read like a book. Face red, lips bitten bright red, slick with saliva. Thank Eywa. 

You wake up with dread, genuine dread. Terror racks your body the whole trip. Not at the thought of scaling the mountain, or climbing the vines. At the thought of failing. Neteyam has so much faith in you, you don’t know what you’d do if you were to fail. You can almost feel the disappointment rolling from him. Shaking the thought from your head, you continue climbing the hard rock, pulling yourself out of autopilot. Neteyam whoops every now and then, encouraging you and the other group of warriors you’ve traveled with. It's nice, knowing he’s close, but terrifying at the same time. 

As you come to the opening of the cave, just before you cross over, your heart drops. Seze comes into your view, landing and allowing Neteyam off. 

He presses his fingers to his forehead, greeting everyone in the surrounding area. You all follow along, greeting your future leader. “I will not be watching, I'll be on lookout. Just in case.” He announces to the group, watching as the dread still doesn’t leave your face. He announces you’ll go last, trying to make you feel better. It fails, miserably. But you don’t tell him. 

When it’s finally your turn, he comes back to the mountain, beginning to carefully walk you underneath the waterfall. People have failed today, scurrying back underneath the water in a desperate attempt to miss the near-death attack. They all come back ashamed, disappointed, and you’ve done your best to reassure them. Of course, some also succeeded, flying off with loud cheers and chants cheering them on. 

“Neteyam, if I think I’m going to die, I am going back.” It’s dead serious, eyes dead serious, as you stare back at him. You’re scared, and he knows it, but you’re trying desperately to hide it all. “I don’t want you to be disappointed, but I'm scared.” 

“I understand,” Neteyam nods, “I am not going further, I have to get back to Seze. I will be close,” You know he will, you know it. Carefully inching closer, most of the ikrans are already scattered, scared off by ten other hunters. The entire process is a blur, fear and adrenaline taking over your mind. You can barely remember what happened as you force your tsaheylu to connect, terrified pants calming out. 

You briefly hear Neteyam’s chants fill your ears, hands pressing against your face in excitement. “What happened?” It's a genuine question. You can’t remember. 

“Once you captured it, it did not fight. You didn’t have to lock it down.” He answers, a crazy look coming over his face as if he’s realizing something. As the adrenaline begins to mellow out, your brain begins working again. 

“I have to fly, Neteyam move,” You demand, his hands still carefully holding your head in his palms as he forces you to look at him. 

“Yes, yes. Fly, I’ll follow.” He smiles, ducking out of the way. He can hear the shriek that leaves your lips as you take off, the sound bouncing off the nearby rock. His feet are sprinting as quickly as possible over the wet rock, finding Seze and taking off just as quickly to search for you. You’re doing decent, still shaky, but alive when he finds you. You grieve the absence of a proper saddle and hold, Neteyam more than aware as he laughs at you. 

“IT'S HARD!” You scream over the wind, voice just barely making its way to his ears. 

“YOU DID IT!” He’s screaming back, a giant smile plastered across his face. The hours tick by quicker than he would’ve liked, signaling for you to follow as he leads you back to home tree. He supposes it’s because you went last, the time seemingly running past him. As you land in the top branches of the home tree, your unsteady legs buckle as you make contact with the mossy branch, toppling down. 

“I’m tired,” Is all you offer, disconnecting your kuru as you allow your ikran to perch wherever she pleases. Neteyam lets out a hearty laugh as he reaches to pick you back up. 

“You did it, I told you you were ready,” He smiles, the smile taking up his entire face. His arms wrap around you, pulling you into his embrace in a flurry. Your legs still feel weak, but you muster enough strength to wrap your arms back around him. “Come, we must meet with the others for dinner, announce it to the clan,” He blurts, excitement running through his veins for you. A giant smile spreads across your face as you agree, following him down with interlocked pinkies. 

As you make it down, Neteyam lets out a loud whoop, announcing your success. Cheers and chants follow, everyone beginning to congratulate and praise you. Your official ceremony will be held in a week, commemorating and celebrating your achievement of having your place within the people. Neteyam is busy telling everyone the story, voice bubbling with excitement, growing in volume as he gets to the good parts. You beam beside him, listening. You couldn’t tell it anyway, you partially blanked. 

Some of the elder members of the clan have a look you can’t quite decipher, unsure of what it means. You choose not to ask, scared of getting an answer you don’t actually want. For once, you choose ignorance. 

Eventually the commotion begins to die down, everyone beginning to eat as usual. Neteyam practically begs you to eat with them as always, but Neytiri has the same look that so many others have given you. “Thank you, Nete, but I’m really worn out,” You offer softly, placing your hand on his bicep to try and calm him. He offers you a sad, kicked puppy look, but it didn’t work. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” You smile, beginning to make your way back to the hammocks. 

“Child,'' Neytiri speaks softly once you depart, swooping Neteyam away for a brief moment. He knows he’s going to get some sort of lecture, good or bad, so he follows without saying another word. “She is special, no?” She asks, plain and simple. They both know the answer to this, Neteyam’s ears pinning in worry. 

“…No.” Fear leads him as he lies. 

“Neteyam.” It is kind but firm. 

“She has something.” Is all he offers. He doesn’t know what it really is, but he knows it’s something. “Does that matter?” He avoids her gaze in worry. 

“No, no. It doesn't matter. But it's something to be noted and watched, you know that.” She speaks, gently placing her hands on his shoulders. “Is she something special…to you?” She asks delicately, placing a careful hand over his heart as she asks. 

“I'm…not sure.” He answers honestly. 

Neytiri nods. She also knows the answer to that question, but figured she’d ask anyway. “Come, my child, let’s eat.” She smiles warmly, leading him back. He earns a lot of “ouuuus” from his siblings when he gets back, assuming he got in trouble. 

He hisses softly, resuming his natural place with his family as he begins eating. 

The days once again fly by before he can even think too long about it, a sturmbeest hunt following just days after your iknimaya. 

“Come with us, Y/n,” Neteyam pleads alongside Lo’ak, begging you to come to the hunt with them. Your small human frame is still wiping the sleep from your eyes, glaring up at him as you devour your fruit. You pop your mask back on as you chew, the mask becoming more and more frustrating as you grow accustomed to your Avatar body. 

“I can't hunt and fly at the same time, I'm not good at flying yet.” You answer genuinely, allowing your neck to relax as you look down, no longer peering up. 

“You can be our lookout,” Lo’ak offers, also wanting you desperately to come along. He knows he hasn’t talked to you much, and as he watches his brother fall head over heels for you, he’s determined to grow closer. 

You huff loudly, eyes still all squinty from sleep. You struggle up to your feet, the two blue boys giant next to you. “I'll meet you guys by the ikrans,” You whine, beginning to lazily make your way to the labs for link. 

“Yay yay yay!” Lo’ak and Neteyam chant, easily lifting you and absolutely spriting you to the labs. You scream and laugh, body jostled around as if you weighed absolutely nothing to them. Your ribs hurt from laughing as they arrive at the shack, placing you down in front of the front door. They usher you inside. 

“We’ll be at the tree,” Neteyam smiles, waving as you step inside. They both take off before the door even closes all the way. You can only laugh as you imagine them going crazy, sprinting up the tree branches. Just as you imagined, when you finally get up there, both boys are panting and disheveled, bowed over at the hips as they fight for air. 

“Skxawngs,” You laugh wildly, a giant smile on your face as you call your ikran down. She’s calm as you connect, quickly rising and falling backwards as you wait for the other two. 

The hunt goes smoothly as possible. Some shots are always missed, some Navi and their pa’li are always knocked over, some sturmbeests are wounded but not killed, always a tragedy. You watch Neteyam and Lo’ak very closely, terrified that one of them was going to get themselves in some sort of trouble or hurt. Neteyam lands a hit on one, the arrow not deep enough to kill the giant male just get. You’re a considerable distance ahead, flying further in front. 

“Y/N, SHOOT! THE BIG MALE!” His voice screams to you, wanting to put the animal down with as little pain as possible. You let out an annoyed growl as you draw your bow as quickly as possible, using the wind to whip back as quickly as possible. Your arrow is aimed and shot quickly, the male about to run past where you’re flying, charging wildly. Your arrow hits on the same area, successfully knocking the prize winner down. 

You, Neteyam, and Lo’ak cheer loudly, flying quickly next to one another as the adrenaline courses through your veins. Lo’ak screams in english, Neteyam in Navi, and you in a weird mix of the two. You're met by the people with loud calls and cheers, celebration soon to be underway as you bring in the prize kills. 

“Y/n, come to the ceremony with me tonight.” Neteyam calls you softly as you feed your ikran, tending carefully to her. He watches as you loosen the saddle and reins, allowing your ikran to have more ability and flexibility while you’re not riding. 

“The ceremony, with you? Are you courting me?” You chuckle softly. You know the culture, he knows you know the culture. Even at your accusation, the both of you giggle and brush it aside. 

“You? Of course not. I'm giving you the gracious opportunity to take your Avatar to a ceremony, and just so happen to go with the clan leader's son.” 

“Uhhhh huh.” 

“Seriously, you’d be missing out if you don’t.” 

“Fine, I suppose I will.” 

The night is hectic, fermented juice being passed around like no one’s business, dance, games, and food all being shared among the clans members. You’re a topic of conversation, everyone inquiring about your appearance in your Avatar and not how you normally show up. Even still, it’s a good time. Everything goes generally as planned, until Tarsen approaches you later in the night, smooth voice talking with you. 

He's sweet, and you suppose he’s just as accomplished as Neteyam in terms of earning their place within the clan. You know he’s respectful and hardworking, but besides that you’ve never really talked to him. 

“You look very beautiful tonight.” A giant smile spreads across your face before you even have a chance to stop it fully. “Please, allow me to get a drink with you.” You have no chance in hell, nodding like an idiot as he takes your hand to help you up off your seat. The drinks are strong, making you warm in seconds flat. 

“How is the ceremony going for you, Tarsem?” You smile softly, turning to listen to his answer. He steps a bit closer as he talks to you, leaning forward to tell you about his day in your ear. There’s small goosebumps spreading across your arms from the proximity, listening nevertheless to him. It takes a lot of effort to not jump when his tail comes to wrap around your waist, a classic courting gesture. He's bragging to you about his kill in the hunt, and your mind begins to wander to yours and Neteyam’s joint kill. 

“Y/n?” You turn to find the voice, losing your balance temporarily as you search. “Can I have this dance?” Neteyam appears out of nowhere, standing up straighter and broad in front of you. 

“Nete! Of course!” Once again, your balance falters as you step towards him. You quickly mumble a string of apologies to Tarsem, promising to come back as you excuse yourself from him. Neteyam’s chest rumbles as you fall towards him, finally breaking free of Tarsem’s hold on your waist. “Let's go!” 

He waits until you get away from the table to speak once again, “Are you drunk? You’ve been drinking?” 

“Yes, well no. Tarsem wanted to drink with me, but that’s it.” You struggle, beginning to make your way over to the clan's traditional dance line. Your hand reaches for Neteyam, pulling him along to follow. He stands in place, solid as a rock despite your pleading. Your costume makes soft clicking sounds as the beads and feathers move, a pretty hanging assortment that Neteyam had gifted you. Before arriving at the ceremony, you realized you had no ceremony outfits for your Avatar, only for your human body. It sits on your shoulders, connecting at your wrists to almost resemble wings hanging down. 

“And his tail?” His jaw is clenched hard. 

“Neteyam? What’s wrong?” You finally give up trying to pull him to the dance, it’s clear he doesn’t actually care to dance at this moment. There's a small frown on your face that Neteyam threatens to crumble under. He pulls his composure together, reaching out and pulling you close by your elbow. 

“He was courting after you, and you let him.” Neteyam mumbles, eyes searching yours for answers. 

“I didn't think you’d mind…you said we were just going to give me a chance to use my Avatar, Nete.” You sigh, confusion evident. “You’re confusing me, really badly. I don't understand why you’re upset. Please, can we just dance??” 

Neteyam once again doesn’t budge. Even in your Avatar body, his strength easily overpowers yours and he’s suddenly an unmoving force. The two of you are away from the crowd, able to talk more freely and hide from any peering eyes. “Would you have continued?” Neteyam grits, unable to hold eye contact with you as he peers down. 

“What do you mean? What are you accusing me of?” 

“Would you have mated?” 

“Neteyam! What are you on about?” You slur your speech, balance losing temporarily as you fall forward into him. He catches you despite technically being upset. “I’m not mating with anybody, the person I want doesn't want me. He told me so today,” You drunkenly babble, arms wrapping around his neck as you hold yourself up. “Told me he won’t go to the ceremony with me in that way, doesn’t want to court me.” Your costume tangles with him as his arms come to wrap around your waist, the proximity going to his head. 

“He told you that, huh?” Neteyam feels his face heat, knowing who you’re talking about. You lift slightly onto your tiptoes, pushing yourself closer against his chest. “I think you should tell him that.” 

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” Your words came out mumbled, “He’s a really busy guy, you know? Don’t wanna be an inconvenience.” You continue, and Neteyam can feel his heart contract a bit. 

“You’re not an inconvenience.” 

“Hmmm,” You hum, goosebumps sprouting against his skin. “Can we dance, Nete. Please?” You ask again, beginning to untangle yourself from him. He mourns the loss of closeness, holding tight to your hand in his. Your face is bright pink, but you still lock eyes with him. “Come, let’s dance in the ceremony,” You softly pull, this time Neteyam moves with, giving in. The two of you dance and sing, play some of the games, share food as you begin to settle down for the night. You’re holding the leaf on your lap, you and Neteyam both picking from it here and there. 

Unknown to you, Tarsem is making his way over, ready to ask about your promise of returning to him. Neteyam locks eyes, giving him a heavy glare that’s almost unmistakable even in an inebriated state. To solidify his claim, he’s moving closer to you, legs now pressed together, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. He gets the message loud and clear, turning around and beginning to make his way elsewhere. 

“Nete, I’m tired,” You call his attention back without realizing, head falling onto his shoulder. “Can I go back to home tree? You can stay if you need to, future Olo'eyktan,” You smile, beginning to stand as you hand him the leaf in case he’s sticking around. “I’ll see you for our lessons, yeah?” 

“I’ll walk you back,” He’s quick to offer, wanting to make sure you get back safely, and by yourself. Neteyam does as promised, safely walking you back to home tree to allow your Avatar to rest. He thinks hard, would your human body remember what you said and did? Are you going to steer clear of him now? You’re beyond wobbly, scaring Neteyam half to death as you wobble side to side on the tree branches. Your body has enough muscle memory to easily guide you to the hammock, still, Neteyam gasps hard as you freely jump into an open one. “Oh Eywa! Y/n!” He scolds. 

You laugh softly, peering up at him. “Goodnight, Nete. Get back safe okay?” You lazily smile, gently pulling at the edge of the leaf to cover yourself. You’re out quickly, body exhausted. Neteyam is now racing on foot to the lab to check on human you. 

“Y/n?” He calls as he walks through the lab, struggling with the mask as he holds it. 

“Neteyam? You should probably get back to the ceremony,” You mumble, stretching your legs and arms out. He smiles softly as the beads clink together, “People are probably waiting on you.” 

“Yeah, but you should get some rest. I wanted to make sure you’re okay, you drank a lot.” 

“I suppose it doesn’t cross over, that’d be weird if it did. I don’t remember much though,” You smile, a bit embarrassed that you can’t remember the ceremony that Neteyam took you to. 

“I see, I see.” He nods, “Here, I’ll run you up to home tree so you can get some sleep.” Neteyam smiles as he offers, turning around and squatting to offer his back. You climb on, wrapping your legs around his torso as much as possible given his size. Neteyam takes you there easily, jumping, climbing, and scaling the tree with little to no difference with you on him. He's careful as he climbs into a leaf, allowing you to climb off of his back. You laugh as he wobbles in it as he tries to get up around you. 

“Careful, you’ll knock both of us out,” You smile, grabbing his arm where he’s trying to push himself up without leaning too far to one side. He can only balance with both arms, awkwardly placed on either side of your head, your smaller frame engulfed by his much bigger one. 

Neteyam makes the mistake of looking, his body easily covering yours entirely, your face bright red as you bite on your lips, avoiding eye contact. Your small hand grips hard as you balance yourself, not helping. He's so close he can practically smell the heat rolling off of you. “Sorry, Sorry! I’m just, this is, it’s fragile,” He stutters, his own face warming. He wants to stay here, like this, with you. He's sure you can see the blush on his ears, stuttering like an idiot when he accidentally looks in between both of your bodies. But he can’t, so he reluctantly climbs away, barely making it to the tree branch. “I’ll see you soon,” He grits out, closing the hammock for you. 

Neteyam knows he should go back to the ceremony, make his rounds as the chief's son. But he has a bigger issue at hand, said issue? In between his legs. 

Your’s and the other warrior’s ceremony is quick to come, your body being painted traditionally for it. White paint is drug along your torso and face, finger paths making pretty even lines. You begged Kiri to help you, knowing she’d be the most careful and intricate. As she drags her fingers over your lips, the both of you giggle wildly. Tuk, who joined the both of you for fun, stares at you with stars in her eyes. 

“Y/n, I have a gift for you,” Kiri speaks, springing up and running off. She comes back quickly. She comes back with a decently sized box. “It’s for tonight.” 

Your heart aches as you open it, a giant smile spread across your face. “You didn’t have to-“ 

“It's not just from me.” 

Its beautiful ceremonial pieces, bottoms, a top, accessories galore, and a few pieces to decorate your hair with. “Most were woven and made by Neteyam,” Kiri almost whispers, a knowing smile spread across her face at the confession. 

“I see…” You smile, trying to avoid the blush that threatens to come across you. Kiri is very receptive, even more so to you since she’s known you for so long. “They’re beautiful, I’ll be sure to talk to him and thank him later tonight,” 

Kiri smiles, “I'm sure he’d like that a lot.” She nods, climbing to her feet. She offers her hands, helping you up. “Me and Tuk will leave you to get ready,” 

You thank her repeatedly as she leaves. You kiss the top of Tuk’s head goodbye when she complains about leaving, promising her you’ll see her later. Getting changed makes your stomach flip wildly, nerves beginning to set in for the night. Everyone is busy with their preparations, running wildly around the tree. Dressed and painted, you make your way down. 

Neteyam spots you immediately, having to run off to help with preparations. His mind is filled with you, just the brief glimpse he caught. He tells himself to distance himself, too scared that once he’s in your grasp he won’t be able to break himself away. He watches the entire night, eyes never once leaving your frame. Hours fly by like minutes, too entranced in the way you dance, speak, sing, smile, interact, everything about you. You can feel his stare, burning into your skin. He watches as you join in the dances, accept praise and congratulations, turn down courting and mate offers left and right. His eyes never leave once. 

“Sa’nu,” Neteyam soft voice catches Neytiri’s attention, quickly walking off with him. Far enough away from everyone else, Neteyam speaks freely. “I am going to ask Y/n to be my mate tonight.” His voice is firm and strong. He's not asking in the slightest, he is telling her. 

Neytiri nods softly, fighting the smile that pulls at the corner of her lips. “She will make a good mate for you, my eldest.” He smiles, reaching to softly cup his face. 

Neteyam nods, “I know.” The two of them walk back to the party, Neteyam standing much stronger, more confident as he searches for you once again. 

“Syulang,” Neteyam calls, watching as your head immediately turns towards him. His heart beats hard. “Are you having fun?” He asks softly when you make your way over, a glow radiating off of you. 

“Yes, I am. Are you having fun?” You smile back, sitting with him on one of the logs. 

“Yes, I am.” He nods. 

“Watching me? Because I haven't seen you do much else,” You tease softly, leaning forward towards him as you speak. It’s the truth, he hasn’t done much else. 

“Yes, making sure you’re safe,” He nods, coming up with an excuse that’s semi-believable. 

“My warrior, forever and always being my lookout,” You grin at him, thinking about when he first promised to be your extra set of eyes, keeping you out of harm's reach. A couple of braids fall from behind his ear as he shuffles slightly. Before you’re thinking, you reach forward, gently tucking them behind his ear. 

The grin on his face is irreplaceable, his hand gently reaching for your wrist before you can pull away. He softly pulls your hand down, kissing the pads of your fingers softly. “Y/n? I want to show you something, whenever you’re ready to go.” He gently releases your wrist after pressing another kiss to your pinky, your extra finger that makes you different. 

Your mind goes numb, essentially, eyes widening as you stare at the man in front of you. “Ye-yes. I was going to get going soon anyway,” You mumble, not entirely the truth but you digress. He grins, a love-sick grin as he’s the first to get up. He offers his palm, smiling even more when you take it. 

“You are one of the people now, physically and spiritually now.” Neteyam begins as the two of you run through the forest, taking turns passing one another in brief sprints. The two of you laugh like dummies, leaping and hopping over logs. “Eywa has heard you, acknowledged you.” He continues, slowing his pace when he approaches his destination. It's the tree of voices, a place you know from stories and pictures. You’ve never visited yourself, never being able to connect or truly listen. “These trees are our people. We connect with them through here, hear their voices, listen to their stories.” Neteyam speaks softly as he walks through the trees. “It is one of our most sacred places. It is our memories, our history.” 

Neteyam’s voice is honey to your ears, watching his actions closely. His movements stop, reaching to gather a few of the branches and bringing them to himself. Reaching for his braid, he connects his tswin. You watch him, unsure of if you should follow. Neteyam smiles, nodding towards you to follow when you don’t immediately mirror him. You follow, connecting. It’s different than anything else, your pupils grow giant, listening to the voices, stories, songs. Goosebumps grow all along your body, eyes falling closed as you listen to the advice of mothers passed down for thousands of generations. 

“Y/n,” Neteyam speaks softly, hands gently taking your elbows in his hold. Your eyes peel open, gently pulling your kuru away. “I have a gift for you,” 

“Neteyam-“ 

“It’s already made.” He uses your own logic against you from the past. You giggle softly, following him to the soft grass when he sits. He tenderly presents a necklace in his palms, holding it with both hands as he presents it to you. “It’s for you, marking our training together.” Neteyam explains nervously, feeling his tail flick wildly behind him in anxiety. 

“You shouldn’t have, you already made me my outfit Nete.” Your voice grows soft as you scooch closer to him, leaning in to examine the necklace in his hands. 

“This is the first day, where we spent all day in the forest. This is when you learned archery, your first clean kill, bonding with Midnight, your iknimaya, your kill in the sturmbeest festival, your celebration tonight.” He explains each of the beads, face warming as you continue to draw closer to one another. There's one remaining, a soft pink stone. 

“Which is this one?” You ask, reaching and pointing. 

“This one…is to represent tonight,” Neteyam mumbles, extremely soft. Your eyes catch one another’s for a brief moment, breaking off when you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. “The trees, the people, us.” 

“Neteyam, it’s too sweet,” Your voice is smooth and heavenly to him, hands holding his bicep firmly. You then release him, turning your back so he can place it onto you. His touch makes goosebumps spread anywhere they brush, a shudder going down your spine. Your fingers reach to feel it, “It’s perfect, Nete,” You mumble as you turn back and face him. Your hands find his shoulders naturally, eyes connecting. 

“I see you, Y/n.” He mumbles, hands once again falling to hold your arms where they rest on him. 

“Neteyam, you see me, I see you.” You mumble softly, your hands gently cupping his face in your palms as you shuffle closer to where he’s kneeled. He smiles, leaning his head into your hold and almost nuzzling into you. There's a rumble in his chest, a purr as you always call it, as he feels so completely intent in your hold. He always denies purring with a passion when anyone else brings it up, but you, sure, he’d purr for you. “Nete, I see you.” You speak again, sitting so close that your knees are between one another. 

“You’ve grown up here, you know the culture. After coming of age, all of the people are permitted to make their bow or weapon, and find their mate if they wish to." Neteyam speaks softly to you, pressing his forehead to yours. “You may do this as you wish, with whoever you wish.” Neteyam’s chest tightens as his mind goes to Tarsem. 

“With whoever I wish?” You ask softly, pulling your head back slightly. Neteyam looks confused, eyes squinting in confusion at your move. “What are the conditions of, “whoever?” I feel that some people are definitely off limits.”

“Who is off limits to you?” Neteyam mumbles, his hands dropping down from your elbows to the ground behind him, holding his torso up. 

“Hmmmm,” You pretend to think for a couple of moments, tapping your chin as Neteyam makes himself comfortable, now sitting as he rests on his palms. He looks especially handsome, the smallest look of smugness on his face. He’s almost beckoning you closer, inviting you onto his lap as he sprawls out in front of you. “Olo'eyktan, he’s definitely off limits. Hmmm, I think the future Olo'eyktan is also off limits.” 

“Yeah? Did he tell you that it’s off limits?” His confidence grows even more, chest booming. Finally, he reaches forward, hands finding your waist and finally pulling you close once more. Your knees are on either side of his thighs, hovering over his lap. “I think that the future Olo'eyktan has already chosen his mate though, a very special person, someone who he didn’t think he’d be with right now.” Neteyam speaks gently as he continues to pull you close, allowing you to sit on his lap. 

“So if he’s already chosen his mate, then he IS off limits.” You continue the game you’re playing, a giant smile spread across your face as your thumb rubs along his cheek. Finally caving in, you speak again “You really think the future Olo'eyktan would want to be with me? A little human?” You giggle like a school girl gossiping, pretending that you weren’t talking directly to him. 

“I think he would, definitely. In fact, I know he would.” Neteyam speaks, leaning forward and gently connecting your lips. You pause for a moment to relish in the moment, soft lips pressed against one another, breathing mixing together. You’re the first to move, sliding your lips against his. You can feel the rumbling growing in Neteyam’s chest, the purring that you love so much coming out. Moving closer, your chests press flush together, his arms wrapping around your back. 

The kiss consumes you, lights your skin on fire as his palms trail along your skin. It feels like your oxygen has been stolen from your lungs, Neteyam greedily taking it as he kisses you harder. Your hands find the back of his head, pulling him closer if it’s even possible at this point. You break the kiss, panting heavily as you fight to fill your lungs with air. 

“Nete, I can't. I can't be Tsahìk, I cannot lead the people.” You pull away, hands still cupping his face. Neteyam presses his cheek into your hold, a gentle smile plastered across his face. Your heart aches, thumbs gently rubbing across his cheeks. “You should look elsewhere-“

“You have a bond with Eywa, I see her with you all the time. You and the forest, her children, your mount, they are all special. You can. You have helped my grandmother from the day she allowed you to, you know how to heal and help. But if you don’t wish to, we will be simple weavers together-“ 

“Don’t.” Your voice cuts him off.

“Okay, hunters,”

“Neteyam!” 

“Songwriters?” 

“You have worked your whole life training, ensuring your place as leader. You will likely take over in just a few years time. I will not let you throw it away for me.” 

“I don't want to lead the people, if not with you.” He answers completely honestly, leaning forward to press your forehead together. “That life is not worth living.” His eyes fall closed as he relishes the feeling of your hold, holding him so closely, so delicately. “It is not the life I want. I don’t want to lead if you’re not by my side.” 

“Only if you want to, no pressure,” Neteyam mumbles against your lips. One of his palms leaves your skin, instead beginning to reach behind him for his tswin. He pulls it over his shoulder, resting it there and waiting for your reaction. Reaching back for yours, it’s a choice you’ve already made long before now. “Y/n, I see you.” Neteyam mumbles, trailing down his braid and watching as you mirror him. “I see you, I see every form of you, every body, my sweet mate.'' Connecting your kuru’s sends electricity down your spine, both of your pupils dilating as the connection is sealed, releasing your kurus. 

“Neteyam,” You mumble, hands immediately wrapping themselves around him and pulling him as close as possible. Your breathing is heavy, chest heaving against his as you stare into his eyes, both of your pupils giant. Your lips crash together, body seated securely on Neteyam’s lap as he pulls you close. “I need you, haaa fuck, I need you Neteyam.” You whine softly against his lips, pulling roughly on the ties around his hips. 

“I know, paskalin, I know.” Neteyam mumbles against your lips, reaching down to pull your hands back up. He places a soft kiss on your palm, “Relax, pretty. Wanna make you feel good, please you.” Neteyam speaks, hands wrapping around to hold your back. He's extremely strong, pushing both of your weights up to gently place you on your back. 

“Neteyam,” You whine, reaching back to try to pull at his ties. He easily dodges your prying fingers, pinning your hands to the soft moss underneath you. 

“Patience, Y/n,” He speaks softly but firm, “Want to do it right, want to mate you right,” He mumbles, beginning to kiss along your skin. An involuntarily whimper leaves when he makes his way down your neck, slowly getting closer and closer to where you need his touch. You pull softly on his grip, unable to break it. “Make you feel good, so you never want anyone else,”

“I don’t, never Neteyam,” Your voice breaks off into a whine as he nips at the soft flesh on your chest, reaching to untie your top. Goosebumps spread across your skin as he touches as he pleases, hands trailing from your thighs, up to your breast, and then back down to your thighs. Teasing, he’s teasing you. You whine as you squeeze his hips in between your thighs, pulling him closer. “I’ve only ever wanted you.” 

“You mean that?” He asks softly as he carefully takes a breast in his mouth, tongue gently lapping. He watches your reaction, gauges what you don’t like and do, and adjusts all of his movements perfectly. As he nips, a small cry falls past his lips. “You didn’t answer me, yawne.”

“Yes, yes I mean that.” You answer, body steadily heating as he makes his way in between your thighs, kneading the soft flesh. 

“So soft.” He bums to you, placing his head on your thighs as if they were a pillow. He's still teasing, unmoving as he looks up at you from where you want him. 

“Nete,” Your voice breaks, reaching down to pull softly at his braids, growing impatient. His palms rub along your skin soothingly, moving from your outer thighs, up to your hips where he grabs and holds. “Please, take it off,” You plead as be toys with the ties on the side of your hip, twirling them around his finger. 

“Of course, pretty.” Neteyam finally caves in, pulling your loincloth off carefully. You feel his heartbeat increase, pupils growing even more. Your adrenaline masks your embarrassment, wanting him more than ever. Neteyam peers up at you, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches your reaction. His breath fans over you, making your thighs tighten where they sit on his shoulders. “So pretty, so beautiful.” He mumbles, lightly licking along your heat. 

You can feel the lightning shoot up your back, a moan ripping through your throat. You can feel him inhale hard, nose pressed flat against your skin as he breathes in deeply. “Neteyam! Don’t!”

“Too good,” He ignores you, breathing in your scent in deep, greedy gulps. He ignores your whining, face buried as deep as possible into your cunt. 

“Neteyam, you need to rel-AH!” His arms wrap tight around your waist, dragging you along the ground. He pulls your hips easily up to his face, now kneeling and sitting on his feet. “Eywa, Nete,” A moan travels through the trees as you balance on your upper back, hands reaching down to grab his knees to try and talk sense into him. Your nails dig where they can reach, Neteyam lost to you as he licks, sucks, and flicks along your clit with ease you would expect from someone experienced. 

“Need you,” He moans into your pussy, only worsening your circumstances as he sends you closer to the edge. He moans into you, enjoying eating you out as if he was being pleasured currently. Your moans are impossible to hold back, whimpering, moaning, and crying out his name. “Taste better than, fuck, anything I’ve ever bad,” He growls, tightening his hold, folding his arms more. 

It’s ridiculous, how you’re positioned, completely helpless from his assault. Your knees are resting on his shoulder, accidentally flexing and sending you grinding against his face, a loud moan coming from both of you. “Do it again, ride my face,” Neteyam growls softly. 

You whimper as you do so, flexing your legs and consistently pulling your pussy across his face. When your legs begin shaking too badly to continue at the same pace, he picks up the slack for you. “Going to cum,” You cry, nails digging in deeper, beginning to break skin. He doesn’t even register the pain, desperate to get you there. 

“Cum, cum on my tongue,” He growls, never slowing his ministrations. You whimper as he pushes you closer and closer, legs beginning to tighten around his head. 

“Cumming, Nete,” You cry, head falling against the soft moss as you do so. Your legs tighten around his head, holding him there as you ride out the orgasm. They finally loosen when the overstimulation kicks in, unable to remain locked down. 

“So good, so pretty for me,” Neteyam coos, carefully moving your body so you’re once again laying flat on the ground. His palms soothe over your thighs, rubbing the shakes out where they sit around his hips. “So good, such a perfect mate for me, such a perfect girl,” He mumbles. 

“Nete, need you,” You whine, using the last bit of your strength to sit up. Your hands push softly at his shoulders, switching the positions as you straddle his hips once more. His loin cloth is stretched, body wanting you more than he could ever tell you. Your lips crash against his, tasting yourself on his face. Heat immediately spreads across your cheeks, slight embarrassment, as you fumble with his ties. This time, he lets you. 

“You okay, pretty?” Neteyam coos as you untie him, eyes never leaving your face. His hands slide along your hips, making their way in between your thighs once again. “Are you going to be able to take me, hmm?” His voice has a slight teasing tone, but you know there’s concern underneath it as well. Your head falls forward as he slowly sinks a finger into your heat, allowing your face to nestle in his shoulder. 

“I want you, Neteyam. I want your cock,” You complain softly, body aching with want. 

“I know, but I don't want you to hurt yourself,'' Neteyam has a purr rumbling in his chest. He cares for you, so deeply, even as he tortures himself with the amount of restraint he’s exercising. Another whine is pulled past your lips as another finger slips in, curling to hit just right. “There it is, there you go,” Neteyam coos as you turn to putty in his hold, fingers exactly where you need him. He stretches you thoroughly, to his liking. Pleasure shoots through your spine, mind melting. “Okay, you got this,” He smiles at you, fingers rubbing comforting circles on your hips. 

Your shaky hands line him up, excitement and nerves shooting through your body. Your breathing is uneven as you sink down, panting as you sink down to the base, hips pressed together. “Fuck, fuck,” Neteyam pants, one of his hands holding your hips and encouraging you to grind against him. It draws soft moans from the two of you, the spiritual and physical connection between the two of you making your mind feel fuzzy, almost numb. “You’re doing so good for me, my sweet mate. Taking me so well, taking it so well.” He encourages, gently rocking up into you. 

“My mate, my mighty warrior.” You pant, gathering all of the strength you still have to rock yourself along his cock, doing your best to take all of him each time. Neteyam feels feral as you pant on top of him, thighs shaking on either side of his hips. Only he can make you feel like this, only he can see you in this state, all for him. You’re taking him so well, so warm and welcoming as you coax him inside with each thrust. You’re so close, holding his body completely flush against yours. All of his senses are full of you, one hand holding your back and the other has a death grip on your hip. 

“So good to me, all for me, only for me.” Neteyam continues to encourage you, your whimpers and mewls filling his ears as you hide in his shoulder. Possessiveness grows, consumes him as you shudder into him, his sweet mate. He's never felt like this, his skin hot, a strong desire growing in his chest. 

“Want to cum, Nete.” You’re so sensitive, so hot just because of him. You whimper, words slurred as you fight to think even the slightest bit straight. Your arms are wrapped around him for purchase, the only thing providing you stability as you grind down on his cock. Your small whimpers and moans fill your ears, making you flush red in embarrassment. Biting them back, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip is the best you can manage. Neteyam picks it up instantly, both due to your connection and his ears alerting him.

“What is it, my mate?” Neteyam draws, not able to use the term enough. “Not feeling good anymore?” The confidence and smugness oozes from each work, he knows the answers to his questions before he even asks. “Don’t want to give me your little whines anymore?” Neteyam knows what he’s doing, punctuating the end of his sentence with a gentle snap up of his hips. A broken sob falls from your lips, mewls and whines quickly following it. “There she is, are you going to come for me? Let me hear you, yawne. Use me to make yourself feel good, pretty.” 

His voice is intoxicating, feels like you’re on drugs as you pant and whine on top of him. Your hips grind down, no longer bouncing as you whimper as his tip repeatedly hits where you want him, where you need him. Neteyam happily allows you, fondness growing stronger as you do as you please, following his instructions. It doesn’t feel as good to him this way, but god damn it, seeing you in this state easily makes up for it. 

“Feels good, hm?” He asks softly, words muffled by your hair as you pull him close. One hand slides down, gently circling the little bud that he knows makes you tick. 

“Ah, ah, gonna cum for you, Nete,” Your voice mewls, soft pants breaking up your words as you ride him how you like. Your thighs are shaking worse now, chasing your high like nothing else matters. “Can I cum, please?” 

“Of course,” His abs clench hard as he fights off his orgasm, your pussy clenching hard around him as you become more sensitive. His restraint is wearing thin, patience being tested like never before. As you teeter closer, his fingers circle just the slightest bit faster. And you’re cumming around him, hard. His own lips part with a moan as you squeeze his length, shaky thighs continuing to move as your determination to ride it out takes over. Your pants fill his senses, heartbeat filling his own chest, minds molding together. 

Eventually, your hips slow, one hand quickly grabbing and pulling his wrist away from your heat. “Nete,” You whimper, squeezing around him. Your arms wrap around his back, chests flush together. “Want you to feel good,” 

“I am, yawne.” Neteyam smiles at you, rolling his hips up into you. “Wanted you to feel good, first.'' His voice is gentle as he maneuvers the both of you. Your back hits the ground once again, Neteyam still in between your thighs as he follows close. “Absolutely killing me, doing all I can to hold myself back,” A small growl rumbles through his chest, pressing his hips against you, filling you as deep as possible. “Absolutely losing it,” He growls as he pulls out, snapping his hips forward. You moan, loud. 

“Don’t hold back, feel good, Neteyam.” You whimper, his palms slipping underneath your thighs. Your breath catches as he hikes your legs up, hands meeting the bend of your knees as he folds you. 

“I'm sorry, yawne,” Neteyam moans softly, pressing his forehead against yours as he absolutely ravishes you. His hips snap hard into you, no longer holding back as he chases his own release. You moan loudly against his lips, not quite kissing, but lips brushing together. He groans and growls, eyes falling shut as he slams his hips into you, filling your cunt completely up each time. 

Your noises are unrelenting, unable to bite them back as pleasure shoots through your body with each thrust. Neteyam is feral, chasing the high that he’s edged himself off of for the last hour. “Neteyam, gonna cum, you feel too good,” You whimper, biting at your lips as you peel your eyes open to look at him. Your arms shakily move, clawing softly at his back. 

“Cum, cum for me.” Neteyam mumbles, “Gonna cum with you this time, okay paskalin?” He asks softly, pressing a shaky kiss to your cheek. His hips twitch and abs tighten as he focuses on how tight you’re wrapped around him, twitching and clenching down harder as you’re about to cum for him once more. “Gonna fill you up, okay? Put a future clan leader into you,” He groans harshly, feral, animalistic. “My baby, you’ll be a good mama for me,” 

“Nete, oh fuck,” You cry, cumming hard around his cock. A broken sob falls from your lips, face leaning forward. Before you even have a moment to think of it, your teeth sink deep into his shoulder, your mating bite. Neteyam shudders as you mark him, hips continuing as he fucks you through your orgasm, soon spilling into you. 

“Fuck, fuck yawne, good girl,” Neteyam groans, letting go of one of your legs and holding your head. He doesn’t pull you away, but relieves the strain on your neck as you bite into him. His hips slow, every now and then thrusting into you as he fucks his cum deeper into your pussy. 

You release your hold, pulling your fangs out of his skin. Laying back down, there’s blood and drool on your lips, eyes glazed over as you stare up at him. Neteyam lazily thrusts once or twice more, overstimulation kicking in before he’s slowly pulling out. “Paskalin, you okay?” He mumbles gently, carefully moving your legs to a more comfortable position. Kissing your forehead, you begin to come back, more aware of his words. “You did so well,”

“Neteyam, I see you,” You can’t help but smile at him. Your heart is so full, so fond, as your eyes water. “I love you,” It’s more human, Neteyam isn’t entirely familiar with it. 

“I love you too,” Regardless, he doesn’t miss a beat, “I see you.” Neteyam nuzzles his face into you, arms wrapping around your back as he lays down, pulling you close. “We are mated for life, I am with you now.”

little extra lol

A couple of days have passed since then, and Neteyam has never felt so secure and confident in his life. His father was a bit upset he didn’t get the run down before like his mother did, but nothing serious. Kiri and Lo’ak saw it coming, and Tuk? She’s just as excited as Neteyam. You’ve started your official Tsahìk training now, alongside copious amounts of support from the Sully family. 

While he is your #1 supporter, he can’t help but feel annoyed that he’s barely seen you the last couple of days. His mate, and they only meet after sunset for rest. He hasn’t even seen your little human body in days, always falling asleep with your Avatar and your human form staying at the lab (It’s easier, you start training extremely early in the morning.) 

He almost cries from relief when you wake him, small human body basically sitting on his chest. “Nete, I have a day off,” You grin, still shaking him slightly. The excitement quickly shoots south, but in a surprising way. He can feel your heartbeat, it’s as if you were back to the night you had officially become one. But you were human. 

“Y/n?” He mumbles, thinking he’s still half asleep. As he sits up and becomes more aware, he’s not imagining it. “I see you,” 

“I see you-“ 

“No, I see you.” He mumbles, placing his hand over his heart. “Like we’re connected, I can feel your heartbeat right now…” Neteyam thinks hard, and he thinks hard for hot minute, “Like, our tsaheylu works even in your human body, I feel you, sense you,” 

Neteyam’s mind runs fuzzy at the realization, big head falling into the crook of your neck and taking a deep, long inhale of your scent. He's suddenly way too aware of you sitting in his lap, small frame draped over his much, much larger one. “Y/n,” He groans, deep as his arms wrap around you, caging you in. His hands knead at your soft flesh, well-fed, healthy, fertile. His mind absolutely reels at the thought, the embodiment of fertility. 

“Neteyam, we can’t,” You mumble against his skin, voice close to his ear, goosebumps spreading. He knows why, he does. As his frame easily hides your entire body just with his torso, he knows. He’d break you, truly. “I can link with my-“ 

“No, no.” He shakes his head, palms groping at the soft meat of your thighs. He doesn’t want your Avatar, he wants you. He feels this body, he’s connected not with your bodies, but with you. The thought sends him. 

“Nete, I physically can't,” There’s humor in your words, a slight giggle as you pull away to peer at him. His pupils are giant, mind cloudy as he stares at you. You chuckle, hands pulling at your mask. With one deep breath, you pull it off. 

“What are you-“ His panicked tone is quickly cut off when your lips press against his, soft and careful. It doesn’t help his situation, lips so unbelievably soft where they’re connected with his own. His mind melts, eagerly kissing you back as if he was starved from it. He whines, a genuine sound, when you pull back, yanking your mask on quickly. 

“You worry a lot,”

“I worry for you,” Neteyam rolls his eyes. Maybe if he ignores you, and his unbelievable attraction for you, the tightness in his cloth will go away. It's all wishful thinking, impossible thinking, given how you’re currently straddling his thighs. “You have to give me a bit to calm down, yawne. I can't do it with you sitting like this,” He whines, growing uncomfortable with each passing second. 

“Why can’t I help you?” You whine, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his neck, a small pout on your face. 

“Because I’m scared I will lose it and hurt you,”

“You’d never hurt me, Nete,” It’s a genuine statement, both of you know it. “Not in a way I didn’t want, anyway,” 

“Yawne,” He groans, “Not helping.”

“C’mon, let’s go find somewhere private.” You almost have it in you to laugh at him when you climb off his lap, a genuine crazed look in his eyes. 

“Do you not feel it in this body?” Neteyam asks as he runs after you, picking you up to more easily scale home tree. You think for a couple of moments, shrugging. 

“I think I feel it all the time, I thought it was normal,” You answer him honestly, arms and legs wrapped around his body as he climbs and runs. His ikran meets him hastily, and he’s taking off before he even asks you if you’d like to sit on the saddle instead. 

“Maybe I couldn’t tell because I haven't seen you in this body in awhile,” He concludes as he lands, hoping down with you still death gripped to his back. “Been killing me, Y/n. It’s like torture, being away from you for so long,” He whines, immediately turning to wrap you in his hold when your feet touch the soft grass. He kneels carefully, more level with you as he continues the dramatics. “Missed your little human body tripping over sticks,” He teases, knowing the sticks are logs for you. His head finds itself against your chest, listening to the way your heart beats. 

“Oh the drama,” You laugh, making yourself comfortable when you sit down. “Can't kiss you in this body, it’s unfair,” You complain as you lay down, knowing Neteyam is soon to find his place in between your thighs. It takes almost no time, legs widening to accommodate the large Na’vi. 

“We can work out a system,” He really wants to kiss you, “Deep breath,” He barely lets you finish before he pulls the mask off, immediately slamming his lips against your own. He’s desperate and needy, the feeling only multiplying as you’re finally close. He can feel the heat in between your legs, making him lose his judgment. He kisses you as if his life depends on it for a bit, before his care for your well-being overrides his thoughts and he’s placing the mask back on. “Fuck, just missed you so much,” He grins, trailing down to your chest as he kisses along your sensitive and thin skin. It’s like torture when he trails down, his mind melting as his fingers trail over the edge of your own beaded cloth. 

“It’s okay Nete,” You’re quick to reassure, watching as he immediately takes the go ahead and unties it. Wasting no time at all, he genuinely wastes no time as his head immediately buries in between your legs. “NETEYAM, FUCK!” You yelp, his giant head occupying all of the space. He's starved, so starved, and he eats to reflect that. You’re cumming once then again, then again, and then- 

“One more for me paskalin, just too good, tastes too good, it’ll be the last one,” 

Once his face finds its way out, he’s absolutely covered in your arousal and cum. His fingers find his own cloth, an idea popping in his head, “Do you trust me, love?” 

“Of course,” He grins softly, allowing himself to finally be free of his constraint. He moans softly at that alone, so turned on, so drunk on you that his mind is definitely not working to its full capacitors. He whines loud as he slides in between your legs, big, angry cock easily slipping through your wet folds. You whimper as his tip brushes your sensitive clit, continuing to push past it until your hips are flush together. He moans, loud, when he looks down, angry cock just barely nudging at your breasts. 

“I'd break you, yawne,” He growls softly, sliding his hips back before snapping them forward, “I'd break this little body,” He lets out more of a whine when you squeeze your thighs together, giving him more friction, more touch. “But oh, you’d be so full, stuffed full of my cock,” He groans, shuddering slightly on top of you. 

“I know, Nete,” You whimper back softly, losing your mind as he fucks himself against your pussy, shuttering each time he slips into where your thighs squeeze. He genuinely would, likely fuck up your lungs and all vital organs in the process. 

You’re absolutely soaked from his touch, providing more than enough lubrication for him as he easily slides between your lips, constantly hitting your clit right where you need it. It’s obscene, the sounds it’s making, you would think he’s fucking into you. “Nete,” You whimper, hands pulling at his arms to try and get him closer. He obliges happily, leaning forward to press himself against

you. He whines loudly, cock in between either of your bodies. “Love you,”

“Love you too, paskalin,” He smiles softly, kissing the top of your head, “I’m gonna cum for you, hm?” He smiles, watching your face as you eagerly nod. “Deep breath for me, pretty girl,” He grins hard, a giant smile on his face as you follow his instructions. He carefully pulls your mask off, wasting no time in slamming his lips onto yours. He devours your whines, whimpers, and moans, greedily taking them as his hips continue to pump against you. He kisses you until he cums, getting lost in the feel of your lips against his. You whimper as you feel him moan into your mouth, hands beginning to press against his biceps. 

“My mate,” You whimper, reaching for his hand that still holds your mask. He quickly gets the message, placing it back onto your face. 

“Yawne, my girl,” He sighs softly, hips still grinding against yours as he rides out his high with you. “Need you to cum again,” He mumbles against your lips, knowing you weren’t able to cum with him. “Just one more, one more. This will be the last, I promise love,” He almost babbles against your skin, kissing it. 

“I can't, Neteyam,” You whine as his hands trail in between your legs, gently spreading your thighs to allow for more access. Your thighs are no match for his strength, whimpering gently when his fingers ghost across your clit. 

“You can, yawne, for me, please?” He grins softly, a bit of a smirk spreading across his face. The smile never leaves his face as your hands grip hard at his wrists, discoloring his skin from the pressure. Neteyam is obsessed with the way your skin flushes for him, puffy swollen lips parting as he fingers slide in between them. He could watch it for hours, sit here and please you for hours if you’d let him. 

A moan rips past your lips when two of his digits slip into your heat, filled to the brim from just his fingers. Your nails dig into his skin, clenching down around him almost impossibly tight. His eyes are narrowed in, mesmerized as his fingers disappear into you. Neteyam curls his fingers just right, an even louder moan. Your hips jerk hard, legs lifting and wrapping around his arms. “Feels too good,” You whine, thighs locking around him. 

“Cum for me, Y/n,” He groans, prying your legs apart and replacing it with his head. The pleasure is still too much, legs wrapping around his head as his mouth and fingers never cease for a second. 

“Gonna cum for you, gonna cum hard,” You groan, flexing slightly as you grind against his face. Your orgasm blinds you when it washes over you, legs shaking, chest rising and falling rapidly, stomach clenching hard as you rise up. You cum hard, squirting as Neteyam’s fingers still curl and grind into your soft walls. Neteyam has a crazed look on his face, eyes wide as he stares up at you. He's covered in your cum and arousal, just like you're covered in his currently. 

“Y/n,”

“Neteyam I’m sorry I’ve never done-“ 

“Do it again,”

“No, please, Nete,” You whimper loudly, as his fingers curl just right, pleasure washing over you just right. It takes the last bit of your energy, cumming all over his arm in waves as you shake in his hold. Your hands immediately pull his face out from your thighs as you calm him down. He slowly relents, gentle as he removes himself from you. 

“Thank you, my mate,” He smiles, “Love you so much,”

“Love you too,”

“Come, let’s go clean up,” He’s careful as he picks you up, leaving your items where they lay. He carefully makes his way over to the river, slowly stepping in as you hold onto his neck, legs wrapped around his torso. A giant smile spreads across your face as he lowers the both of you in, water up to your necks now. 

“I'm sorry I’ve been so busy recently, Neteyam,” You smile, pushing back some braids that have fallen from his efforts. “Trying hard to get everything quickly,” You grin, hand softly holding his cheek in your hold, “So I can be a good Tsahìk for the people, for you,” 

“I know you will,” He speaks softly, allowing his head to fall forward, pressing his forehead against yours, “I understand, I just miss you,” He instinctively curls into your touch where it rests on his cheek. 

“I miss you too, your grandmother asks me about you sometimes. She told me Eywa sees us,”

“Oh, is that so?” He entertains you, smiling when he pulls back. He's standing, but you’re solely relying on him to not have to tread the water and use up what little energy you have left. “What does she wanna know?” 

“Eh, you know. The basic grandma stuff, if you’re eating well, staying safe,” You smile, cupping some of the water and dragging it along his face. You clean him up, leaning back in his embrace when you’re satisfied with the job. His arms hold you, hands splayed across your back. “If you’re happy these days.”

“Of course I am, yawne, I have you,” His voice is sincere and gentle as he pulls you close, tucking your head into his shoulder as he holds the base of your neck. “All I need.”

@rainbowsocks @nerys-nerie bc you guys commented on the other post, luv uuuu

[2knightt]

I saw that your requests are open and this idea came to me after a little ✨️incident ✨️

if you dont feel like writing this i completely understand, but how do you think the gang would react if you came to them upset because of an arguement/disagreement with your sibling or relative? I'm just looking for some comfort rn cause I overheard my family insulting me behind my back last night and I've been bothered ever since

it can be platonic or romantic idrc 😭

↳maybe it’s a cruel joke on me.₊˚✧

—IN WHICH, the gang comforts reader.

||✰ — the gang, separately

Johnny Cade ;

you rush out of the house after your sibling raised their voice at you—not bothering to stick around just to see the situation grow.

you felt tears trickle in the corners of your eyes as you walk to the lot, praying that your boyfriend would be there.

you knew he would be, he always was.

you finally reached the lot, your feet feeling like 1000 pounds after each step you take.

you stand there for a moment, your fists stuffed inside your pockets, looking around.

you see johnny sitting down with his head leaning against a wall.

you had stopped crying earlier, but seeing him made you wanna cry more.

you ran over to him, kneeling down beside him—throwing your arms around his neck.

you pull him into a hug, hiding your face in his neck.

you feel him wrap his arms around your waist. he stutters a few words before whispering in a soft voice, talking to you like you’re a baby.

“hey, hey. y/n, what happened?”

you sniffle, the grasp you have around him tightening.

“n-not to tight, love.”

you realize you’d been squeezing him like it was the last thing you were ever gonna do.

“sorry. i didn’t mean to.”

johnny’s thumb began to flutter—up and down on your back, trying to comfort you.

“it’s fine, y/n.”

the both of you are silent for a minute, neither of you wanting to speak.

“it’s okay. you’ll be okay, y/n.”

he didn’t even know what happened and yet, he’s still trying to help.

“my sibling man. the-they think they’re so much better than me.”

his grip on you tightens for a moment, trying to let you know that he’s there for you.

“it’s alright. you’re alright. they ain’t mean it.”

“but they did, johnny. you weren’t there, man. shouted at me, made me feel so stupid!”

you complain, your voice straining the more you speak.

“you ain’t stupid. not even close. smarter than i’ll ever be, shoot.”

johnny goes silent. thinking of the right words, how to put what he’s thinking into a way you’d understand.

“what they said don’t matter. as long as you’re okay—everyone will be okay. your sibling loves you still, i know they do. stuff like this happens all the time.”

johnny kisses the crown of your head before he continues with his rant.

“you still care about them, right? even if it’s one sided, you’ll be alright. any sort of relationship with your sibling—you’ll be alright. everything is gonna be just fine.”

Dallas Winston ;

you scoffed, listening to your siblings rant.

the more they talked, the less sense they made.

they jumped from topic to topic—criticizing you for things you did years ago.

you just couldn’t take it anymore. you walked out of the house, hearing them shout your name as you got into your car.

you drove and drove until you couldn’t see your house anymore. you pulled into an empty parking lot and sat in silence.

suddenly, your whole world came crashing down—realization hitting you so suddenly.

tears stream down your face, your body shaking with every passing second.

you needed someone to just be with you.

you needed dallas.

you took a few minutes to calm down before driving, taking deep breaths in and out.

you drive off to bucks. you knew he was having a party, should be easy to sneak in.

you park the car and rush out, swinging the door open.

a few people turn to look at you, but quickly focus back on drinking or their friends. you run upstairs, tunnel visioned in on the room dally’s usually in.

the door’s closed, which normally means he’s napping. you knock on the door.

you hear groaning, followed by bed springs squeaking. the door opens slightly, dallas peaking out into the hallway—suspicious of whoever was knocking.

but as soon as his eyes met yours, the door opened fully and he carefully rushed you into the room.

you figure your eyes must still be red from crying because he looks at you with both worry and anger.

he gently lays his palm on your cheek, bringing your eyes to meet his.

“what happened? did anyone do this?”

you glance down at your feet, not wanting to answer.

dallas exhales with obvious frustration.

“c’mon doll. you can tell me.”

you lean your head against his chest, silent until this moment.

“my siblin’. they never listen—no matter how much i try to change, no matter how much i do. i’m always some stupid kid.”

you mumble, your voice cracking mid sentence.

dallas sighs. he wraps an arm around your waist, the other one going to your head, gently holding it.

“i mean. i can beat ‘em up if you want me to.”

you giggle—well, tried too. your voice was so strained, you were silent.

“dallas.”

“yeah yeah, i know. i’m, ‘better than that.’”

he mocks past you as he rests his chin on top of your head.

“you can stay ‘ere if you want.”

he suggests, with slight hope in his voice.

“stay far away from ‘em for awhile. i don’t want them to start on you again.”

you smile at his words—feeling a sense of comfort and relaxation washing over you.

“yeah. sounds nice, dal.”

Ponyboy Curtis ;

you couldn’t handle hearing their voice any longer.

the genuine anger in their voice made you wanna sob.

you rolled your eyes the longer your siblings rant went on.

you kissed your teeth, tears slowly forming in your eyes as you waved goodbye.

your sibling was beyond angry as you ran out the door, but they knew they couldn’t stop you.

you ran and ran, your legs feeling like they’d never get tired. adrenaline making you go faster than you ever had.

you were barely conscious as you ran, allowing your body to take you wherever.

but when the adrenaline ran out, you found yourself outside of the curtis house.

the waterworks started again as you stared at the window. the curtains were closed but you saw light inside.

you caught your breath before stepping up the front porch.

you stood infront of the door, hoping it was ponyboy who’d answer the door. you knocked quietly, glancing down at the mat.

the door opens and your head shoots up, meeting a pair of green eyes.

“y/n?”

“oh, pony.”

you whisper as your eyebrows contorted into a sad look as you threw your arms around his shoulders.

he was taken aback by your face and the sudden affection, pony stumbles back slightly.

he gently wrapped his arms around your neck, trying to bring comfort.

“what’s wrong? did something happen? are you alright?”

he asks, his words coming out faster and faster each second.

you’re silent for what seemed like minutes.

“my sibling, pony. they refuse to listen! they don’t bother to listen to anyone! it-it’s so annoying. can’t take it anymore, man.”

you whisper, taking a shaky breath after finishing your rant.

you thought pony of all people could understand, especially with darry and all.

you started to cry again—even you didn’t know why.

you sniffled as ponyboy rocked both of your bodies side to side.

“breath, y/n. please—i don’t want you to freak out to much.”

you hadn’t even realized you were hyperventilating.

ponyboy grabbed your shoulders and looked into your eyes with a concerned look. he looked like he was gonna cry himself.

“do what i’m doin’, alright?”

he asks of you as be started to breath in, hold it in for a moment, and exhale.

you did the same for a few minutes. your tears coming to an end, along with your hyperventilation.

“it’s gonna be okay, y/n. shoot—me and darry go through that almost daily and we still love each other. i-i bet that this’ll be over soon. you n them were the closest siblings if i’ve ever seen one.”

he said, grabbing ahold of your hand.

he smiled, hoping you’d follow his actions once more.

you tried to smile, but gave a lazy one in return.

he wrapped you into another hug, kissing your cheek before doing so.

“you’re gonna be alright.”

“you think so?”

“i know so.”

Sodapop Curtis ;

you heard your aunt mock you for being a grease.

she was always so materialistic. not even your mom liked her but—she always came over.

you heard her mock the way you dresses, talked, walked, everything.

you felt so low. like you were some tiny germ in her world.

you wanted comfort, but you knew you couldn’t go to your mom. you couldn’t go to any of your family.

then you thought of soda. sodapop shouldn’t be busy today.

you climbed out of your window, not wanting to even be in the same room as your aunt.

you walked to the curtis house, peeking into the window as you walk by—seeing darry sitting down on his chair.

you really don’t want to talk to him right now. you didn’t want to talk to anyone but sodapop.

you walk up to his window and knocked lightly.

his curtains swung open and he opened the window in a swift motion.

“babe! what’s up?”

“..can i come in?”

“uh, totally! you ain’t even gotta ask!”

he responds with a smile so wide that it couldn’t help but make you feel soft.

you plopped down on his bed, flat on your back as you sigh.

soda gets a confused look as he tilts his head.

“what’s wrong, y/n? you’re awfully quiet.”

“do you think i’m a lowlife, soda?”

you ask, staring up at the ceiling. tears slowly forming in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks onto the blanket.

soda goes silent before sitting down next to you.

he grabs your hand and kisses it, mumbling something you couldn’t hear.

“if you’re a lowlife then i gotta be satan himself, love.”

he responds with a chuckle as he lays down beside you.

“what makes you ask, anyhow?”

he asks, turning his head to face you, still holding your hand.

“my aunt jus—said some stuff ‘bout me. made me feel a lil stupid.”

he squeezes your hand and looks up at the ceiling along with you.

“don’t you ever think like that again. no matter what anyone says, kay? you’re the sweetest person i’ve ever known! shoot—i don’t think there’s ever been a grease as nice as you.”

he rambles, bringing both your hands up to the sky, as if a sign of victory.

you smile, sitting up as you stare down at soda.

he makes eye contact with you, shooting up to sit alongside you.

there are still tears in the corner of your eyes, but they refuse to fall. soda grabs your chin to bring you closer to him, kissing the tears off your face.

“can’t let those tears ruin your pretty little face now, can we?”

he asks, with a cat like grin on his face.

you giggle, throwing him into a hug.

Darry Curtis ;

your uncle had come ‘round for a visit, gonna catch up with the family he said.

but all he did with you was make snide remakes at you or behind your back.

calling you a nobody, someone who’d never make it far in life.

he doesn’t know what you’ve gone through. he just sees the aftermath, not the past, not the present. just the person you want to throw away—the future you don’t want.

he brought you down so much, you found yourself at the bottom of a bottle.

you were outside the curtis house on the porch, drinking.

you always sit out there, nobody even bats an eye at you when you’re out there anymore.

it was late at night when you were out there. darry wasn’t home, you said goodnight to pony and soda—even johnny who was staying the night.

you didn’t want any of them to know you’re back into alcohol for comfort. you waited until you were alone.

you grabbed a few bottles and sat out in the porch, drinking and drinking.

you thought you were gonna waste yourself until the morning—hoping you could act sober around darry.

headlights blinded your vision as darrys truck pulled into the driveway.

you had a bottle up to your lips as he parked the vehicle. you started to freak out as you heard him shout your name, trying to hide the bottles under the bench.

“y/n? you better not be doing what i think you are.”

you hear him shout as he makes his way up the stairs. you pray that the bottles don’t roll from under the bench.

you shake your head, trying to straighten out your posture.

“nah, dare. yo-you know i changed.”

you defend yourself, trying to act sober but accidentally slurring your words.

you hear darry sigh as he pinches his nose bridge.

he sits down, turning his body to face you.

“i’m not a idiot, y/n.”

he says, bending down, grabbing one of the bottles.

“are you serious? i thought you sobered up.”

he complains, his elbows resting on his knees as he looks down at the bottle.

“i did! it’s just…it got tough again.”

you mumble, looking down at your feet with shame.

darry places his hand on top of yours. you look at him, making eye contact with him.

“what happened then? what happened that would make you turn back to this?”

he asks quietly, his eyebrows furrowed.

you could hear the disappointment laced in his voice the more he spoke.

“i was called a drunkard, a nobody, someone who’d never make it far in life. do you know how draining it is to hear that?”

you ask, tears already gliding down your cheek. your head is thrown back, hands covering your eyes as you erupt into sobs.

darry grabs your wrists, bringing your hands down. he let go, and placed his hands on your temples. he brought you closer to him, kissing your forehead before whispering sweet nothings—trying to make you feel better.

“what anyone says shouldn’t bother you none, y/n. all that matters is that you are you and i love you for you. i love your laugh, i love how caring you are, i love how you try to change for the better.”

darry mumbles, kissing your forehead every now and then in between his words.

he brings you to his chest. the two of you sit in silence. you listen to his heartbeat as the moon shines directly upon you two.

Steve Randle ;

you’re sibling had called you an idiot, a stupid loser, and so much more right to your face.

right in front of you. not even trying to hide it.

you pretended not to care, you pretended like it didn’t hurt as you walked to the nearest pay phone, you lied to yourself as you pressed steves number into the pay phone.

but still—even with all that convincing, you still didn’t believe you.

the phone rung and rung until he finally answered.

“whatchu want? who is this?”

“steve? oh thank god!”

you sighed with relief, slightly chuckling at your own demise.

“y/n! what’s up?”

he asks, trying to see why you’re calling him through a pay phone rather than your own phone.

“can you come and pick me up? i’ll be at the gas station!”

“the DX?”

“no-no. not the DX, the other one.”

“oh, totally. sit tight, doll.”

he says before you hang up.

you walk to the gas station which wasn’t to far. you sit on the bench, watching the cars go by. it was quiet for a bright afternoon. maybe everyone was at the beach, or seeing a movie.

you think to yourself as you see steves beat up car pull up to the curb right in front of you.

he rolls down the window, shouting for you to get in.

you rush up to the passenger door and swing it open, sitting down.

steve begins to drive off. he always just drives ‘till he run outta gas or gets tired.

“so,”

“so?”

you asked. steve began to speak but stopped mid-way. you always hated when anyone did that.

“why’d you need me to pick you up there? you look…sad.”

and that was your cue to start crying.

you didn’t mean to. you didn’t even feel the tears until you noticed spots of your pants had tear droplets on them.

steve had noticed you crying and pulled over to the side of the road.

he started to freak out a little—he never knew how to handle anyone crying.

“woah—y/n, what’s wrong? did i say something?”

he asks, leaning over to get closer to you.

you wiped your tears with the back of your hand, shaking your head.

“then why’re you cryin’?”

“steve, do you think i’m stupid? be honest.”

his eyebrows furrowed at your question, he almost laughed at such an idiotic thing to ask.

“hell nah. i mean, you see shepard? he’s so dumb he can’t tell up from down!”

he shouts, trying to comfort you.

you laugh slightly, the grasp you have onto the loose fabric of your pants loosening.

“you think?”

“i know, y/n.”

he whispers, kissing your temple before leaning back onto the drivers seat.

steve puts his hand on your thigh, his thumb caressing it in a comforting manner.

“how ‘bout i treat you to some food, huh? try n take your mind off that absolute nonsense you were talkin’.”

you nod your head in agreement.

Two-bit Matthews ;

your sibling had shit on you for everything under the sun.

looks, grades, how you spoke, how you walked, friends, boyfriend, shoot—even the way you brush your teeth.

you started tearing up during their rant. thought it was stupid to criticize everything you do.

the second they were done, you walked out. made sure to slam the door on the way out to make it known that you left, that you left angry and sad.

you thought of two-bit the whole walk.

did he think of that about you? does he think he could do better? does he think you smell funny?

it was 9PM, so two-bit would probably be at some gas station trying to get some booze.

you walk to his normal gas station where he has the most luck and you were right. he was leaning on the counter, laughing while the worker had a stern look on his face with his arms crossed.

you walked in and tapped two-bit on the shoulder.

“wh-oh! hey, babe.”

he greeted you with a grin and a kiss on the cheek.

“can i talk to you?”

two-bit got an awkward smile but nonetheless—agreed.

the two of you exited the store, but as soon as he stepped out of the door, you pulled him into a hug.

the sobs started again as you held him tightly.

two-bit was silent.

he was never good at comforting others, but he tried.

he always tried for you.

“shh, shh. it’s okay—i’m here. you’re just fine.”

he says, wrapping his arm around your waist, rocking the two of you left to right.

he kissed your temple, the crown of your head, to your forehead until you stopped crying.

“do you, do you ever think you can do better, two?”

you ask in a quiet voice, looking down at your shoes.

“what? never! infact, i think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me!”

he says, picking you up and swinging you around some.

you gotta admit, you laughed a little with tears still streaming down your face.

“why do you ask? who i gotta beat, huh?”

he asks, putting you down.

“nothin’ it was stupid.”

“you sure?”

“yeah.”

he kisses your cheek, his arms still wrapped around your waist.

“how ‘bout we go n bother that worker together, huh? bet we can steal the whole store if we tried hard enough.”

two-bit says with a grin, finally letting go of your waist.

you get a smile on your face at the thought of it. you nod in excitement as two-bit drags you back into the store. the two of you leaning against the counter, grinning from ear to ear.

i know we dont know each other that well but just know, i’m always here for you. no matter the situation im here for you!

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Request: How about some jealousy headcannons for Velvet , Eleanor, and Magilou?

(Tales of Berseria) Velvet, Eleanor, Magilou Jealousy HC's

Honestly, I was waiting until I had access to the skit sprites, and now that I have, it's time to UNLEASH the Berseria asks that's been laying dormant for nearly a year.

Velvet's jealousy is quiet, and very terrifying.

Thinking about it logically, she really shouldn't be that angry about S/O simply talking to other people than her.

She was a Daemon after all. And yet, S/O chose to stay with her despite that.

And right now, they were doing anything but that.

It takes a long while for the jealousy to build up, but it's nearly ready to blow up.

S/O notices her glaring at them, and the person they're talking to.

After a few moments, Velvet realizes she's staring and quickly looks away, acting like nothing is happening.

S/O walks after her, with Velvet continuing to walk despite her name being called.

(S/O) "Velvet?"

(Velvet) "What?"

(S/O) "Are you alright?"

She stops walking and glares at them again.

(Velvet) "Fine. Why?"

(S/O) "You...just looked a little angry is all-"

Her eyes narrow as her fists clench.

(Velvet) "A little?"

(S/O) "O-Okay, really angry! I'm sorry I haven't had much time for you lately, I've just been trying to get supplies and-"

(Velvet) "I said it's fine. Better for us to be stocked up anyway than wasting time."

She tries to play it off, but S/O knows her better than anyone at this point.

(S/O) "Well, I could use your help carrying some of it back to our rooms. And...I'd like to have some time alone with you, actually. There's this pretty spot near the inn we can sit down at!"

Velvet simply sighs and her shoulders relax a little.

Choosing to not mention the blush on her cheeks, S/O gently grabs her hand and squeezes it for reassurance.

Velvet says nothing else and lets them hold it for a few more seconds before slowly letting go.

(Velvet) "Come on, show me where we're putting the supplies."

Eleanor feels guilty for even thinking about being jealous.

The two of them were busy, especially on a journey like this, romance was almost impossible. She knew this, and yet...

Eleanor pouts when she sees S/O speaking to the other members of the group and goes off to be alone for a moment.

Maybe some fresh air would clear her head.

The sun was about to set, watching it glisten along the coastline they were on.

(Eleanor) "Maybe during the voyage, we could...-"

(S/O) "Eleanor?"

Eleanor nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears S/O voice come from behind.

(S/O) "Are you okay? You look upset."

(Eleanor) "A-Ah...Don't worry I-..."

Eleanor thought S/O was too busy to notice her lately, yet the fact they noticed her leaving in a crowded inn made her guilt grow.

She cuts herself off before simply sighing and clearing her throat.

(Eleanor) "I'd like to get dinner with you, if you don't mind."

(S/O) "Oh, sure. I can grab the others and-"

S/O immediately noticed Eleanor's body posture change, both her hands going behind her back.

S/O gently smiles at her before nodding.

(S/O) "There's nothing wrong with being a little selfish. Where do you want to go? My treat, tonight."

Eleanor smiled back and nodded.

(Eleanor) "I recall seeing an interesting food stand in town. Perhaps they're still open?"

Magilou doesn't really get that jealous.

She knows when people are lying or being serious.

She also is very much aware of herself, and how she truly feels.

Not to mention the incredible circumstances she and S/O found themselves in, going to assassinate a world leader.

With that being said, it would be remiss of her to not embarrass her S/O at every opportunity.

That was a sign of true love!

S/O is simply talking to Eizen regarding the Van Eltia.

And that was the time to strike.

(Magilou) "S/OOOOOOOOOOO!"

Magilou called out for S/O's name as she extended her hands and nearly tackling them to the floor.

Barely fending Magilou off of them, S/O stared at Magilou who began flailing at them.

Eizen gives Magilou an extremely unamused look while S/O tries to shut her up, with everyone looking at their direction.

The crew, port workers, the rest of the group, everyone's attention was on them.

(S/O) "W-What are you doing, Magilou?!"

(Magilou) "You barely spend time with me at all lately! As your beloved, I demand that you give me attention too!"

(S/O) "We were literally just talking ten minutes ago!"

(Magilou) "It's not enough!"

(Eizen) "Are you done? S/O has to get the supplies on the ship before sunset."

(Magilou) "This is a matter of the heart, Eizen! You wouldn't understand, for you do not possess a maiden of your own!"

(S/O) "I'll talk with you once I'm done, Magi! Just give me a few-"

(Magilou) "UGH! You wound me, S/O!"

(Velvet) "I'm about to give you a wound if you keep this noise up."

(Magilou) "Believe me, you'll understand my feelings once you have someone to call your own!"

[heda-in-the-clouds]

How long before they 👌👈

It's been two weeks since Lexa first attended Clarke's self defense class. Class was now over and Clarke and Lexa openly flirted with each other as the other students left for the night. Usually, Anya interrupted their shameless flirting and dragged Lexa back home. However, Anya couldn't make it to class tonight which left Clarke and Lexa all the time in the world.

Nearly half an hour passed before either of them noticed they were the only ones left in the studio. Clarke apologized for keeping Lexa so late. Lexa smiled and said that she didn't mind it at all. She could spend all night talking with someone as charming as her.

At this point, Clarke noticed that Anya wasn't around to take Lexa back home. When she asked, Lexa told Clarke that she took an Uber to class so she'll just take one back home. Clarke offered to give Lexa a ride back home which she accepted.

Their flirting didn't stop during the car ride. In fact, Clarke had trouble keeping her eyes on the road when all she wanted was to stare at Lexa in her passenger seat. Meanwhile, Lexa kept her hand on Clarke's thigh inching closer to her crotch the closer they got to her place.

Once the car was parked, the realization dawned between them what would inevitably happen if Lexa invited Clarke inside her apartment. Lexa spoke first to break the tension and asked if Clarke would like to come upstairs. Clarke eagerly said yes.

As soon as Lexa closed her door, Clarke spun her around and kissed her hard. They moaned once they felt the warmth of each other's lips and bodies pressed tightly against each other. They deepened the kiss sensing the growing heat between their bodies.  Suddenly, Clarke pulled away causing Lexa to whine the loss of her body against hers.

"Lexa wait!"

"Why'd you stop Clarke? Do you not want this?"

"God Lexa. I want you so damn much but I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm your instructor. I feel bad that you spent your money on my class just so you can flirt and sleep with me. I feel like I should give you your money back."

"I'm not that worried about money Clarke. I actually like your class and getting to flirt with you was always a bonus."

"Who's the charming one now?"

"Well, I learned from the best. Now, can we please get back to where we left things off?"

"Okay but I have a challenge first. You said you actually like my class. Well, I want you to prove it."

"Uh, prove it how?"

"Show me you actually learned something useful from all of my lessons. We're going to spar and I want you to pin me down for 5 seconds. Manage that and we'll get back to making out."

"Are you serious right now?"

"Yeah. This will make me feel better about myself."

"Fine. 5 seconds doesn't seem too long."

"And I won't be holding back. You'll actually have to use the techniques I taught you."

"Ugh come on Clarke! We could have been getting sweaty in my bed by now."

"Nope. I won't fall for that Lexa."

"Can't blame me for trying."

"Oh and one more thing Lexa. If you can't pin me down in 5 minutes, I'm leaving and you'll have to wait until next week's class."

"Really?!"

"Think of it as incentive. You'll get your reward if you beat me."

Despite Lexa's pouting, Clarke held firm in her stance. Lexa motioned them to move to her living room for more space. They stood on opposite corners, Clarke in a defensive stance while Lexa maintained an offensive position. Once Lexa moved forward, Clarke started her 5 minute timer.

At first, Lexa decided to test out if Clarke was actually serious. She lazily launched herself at Clarke who quickly countered and pushed Lexa away. Lexa tried again but met the same result as she was knocked down on her ass. Lexa realized that Clarke was actually taking this whole challenge seriously. No matter what Lexa did, Clarke easily blocked and deflected her moves.

As the timer ticked closer to zero, Lexa was getting frustrated that she hasn't been able to land a solid tackle on Clarke. She had to break Clarke's focus so she needed to find a way to distract her. A devious idea then popped into her head. Lexa knew she had to play dirty to win the challenge. She suddenly stripped out of her sports bra and shorts, leaving her fully naked in front of Clarke.

Clarke was frozen in disbelief that she's now face to face with a fully nude Lexa. She never envisioned her first time seeing Lexa naked would happen this way. Although she daydreamed Lexa naked multiple times during class, the actual sight of Lexa's nude body in front of her surpassed her expectations.

Seeing Clarke distracted and caught off guard, Lexa made her move and rushed towards her. She aimed low and drove her full strength towards Clarke's hips. She pushed Clarke off balance and tackled her to the ground. She quickly pinned her in a basic hold down and started counting.

"One. Two. Three. Four and Five! Fuck yeah! I did it! We get to fuck now!"

Lexa hopped off Clarke in triumph and started prancing around the room in excitement at her victory. Clarke was still in shock and left speechless that Lexa's dirty move actually worked. Clarke groaned as she watched Lexa bounce with excitement in front of her.

Lexa told Clarke to stop frowning because she won the challenge and she wants to claim her reward now. She tells Clarke that she'll be waiting for her in the bedroom. Lexa sauntered away putting an extra sway in her hips.

Finally snapping out of her daze, Clarke realized that she still wins in the end because she now gets to sleep with Lexa. Clarke quickly got off the floor and chased a cocky Lexa to her bedroom.

Once inside, she threw herself at Lexa and pushed her to her bed.

"Now that's a strong tackle."

"How about you show me a powerful thrust instead?"

[heeliopheelia]

𝔸 𝕃𝕀𝕋𝕋𝕃𝔼 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝕄𝔸𝕋𝕀ℂ - chapter ten (written)

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"So how do we do this?"

Heeseung scowls and sends you a pointed look. "Take it easy, woman. How about you take off your shoes properly first?"

You look at the direction he nods in with his head and realize that, in fact, you're climbing on his sofa with shoes hanging from the tips of your toes. You send him a guilty smile, toeing off your sneakers and kicking them away from you. Pushing yourself further into the cushions, you pat the empty space next to you.

"Jesus, I can't believe I agreed to this," he sighs, taking the seat by your side and pushing his hair out of his face. "You're crazy, you know that?"

You chuckle, turning your body in is direction. "So I've been told."

He shakes his head, a small smile tugging on the corners of his lips. After watching your eyes, slightly widened, looking at him with an anxious anticipation, he finally groans. "My God, so you wanna jump right into it? What happened to hello and how are you?"

"Gone just like my self-respect," you joke lightheartedly, nudging him in the ribs gently. Heeseung snorts at your words. You watch as uncertainty starts developing on his face, so with a click of your tongue you shift yourself closer to him. "Just get into it, will you? I'm gonna end up growing gray before you make up your mind."

"Why are you always so intense?" He whines, pushing you away slightly. At the roll of your eyes, he flicks your nose. "But fine, just make yourself comfortable."

With a nod of your head, you slide on the sofa until you're sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with Heeseung, faces turned to each other at an alarmingly close distance. You try not to laugh when he lets out a surprised yelp, his adam's apple jumping suddenly. You lean in closer, trying to ignore the hammering of your heart.

"So," you start, voice slightly hushed as you gape into his eyes shamelessly. "What do I do?"

He lets out a shaky breath, quickly covering it up with a chuckle. "Well, closing your eyes would be a good start and I'll take it from there, okay? Just relax."

You nod at his instructions, instantly obeying and fluttering your eyes closed. You can barely hear your quiet breaths through the loud pumping in your ears, so you startle slightly when his long fingers suddenly hook underneath your chin to tilt your face up.

"Relax," he repeats and you swallow before nodding your head again.

For couple more seconds, Heeseung takes in your face carefully, looking for any signs of discomfort or uncertainty. When none of that shows up on your features, only the sheer determination speaking through your furrowed eyebrows, he finally leans in, body towering over yours. At first, you can feel his warm breath fanning your face. Your stomach twists. Only couple more seconds of pure anticipation and he finally brushes his soft lips over yours, lingering there for a moment and letting you get used to the closeness before he's diving in and closing the distance completely.

The feeling is so new, so warm and welcoming, you can't help but sigh shakily into the kiss, running your hands up to place them on his shoulders. His lips work magic on yours, slowly moving them together with gentle caresses. You're literally burning, feeling like your whole body is being set on fire. You loose your focus almost immediately, so the moment that he parts your lips a little wider, your teeth clash together and make him smile into the kiss.

His hands cup your cheeks, slightly tilting your face away from his before he goes in for a deeper kiss. Your mind is blank at this point, you're not even sure what the hell you're even doing, too absorbed in worrying about your heart nearly exploding to mimic his movements properly.

Suddenly, he pulls away quickly, squishing your cheeks in between his fingers. "Stop shoving your tongue down my throat, punk."

You quickly come back to your senses, vision blurry as you finally open your eyes. "Oh," you mumble, trying to blink the black dots away. "I'm sorry, if you haven't noticed already, I don't really know what I'm doing!"

Your confession quickly has the both of you laughing. You fix your hair quickly, trying to cover up the burning tips of your ears from his sight.

"Just follow my movements and you'll be fine," he tells you and you roll your eyes when he pats your head encouragingly.

Moving your hands to the nape of his neck, you pull him closer again. "Fine, I'll try to tone it down. Now let me try that again."

And that you do, pressing your lips back together and not giving him enough time for any mental preparation. It takes all of Heeseung's might not to swoop you up in his arms and kiss you to death right now. But he's a strong man, at least that's what he told himself after being stuck in a friend-zone for so many years. After all, he's had to endure your endless talks and complaining about quote unquote stupid boys, and hell, not to even count all the times he's seen you roaming around with nothing but towel around your body as you had finished showering during so many of your sleepovers. No matter how close he always is, he's already used to not having you, so instead of completely losing his mind over your soft lips, he moves your hair out of your face and kisses you gently, parting his lips and allowing your tongue to slip inside his mouth.

After couple seconds of experimenting with the pace and pressure, you pull away.

"Like this?" You whisper, glancing up at Heeseung's fluttering eyelids.

"Yeah, you're getting there," he manages to stumble out, quite delirious yet quickly collecting himself back together. He clears his throat, shifting slightly in his place. "Try to be a little gentler, though. Kissing is not all about swapping spit with the other person. Well, not always," he ends with a giggle as your face scrunches up at his choice of words. "The point is, you need to feel it. Sometimes just brushing your lips together is better than suffocating someone with your tongue."

"Okay, got it," you snicker before moving even closer to him than before, pulling on his neck slightly. "Can I... sit on your lap?" At his dumbfounded expression you add quickly, "Wouldn't that make it a little more comfortable? Now we're kinda slouching over each other."

"Yeah, climb on," he gives you the permission and you quickly change your seat to his thighs. And fuck, he prays you can't hear the deafening beating of his heart.

Suddenly, the air felt stiflingly hot but you pay it no mind, giggling down at Heeseung to somehow try and ease the tension that has suddenly settled in the room. "That's the closest we've ever been to each other."

He lets out a breathless laugh. "Yeah, it seems so."

Instead of saying anything else, you lean down one last time and capture your lips with his. Goosebumps spike your skin mercilessly as he tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, nipping slightly at your bottom lip. This one is slower than the one before, now that you're a little more aware of your movements. You can hardly breathe when you feel his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to his chest. You let your tongues meet again, moving together in sync without overdoing it this time.

Two more seconds and Heeseung's heart would burst in his chest. But oh my fucking god, he could keep kissing you for eternity. He could die right here and now, as happy as ever and he still would thank the gods for letting him have this one moment with you. So it's a good thing that you - the surprisingly rational one this time, finally pull away and part your lips for good.

The two of you look at each other for a second or two longer than you should have, both ridiculously breathless, before you're the first one to break the silence.

"So, what's the verdict?"

Heeseung gapes at you for a moment, failing to process everything that's just happened. "Good," he mutters at some point, only sobering up at your wide confused eyes staring right into his. "I mean, you were good. Really good actually."

A large smile stretches our your swollen lips. "Yeah? You really think so?"

He gulps with a nod. "I do. So you shouldn't worry about Sunghoon so much tomorrow."

Maybe it's wishful thinking but he swears that either he's delusional or your mood has suddenly dropped at the mention of his name. Nonetheless, you clear your throat and finally slip down his lap on your previous spot on the sofa, heavily slumping down on the soft material. You groan loudly, covering your face with your hands.

"Is it weird that I'm still nervous?" You ask, peaking at your best friend through the gaps of your fingers. You bring your foot up and nudge him in his side with it playfully, earning a yelp out of him.

"Fuck, why are your feet always so cold? You're wearing socks!" He grumbles, enjoying the sound of your sweet laughter carrying through his living room. He looks at you with a roll of his eyes. "But no, it's not weird. Of course you're gonna be nervous before kissing your crush. That's a normal reaction."

"Yeah," you mumble out, concerned with the fact that your heart can't stop leaping in your chest. "Thanks, Hee. For the lesson and everything."

He scoffs at your ridiculousness as you lift your hand up, palm stretched out as you wait for a high-five. With a satisfied smile, you watch as his hand collides with yours and the both of you laugh as the tension finally starts evaporating from the room.

"So what are we gonna do now?" He asks, stretching out his long limbs with a sigh. "I don't feel like going to sleep yet."

You nod with agreement. "Neither do I."

The silence between you two doesn't last long before you share a knowing look and the two of you ask simultaneously, "Queen Charlotte?"

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a/n: alrighty, so we're finally there lmao!! hope you guys enjoyed this one as much as i did!! have a great day (or night)!!

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ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ: Concern w/ Andrew!Peter Parker

a/n: yes, I am aware how late this is, but i figured out that i do these challenges much better if i don't push myself, as well as me trying to answer old requests!

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When you're not worrying about Peter getting hurt while he's disguised as Spider-Man, you're worried about what people your age should be, like homework. You had a major exam coming up, and with the way your life was going, you were for sure going to fail it.

You've spent most of your weekend hunched over your desk surrounded by papers, textbooks piled up neatly on the edge of your desk. You had forgotten all about the date you were supposed to go on with Peter until you heard that familiar tapping on your window.

Your reddened eyes looked to your left to see Peter grinning at you sheepishly. He wasn't in his suited, clad in a cute boyfriend sweater, seeing as though the air began to grow cold as the leaves changed colors and fell off their stems. You quickly hopped off of your seat.

"Peter!" You exclaimed as you opened your window as quiet as you could. "What are you doing?" You whispered harshly. It was late in the night and your parents were fast asleep, there room being right next to yours. "Well, I figured something was up when you didn't join me for our date that we had planned." Your heart fell into your stomach as you remembered. "Oh my god, Pete, I'm so sorry." You apologized, pulling the lanky but muscular boy into a hug. "It's okay, baby, I promise." He reassured. It felt good to be held, not even realizing how frigid your body was until his scientifically modified one was pressed against yours.

"I see what's got you so distracted." His eyes locked on your disarrayed desk. "You stressed about the test?" You nodded against his chest. "Babe you'll do fine." You nuzzled into his pecks, allowing your softer body to sink into his. "I know... it just feels like I forgot what it was like to be a teenager." He chuckles, placing a sweet kiss on the top of your head.

"Yeah, me too." He said softly.

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Lilypadton

Intruality (Remus x Patton) Prompt: lilypadton and remus-?? overstim, manhandling, size difference (duh), maybe choking Warnings: sex, cockbulge, come inflation, overstimulation, size differences A request from my Wattpad

Cramped within the confines of his bedroom, Patton's experiencing stress in the sheerest form. That form being one that resembles a frog-man hybrid. 

He had tried heavily to keep himself calm and level-headed, but it took one minor inconvenience for him to burst into tears and leave him growing rapidly, until his green body clad in shredded clothes took up most of his room. His head uncomfortably pushes into the ceiling, and his knees are bent, with his toes pressed against the wall across from him. If he were to fully stretch out, his legs would no doubt go through the wall. And with the cracks already forming in the structures around him, he really didn't want to cause a complete collapse. 

He tries talking himself through his feelings. He's stressed! What does he normally do when he's stressed? Well, he enjoys baking. Watching television. Sewing up holes in his shirts or socks...

What he doesn't like is thinking about his negative feelings. Dealing with them. 

He shifts uncomfortably where he sits, attempting to repress his stress and sadness. He doesn't want to think about how uncomfortable he is crammed into his room, or how nobody's come to check on him. 

He bites his inner cheek. Nobody's come to check on him because they're all busy, of course. 

Roman's practicing a play he's writing: a one man show with a lot of meaning. Virgil and Logan have been fawning over Thomas's upcoming schedule, making sure everything was perfect. Janus was making sure everyone was still getting a proper diet and sleeping well despite their focuses being elsewhere. And Remus? 

Well...

Patton's thoughts are interrupted by a loud knock on his door, and a shrill, dramatic voice calling "oh, Patton! I can smell your repression from a mile away!" He makes dramatic smelling sounds from outside the door, reminding Patton that he can't hide anything. Not with the embodiment of intrusive thoughts lurking around. 

Of course, out of everybody who could have possibly came to check on him, it had to be Remus. 

Patton's heart sinks. None of the others are available, surely, otherwise they would have come to check on him, but Remus is just going to make his bad feelings worse!

Remus is horrible at focusing on the positive, so he's convinced that Remus is just going to stress him out further. In a slight moment of frustration and panic, Patton reaches forward and grabs his doorknob with his fingers - as gently as he can manage, with his large, green fingers - and uses his size and strength in order to make sure the door stays tightly shut. 

"I'm- I'm fine, Remus! I just uh..." Patton sucks in a sharp breath and quickly looks about the room, trying to find anything that could help him come up with a harmless lie. He spots a pair of pants with a hole in them, and quickly licks his lips, though his long, uncontrollable tongue does so rather sloppily. "I pricked my finger while sewing, and I was trying not to think about it!" 

It's nothing gory enough for Remus to want to see the blood, but still explains why Patton wouldn't want to think about it! It's a perfect lie. 

Or it would be, if Remus didn't spend hours upon hours by Janus's side. 

"That was a terrible lie," he hears Remus scoff through the door, rather judgmentally which makes Patton feel embarrassed. "You do realize your voice gets all high-pitched when you lie, right?" The banging on the other side of the door gets louder, as Remus's curiosity is only amplified by Patton's willingness to lie. "Come on! Open up!" 

Patton holds the door tighter, assured that at the very least, Remus can't pull it open if he's holding it firm. 

However, Remus neither has an affinity for privacy nor conventional methods, and so after a few moments of harassing the doorhandle, Remus lets go. He whines and pouts from the other end about Patton's literal refusal to open up, before Patton hears footsteps recede. Which would be a good thing, if Patton didn't immediately hear those heavy footsteps run up to his door, accompanied by a shriek of delight and then a crash as Remus's morningstar comes bashing through Patton's door, knocking it down until it's just crumbled wood laying sadly on the ground. 

"Geez, Patton, what's got your panties in such a twist... oh." 

Patton freezes in fear as Remus's eyes meet his, before scanning him up and down. From what Patton can tell, he doesn't look scared or uncomfortable by Patton's presence as a giant frog-man hybrid, but being seen like this makes Patton feel like a monster. 

His eyes tear up, and he immediately moves to apologize, but Remus cuts him off first. 

"Aw, sweet!" he exclaims, flapping his hands up and down. "I didn't get to see this in person last time! I had to deal with Janus blabbering all about it, tortured by the fact I missed such a sick thing!" Remus moves closer, tightly grabbing one of Patton's frog fingers. "It was actually pretty unfair. The others even got to see you standing! And yet I'm reduced to seeing you curled up in a ball, completely masking your entirety! That's kind of lame of you, you know. I deserve to see my big frog daddy in his full glory!"

Patton cringes at the title Remus gives him while watching the much smaller side bounce up and down on his feet. He hardly gets the chance to reply before Remus is squeezing his eyes shut and concentrating for a moment, before the room around the two of them grows. Well, at least the interior does. 

The walls and ceiling are pushed away from Patton, giving him ample room to sit up, and even stand without causing any harm to the structure.

The newfound largeness of the room makes Remus look tiny in comparison, but he doesn't seem to mind all that much. 

Patton would be half-tempted to thank Remus if he wasn't sure that Remus did it for his own benefit in one way or another. But he can tell by that wide grin on Remus's face that he most likely does want to see him in his "full glory." 

"There!" Remus proudly proclaims, setting his hands on his hips. "Now you have much more space to stand!" 

He says it as though he expects Patton to do so immediately, and when Patton doesn't, Remus's smile immediately falls into a deep frown. 

"Oh, come on!" Remus pouts, stomping his foot. "I make your room big enough for you to stretch out in and you don't even let me peek at your crotch? I'm dying of curiosity here!" 

Patton flushes, but it's impossible to notice on his newfound green skin. "Remus!" 

"What?" Remus whines, jutting his bottom lip out. "At least I'm being honest!" He tugs on Patton's finger again, as though trying to pull him up. "And I'm trying to help!" 

"In what way is this helping?!" 

Remus smiles wide, as though Patton just asked the million-dollar question. "Well, if you're thinking about me, then you're not focusing on you. I'm helping you directly avoid the problem!"

That's mostly what Patton was trying to do, and it wasn't working at all. So, Patton frowns, and instead of admitting that he'd already been trying - hence why Remus could sense his repression - he instead refutes Remus's idea with a very simple "ignoring the problem doesn't make it go away." 

It's good advice, and advice he was actively choosing not to follow. But Remus just rolls his eyes. 

"I know that. Everybody knows that. Except you, apparently." Remus winks, though Patton only feels worse at the jab. "I more so meant we distract you momentarily, and then after you've fucked out your feelings, you can better put them into words!" 

Patton basically squeals at the proposition. "That's inappropriate!" 

"It'd work though," Remus replies, smiling wide, as though attempting to entice Patton to consider. "Probably. And even if it doesn't, at least you'll know a bit more about your frog body." 

Remus shimmies as he speaks, running his hands sensually over his own body, before licking his lips. He wants Patton more than the other way around, but Patton supposes he really doesn't have a better solution. And what Remus is saying makes sense, at least to some degree. 

So, with a sigh, he relents. 

"Fine. But- but we're going at my pace! I'm not as quick as you kiddos are so I need things to be acclimated to me." It's a firm declaration, and one Remus doesn't bother refuting, instead just offering a thumbs-up of acknowledgement, and then taking a few excited steps back in order to give Patton the space to stand. 

Instinctively, part of Patton can't help but feel a little ashamed as he stands. It's a reminder of how big he is, and just how big his feelings are. Though, it's admittedly a bit hard to stay focused on his negativity when Remus is almost immediately waving his hands back and forth, whipping both of their clothes off through the power of creativity. 

It has Patton stumbling as he's suddenly stripped down to his boxers - just as stretched and torn as the rest of his clothing was - making him stomp his feet as he attempts to ground himself. 

"I thought we were going at my pace!" Patton shouts without intending to. He doesn't sound angry or uncomfortable; he just sounds surprised, but his hands still push over his mouth at the impulsively loud tone, and looks away from Remus as he tries to take a deep breath. 

"We are!" Remus protests, huffing. "Well, for the most part. You know I don't have much patience." Remus giggles nasally at his own words, as he rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet. "You should be lucky I left you with those boxers on, though they look like they're hanging by a thread anyway." 

Remus waves his hand dismissively, before he turns to show off his own carelessly nude body. 

"I'm all naked though, generously sparing you the tedious work of stripping me down..." Remus slides his hands up and down his body, and Patton gulps as his eyes are seemingly drawn back to Remus every time he tries to look away. "I'm just dying to know what those froggy fingers feel like on my skin. Won't you give me the pleasure?" 

He emphasizes the word, as though mere touch will help spur on Remus's arousal, and knowing Remus, the slimy skin of Patton's frog-like fingers just might! Who knows what gets him off? 

Patton exhales, trying to calm himself as he bends down to grab Remus, before straightening himself back up, flushing when Remus immediately starts wiggling around in his hand, as if trying to grind against Patton's moist fingers. 

"Mmm," Remus moans, dramatically, "I could get used to this! If you ever need someone to fuck your emotions out on, I will be your long-term booty call!" 

Patton cringes at Remus's words, attempting to shut him up by shushing him softly, but Remus just wont stop talking. 

He stares shamelessly at Patton's chest, pleased with himself for having previously stripped Patton down. "So... what's first on the list? Pushing me in between your tits? Swallowing me down? Or do you want to get right into the sex?" 

Patton flushes as he repeatedly blinks in order to process Remus's usual quick-paced nature, shaking his head after a moment. 

"Well... uhm... first things first, I need to get fully naked. Obviously." He sounds more as though he's talking to himself than Remus, giving himself the motivation to use his other hand to try and pull his boxers off. 

He tugs at the waistband, but doesn't want to break them, so he pauses for a moment as he looks at the hand that's holding Remus and thinks for a second. He needs both of his hands, but he knows Remus will just whine and pout if he sets him down. So, his long tongue shoots out of his mouth and, with surprising precision, wraps around Remus's midsection. 

And Patton's just fine with it. Though it's a little weird holding something with his tongue, it's not like it hurts or is uncomfortable. And Remus squeals with delight. 

"This is so cool!" Remus exclaims, kicking his feet happily as Patton's tongue pulsates around him, saliva leaking over his chest and dripping from the muscle. It'd be gross under different circumstances, but Remus loves gross things, and Patton would rather not think about how weird this is right now. 

With Remus now held firmly, Patton's able to slide both of his hands down to his waistband, and he attempts to pull his boxers off. 

They rip immediately. 

Patton frowns, though he's unsure of whether the torn fabric was a result of his strength or the already tattered state of the clothes. Sighing, Patton decides to drop the useless material, now believing it useless he even tried to be careful at all. 

But Remus seems to enjoy being suspended by Patton's tongue, as he's held horizontal as though he's laying down, and Patton realizes that his tongue is long enough to keep Remus hanging right in front of his cock. 

Patton flushes, though it's not visible, as he sort of freezes. 

The idea of fucking into Remus while leaving him suspended by his tongue is strange, but one that plagues his mind. He could plant his hands on Remus's hips or thighs to pull him closer, but keep his center held by the long, twisting muscle. It's not like Remus would mind, right? 

As Remus opens his mouth to complain about Patton not moving to do anything, he suddenly feels Patton's slimy cock poking at his ass, running between his cheeks. It makes him writhe in delight, as he happily gasps "of course! Your cock has it's own slick! Good thing, too, as I can't really use my arms to summon lube." 

Patton would bite his lip if he had any teeth in this form. 

His tongue keeps Remus's arms pinned to his sides, and flexes as Remus continues to squirm. It's a bit difficult to control, but with a little bit of thinking, and the use of one of his large hands wrapping around Remus's midsection and his tongue (squishing them against each other), he's able to properly move Remus closer to his cock, groaning as the mere tip starts to stretch Remus open. 

Immediately, Remus cries out in pleasure. With how much he's moving, Patton would normally be worried, but as of right now he just tightens his grip on Remus with both his fingers and his tongue to hold him still, though quickly realizes he has to loosen it a bit as his monstrous cock slides deeper into Remus's ass due to the massive size difference between them. The sheer size of his cock makes Remus's stomach bulge to a considerable degree, and if they weren't quite literally imaginary, Patton would worry about hurting him. 

But as Remus feels himself be filled up slowly, and sees how Patton's fingers and tongue have to adjust themselves to adapt to his expanding midsection, he can't help but moan!

Despite being in a more distorted form, Patton still does have a soft, caring side to him. 

Sure, there's a part of him that wants nothing more than to carelessly use Remus. The latter's smaller body feels amazingly tight around his large cock! But another, stronger part of him wants to make sure that Remus is still okay. So once he's all the way pushed inside, he forces himself to hold Remus still, feeling hot when he looks down and realizes how insanely bulged he's making Remus's stomach! 

He knew it would make a difference, obviously, but he didn't expect it to be this intense! 

Patton gives himself a moment to familiarize himself to the tight, wet heat, desperately resisting his urges to just use Remus like he's nothing more than a sex doll. He checks on Remus instead. 

"Remus... you look really, really full. Are you okay?" Patton's voice is strained with the effort of of restraint, along with being the slightest bit muffled as he speaks due to his tongue hanging out of his mouth. But it's painfully obvious that he's only asking out of formality; he's just trying to be kind, and it's clear Patton's desperate to get right to the sex. 

Without any hesitation, Remus lets out a strained moan from the pressure of being so achingly full. "Yes!" Remus cries, as he squirms. "More than okay!" 

Remus is panting through labored breaths and shaky moans, shamelessly trying to squirm and fuck himself down on Patton's cock. He enjoys being pushed far past his limits, and in this situation he's more turned on than he's ever been in his life! 

"Why are you holding back?" Remus whines, after a minute. It's loud and desperate, and makes something click in Patton, encouraging him immediately to squeeze Remus (and groan as his cock is massaged from the outside). He uses his tongue and hand to pull Remus off his cock just enough so the tip is the only thing forced inside, before pulling Remus against him hard and impulsively. 

Spit soaks over Remus's body, mixing in with sweat as Patton pumps his body up and down on his girthy cock, setting a fast and ruthless pace immediately. With the noises Patton's making, he sounds like a pure animal, grunting and groaning as he uses Remus like the fleshlight he is. 

His cock visibly slides in and out of Remus, stretching him open and giving him mere seconds of respite before he's being fucked hard again. His organs are displaced. His stomach is stretched open. Remus would love to see himself after such a ruthless fuck; he's sure he'll look like nothing but an abused toy when Patton's done! 

All of Patton's internalized frustration, upset, and general anger comes out in his hard thrusts. At some point, he wraps his other hand around Remus as well. His tongue eases up on it's grip as Patton's large fingers are now doing a majority of the grabbing, but it still glides over Remus's chest, subjecting his nipples to Patton's slick tongue, and his cock just the same. 

Remus is a writhing mess of pleasure, trembling and shaking as he desperately holds back his orgasm. 

Usually, he's the last to come, but Patton doesn't look like he's stopping anytime soon. He's needy, and Remus knows that he's going to fuck all of his anger out on him. 

"Pa-Patton!" Remus cries, as Patton's tongue slowly slides over his body, wiggling around his neck and coiling around him as it cuts off his blood flow, causing his eyes to roll back into his head. Patton doesn't even notice what he's doing, and frankly he doesn't care. Remus loves it, and Patton knows that Remus loves it. 

Patton groans as pre spills into Remus, almost immediately being fucked out of him in large globs. 

The idea of Patton filling him to the point of bursting when he comes has Remus trembling, though he was already shaking with overstimulation anyway. 

Every sensitive area on his body is assaulted by some form of friction. Some moist pleasure rubbing or squeezing him in ways Remus has never been touched before. 

Remus feels absolutely defiled in the greatest way as Patton lets himself be controlled by his instincts and his emotions, leading to rough, intense thrusts matched to Patton's hands pulling Remus's body down, making sure he's fucked full each and every time. 

Remus's prostate is thoroughly assaulted, being hit or rubbed constantly, leading to waves of pleasure to crash over him with mere seconds in between. It happens so frequently that he has no time to catch his breath, leading to him gasping as he tries to stay conscious.

"Pat..." Remus chokes out, straining to say Patton's full name. The barely audible croak has Patton finally peeking an eye open, and sort of sighing as he sees Remus. 

Immediately, his tongue loosens around Remus's neck, allowing him to suck in some much needed air. Following immediately after is a pathetically loud cry, needy and desperate. It only spurs Patton to be rougher with him, delighted when Remus comes with just a few more thrusts. 

The taste of his come slathers along Patton's tongue, as it drags over Remus's cock. 

Immediately, Remus is whining and his writhing starts back up as Patton continues using him. He's not trying to get away; his body involuntarily is trying to lessen the stimulation he's experiencing. It doesn't help that Patton's tongue continues to squeeze and rub against his body, unwavering in its pulses, and Patton's hands just further squish his tongue against Remus's sensitive bits. 

Luckily, Patton seems to be getting sloppier. His animalistic noises increase in volume and frequency, letting out desperate grunts or groans with each pump of Remus on his cock. 

His own orgasm is unannounced, giving Remus little time to prepare. 

Patton's pulls Remus down hard against his cock, shoved into him all the way to the base. Remus is properly stretched out, only to be filled further as Patton comes. 

Streams of semen pour into Remus's body, stretching his midsection until it can't expand further. Then, come begins spilling out of Remus's hole, drenching Patton's legs and the floor beneath them. Remus keeps expecting him tp finish fully, only for more and more to come spilling out of Patton. His orgasm seems to be endless, and Remus's head falls back in a loud, strained moan as Patton does the same. 

He's held firmly as Patton pants, and both of them stay like that for minutes before Remus feels Patton's tongue retracting. 

He thinka nothing off it until his back suddenly hits the moist ground, which has him finally looking towards Patton. 

His previously giant form had shrunk back into his soft, chubby human form. His hands are still on Remus's waist, but they aren't enveloping it anymore. 

Remus's stomach still bulges from the amount of come pumped inside of him, but significantly less so due to Patton's cock shrinking along with the rest of his body (much to Remus's disappointment, admittedly). 

Patton's face is noticeably flushed, red, covered in sweat. He's even trembling! 

Remus cant stifle his laugh, which has Patton fully processing his surroundings and flushing darker, pulling out of Remus and cringing at the flood of semen that comes spilling out afterwards. As he takes a step back, he steps into more, as it drenches the floor, making him whine. 

This has Remus scoffing. "Quit whining," he pants, and watches as Patton fully realizes Remus is on the ground. 

Sweet as ever, Patton kneels down in their mess to help Remus up, who's shaky on his legs. Having achieved such a feat, Patton can't help but feel a little proud. 

He helps keep Remus standing, and manages to guide them both to the bathroom. As he starts a bath, Remus shakily snaps his fingers. 

"Boom. Now your room's clean. And small again, if you want to go look at it," Remus says, and Patton notes the quiver in his voice. 

Patton smiles in thanks, but doesn't say anything as he helps Remus into the water, and then steps in himself. It has Remus looking confused. 

"You... why are you bathing with me?" 

Patton gently cups a handful of water, and pours it over Remus's head. "Do you not want me to?"

"I don't mind," comes Remus's immediate response. He sets his hands on Patton's squishy chest. "It's more time I get to see you naked." He keeps his eyes wide open as Patton continues to run water through his sweaty hair. A few beads drip into Remus's eyes, but he doesn't even blink. "I just thought you'd want to feel better and then see me off!" 

Patton smiles softly, shaking his head. "Think of this as a thanks." 

He helps Remus wipe down with hot water, and Patton only washes himself off with soap after Remus has stepped out of the bath and shaken himself off to dry. 

Patton dries them both off with a towel, but doesn't expect Remus to follow him back to his room. He doesn't stop Remus either. 

His room is much smaller, suited to his current size. It's just as clean as Remus said it would be, which has Patton sighing happily. He's ready to deal with his feelings, but as Remus flops facedown on his bed, Patton decides they can take a short detour first. 

He crawls into his bed after Remus, pulling the blankets off around them, and hears a loud snore that makes him chuckle as he pulls Remus's head against his soft chest, cradling him softly as they rest for a bit. And Patton promises he'll work through his feelings as soon as he wakes up. 

[mrsaguapapi]

Ch 1  Ch 2  Ch 3  Ch 4  Ch 5  Ch 6

Chapter 7

Beg

The Vibe: 

Childish Gambino - Me and Your Mama (Let Me Into Your Heart) (Official Audio)

"Namor what are you doing here, it's almost 4 am?"  I say half startled 

"What was Bucky doing here?" He sternly asks 

Who the fuck do you think you are?

I am still very upset about the previous fight, I cross my arms and lean back, "Why? If you are going to lecture me about who I spend my time with, Someone already beat you to it" 

His face relaxes and his tone changes, "I'm sorry, I should not have reacted that way. Please accept my apologies." 

I roll my eyes and step aside, "Come in" Namor steps in and I close the door behind him. "What can I do for you?" 

"Are you alright, you look like you've been crying. Did he hurt you?" he genuinely asks 

"Only my feelings." I chuckle, "I'm fine, I've had a long night." we just stand there for a moment, "Namor, why are you here?"

"I wanted to see you," he admits

"For what?" I yawn "this couldn't have waited until the morning?" 

He steps forward and strokes my cheek, "For an hour I contemplated how to answer that question and even coming over here, " Namor smiles, "I don't know the answer.  I do know that when we first met I wanted to make you mine. "

Oh. OH

"I truly am so sorry for the way I acted earlier. I was worried he'd won you back before I had the privilege to taste you." he explains, "I desire you Ki'ichpan."

I hadn't realized he was slowly backing me into a corner until I hit the wall. He was so close to me that I could feel his breath on my face. In pure strength, I'd say we were matched but with my powers, I was sure I could easily take him out. But I didn't move, something about his energy disengaged my body to the point where I was practically useless. At this moment he could do what he wanted to me without any objection, despite what I was thinking in my head, my body readily accepted this fact. 

He smells like dragon fruit and fresh sandalwood; his body was toned but he wasn't overly muscled and his skin was a nice golden brown. As I continued to inspect him further down I made eye contact with his tight-fitted green shorts and quickly looked away out of shame. 

"Don't be embarrassed Ki'ichpan. You like what you see eh? I'd be happy to remove them for you" he looks at me deviously. Namor moves so close to me that I can now feel his growing erection "Just say the word and I'm yours." 

"Why? Why do you want me? What makes me so special that a 'God' would want me?" I scoff

He looks down into my eyes, "You challenge me. Most women I've encountered, fold under my gaze. As for you? You were unmoved and unbothered. Not to mention our fight; never have I ever felt so powerless after a fight. There is nothing sexier than a powerful woman. Say yes, let me take care of you Ki'ichpan"

Fuck it

Without saying a word or breaking eye contact I drop my towel. I take his hand in mine and guide him up my body, starting from my ass and to my breasts. 

"Drop the shorts," I say 

He steps back and takes off his shorts and tosses them. His dick was fully erect now; he was thick and at least 8in. It was practically standing on its own.  Before he could come back to me I quickly stop him by kicking my foot to his chest and holding it there. 

"Beg." 

Namor smiles and kisses my ankle as he slowly drops to his knees allowing my foot to now rest on his shoulders. "Please, Milleanyia allow me to fuck you." 

"You can taste for now. You don't deserve to have all of me yet."  I tease

"As you wish." Namor moves closer and wraps my leg around his shoulder giving him full access to my wet pussy.  He Begins to kiss up my leg very gently and slowly inching up closer to my core. Slowly he takes my clit to his mouth and he begins to suck on it.

I let out a soft moan making Namor go wild; he spreads my folds and starts to tongue fuck me, licking up every drop like it was nectar from a fruit.  To brace myself I grab Namors hair and hold myself and him in place. I guess he liked the sudden hair-pulling because this time he moaned. His moans went straight to my pussy fueling my oncoming orgasm. 

"Fuck don't stop." he doesn't; keeping the same pace with his tongue he slowly begins to slide his finger into me.  At first, he was slow about it, like he was exploring my insides.  He eventually adds a second finger this time plunging them both in me at a hard steady pace.  At this point, I'm moaning left and right enjoying every moment of this. 

God this has me rolling. 

"I'm so close, please don't stop" I beg him

Namor takes his fingers and slightly hooks them inside me. Now with every pump, he's massaging my sweet spot.  Slamming my head back to the wall I feel my pussy tighten around him as my orgasm takes over. Too lost in my own pleasure I hadn't realized that Namor was moaning with me, enjoying each moment of my release just as much as I. 

Before I fully come down from my high Namor drops my leg and stands up to kiss me.   He was kissing me with such force and want that I could barely breath; it was like he needs me as much as he needs air.  While kissing I slowly reach down to play with his dick, using the precum on his tip to help lubricate him.  

"Fuck" Namor growls, slamming his hand on the wall behind me and laying his head on my shoulder. I begin to slowly stroke him from base to tip, lightly squeezing every so often just to see him melt.

I softly whisper in his ear, "I want you to fuck me so hard, that I feel sore every time I sit" 

He quickly looks at me with excitement, I swear I see a fire light in his eyes. Namor picks me up and leads me to the bedroom swiftly throwing me on the bed. He climbs up and begins to spread kisses along my stomach and breasts occasionally sucking and biting on my nipples, eventually looking into my eyes, "Let me know if I'm going too rough okay Ki'ichpan?" 

I smile and shake my head pulling him in so we can kiss. He reaches down and begins to rub his dick on my slick cunt, coating himself in my juices. He does this for a few minutes before he begins to slowly enter me until he hits balls deep. He was huge, this was definitely pushing my limits; I have never been filled like this. 

Namor speaks," Fuck you feel so tight. Are you ready?"

"Yes," I weakly reply. 

God, he feels so good 

He smiles , "Beg" 

I hesitate for a second but slowly continue, "Fuck me Namor. Please I need you." I seductively say. And with that Namor goes to town, fucking me like a wild animal. 

All I could do was hold on to him, scratching his back as he fucked me to oblivion. I begin to scream out in pleasure saying things that made no sense; he takes his hand and covers my mouth successfully muffling me and whispers in my ear, "Normally I'd say let it out but the last thing we need is for someone to interrupt us Ki'ichpan. Can you keep quiet for Daddy?" He removes his hand

"Yes" I quickly say

He grabs my chin, "Yes what?"

Okay I see you with your Daddy kink

"Yes Daddy," I say a little louder. 

"Good girl." He then sits up and grabs my waist for leverage and begins to pound into me with such force.  I cover my mouth to keep from screaming; in this position, he was hitting my g-spot over and over, building my orgasm right back up. Namor can feel that I'm close, he was too, so he takes one hand and starts to rub my clit. 

"Cum with me Millaenyia." Namor pleads still roughly thrusting into me. 

I close my eyes bracing myself for my orgasm. Namor comes back down to me, holding his forehead to mine, "Open your eyes and look at me." I do as I was told "Cum with me baby," he begs. 

Not being able to hold it anymore I let go,  allowing my orgasm to take over me.  Namor grunts and moans while getting a couple more strokes in before he lets go in my pussy, filling me up completely.  

We lay for a while me holding him on top of me, us never speaking.

He hasn't even pulled out yet. 

I look over at the clock and it's 5 am; it's like all of a sudden I'm exhausted.  

Sorry Marc, not getting up to pee this time. 

Finally, I speak, " I'm this close to falling asleep.  Will you stay with me tonight,  at least until I fall asleep? "

Namor looks up at me, "Of course" He finally pulls out, grabs the blanket to cover us, and lays behind me so we could spoon. I grab his arm and hold it to my chest, "You're amazing by the way" I say half-sleep, "we are definitely doing that again." I chuckle. 

"Oh Ki'ichpan, I have so much more I want to do to you." Namor says, "but in the meantime, we should sleep." 

You don't have to tell me twice. 

After the longest day of my life, I finally doze off. 

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Hhh... First time (day 15) with N'doul, pls~? 👉👈

Hiiii, another late fic, I'm sorry :(

This is like. Super out of character for N'Doul, but at the same time he's kind of soft, so it's a win? I don't think I paid too much attention on the prompt either but I'm just trying to survive through the rest of my drafts I'm so sorry

Day Fifteen: First Time

It was another cold Egyptian night. You found yourself wide awake in bed, your back pressed against your husband's, barely sharing warmth underneath your frail blanket. You couldn't take it anymore. You were freezing, you needed something to unthaw the ice growing in your joints. Your husband was right there, but you were too scared to try anything.

There was the ever present feeling of heat in your loins. At some point you had fallen asleep, only to be so rudely introduced into a hot and heavy dream before waking up again with your panties ruined. You were really that much of mess just sleeping next to the man.

Suddenly N'Doul had moved, he twisted around underneath the covers so he could curl around you with your back pressed into his strong chest.

He whispered against your skin, softly trailing his hand up and down your shoulder. "Habibti, is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine. Why do you ask?" Yourself twisted to face your husband, a hand resting on his jaw to feel his smooth skin.

"I was worried, you were twitching in your sleep. A nightmare maybe?"

Shit. That's embarrassing. "Yeah... Just a spooky dream. Sorry for waking you up but I am kinda glad we're awake together."

N'Doul gave you a smile, ghosting his lips about your face until he found the perfect spot on your brow to kiss. You kissed him back, starting a soft makeout with him, feeling up his built body, ending up with your hands grabbing at his messy hair, earning yourself a groan.

Things quickly became heated as his own hands that were feeling you up moved south, teasing your thighs by moving between them. You only pulled away to speak, N'Doul was already breathless, swapped saliva attaching your bruised lips with his while he laid there and hung on to every word. "N'Doul... I'm cold, maybe we should do something to warm things up?" You added ghostly pecks to his lips, goading him on for more. It only did the opposite as N'Doul suddenly pulled away from you, shock written into the lines of his face as he stuttered, "Really? I'll admit I'd love to do those things with you, but... I've never done it before. I-I'm not really sure where to start."

You cooed at his confession, which only seemed to make his cheeks growing hot worse, offering him a kiss before trying to soothe his worry. "Habibi I'd be honored to be your first. Don't fear over messing things up, that's part of the experience."

"I'm not... I'm not afraid I'll mess this up. It's more like, I'm worried I'll do something to hurt you. I can't exactly see what I'm doing."

"But you don't need to rely on sight to do a good job, you should know that! You can still hear me, right?" You added more kisses to his neck between every sentence. Meanwhile, your hand found his to help guide him over your body, to your breasts, "I'll tell you what I like. You can still touch me," Lower to your hips and thighs, "Do whatever you think is good. Touch me everywhere. I know anything you give me will feel wonderful." Until his hand grazed your core, between your clothes thighs. N'Doul shivered, and captured your lips in his. With gentleness he only showed you, he gracefully took off every piece of your clothing to leave you bare underneath him, he took the opportunity to feel you more, playing with your breasts, dancing his fingers between your thighs again. His breath hitched in his throat once he realized just how ready you were for him.

"Oh. You're so wet... Something tells me that dream you had wasn't so scary." Finally, N'Doul cracked a smile.

"Shh! Just get on with this, I can't wait any longer."

"Okay, okay." Still smiling he was pressing more kisses into your body while freeing his lower half of his pants. You were both ready, there wasn't any pain as he entered you, only a soft sigh from N'Doul as he closed his eyes, enjoying being wrapped up entirely in you finally. "Worth the wait?" You teased him, arms wrapping around his waist to bring him closer to you. "Definitely." He sighed, giving him a final moment of peace before slowly thrusting his length inside of you.

He felt wonderful, but the quiet noises and sighs and whimpers falling from N'Doul's mouth told you he was enjoying it far more than you were. It was so lovely to watch him let go, be so uncharacteristically loud in your ear as his thrusts picked up a little more speed. His arms were shaking around you, but he didn't dare try to leave you, so caught up in the feeling of being inside you.

You spurred him on, pecking him in just the right places of his neck, your short nails digging softly into the skin of his back, letting him tremble on top of you. He was a mess, a big, beautiful mess.

"I don't ever want to stop." He rasped into your ear. N'Doul pushed his face into the sheets underneath you, moaning and trying to stave off an nearing orgasm from happening too early. "We don't have to," You assured him. You felt your own release keeping up on you. "Let's keep going all night."

[tsareviich]

It all still felt so surreal. A year ago he was hardly making it around the room on his crutches without his head spinning from his concussion. He’d felt a sense of guilt that he couldn’t give Vasily as great of a birthday as he deserved. And the evil loud voice in his head battling his concussion told him it would be his only chance. There was no way they were going to make it a year. The fear in his gut told him they’d not even make it through the summer. Just another casualty of wanting a carefree summer without string attached.

Yet they were still together. Despite every single odd in the world. And every single person who was betting against them.

With blurry eyes, eugene rubbed the sleep away. The body curled around him still sound asleep as tanned fingers move to cup Vasily’s jaw and give his head a gentle shake to wake up. The familiar ravkan curses only cause eugene to chuckle. ❝ oh stop. I even let you sleep in. we can’t celebrate your birthday if you spend the entire day asleep, my love. ❞ eugene’s laughter only grows as vasily’s hand pushes his face away with more grumbles. his lips move to kiss along the redness still surrounding vasily’s wrists brought on by the first part of his birthday present. the straps still laying on the bed where they left them. ❝ you should let me look at your wrists and ankles once we’re up, ❞ eugene mutters against vasily’s skin as he continues to plant butterfly soft kisses against his skin, an edge of seriousness and concern creeping into his voice.

❝ but first, I got you a more pg birthday present as well, ❞ he teases as he moves to detangle himself from the bed. almost certain vasily’s arms were tightening around him instead of loosening. once he managed to free himself he quickly made way to his underwear drawer to pull out a small jewelry box. a small pendant store inside with coordinate clearly marked. eugene made his way back to the bed, grinning as his boyfriend finally made an effort to truly wake up. he was tempted to flop outright onto the other, but reigned in his excitement and sat next to his boyfriend on the bed. he poked vasily’s cheek with a corner of the box. ❝ happy birthday, vasya ❞ he pauses to allow vasily to open up the box. his own cheeks starting to turn warm as he watches vasily read the numbers. ❝ it’s the coordinates to my old dorm. since that’s where it all started that Sunday night. Plus where I realized how madly in love with you I was after that paint night. And the place where we got our second chance. ❞

sometimes he really hated having a morning person as a boyfriend. it wasn't fair. why couldn't he have something that also liked to sleep in. and it was his birthday, no less! he should be allowed to sleep until, at least, noon. he curses him under his breath, not caring that eugene can understand. good. he can know how annoyed he is! " why not? it's my birthday. i should be able to do whatever i want. and waking up is not part of that. " he does smile when he feels the kisses along his wrists. they ache slightly but nothing that's unwanted or that was too much. it was just right. a perfect birthday gift from the perfect person. the only person he's ever told about that peculiar kink. the only person that will ever know. " i'm fine. they're just a little sore. nothing that won't be fine in a few days. it's not like we haven't done this before. " or will never do again. " you worry too much. "

then eugene was moving? why was he moving? on his birthday, no less? wakes him up early and then stops the cuddling? he was going to complain to somebody. he tries to get him to stay, not leave the nice warm bed. but then he leaves him. alone. on his birthday. vasily mutters some more curses under his breath, finally deciding to try his best to sit up. " but i liked the r rated gift. i could do with a repeat of that. " he lets out a squeak when eugene pokes him with a box? ( on his birthday! ) he takes it with a small smile, the diminutive making his tummy do flips, as it usually does when eugene uses it. " thank you, my love. " he opens the box and... is confused at first. are these... coordinates? are they going somewhere? he looks at him as eugene explains, the confusion turning into a softer expression. he didn't think he could speak without crying so he just kisses him instead. he leans his forehead against his, holding the box to his chest. " i love it. i love you. " at this point, vasily realizes he's crying. and he can't being himself to care. he kisses him softly, smiling against his lips. " i still wish we ran off and got married. "

a very belated birthday gift! || @w4ntd

[cinemadaydream]

hey! can i get a conrad x fem!reader where reader is pregnant and insists on going the bonfire with the group and is the DD. maybe add in the reader getting hurt in some way and conrad gets protective?

This baby is going to love you as much as I love you || Conrad Fisher x reader

warnings: reader gets injured, fluff, pregnant reader

"Can I please come with you guys?" you beg Conrad as you watch him get ready for the bonfire party his friend Clay throws every summer.

Conrad finishes putting his shirt on before coming to sit next to you on the bed. "You know I'd love for you to come with, but what if something happens to you or the baby?" he smiles softly before placing his hand on your growing baby bump. "Can't have my babies getting hurt. Do you want me to stay home with you instead?"

You shake your head no. "I just want to get out of the house for a bit since I haven't been able to do much with you guys this summer. I'll even be your destinated driver!"

You were right, most of the summer you had been inside, too sick to do anything, or you when you were out it was mainly at doctor appointments for the baby. Conrad had been making sure to take care of you, even staying in with you. He didn't realize how much it was bothering you not going out until he looked at your pleading eyes and he caved almost immediately.

Conrad sighs before nodding his head. "Okay, fine. But promise me you'll stay next to me the entire time?"

"I promise!" you smile before kissing him quickly and getting up to get ready.

-

Just as promised, you stayed next to Conrad from the moment you all arrived. Everything was going smoothly; you were laying on Conrads's shoulder drinking water as he drunk his beer and you guys talked to your friends. It was just what you've been needing.

"How far along are you?" Shayla asks sitting across from the two of you.

"Fifteen weeks today." you tell her. "The babies the size of a pear now."

"Steven's been so excited, he won't stop talking about being an uncle." Shayla tells you and you smile.

When you and Conrad told everyone, each of them had different reactions. Steven being the protective brother he was, was a tad bit angry but he quickly got over it. The same for your parents. Jeremiah and Belly were the only ones who were immediately excited. You and Conrad were terrified but the moment the two of you seen your baby on the ultrasound monitor all of your doubts and worries faded and was replaced with love and excitement.

"Speaking of Steven, I'm going to try to find him. Think him and Jeremiah are still over by the drinks taking body shots off each other." Shayla playfully rolls her eyes before standing up to leave.

You laugh before telling her bye and grabbing your water to take another sip of it. "How are you and the baby feeling?" Conrad asks you wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"We're fine. Thank you for letting me come with."

"Anything for you." he grins before leaning down and placing a short, sweet kiss against your lips that you immediately return.

Does anything for you mean you'll get up and get me another drink?" you raise your eyebrows as you hold up your empty water bottle.

"That it does." he replies before grabbing the water bottle from you. "I'll be right back." he reassures before standing up and making his way to the drinks.

You sit and wait for him for a few minutes as you make conversation with your friends until you hear shouting. Your heart leaps in your throat when you see Conrad arguing with a guy you don't know. Things were quickly getting heated, and the guy shoves Conrad and Conrad is quick to shove him right back. Before you could even think about it you leap up off of the sand and rush towards them.

"Guys! Guys!" you shout as you come up from behind the guy. Conrad notices you and immediately drops his hands but the stranger still tries to shove Conrad and before you could even register what is happening, his elbow hits the side of your face so hard you fly backwards. Thankfully Jeremiah had come up behind you and caught you before you fell to the ground.

"Fuck, baby, are you alright?" Conrad asks attempting to rush towards you but before he could even get pass, the stranger shoves Conrad again. "Dude, what the fuck is your problem? You just hit my pregnant girlfriend!" Conrad shouts before his fist collide against the guys face.

Even from where you were standing, you could see how pissed Conrad he was as lands punch after punch against the guys face. You watch as the two of them continue to fight before you hear sirens, and they break apart almost immediately. Conrad rushes over to you and Jeremiah before the three of you run to the car.

"I got to find Belly and Steven, I'll be right back!" Jeremiah tells the two of you before closing the car door and running off.

"How bad does it hurt?" Conrad carefully grabs your face to examine your injury and winces when he sees the dark red mark already forming.

"It's not that bad." you reassure him.

Conrad shakes his head and your heart breaks as Conrads eyes fill with tears. "You almost fell. You could have gotten hurt worse than this, or the baby could have gotten hurt. I'm so sorry."

"It was my fault, Con. I got too close. I just freaked out when I saw him shove you and didn't think about it." you tell him as you wipe his tears away. "What happened?"

"He was talking shit about you being pregnant." Conrad says before sniffling and closing his eyes. "Said he don't see how a guy like me is capable of being a good dad."

"Oh, Con." you say grabbing both sides of his face to get him to look at you. "That guy is full of shit. You're going to be a great dad. The baby is so lucky to have you as their dad, baby."

"You really think so?" Conrad asks finally opening his eyes to look at you.

"I know so." you confirm. "You're always by my side, going to the doctors appointments with me. Making sure I take my prenatals. Reading to them. This baby is going to love you as much as I love you."

Conrad smiles before leaning down to kiss you, careful not to graze your cheek. "I love both of you too."

Tags: @laylasbunbunny

idk how I felt about this but I feel bad for not posting as much as I used to!! trust and believe I still intend to finish request and write, but my life has been crazy busy! Hope you guys like this one (:

[4everhyucks]

Heyo! I hope you're still doing GENSHIN requests?? I'm a little thirsty for Childe drabble or smth. So imagine the fem! Reader being Childe's comrade but they don't get along well (she thinks he is an idiot) until one fight when they get attacked the reader gets wounded with a poison arrow which catches her side b00b. And in order to save her Childe has to eXtRaCt the poison 🦘💕✨ idm if it grows into anything and the ending is up to you... But I BEG U TO WRITE IT YOU'RE SO GOOD AH thank 🛐🇷🇺

thank the poison

pairing childe x fem!reader

cw tit sucking, lots of kissing

navi

You’ve never really liked Childe, he's a literal idiot. The way he speaks, laughs, especially the way he looks at you, pisses you off more than anything in the world. As you hate to say this, he’s flawless, both his fighting and...

his looks.

Another sunrise, another commission to do. "So you're telling me that some hilichurls are wandering outside Wangshu Inn?" Childe leans down to your ears behind you, questioning. "Why can't you ever shut the fuck up, just follow me," you snap at him while picking up your pace, "and stop talking by my ear, I can hear you just fine."

"Hey hey, no need to get all grumpy on me, comrade..." You stomp away from Childe, his murmurs getting softer and softer.

—

You both were almost done with the monsters until one of the hilichurl fires an arrow towards you. "Comrade watch out! Behind you!" You hear Childe's warning but as you turn around, the arrow slice through your clothing, leaving a shallow cut on your side boob. Talk about embarrassing. Looking at the arrow, you see thick purple liquid dripping on the sharp end, "poison?" Immediately, your knees fall to the ground, you wince at the sudden discomfort of not being able to stand up.

Childe quickly finishes off the rest of the hilichurls and runs to you, "are you alright?" It's strange seeing the ginger being worried about you. "Do I look alright to you?" You glared at him, "I can't get up!" You then realize his eyes slowly shifted to where you had been cut. You have no idea why you were getting flustered, lowering your head to hide your burning cheeks. Not aware of how red his face is.

"I'll get a room at the inn," Childe said while swinging you over his shoulders.

"I can't believe I'm getting help from this guy," you sigh, heart racing.

"Said something?"

"Nope."

—

It's surprising how Childe carried you the entire way without complaining about it. He places you down onto the bed softly. "Gonna take a shower real quick," he states, disappearing right after.

That was close. He thought to himself, looking down at his bulge. He decided to ignore it since you were right outside. While you're busy thinking of a solution, you hear Childe snickering by the bathroom door.

"What's so funny?"

"You interested?" He plops down by your legs and taps them, "this poison... you won't be able to walk for at least three hours."

"Three hours?! You're telling me I'm gonna have to stay like this for that long?"

"I can suck it out if you allow me to," Childe jokingly utters, "weak poison doesn't have any effect on me."

The wetness you had in between your thighs since earlier just got worse, but you can't do anything about it. You knew Childe said it as a joke but this sensation you're having just won't go away. It wouldn't hurt to let him... right?

"Comrade, it's just a-"

"Do it." You cut him off.

"What?" Wanting you to repeat what he thought he heard.

"I said do it," you recite your words with your head tilted down.

Childe can feel his pants getting tighter. For the second time today, he found himself staring again. This time not at the cut, but at your tits, entirely. "Are you serious right now?" He breathes out. "Did the poison get to your head or something?"

Unsure of what that meant, you glance at him. Your eyes widen when you see the bulge under his clothing. "Childe, I didn't mean-"

"Oh, you don't get to take it back comrade."

Childe crawls closer to your upper body, hands sliding up your waist then ripping your top off. You instantly cover your breasts with your hands, "that was uncalled for." He gently lifted up your hands, "I don't see why you'd hide such a lovely feature." He stares at them for a good minute. "This is sort of awkward for me, stop staring." Head facing the other way. "No need to get all shy in front of me, princess." His tongue grazing over the cut. You flinch.

Princess? What a cringy word. You say that but deep inside you're probably craving for him to call you all sorts of things. Doesn't matter if it's dirty.

Without notifying you, Childe started sucking the poison out while teasing your nipple, which was so unnecessary. You bite your finger lightly, not aspiring to make too much noise. "You don't have to hold back you know," his voice vibrating against your boob. You shake your head, chest rising up and down. It didn't take him long to get the job done. "I'm done," getting up whilst licking the corner of his lips. Childe felt disgusted by himself, taking advantage of the situation for his own desires. He wants to leave right this second. It was a whole other story for you though, you wanted him to stay, to make you feel good.

It's not enough. Childe grabs the white sheet and tosses it over your torso. This isn't enough. "Get some rest, you'll feel better in a while. I'm leaving." I want you, more.

"Not enough," you mutter, grasping his wrist before he could go. It's soft, but he heard you. "Want you to make me feel good Childe," you pull him down by the hand and grab the back of his neck, connecting your lips to his.

I can't believe this asshole is making me feel this way. It might just be lust right now, but I just might fall in love with this idiot.

You brush your lips on his, delicately. Heat rose in your cheeks as your tongue touched the male's tongue. It was the first time you initiated a kiss. "Sorry, I kinda got taken away-" your trail of words gets cut off when Childe proceeds to kiss you, roughly. He rests his fingers beneath your jaw. To you, the kiss felt so long. You were panting by the time you pull away.

"Could we continue this when my leg feels better?" Your face flushes red, unable to look him in the eye. Fingers interlocking with his.

"Mhm, definitely." Being said, Childe plants a kiss on your forehead.