#hunter's bf tag

[hunter-sylvester]

Me, looking at my own reflection wearing very baggy sweatpants and a huge hoodie: "got that Jesse Pinkman drip rn"

Boyfriend: "Who?"

Me, unable to think of the show's name: "the uh...the wee character from...meth."

[bericas]

let's be more than... this.

[formosusiniquis]

things i know/things i want to learn

also on ao3 if you want the full smut experience, otherwise this stands on its own

He knows it's crazy. He knows it borders on batshit even. He knows it's weird and obsessive and, frankly, a little unhealthy.

But Nancy Wheeler started it.

Nancy Wheeler who is scary and prim and proper. Nancy Wheeler who had his hand in her lap last week, painting his nails a regal navy blue because it was the closest Nancy Wheeler had to black. Nancy Wheeler who spent the time their nails were drying chatting at him, like the Upside Down had spit him out solely so she would have a gal pal she could talk about boys with -- a first, he imagined, if his memory of Barbara Holland was at all accurate. Nancy Wheeler who said, "Jon is sweet, and he tries so I feel bad for even thinking it, but he just doesn't have as much fun when he's down there and you can tell. I mean, you know, when Steve did that thing he does with his tongue-"

Eddie has been running that particular sentence fragment through his head for the last week.

That thing with his tongue.

Has fun.

You know.

You know.

You know.

Cause the thing is, he decidedly does not know. He has never come anywhere near the realm of knowing. He would love to know exactly what he has done to make his new sort of friend, sort of nemesis and obvious flame of Steve's still burning affection think that he has any fucking inkling of a clue what kind of shit Steve 'always goes down' Harrington does with his tongue.

It's all he can think about.

Eddie is but a man. A man who has been forced by the fascist government and their pet doctors to stop smoking and give up most of the other addictive substances that he partook in for the sake of his admittedly shaky health. A man who has had these demands enforced by the much more effective puppy eyes of one Steve 'stop calling me mom, remember I was cool once' Harrington. A man who has an addictive personality, comes by it honest, and having given up smoking and drinking and the occasional bump -- anything from nature's bounty stays of course, he's not a total fucking loser -- has needed something new to latch onto.

Thank you Nancy 'I can only orgasm from oral' Wheeler for helping him straight onto the high that is staring at Steve Harrington and his pretty pink mouth.

I can tell he isn't having fun, not like Steve.

This thing with his tongue.

You know.

He wants to know.

The second thing, and it's barely a thing at all these days, is he does technically have some of the same shit going on that Wheeler does. A little bit less now. If there's a silver lining to this whole bat thing it's that, though he may be a nipple short, he lost enough of one tit to sweet talk his way into government funded top surgery, just to even things out. A just as silver lining, he was saved from the awkward 'guess what I'm trans' conversation thanks to the bat induced blood loss. When the older teens found him and Dustin, one of them in hysterics the other clinging to this mortal coil with both fists as best he could; and used the remains of a shirt that had seen better weeks to staunch the bleeding from his neck only to reveal that his own rippling pectorals had a different bounce than Steve 'at least I got to see his chest before I die' Harrington's. There wasn't any time for anything other than 'if he's still bleeding he's still alive let's move.'

They haven't talked about it.

He is fine not talking about it.

Prefers his acceptance this way actually. He knows he has a heating pad with his name, literally, on it at the Harrington abode, along with some other necessities. The only acknowledgement of his situation at all, that heating pad that's tucked away in the same drawer as Robin's -- also with her name on it like Steve doesn't trust them to share.

He would like to talk about it a little now. Now that he's been cleared for moderate exertion by a very mean physical therapist who enjoys inflicting so much misery on him that he's thinking of scrapping the black hanky all together. Cause he'd really, really like to know about that tongue thing.

Actually, first he'd really, really like to know why Nancy thinks he would already know. Maybe that's what eats at him the most -- second most the bats had actually eaten at him a lot, so he figures he can obsess about this for at least another week before it risks overtaking the literal eating -- that the woman who having had it all, having had Steve 'I know I saw you yesterday, but I missed you' Harrington in her pocket, and gave it away somehow sees something that makes her think Eddie is having sex with her ex-boyfriend on the regular.

She's supposed to be a detective, a real dateline NBC type. How on earth can she be looking at him and not see a starstruck virgin who, yes, is admittedly very, very in love lust with her ex.

And how is she okay with it?

Isn't there a best friend code or something? Not that Eddie would lay claim to that title, and it definitely feels weird ascribing it to Nancy when he's got the hellfire boys; but surely the regular friend code or the we survived a traumatic experience together and now we're inexplicably bonded for life code also has a byline about not sleeping with your compatriot's ex-boyfriends.

Even if she already thinks you know about how he gives good head.

So he just watches instead.

Watches him smile. Watches him pout. Watches him bite and lick and worry. Watches how they shine with something that's definitely more than just spit some days. Watches even closer to see if he can catch what Mabeline magic must be going on them.

He watches and watches and watches.

He has, by virtue of obsession, become the most studied observer of Steve 'absolutely wearing cherry flavored lipgloss' Harrington's mouth. He has also, by virtue of necessity, become the most talented reader of Steve 'seriously, Eddie, do I have something on my face' Harrington's lips.

Which provides him with a very interesting opportunity as he's browsing through the Family Video, looking for his pick for the weekly Big Kids Only movie night and not at all stalking Steve Harrington and his mouth.

"I'm going to ask him."

And Robin says something that involves an eye roll and a finger jabbed into a green polyester vest.

"I know I said it last week, but I mean it this time."

Her eyebrows are raised, so unimpressed she goes back to the counter to do whatever work stuff they supposedly do while they're here.

"I do mean it,” those cherry flavored lips pout, a dignified hand on his hip in the face of Robin’s clear disbelief.

She doesn’t open her mouth to answer this time but the arched brow and quirked smirk are clear enough that even he can make a guess at her response.

“I know I said that too, but I only kind of meant it last week. I actually mean it this time. “

She rolls her eyes, spitting out something quick and no doubt sharp and cutting with a slash of her hand.

“Just watch this.”

By this point Eddie 'hopelessly devoted to Stephan Richard Harrington’ Munson had actually stopped even pretending to be browsing the movie offerings of the sainted Family Video. He had in fact been standing with his hands wrapped around a copy of  The Last Unicorn watching Steve ‘does this thing with his tongue’ Harrington and his stupid mouth while he gossips with his stupid friend -- sorry, Buckley. A fact Steve must have already made note of, since he’s locking eyes with Eddie from across the store and shaping those soft pink lips into, “Go out with me?”

And that’s…

He does this thing with his tongue, you know.

You know.

Maybe he didn’t then, and maybe he doesn’t know why Nancy ‘shit we might actually be friends, I can never let her find out about this’ Wheeler thought he already would.

But if he plays his cards right, he might find out very, very soon.

[skeletalobscurity]

werewolf x vampire trope except the werewolf just so happens to also be a vampire hunter (his name is Nikolai btw lmao)

[bornetoblood]

Want you guys to know that whenever I draw modern au Gehrman she’s a goth babe thank you

[drbtinglecannon]

I have such mixed feelings on dalador

Cuz on the one hand

it's really funny

I feel like it could happen canonically, though hopefully years down the line rather than anytime soon

they were once so close as kids/teens but something happened and it led to bitterness and pain for decades that maybe can't ever be fully healed but can be remade into something new which has the potential to be sweet

But on the other hand

I think Darius' found family relationship with Eber & Hunter (and also Raine & Eda but not as close) is a billion times more important to his character and more compelling to me as a fan than dalador could ever be to the point I don't really care for it in comparison

it'd probably be plain unhealthy to even attempt dating for years given the amount of bitterness they had festering for decades

both Darius and Alador have the far more important task of fatherhood coming up (newly for Darius but Alador has been failing at it for years cuz of his neglect from his own abuse)

it's unfair to Em, Ed, and Amity for Alador to immediately hop into a new romantic relationship after all his years of neglect. Also Em & Ed weren't even around for the falling out between Alador and Odalia so they don't have that extra layer of understanding/acceptance that Amity does

it's unfair to Hunter too, like I imagine he'd unintentionally take that as a sign he's not actually wanted around if Darius was focused on a new relationship, and Hunter deserves all of Darius' attention

while Alador did ultimately choose the right side in the end, he actively helped make the rebellion more difficult all the way up until the end which almost got everyone Darius loves killed and that's uh, probably gonna be an issue for a while on top of the decades of bitterness. Add on he was the last to see the kids & now everyone's extra pissed at him. Like if Eda doesn't kill him Darius might himself

we don't know what caused their falling out and it could be extremely justified, so the lack of knowing for sure makes me a bit iffy

I feel like they're kinda fundamentally incompatible on bigger moral issues, the ways they approach magic, and personal ideologies. This isn't unchangeable but idk, I'm thinking about how Dana talked about Darius as a char and wonder how well that would mesh with Alador for a long term romantic situation

I know it's not really popular but after OTWAT I think daraeda is a way more interesting dynamic if I'm gonna ship Darius at all (tho under specific circumstances i.e. it's Raeda & Darius is very casually involved cuz I don't really see him as the type to settle down himself & Raeda is the OTP they're getting married it's non-negotiable it is happening in canon I am manifesting it... but anyway he occasionally goes on dates with them and such but for the most part he's doing his own thing which includes being Hunter's dad & Eber's bestie/brother & just his own personal time cuz he's a man that highly values his me time & I love that for him)

I still have mixed feelings on Alador after how he was acting in King's Tide (like dude... You're the adult be more mature? Also don't threaten a clearly abused child with sending him back to his abuser???? The fuck you were abused too dude you should have more compassion in such a situation. His moments with Amity were sweet but also I'm still mad they didn't go get the twins. All in all he's not off to a great start here)

I was vehemently opposed to it prior to COTH so I'm still not fully convinced

dalador being funny is the main reason I enjoy it which isn't a great reason imo lmao

out of the ships I think will happen/are canon, easily the one I care the least about by a wide margin

See found family point again cuz my god that reason is everything to me

[dxfiedfxte-a]

Fall/Autumn starters. || Not Accepting Until Caught Up

@hxpelessnurse​​ sent:  🏰 - Our muses are stay together at a haunted hotel

[{ 🦋 }] - “We’re finally here, man, I can’t believe I’ve never stayed here before, until now anyway.”

In the season of Autumn, not only was it in spooktober, but Fall weather, also meant Fall clothes. Long-sleeved shirts, jackets and trench coats were all applicable and wearing them, made it easier for him to blend in with the crowds, not to mention the changing of the color of the leaves, which was something that Minato always loved to see, trees all dressed up with an adorn of different colors, common colors being orange and yellow before they fell to the ground with the constant breeze of the autumn wind as the tree’s prepared for the change of the season. 

This fall, Minato was going to make the very most of it, and that also meant, cutting down on work hours a bit. Every past Fall that went by, Minato always tended to devote himself almost completely to his career, especially in the month of October. While there would still be a Halloween special on his show like there always was, he’d made it a point to cut back a bit, so it would give him time to actually enjoy more of the season to himself. The bluenette Paranormal Investigator still loved his career, his passion for it would never die, but after being part of this show for about six years, going onto seven now could make anyone want a little bit more free time.

Minato didn’t really see any more reason to completely drown himself in his work, his fans would just have to understand - there would be a few less episodes this October, but they would still get their Halloween Special, the only difference, was that it wouldn’t be a live episode, but a pre-recorded one of an investigation that took place a few days before Halloween, his fans wouldn’t be disappointed though, as the special location being investigated for it, was none other than the infamous Cecil Hotel - a place his fans had been wanting Paranormal Quest to investigate for quite a while now, so he wasn’t worried and knew that the episode would do just fine, that place was a paranormal hotspot, and he was confident that him and the team would be able to make contact.

With his work schedule for the month all worked out, Minato took the time to enjoy a vacation, something he never usually got to enjoy due to a usually busy work schedule, so this time around -- he was able to take time off and he was very happy about that. Originally, Minato had planned to stay in another part of Tokyo since he had a radio interview to do later on after the weekend with Paranormal Monthly, another podcast involving discussions of all things paranormal, there seemed to be a lot of these coming out these days, but Minato didn’t mind it, he was just happy to be a guest and answer any questions or theories that fans may have. 

At first, he was going to book a single room bedroom with plans of going by himself, that was until his girlfriend Mikan Tsumiki, who has a nurse that worked in assisting Tae Takemi, the doctor who was in charge of the Yongen-Jaya Clinic, the place that coincidentally happened to be the same place he went to on a regular basis. The reason was simple, most regular doctors didn’t usually believe in ghosts, and would often look at Minato like he was crazy, probably thinking that all those scratches he often received were self-inflicted -- why did they always think that? Who knows? Tae Takemi at least didn’t ask any questions and just treated him like any other patient regardless of how bizarre his wounds were, possibly because she was a fan of his, possibly because she just didn’t care otherwise he didn’t really know, either way, he trusted her, and his frequenting there, was what had lead to him and Mikan meeting.

Perhaps it was a strange twist of fate, or perhaps, it was just all a lucky coincidence. Whatever it was, in the end, he was just thankful to have met her. Much to his surprise, Mikan’s schedule this week was also open, news that brought a smile to his face, he thought for sure that she would be busy considering it was Fall -- a common season for colds, hearing that she was free and wanted to come along, he happily agreed and instead, booked a room for two now that he had an excuse to pay the extra charge for a bigger room.

[{ 🦋 }] - “Apparently, this hotel is super haunted. There used to be another building here before, a mansion called the Akasaka Weekly, but after an in depth police investigation, they supposedly uncovered that the mansion, had some disturbing and dark history that involved some big names in the business and finance community as well as other public figures, mostly politicians though. Rumor has it, that the demolition company, was given an immediate order to demolish it as soon as the police investigation came to its conclusion.” He briefly explains, not really trying to scare her, just to inform her if there was a chance that she didn’t know about it.

The place they were staying, was a famous hotel in Tokyo called Hotel Mystays Akasaka -- a new hotel that was rebuilt after the demolition of the building that was formerly known as the Akasaka Weekly Mansion, an old multi-bedroom mansion that had a very dark history tied to it -- which was what most likely lead to its demolition. This place, in it’s new identity, carried a reputation of being one of the best hotels anyone visiting Japan should stay at, despite the positive limelight, there was one thing that often made tourists and locals alike, change their minds about where they were staying -- The Mystays Hotel Premier , was said to be haunted, and there were more than several eye-witness accounts of paranormal activity, a fact that to Minato, made this vacation, all the more exciting. Who knew that a hotel ten minutes away from the Roppongi entertainment district, would have such a history as this one? he couldn’t wait to check in, he would definitely be doing a little bit of ghost hunting later, at least for an Instagram vlog after the two were done enjoying most of their day together.

Walking hand-in-hand with Mikan at his side, the couple walked up the stairs, and through the double doors of the aforementioned hotel, the light blast of the air-conditioner greeting them as the person at the reception desk welcoming them in. After giving his name, Minato was given the key, and the luggage that him and Mikan had brought was politely taken up to their room by the baggage handler. With the key in his pocket, Minato turned his head to look at Mikan as he lead her towards the elevator.

[{ 🦋 }] - “Are you ready to check out our room? I booked one of their best, so I’m expecting it to be real cozy, with a nice view. Oh, and if you feel the presence of a spirit at all at any point, let me know.” Given from the few reports he’s heard, the activity would probably start closer to the early evening, though he was expecting to make contact tonight, hopefully, they’d be able to sleep whenever they would decide to turn in for the night. It was still early to late afternoon, so they would have time to settle in a bit.

[lewisvinga]

my boy | logan sargeant x fem! reader

summary; when a post that was made for her private instagram account, is accidentally posted on her main and makes everyone changes their thoughts on y/n and logan’s relationship.

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; suggestive content obvi 😭

taglist; @namgification

notes; requested !

masterlist !

liked by logansargeant, lilymhe, and others!

yourusername: me n my boy 🌸🌷🌹💐🩷

tagged; logansargeant

logansargeant: i love you, pretty girl!!

yourusername: i love you, pretty boy!!!

logansargeant: the last picture ????

yourusername: me eating u cos ur so cute

username: im so🥹

username: THEY’RE SO CUTEEE

username: the pic of logan holding the bouquet for her im so-

username: need a relationship like theirs asap

alex_albon: is he wearing…. a cowboy hat

logansargeant: yee haw 🤠

yourusername: american boy couldn’t hold back😞

lilymhe: can he fight ? cos i want u🥴

yourusername: no need u got me already bae😌

francisca.cgomes: cuties!! liked by yourusername!

carmenmmundt: double date soon??!!

yourusername: oh , duh!!!!

username: her friendship w the wags >>

username: the pics are so cute n soft omg i adore it so much😣😣😣😣😣

username: couple goals !

username: sobbing crying rolling on the floor

username: logan so soft bf coded 🥹🥹🥹

username: why’re they the most perfect couple ever

username: i live for y/n’a photo dumps of logan , they’re always so soft n cute😞

username: the first picture is so american coded

liked by logansargeant, and others

yourusername: me n my boy priv version

tagged; logansargeant

username: OH HELLO

username: waittttt

username: WHAT IS TJISLANDLS

logansargeant: wrong account, babe 😬

yourusername: oh! well… at least people know you keep me satisfied 😁😁

alex_albon: STOP THIS MADNESS Y/N I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE PLS I BEG STOP

yourusername: i got more i can accidentally post on the main btw

lilymhe: MONTHLY GIRLS CHAT OVER COFFEE IS PUSHED TO THIS WEEK

carmenmmundt: HELLO I AGREE!!

francisca.cgomes: OMG count me in

logansargeant: you guys talk about our sex life over coffee???

lilymhe: i have learnt very interesting things abt my bf’s teammate 😄

yourusername: gotta share the good stuff w the girls sorry my pretty boy 😚

username: IM STILL SCREAMING AT THIS

username: not all the wags confirming they always talk abt logan’s and y/n’s sex life 😭

username: u guys need a third???

username: the random picture of logan smiling😭

yourusername: it’s for balance😞

username: LMFAOO

username: LOGAN HUNTER SARGEANT??😧

username: ok now this… this is hot

username: the last picture i might go insane😵‍💫

username: oh she’s so real for this post

username: what happened to being a soft cute couple…

yourusername: i blame logan

username: OHMYMS🫨🫨🫨🫨

username: barley gave us time to recover from the last post being so cute 😭😭😭

username: pls she’s so

username: the difference between this post and her last one 😭😭😭😭

yourusername: my apologies everyone this was meant for my priv 🤥🤥🤥🤥at least you guys know who the real logan is😁

alex_albon: STOP CORRUPTING MY TEAMMATE

[noonaishere]

So I didn’t think I would be making another post so soon (I’m actually supposed to be working right now, but I’m doing what the kids call “procrastinating”... mostly because I don’t want to work 😭) but I just noticed my follower count:

🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Not too shabby for a blog that I only made for this fic specifically - because you can’t post pictures on AO3 (or you can, but it’s super difficult? I’m confused by tutorials) - and only has one fic.

I promise you all that there will be more, I’m just so overloaded with work right now that I haven’t been able to finish the fic I’ve literally been working on since... *has to check notes because it’s been so long I’ve forgotten* ...April.

*sigh*

So we have about... two months? Three months until I can post the next fic. It’s maybe halfway done in the writing stage, but then I need to let it rest for a bit and then read it again so I can find all (or at least most) of the mistakes. Then I need to make all the texts (and that took like two straight weeks last time and a lot of carpal tunnel inflamation).

I can give a hint though, in case anyone is curious what might be in it, so I’ll just post the screencap I’ve been holding on to, that inspired it:

(Thank you for the idea @luvvvx )

You’ve heard of One Set of Idiots, now try Two Sets of Idiots!

Also, it’s going to be an Ateez fic. (I’ll be changing the icon and theme of the blog when we get closer lol)

So again, I apologize that this is taking so long, I just have no time 😭

But it will happen.

[dantakeyoman]

The Entire Sully Family Shows Out For Your Iknimaya and Supports You (SFW / Comfort)

Reader is Fem! Omaticaya

CW: i love the Sully family so much, Neteyam is such a supportive bf (even tho he’s technically your crush in this but tomato, tamato), you kinda sorta almost die

“Neteyam,” you whispered, nervously taking his hand as Eyati finished her turn, happily soaring in the air with her new ikran. 

“You will be fine. I believe in you,” he smiled, giving your hand a firm squeeze.

“But what if I’m not? What if none of the ikran pick me? Or what if I can’t catch it?” you listed off, your brain already spiraling with different scenarios, all of them ending in you failing.

“You think too much,” he lightly laughed, giving you a soft flick in the temple. 

It made your nose twitch. 

Today was the day of your Iknimaya. And the entire Sully family came out to support you.

“You have been practicing for this more than anyone. It would be impossible for you to fail.”

“And even if you do, you can always ride with me,” Lo’ak smirked, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Tsahey!” Neytiri scolded, smacking her son upside the head for mentioning the possibility, the boy letting out a loud ouch!

She stood in front of you, a warm smile on her face, as she placed a hand on your heart.

“You must feel it in here. Be quick, and let your heart guide you,” she assured.

“I believe in you, (y/n)!” Tuk happily exclaimed, clinging to your leg.

“Thank you, Tuk,” you smiled, ruffling her hair a little bit.

“Alright, kid. You’re up,” Jake chimed, watching the second to last kid finish.

You took a deep breath, letting go of Neteyam’s hand and getting ready to walk away.

That is....until you felt something wrap around your thigh.

It was Neteyam’s tail.

He pulled you back into his chest, placing a heavy kiss on your lips.

Your eyes shot wide, and you blushed a dark shade of blue when you realized the entire Sully family was watching you.

You kissed back for a moment, before trying to pull out, but Neteyam kept you firmly in place.

It made Neytiri smile.

You were a fine girl, practically perfect for her son. She would be happy to call you a part of the family if Neteyam chose you as his mate.

“Ahem,” Jake cleared his throat, smirking.

The time for love would be later. He wanted to see his pupil kick some ass.

The two of you separated, and you looked at the boy in disbelief.

Neteyam had never kissed you before. 

Holding hands and tight hugs, sure. Maybe the occasional cheek peck. 

But never on the lips.

It felt good.

“For luck,” Neteyam smirked, slowly removing his tail from your leg.

You smiled, puffing out your chest with newfound confidence as you walked towards the crowd of ikran, Jake following closely behind you.

“Remember, kid,” he started, resting his hand on your shoulder. “Trust your instincts. Let your mind go blank and your body’ll know what to do.”

You smiled, giving him a firm nod.

Jake and Neytiri tag-teamed in teaching you the ways of the hunter, Neytiri focusing on the spiritual side, and Jake focusing the physical.

Neteyam and Lo’ak had finished their training and Iknimaya already, and now it was your turn.

You whipped out your rope, slowly stalking closer to the banshees, the entire family coming out the shade of the cave to watch.

You got into a predatory stance, hissing at all the ikran that were near you.

Every single one of them flew away.

Not deterred, you went to another group of them, hissing once again.

They all flew away as well.

Shit.

The anxiety began to sink in.

Not a single one was hissing back. Not a single one wanted to kill you. Not a single one wanted you as a rider.

Were you not worthy? Did you do something wrong? You were sure you were doing everything correctly, so why wasn’t it working?

You were about to hiss at the third group, when all of a sudden, a huge, black ikran landed on the rock, making the whole mountain shake.

“HOLY SHIT!” Lo’ak shouted, going wide eyed.

It had a 20 meter (65.6 feet) wingspan, at least, and razor sharp jaws, with talons the length of a banana.

Neteyam’s heart twisted in fear.

That thing was giant. One wrong move and you could be incredibly injured, or worse.

Dead.

His stomach hurt at the thought.

You stood there, gaped, as the impossibly large ikran stood before you, hissing back as it wound up it’s claws.

“SNAP OUT OF IT, (Y/N)! MOVE!” Jake shouted, his voice shaky.

“MA CHILD!” Neytiri exclaimed, fearful.

This was bad. 

Neither of them had ever seen an ikran this big, it’s size only second to that of Toruk. 

It could very easily kill you.

Shaking yourself out of it, you tuck and rolled, dodging the talons just in time.

Now that it’s wing was low, you jumped on top of it, using it as a ramp to run onto it’s back.

It violently thrashed around, making you lose balance the fling you off, sending you over the ledge.

“MA CHILD!” Neytiri gasped.

“(Y/N)!” Neteyam screamed, starting to run towards you.

“Wait! Look!” Lo’ak grabbed him, pointing to where you were thrown. 

Neteyam watched as your blue hand grabbed onto the ledge, the other one helping push you up.

When you fell over, you tucked the rope in your mouth and grabbed onto a root before you could free-fall.

You were a little banged up, but otherwise okay.

“That only took 10 years off my life,” Jake sighed, clutching his heart.

Hoisting yourself back onto the rock, you stood up, now angry.

“Alright you little shit. You wanna come at me? Huh?!” You spat, taking the rope out your mouth and baring your teeth.

The ikran turned to you, getting into a predatory stance and hissing.

It looks like she didn’t like your shouting.

You got into the stance as well, hissing back even louder, showing your fangs.

He didn’t know why, but watching you be so strong, so fearless, made Neteyam not only erupt in pride, but in another feeling. 

One he didn’t know the meaning of.

It made his skin burn, his stomach flutter, and his tail wag.

Lo’ak smirked, noticing this.

“You are such a bottom,” he teased, making Neteyam blush deeply.

“Am not!”

“Will you two shut it! Look!” Kiri hushed, pointing at you.

The boys whipped their heads around to look at you, who was swirling around your rope.

Without warning, you ran for it head on, letting out a loud war cry. 

The ikran roared, getting itself ready for what ever was coming.

As you got closer, you leaned down in your run, scooping up some dirt in your hand and tossing it into the beast’s eyes.

It let out a loud cry, thrashing it’s head about to get the dust out.

Taking this opportunity, you ran up the ikran’s wing, jumping onto it’s neck roughly.

Tossing the rope over it’s mouth, you tied it shut, keeping it from biting.

“Yes! That’s it! You got it!” Jake happily cheered on.

“Make the bond!” Neytiri called.

You quickly grabbed the banshee’s kuru, and were just about to make the bond when roughly flapped it’s wings, doing a back-flip and sending you both over the ledge.

Not again!

“Shit!” Jake exclaimed, the entire family sprinting to where you fell off, Neteyam being the fastest.

“Is (y/n) okay?!” Tuk asked fearfully, clinging to Kiri.

“I don’t...I don’t know,” she nervously answered, squinting her eyes to try and see.

The clouds were dense up there. You couldn’t see a thing below.

“That’s it,” Neteyam dismissed, letting out a quick call to his ikran. 

“Nuh uh. You gotta let her do this on her own,” Jake shut down, holding back his son as his ikran landed next to them.

“But what if she’s hurt?! She could be free falling right now and we wouldn’t know it!” Neteyam exclaimed, thrashing in his father’s grip.

He couldn’t let you die like that. Falling from a height this great would surely leave nothing left of you.

It was a cruel and violent end that you didn’t deserve.

“Ma Jake,” Neytiri nervously chimed, a knowing look in her eye.

She couldn’t say she wasn’t nervous either.

After taking you under her wing, she sees you as a fifth child, as part of the family.

She didn’t know what she would do if you died during your Iknimaya.

“I trust her abilities. She wouldn’t let herself die so easily,” Jake stayed firm in his position, still holding back his agitated son.

Just then, as if the answer to six prayers, you burst through the clouds, soaring on the back of the abnormally large ikran.

“ILEY!” you joyfully shouted, throwing a triumphant fist in the air as your banshee did a backflip, your happiness reflecting through her.

“Alright!” Lo’ak cheered you on.

“Way to go, (y/n)!” Kiri smiled, happily dancing around with Tuk.

Neytiri smiled, ululating, as she and Jake shared a big hug, Jake sighing into it.

You scared him for a moment there.

And Neteyam couldn’t help but watch you in pride, and a little bit of awe.

You looked so majestic as you flew through the sky, like something out of his mother’s stories.

Your joyful smile, the wind blowing through your hair, the overwhelming sense of freedom he already knew you were feeling.

It all looked gorgeous on you. 

And he now had no doubt in his mind that you were the woman, you were the warrior, he wanted to be his mate.

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🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Sugarcoating ✦ 3Dante x Fem!Reader

⌕ summary: Dante purposes that you two should kiss, and is not a big deal. After all, friends does this, too.

notes: to start the month with some goodies, let's have some smoochies! (Jesus Christ, why am I like that) hello y'all, how's it going? so, yeah, was feeling in the mood for writing a kiss/making-out scene and, well, no one better than Dante, right? right! in advance, I apologize because I tend to suck at kiss scenes and so so sooo sorry for the end being sorta turn-off. really, i was just excited to post it already after the feedback I had with the sneak peak. anyways, enjoy the reading!

♡ word count: 970

♡ tags: fem!reader, no use of pronouns (you/yours only), no description of reader's appearance, use of pet names, kissing, making-out, slightly suggestive but nothing explicit (it got hottie hottie at some point, i think), Dante tastes as strawberry and vanilla because I said so, 3Dante my beloved bf and mentions of friends with benefits.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

"What if we kissed?"

Your irises, focused before on the vast pages of the magazine, took an interested route to the owner of the question. Usually sitting with his feet up on the shop's wooden table, Dante's heavenly eyes gazed at you, curiously, brow arched and a wolfish grin summoned to his lips.

"What?" Your voice had come up with a high pitch.

"You heard me, angelcake," now the jovial Devil Hunter propped his chin on one hand, blinking both eyes with a certain air of grace. "You're a babe, I'm a hot stuff; I only see the pros." Dante shrugged as he finished his sentence.

Your reply was a short, airy laugh. Closing the random magazine in your hands, you adjusted your body on the sofa that was in front of Dante's desk, with your legs duly intertwined and, smiling a little, imitated the chin placed in the palm.

"Until yesterday, we were just friends considering — in your words — your bad luck with the ladies."

"Bingo," he snapped his fingers, not avoiding his turn to chuckle, "However, you are one of the few ladies to have ever shot me in the forehead."

"Really? Because the way you piss me off sometimes…"

"Ouch, baby, it's part of my charm. Anyway, what if we really kissed?" This time, Dante's inquiry came with an edge of seriousness, and you engaged in debate with your train of thought and the stations through which it passed.

Okay, Dante was eye candy without a doubt. Dangerously attractive and even if inconvenient in certain situations, you had to admit that he had an undeniable charisma and a generous heart.

Maybe he was also nice to kiss.

So why not?

It wasn't like the friendship between the two of you was going to end or wither because of a mere silly kiss…

You cleared your throat and rose from the sofa, tracing steps towards Dante, who was now smirking like he was the Cheshire Cat incarnate. Gone was all shyness and hesitation from the moment you walked around the table and placed yourself on the Devil Hunter's lap and wrapped your arms around his firm neck; cheeky, he let out a low chuckle of contentment.

"Is that a yes?" Dante's hands snaked stealthily up to grip your waist, an act that sent a rush of heat and shivers through you, and he felt it all too well, so much that his fingers began to caress your skin.

"Let's see if it is," determined, you calmly moved your face closer to Dante's until you felt the subtle brush of the tips of your noses and the warm breath against yours.

Quietly, you initiate the kiss. Sparda's handsome son made a sound akin to a pleasurable growl, moving his hands to your back and then lowering them to your thighs. You sighed. Until then, the movement of your lips had been carried out slowly and without much haste.

As if it were the beginning of a tasting.

Your fingers unconsciously tangled in the pale silk strands that were Dante's hair, he seemed to enjoy the touch. His lips were like velvet, a certain strawberry and vanilla flavor that when fused with the soft texture of his mouth, made you want more.

Dante, with some efficiency, had taken a slow nibble on your lower lip. The sensation was beneficial enough that your mouth opened, accompanied by a low, surprised moan, and then his smooth tongue darted in and involved with yours. Once a simple kiss, now it became hungry and voluptuous.

The half-demon greedily squeezed your thighs, grinning as another groan came from you; Dante stiffened and shivered as the scrape of your nail tips traveled down the back of his neck. He groaned too and then led the grips down to your ass, having the audacity to even give it a silent pat there.

You gasped from the lack of air and Dante's fiery acts that made your insides crackle like you were on fire. As you gasped, your mouths peeled off.

"Dante…" your bashful sigh brought another grunt of delight from the young Devil Hunter who was now finding refuge for his fervent mouth on the skin of your neck, gifting the curve with soft nips and lazy licks. "D-Dante…"

"Aw, baby…" you heard him suck in air through his teeth before giving you another lick, Dante was so caught up in the moment as you were that he started babbling disjointedly, "... Just like I imagined, you're sweet as hell, just the way I imagined it... So sweet, so delicious..."

His voice, husky and sly, made your muscles quiver and instinctively your thighs clenched together. Dante looked up and saw your irises hidden by your lashes and your head tilted back with brows positively twitching. He laughed, his eyes now blue like hellish flames and luscious.

You looked at him with half-closed eyelids and silently, flattening your hands on Dante's firm, strong chest. Much to your glee, he gave you a satisfied 'ooh'.

"Dante…"

"Yeah?"

Again, you sighed, more calmly than a few minutes ago.

"I…" you bit your lip, feeling abruptly self-conscious at the way Dante's ice blue colored orbs roamed over your figure. Worth mentioning, the young son of Sparda's hands were still placed on your ass. "Hm…"

"Lost your tongue all of a sudden, angel?"

"Hm, maybe she's still tangled up in yours," you shrugged, putting on a petit smile.

"Naughty," Dante chuckled, "Want to see if she's really tangled up in mine?"

"Now that you mention it, I do."

On this specific time, it was the half-demon who had kissed you passionately, with you again moaning in delight as you savoured his sweet tongue inside your mouth. You both smiled over each other's lips.

If your friendship continued sugarcoated like that, so be it.

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[hunter-sylvester]

Me: I wish I passed as well as [friend] does...

Bf: You do pass, just differently. Like, [friend] sort of vibes like a chill dude in their twenties and you vibe more like an annoying teenage boy ^-^

Me: ...I mean, I'll take it.

[seivsite]

hiiii!

may i request blade comforting his tired fem s/o who has been overworking herself? 👀

includes: blade x gn!reader. but written with fem!reader in mind, reader is a stellaron hunter, just soft bf bladie — wc: 262

I feel like Blade would definitely be the type to passive aggressively drag you away from your work and back to your comfortable bed. He's not the kind of person who would appreciate you ignoring your health and neglecting him. So be prepared to be held hostage until you get some much-needed rest!

If you were stressed out and cried to him, let's be honest, he probably wouldn't know exactly what to do. But he would definitely wrap his arms around you and hold you close, showering your forehead, cheeks, nose, lips, wherever he could reach, with gentle kisses.

Kissing away your tears is definitely a must for him. However, Blade isn't much of a talker when it comes to expressing comforting words. Instead, he finds solace in holding you tightly until you've calmed down and found some peace.

When you're with Blade, he's all about giving you the freedom to do whatever makes you happy. Whether it's playing with his hair, resting your head on his chest, or going out somewhere to eat, he's open to anything you want to do.

I feel like Blade would have a natural talent for giving massages. Somehow, he would instinctively know exactly where to massage you to help you relax and unwind.

Blade isn't the type to openly admit that he loves you, but if he sees you crying because of stress or any other reason, he won't hesitate to express it then. He'll immediately start apologising, showering you with comforting hugs and gently rubbing your back in an effort to soothe your cries.

NOTES. i did hcs bc anon didnt rly specify what format they wanted sooo yeahhh sorry if its a bit short

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[1000roughdrafts]

i thought of one more (i'm sorry!): could i please request a teenage!winchesters and teenage!reader (samxreader as either crushes or bf/gf, sam and reader are like 13 and dean is 17) where reader is stuck with the brothers while her parents are hunting with john and reader is pmsing hard and sam is convinced that she's possessed by a demon and it's up to dean to give an awkward, impromptu facts of life lesson to the embarrassed reader and the embarrassed (but curious lol) sam?

Don't be sorry!! I'M sorry for not getting this out sooner!!!

Warnings: mention of menstruation, minor characters used, minor gore (with menstruation)

Word Count: 1.4k

Being the daughter of a hunter in debt to John Winchester, Y/N is frequently dragged from town to town and pawned off to the hands of a 17-year-old Dean Winchester while her dad helps John on a case. Y/N would protest this more if it weren't for the youngest Winchester, Sam, who she may have a little bit of a crush on. She'd never admit to it, but she usually looks forward to the time she gets to spend with him, even if it did mean being left out of the action of a hunt.

Today, however, is a different story, because Y/N is having a visit from what dad calls "shark week". When she first got it, she was terrified, and dad heard her screams from across the house. But all he ever said about it was that he wasn't expecting it so soon, and she was entering womanhood. When she asked if that meant she'd be able to go hunting with him, he laughed, and tossed a box of pads at her. "Absolutely not," he'd said.

Too consumed with rage, confusion, and this horrible twisting pain in her stomach, Y/N completely misses the look of excitement on Sam's face when she arrives. She angrily tosses her bag onto the floor by the door and immediately regrets it. She gives a curt goodbye to her dad and tries to shake away the weird feeling, but the more she tries to fight it, the worse it gets. She tries to take deep breaths the way her dad taught her until Sam interrupts. “Heya, Y/N! Dean and I were about to watch a show, you wanna join us?"

"No," she says flatly, surprising herself with her tone. She is unsure of what to call the emotions that bubble inside of her. It's like she wants to hug him after not seeing him for so long but punch him for not giving her any time to get settled. She isn't interested in watching anything when her stomach feels like it's being stabbed over and over by a million knives. She looks up just in time to see his face fall, and she's upset with herself for she'd just spoken to him. "'No, thank you', is what I meant to say, sorry," she says, plopping into the chair, wanting nothing more than to become invisible.

Sam shoots Dean a look of concern, but Dean just shrugs, saying, "chicks."

Shaking his head, Sam slowly and curiously approaches Y/N, studying her face carefully as he sits in the chair next to her. With a gentle shrug, he says, "that's okay, we can do something else," he suggests, still watching her face for anything out of the ordinary.

"I don't want to, Sam" she says, but her bottom lip quivers in regret. The words are coming out on their own as if her body, or this "Shark Week" has taken over her, leaving her without control of her own thoughts, emotions or words. She covers her face in an attempt to stifle the sobs that break out of her, and soon after she's laughing at the absurdity of it all. She takes a deep breath, and relaxes into the seat, "I'm sorry," she says, "again. We can watch TV."

Sam's eyebrows furrow as he looks to Dean, smiling away at the magazine, and then back to Y/N, "are you okay, Y/N?" he asks.

"Yes! Why does everyone keep asking me if I'm okay!" she growls, "first my dad, then John, now you!"

Sam is taken aback by this, and that's when he notices that her hand is held tightly on her stomach. Suddenly, it all makes sense. Sam is confident that this isn't Y/N, that Y/N is in there somewhere, fighting to be free from whatever demon is possessing her.

"Okay!" he says, hands held up to her, "it's just... you're not you today, is all," he frowns. She glares at him, and for a moment he swears her eyes flickered black! He gasps, jumping out of his seat, "Dean, can I talk to you outside, please?"

"Oh, jeeze, Sam. Relax, would ya?" Dean says without looking up from his magazine, "just give the girl some space."

"Dean," Sam whispers through clenched teeth, taking a step closer to him, "I don't think that's a girl anymore."

Y/N stands from her chair, "what did you just say?" she snarls.

Sam swallows hard, "no, it's just..." he looks at his brother for help, but all Dean can do is laugh. With a frown, Sam looks at Y/N again. There's definitely something different about her, an anger in her face that he's never seen before. He whispers something to Dean that Y/N can't hear.

Y/N crosses her arms, "hmm?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Dean laughs, but Sam hurries to grab a glass of holy water. With a shaky hand, he turns to approach Y/N.

"Woah! What the Hell do you plan on doing with that?" she asks, taking a few steps back.

"See, Dean! I told you!"

"You think I'm possessed?" she cries, and then the realization hits her. Maybe there is a demon that has possessed her body! Maybe that's why her dad dropped her off here, or why he gave her the pads in case she needed to contain the demon somehow. It would certainly explain why she doesn't feel like she can control herself or her emotions. Her face flushes, and her whole body gets hot. She rushes to the window to let in some fresh air, but before she could get to it, Sam dumps the water on her, drenching her face and hair.

"Woah woah woah," Dean says, jumping up to stand between Sam and Y/N.

"No! Dean, she could be a demon!" Sam shouts, his voice cracking.

"Sam, no, I promise she's not a demon." Dean turns to look at Y/N as she wipes the water and tears off her face. "Listen, uh, why don't you two sit down?" he sighs. He pops into the bathroom to grab a towel, and tosses it to Y/N, "here. There's a blanket over there, too, if you want it."

Y/N only nods, taking the towel to her face and hair.

Dean rubs his hand down his face and looks at the wide eyes of the two kids in front of him. Sam nervously shakes his knee, continually glancing at Y/N to make sure she doesn't try anything. Dean pulls a chair from the table and props it in front of Sam and Y/N.

He flips it around to use the back of it as an arm rest. Sitting down, his eyes bounce from Y/N's tearful, red face to Sam's, and he laughs when he sees how scared his little brother is. In a chuckle, he looks directly at Y/N and says, "our dads suck for not explaining this to either of you," his eyes move to Sam. He shakes his head again, thinking of how ridiculous it is that he has to be the one to have the 'birds and the bees' conversation with them.

"What Y/N is going through is perfectly normal," he says, looking from Sam to Y/N, "it's called a 'period', and it's when the lining of your uterus sheds, which causes you to bleed. Hence the pads. And the change in hormones is what causes mood swings, not a demonic possession," he sighs, "any questions? No? Okay, good," he says, smacking his legs with his hands before standing up.

"Wait, Dean," Sam says, twisting his fingers in his hand, "why does it shed, though?" he whispers, looking over at Y/N, who shies away from his glance.

"Something to do with the egg not being fertilized. It's part of the reproduction process," Dean sighs.

"Reproduction? But how does the egg get fertilized? And what happens when it does?" Sam asks.

"You are making it sound like I'm a chicken or something," Y/N snorts.

Dean quickly moves the chair back to the table, "okay, no," he says hand up at Sam, "I'm not having that conversation with you two. You'll figure it out one day. In the meantime, Sam no more exorcists on poor Y/N."

Y/N sinks into her seat, trying to hide out of embarrassment from her body being the subject of conversation since she got here.

"I'm sorry," Sam squeaks, and Y/N can barely look him in the eyes, "I'm sorry for thinking you were a demon, Y/N."

Dean can't help but to laugh. "I'm gonna go out for some drinks from the vending machine. I'll be back."

"It's okay, Sam," Y/N whispers, "I kind of thought that, too for a minute," she giggles. "Can we watch that show, now?"

“Sure, Y/N,” he smiles, clicking the remote

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