#the 'i'm not angry AT you but im angry and disappointed WITH you' tone

[bird-inacage]

Episode 11 | Prapai’s ‘I can’t even bear to look at you right now’ face.

I cannot stop gushing about this scene, and I won’t apologise for it. This face he repeatedly makes just utterly kills me. It’s like he’s thinking ‘Don’t -do not even. How could you? You have no idea. Absolutely no goddamn idea how scared I was for you.’ I can practically feel his heart in his throat, heart still pounding, nerves haywire.

[chriss-slut]

Puddin'

~ Dom!Chris X sub!fem!reader ~

Synopsis: Your friends slip up who's your favorite character, but also your fantasy kink.

warning: SMUT!! rough unprotected sex, petnames, degradation kink, daddy kink, cursing, and a lot of stuff that i can't even remeber anymore lol

A/N: this is kinda MY fantasy kink so.. 😀 btw if there's any spelling mistakes, im sorry, i didnt have time to check it :)

I have always been, in some way, a big fan of Harley Quinn (if not obsessed). I discovered her when i was around 12 years old, when Suicide Squad came out. Everything about her inspired me. Whether it was her behavior, intelligence, madness, or eccentricity, deep down, I dreamed of being like her, of being as sexy and alluring.

As I grew older, my passion for her became something I no longer showcased, simply out of fear of being judged by others. I was now 20 years old, and it seemed weird, even boring, to others to see me in the same costume at every dress-up party.

When I met Chris, I never really talked to him about this little obsession I had, mainly out of fear that he would find it strange.

Up until now, everything had been going well between us, and I didn't find it important. He didn't need to know more about this subject.

I was at home with Chris and my two best friends. We had planned to spend the afternoon together so they could meet, especially since our relationship had just become official.

Everything was going well until Julia started talking about what I was trying to keep secret:

"Oh, by the way, are you still coming tomorrow night?" Julia asked me, completely changing the subject while munching on her chips.

"Tomorrow night?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah, to Noah's costume party, like every year, Y/N!" she said in a "duh" tone, rolling her eyes.

"Um... I forgot. Honestly, I don't think so. Chris and I had planned to spend the evening together, so it's going to be difficult for me," I said, trying to find a plausible excuse to avoid further questions.

"What??!" she exclaimed, looking disappointed.

"You can come with him, and that way, you can get to know us a bit more, Chris!" added my other friend Stella, turning to my boyfriend with a big smile, and the others nodded in agreement.

"That would be nice," Chris replied with a shrug.

"See? Come on, you're coming. I don't really plan to give you a choice. We go every year, there's no way you're skipping it this time!" Julia added.

"I don't have a costume anyway, and I'm exhausted right now. It's going to be a no from me, guys, sorry," I said, trying to sound genuinely disappointed.

"You're such a liar. Are you going to make me believe you don't have a costume when you spend all your time dressing up as Harley Quinn at every opportunity?" she said, laughing.

My eye widen and i start blushing a bit. Chris turned to me, and i look at Julia with a face that says "Please, just shut your mouth."

"Oh, because, yes, I suppose you already know, but your girlfriend is completely obsessed with Harley Quinn. It's like she's totally in love with her!" Julia said to Chris, giggling.

"Julia! oh my god!" I said, embarrassed, now trying to hide my face in my hands.

"She's not wrong," Stella added. What a bunch of traitors.

"You never told me about this?" Chris said, confused, while I stood there, dying of embarrassment at the thought that the girls might make things worse.

"What, you mean she never bored you with her Harley Quinn obsession? I'm sure her biggest kink would be sleeping with you dressed as her!" Julia said without any restraint, and this time it was too much for me.

"Julia!! What the fuck is wrong with you!" I said, getting angry.

"Wow, calm down, I was just joking," she said, frowning.

Stella's mouth was wide open, and Chris looked like he didn't know where to put himself.

"You guys should go home. 'm tired, I need to rest," I said to escape the situation.

"What, seriously? You're going to be mad at me for this? Y/N!" I heard Julia shout as I left the room.

I went up to my room and shut the door behind me. My reaction was probably over the top, but I didn't want Chris to know about this. She had no right to humiliate me like that in front of him. I bury my face in my pillow and try to think about something else.

After a few minutes, I heard some knocks on my door.

"Julia, go away! I don't want to talk to you!" I shouted from my bed.

I heard the door open anyway, so I turned around to tell her to leave, but to my surprise, it was Chris.

"I'm not Julia, sorry to break it to you," he said, trying to make me laugh.

"It's not funny," I said, rolling my eyes before sitting up on my bed.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"You're already inside anyway..." I speak, shrugging

"Are you mad at me or Julia? I don't understand anymore," he said, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms.

"Sorry," I replied, biting my lip, and he came to sit next to me.

"The girls left and asked me to tell you they really want you to be there tomorrow night," he said, placing his hand on the small of my back, and I sighed.

"Listen, I'd be very happy to go with you. I don't mind. We can always come back together and spend time alone after the party, but I don't want you to fight with your friends because of me," he said, and I turned my head towards him.

"That's not why I fought with them, Chris," I said, looking back at the floor.

"Then what was it about?" he asked.

"It's something stupid. I don't really want to talk about it!" I said, feeling the embarrassment return.

"Come on, tell me. I'm not going to judge you," he said, shaking his head.

"No!" I said, avoiding his gaze.

"Is it because of what she said about your obsession with Harley Quinn?" he asked.

"I'm not obsessed with her!" I said, getting angry.

“And that’s not what I implied. I was just repeating her words!” he responded immediately.

I sighed, realizing it was becoming ridiculous to keep this hidden from him any longer.

“Yes…” I said softly.

“Why did it upset you so much?” he asked.

“Because I was afraid she’d say more, and you’d find it weird!” I sighed.

“Why would I find it weird?” he said, gently rubbing my back.

“I don’t know…” I said, shrugging.

“I don’t find you weird, Y/N. You have every right to be a fan of any fictional character if it makes you happy. I really like Harley Quinn, too. You could have told me; I would have been happy to talk about it with you, baby,” he said, smiling.

My eyes sparkle as i hear him say that and i immediately look at him again. “Really?” I said, looking at him with admiration. I truly have a wonderful boyfriend.

“You know what, why don’t you dress up as Harley Quinn, and I’ll be your Joker? That way, you won’t miss the party, and I get to spend time with you and your friends,” he suggested, standing up.

I smiled at him, leaned to hug him tightly, and nodded.

“And when we get back from the party, I’d be happy to fuck you in your costume to fulfill your kink,” he whispered in my ear, playfully smacking my ass.

“Chris, she made that part up!!” I said, blushing deeply.

“Too bad, I was really down for that part,” he said, laughing.

i laugh too, still embarrassed, and i stand up, going to the bathroom.

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it's now the next day, almost 8pm, and I'm with my boyfriend arriving at my place. We just left the mall, where we went to buy a Joker costume to him.

i open my front door and we both run towards my room, since we're kinda late.

"dress up in there while i do it in the bathroom, okay?? i want it to be a surprise for you!" i say sweetly, quickly pecking Chris' lips before heading to the bathroom.

after an hour or so, i knock on the bathroom door so i can have Chris' attention and i shout from inside "Are you done??"

"Uh... I've been done for 20 minutes, Y/N." he says from my bedroom.

I burst out laughing for a bit and then i open the door, making a little pose for Chris, showing my costume.

Chris' jaw drops as soon as i open the door. He stands up and stay froze, staring at me.

i giggle softly and go over him, resting my hands in his chest "What'chu think?" i speak, in a slightly higher-pinched voice, trying to recreate Harley's voice.

Chris' jaw just drops more after hear me, he stays froze for a few more moments until he finally speaks. "wow... you look... wow!"

I giggle "you liked it?"

"Liked it? I just fell in love with you all over again!" he says, now hugging me tightly and lifting me from the ground.

I laugh cute and hug him back, tightly. "I'm so happy you liked it!"

Chris buries is face on the crook of my neck, sucking it softly. "There was no way for me to not like it. you look so hot." he whisper before kissing my neck.

I moan softly and move my hand to caress his hair. "thank you, baby..." i speak before pulling away and look at him. "You talking about me when you look like THAT is crazy!"

He grins at me "thank you, sweetheart! Lets go to that party, then?"

"Yeaaah!!" i yell happily, jumping.

He chuckles at my jump and grabs his stuff. We walk out of my house, going to the party.

After a while, we arrive at Noah's house. A lot of people outside of it, all dress up as various characters and monsters. I lead Chris into the party and after a few seconds, Julia and Stella run up to us.

"HEY, GIIIRL!!" Stella yells, happy to see me, as she hugs me from the side.

"Hey, guys!!" Julia shouts at us both, still a bit scared of me being mad at her.

"Hii!" Chris says at them, waving with a smile.

"Hi, girls! Love your costume!" I speak at Stella. She nods with a smile "Thank you! You look amazing yourself, but I'm used to see it already,"

I laugh softly, not really happy about her comment but i brush it off. "You look good too, Ju!" I speak at Julia.

She smiles at me "Thank you! You too, as always... Can i ask you something?" Julia says, with a soft expression. "Yeah, sure!" i say back.

"Uh... i just wanted to know if you're still mad at me for yesterday... I've been thinking about it all night and, I'm sorry..." She speaks softly.

I smile reassuringly "It's okay... I'm sorry too! I shouldn't have become so mad at you..."

She smiles softy and nods "It's okay, i guess we both screwed up!"

"Yeah, but its alright!" i lean to hug her as she does the same.

Suddenly, Stella speaks, loudly. "So, let's party?!?" We all yell "yess!" and that way, the party begins!

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After hours, me and Chris are going back to my place, tired from dancing and jumping all night.

I open my front door and Chris holds the door for me to enter, smacking my ass playfully as i pass through him.

"Let's to the room. Now." He speaks in a soft but demanding way, which makes me a bit confused but i obey.

Once we get into my room, Chris closes the door behind him and quickly presses me in it, causing me to gasp softly.

"Remember what i told you yesterday??" Chris speaks, his hands caressing my sides.

"U-uh... y-yeah..?" i speak, slightly nervous, since Chris looks so hot and in a rough mood right now.

He smirks and attacks my lips in a hungry kiss. We both make out for a while. As we're still kissing, he puts his hands under my ass and picks me up from the floor, taking me to bed, where he throws me on.

He crawls on top of me and says, looking down at me "You look so damn hot right now. You have no idea how much i had to control myself to not drag you to a bathroom and fuck you right there." He leans and starts kissing my neck, intensively.

I moan in response and i wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling his body closer to mine.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do with you, Puddin'" Chris whispers, making me freeze for a second. Him calling Joker's nickname to Harley made me see stars... and made me wet.

"i-i want you to fuck me..." i say softly.

"huh? i didn't hear you, baby." he says, now lifting his head to look at me.

"i-i want you to fuck me, Chris. Please!" i whine, already desperate.

Chris smirks at me "Good girl" he says before leaning to kiss me again.

While we kiss, he takes off my Harley Quinn Jacket and toss it to the side. He gives wet kisses down my face to my collarbone, where he stays as he takes off my boots.

"mmh, you're so hot, babygirl~" he mumbles as he kisses me.

i moan softly in response, my hands now trying to take his jacket off, which he helps me with.

After a while kissing, he's now in just his jeans as i still have almost the full costume on.

He grabs my jaw tightly and speaks, firmly "you gonna do justice to your costume and act like a little slut f'me?"

I look up at him with puppy eyes and nod. He smirks and whispers "Good girl~" He moves two of his fingers that was on my jaw and slide it into my mouth, pressing it on my tongue.

"Fuck, you look so good like this... oh, imma fuck you so so good today~" He speaks, in a sensual tone.

I moan against his fingers, swirling my tongue around it.

He then takes his fingers off my mouth with a bop and attacks my lips again, then going down to my neck as his hands go under my shirt, caressing my chest over my bra. He lifts my shirt and move his hands to my back, unbuckling my bra and taking it off, without taking off my Harley Quinn shirt.

He then leans and suck my nipples, which makes me moan "mmh Chris...please, i need you..."

Chris lets out a soft chuckle and grabs my jaw again, harshly, making me look at him "I'm the one in control, got it?" he says in a demanding tone. i just nod, looking up at him.

He nods back and start kissing and sucking my breasts again, now going down my stomach, until he reaches my red and blue tight shorts.

"i gotta take this off, it drove me crazy all night." he speaks, now pulling it down, letting me in my fishnet tights, my thongs and my Harley shirt. He looks down at me and bite his lip. Chris caress my thighs and spreads them, softly passing his hand in my clothed pussy, making me whimper. "Chris, Please..."

"Did you not hear me when i said i was in control??" he speaks in a serious tone "I'll do whatever i want with you, understand?"

I sigh softly and nod. "Good." he speaks before slapping my inner thigh hardly, earning a loud moan from me.

"God, you're so good to spank!" he says, slapping my other inner thigh hardly, i moan loud again.

"Turn around f'me, ma" he speaks to me and i immediately do it. He smirk down, looking at my ass, half covered with my square tights and he spanks my ass, strongly. i cry loud, burying my face in my pillow.

He grabs a fist of my hair and pull my head back, for me to look at him. "Don't wanna mess that make up yet, do ya?" i shake my head, whining from the pain in my scalp. He throws my head on the pillow again, now with my head to the side. He slaps my ass again, and again, and again, making me whine in pain, but also in pleasure.

The last time he slaps my ass, he spanks between my ass cheeks, making me moan loud. He lets out a soft chuckle from my reaction and says "Looks like someone likes to be spanked, isn't that truth?" i whine in response and he slaps the same place again, now gripping my hair again. "answer me. with words." he speaks firmly and demanding. "y-yeah, i do... i-... i l-like it..." i speak, whiny. He lets go of my hair and whispers in my ear "you're so pathetic, aren't you? Look at you, looking like a real whore f'me"

He slaps my ass again and turns me around one more time. He digs his fingers in my square tights, right between my legs, and he stretch it out, ripping it over my pussy. He looks at my sexy thong and he looks at me with a smirk. "is this for me?" I nod softly. He slaps my clothed pussy, making me whine loud, with a smirk. "Be ready, i think you'll need to~" he says to me, before ripping my thong and tossing it to the side.

Seeing him ripping my clothes always make me more turned on, seeing his arms muscles flex gives me butterflies.

He slides his finger through my wet slit and he says "so wet for me. such a little slut for liking me treating you like this." He pushes one finger in my hole, making me moan a bit. He keeps with it in, not moving, and he looks at me. "Look at you... I'd take a photo of you just to show everyone how much of a slut you are... looking so good just for me."

Suddenly, Chris pulls his finger out and slam three fingers into me, making me moan. He starts fingering me roughly, hardly and fast.

"O-oh Chris! fuck!" i moan, leaning my head back from the intense pleasure.

He, then, stops again, making me moan frustrated. "All fours. Now." he speaks demanding and i do it, my ass now almost at his face.

Chris slaps my ass and caress my wet cunt. "so beautiful like this, puddin'... so perfect~"

I whine softly in response and he stands up, unbelting his pants. He grabs his belt and hit the bed hardly with it. "If you do something i didn't tell you to, you'll pay for it. Got it?" i nod frantically.

He pulls down his pants and take them off, tossing it to the pile of clothes on the floor. He grips my hips and pull me to the edge of the bed, so he can fuck me while standing up. He grabs both my ponytails and pull my head back. "You gonne be a good girl and not cum for me until i say it, alright? Don't leave this position and don't scream too loud until i let you, alright?" He speaks in a firm and demanding tone.

"Yeah..." i speak softly. "Yeah, what?" Chris says, pulling even more my hair. "Y-yes, daddy..." i whine. Chris slaps my ass and throw my head forward "Good girl~".

Chris rubs his clother hard dick against my wet pussy, making me moan softly. "You're so wet you're making my boxers soaked. slut!" He pulls his boxers down and slams into me, making me scream loud. He lean over my back and slaps his hand on my mouth, pulling it back harshly. "What didn't you understand about not. screaming.?" I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut, and speak against his mouth "i'm sorry..."

Chris lets out a breathy mockingly laugh and takes his hand off my mouth, my head falling down harshly. "fucking pathetic." Chris mutters, now pulling slowly out of me. i whine at the sensation and then moan loud, trying hard not to scream, when he slams into me again.

Chris moves one hand to under my shirt, squeezing my breast, and the other to my hip, now starting to thrust in and out of my cunt.

I moan as he fucks me, slowly. "Chris, please..."

Chris stops middle-way and says demanding "First off, I'm not giving you want you want. second, you're not calling me that."

I whine softly "S-sorry, daddy..." Chris slaps my ass again and start thrusting into me again, still slowly.

After a while, i give up on moaning and i stay quiet. My head down with my eyes squeezed shut. Chris notices that and start going faster, hitting my g-point every time he pushes into me. i moan and i lean down to rest on my elbows, my back arched and my ass higher.

Chris slaps my ass again and groans lowly. "mmh, baby~ why are you so hot and perfect? looking like a real slut like this, while your pussy clenches around me. fuck!" He starts punding harder, slapping my ass a few more times.

I moan deep, trying to not be loud though. Chris keeps pounding into me until my cunt starts clenching too much around his cock. He stops and speaks "You ain't cummin' now, bitch. You know what happens if you do." and starts fucking me hard again. i start moaning louder, trying my hardest to not cum. I whine "p-puddin'... p-please... i-i can't..."

Chris slaps my ass the hardest he can and says, roughly "No. You're not cummin, Y/N. Or should i call you..." he leans over me, putting his mouth right behing my ear "Harley?".

I can feel the knot in my stomach almost exploding ad he whispers that to me. I can't believe I'm finally realizing this fantasy.

He feels my pussy clenching more around him as he says that and he laughs, smacking my ass again. "oh, you liked it, dont you? you want me to call you Harley? Is that it?"

i nod frantically, barely able to speak at this point. "Words." Chris says roughly, pouding into me roughly.

"o-oh.. y-yeah, d-daddy! p-please, c-call me t-that! o-oh, fuck, its so g-good! p-please!" i whine slightly loud, tears forming in my eyes already.

Chris smirks and start fucking me harder and faster. "fuck, ma! s-such a fucking slut! such a whore f'me!" he says, groaning. I'm so glad i told Chris i liked being degrated! I'm wetter than i was supposed to.

i keep moaning loudly "d-daddy, please! i-i need to cum! p-please lemme cum!" i whine.

Suddenly, Chris pulls out and turn me around, so we're now in missionary.

Chris slams into me again and puts his hand around my neck, hard enough to hurt but not for me to be breathless. "If you gonna cum, I'll see you cum. Gotta see that pretty face with that pretty make up all messed up." He puts his hand on my face and slides it down, messing even more my Harley Quinn makeup.

He, then, slides two fingers into my mouth the deepest he can, fucking my mouth as he fucks my cunt. He starts pounding roughly again, making me scream against him fingers, also gagging a bit.

My eyes starts rolling back with tears, just as my back arching and hips jerking up, feeling myself really close to the edge.

"Look at you. All fucked up like a whore. You really became Harley Quinn, didn't you? That hot bitch. I bet you wanna fuck every guy of the city, don'chu? fuck, puddin'. you're so fucking beautiful." Chris speaks between groans as he pounds into me. i start moaning even louder as i feel myself not being able to hold my orgasm anymore. My cunt clenching around Chris' cock just makes him groan and moan more.

"Cum. Cum f'me, Harley. C'mon, babygirl, cum for daddy~" Chris whispers in my ear. That gives me the final push and i finally cum in his cock. Not a simple orgasm, though. All of this roleplay and dirty talk made me cum hard and squirt all over Chris, which makes him cum inside of me and collapse on top of me.

We both panting hard and shaking. We stay there for a while and then Chris pulls out, laying next to me.

"You did so good f'me, Harl..." He speaks softly, caressing my cheek

"y-you too, puddin'..." i say softly, still panting.

Chris leans and kissed my lips, a long peck. When he pulls away, he looks down at me, admiring me. "Why didn't you tell me this before? This was the best sex I've done in my life..."

i smile softly at him and speak softly, now turning to face him, "I'm sorry for that... if i get another kink, I'll promise to tell ya!"

i hope you liked it! pls comment what you think, I'd appreciate it! :) xoxo

[cvnt4him]

sassy deku >>> (big ass forehead)

YK YOU WRONG FOR TALKING AB MY MAN LIKE THAT HES GORGEOUS HIS FOREHEAD IS PERFECT THE WAY IT IS.

N YKW? IM AB TO MAKE A FULL THING TOO. CAN WE TALK AB THE HEAD THING THO??? LIKE HUH LIKE THAT PARAGRAPH IS MIND BLOWING.

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Getting an attitude w sassy men

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M. izuku.

You and izuku never really get into fights so when you randomly got an attitude w him you better believe he got pissed. He's so sweet and nice to you under all circumstances whatsoever, he doesn't want to disrespect you at all but God lately you've just been getting on his nerves. The way you bitch around and yell at him like he exploded the sun.

"are you fucking kidding me izuku? Like are you genuinely insane. I just cannot with you."

You scoff and yell at him with an angry tone.

He rolls his eyes and ignores you, you've really just been so annoying. Like God why can't you simply shut up and suck his cock. Like he's been through so much in his life and this so what he gets in return?

"yeah okay bitch."

"excuse me?!"

"you fucking heard me, you've literally been bitching all day over some shit I had nothing to do with like I just can't. I've saved all of Japan and instead of getting a loving girlfriend to cook and clean for me you're sitting here being a whiney little bitch."

He spat venom with every word that left his beautifully pink tinted lips, his eyes squinted at you with spite. The way he spoke stunned you, you were frozen in shock. You're sweet loving boyfriend who'd never raise his voice at you or even attempt to hurt your feelings,

Tears welled in your eyes as you were blinded by the forming tears, blinking heavily trying to bat away the tears that were starting to become present. Izuku never got angry or even attempted to fight with you, he hated the guilty feeling he'd always feel and not djd you make him feel it.

You made him sleep on the couch for a couple of nights, the main reason he actually stayed on the couch was because he felt he deserved it after what he'd said and how hed spoken to you. Izukus kother would be so disappointed in him. The words that left his mouth were misogynistic and ugly, he wasn't that kind of person, but for some reason you brought out the bad in him.

There was also the good. You knew how to make him laugh, smile, feel oh so good. So why had he been so mean to you lately. He wished he knew.

Izuku came knocking on your shared room door waiting for you to say something, anything. It'd been so long since he'd heard your voice, since you'd spoken to him directly.

"come in."

A soft voice was heard through the wooden door as he practically pushed the door down trying to hurriedly open it to get to you. He gulped out of fear, afraid of what you'd say to him, how you'd feel if you looked at him. He hated himself for what he said, and he wanted to apologize.

You looked at him with sad eyes, you were under the cover hiding your face at first. It felt so good to see your beautiful face after so long. He sighed at your gorgeous features, your lips in a pouty frown and your hair a mess. You looked good no matter what.

"my pretty girl..."

He whispered to you, rushing to your side. He instantly wrapped his arms around your figure as you did the same, he moved the cover on top of the both of you and cuddled you. He buried his face in your neck planting little fast kisses everywhere.

"I'm so sorry.. you've just been so.. difficult lately."

He says into your ear. he feels you tense under his touch before moving back to look at him with a disgusted look. He gave you a confused one, why had you looked like this? He was apologizing!

"are you fucking kidding?"

"wha--"

"I'M being difficult??? If I'm SOO difficult just fucking leave."

Here we go again. He sighed heavily getting rather impatient which izuku was nothing but. You were angering him once again because you're bitching and nagging before he can even get a word out, per usge.

"my god you're such a spoiled little bitch. you never let me speak, always making things about yourself. I came fucking apologize but if you're going to be a fucking cunt I might as well fuck yours."

"are you fucking kidding me izuku?! you-- wait what."

Anyways he bent you over and yanked your underwear and pants off in one go didn't even bother prepping or anything just shoved his semi hard cock inside of you and thrusted into you at an insane pace.

Moral of this story is he didn't stop fucking you until you were a sloppy cum filled mess.

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I. tenya.

Tenya was so full of your shit. You've gotten in trouble in class, kept blowing him off, and then proceeded to ignore his texts.

He was so fed up with you. He needed to talk to you and you were going to hear him out not just as the class president but as your boyfriend.

"what do you want tenya."

"for you to stop acting like a cunt."

"i--- wha-"

"I'm so tired of your shit y/n you've been acting like a cold hearted ice queen towards me all day. I want to be with you but I can't stand being in the same room with someone who doesn't care about me."

"I never said i---"

"yet you're acting like I'm some minor pleb. Y/n I love you more than anything and yet you're standing here treating me like a insignificance to your presence."

He says putting his hands on his hips. God he looked so sassy like that it was actually kind of hot. He saw how a smirk appeared into your face as you looked him up and down and he tensed under your eyesight.

"yeah you're right tenya I've been kind of a dick all day hm, baby? Let me make it up to you yeah?"

You say batting your eyelashes at him walking towards him and rubbing your hands up and down his chest, burying your face in his neck and whispering and fanning your breath over it. He shivered and put his hands on your waist pulling you closer into his chest, he lifted your head closer to his, your lips so close to touching.

He pushed you down on the bed and dusted himself off.

"you've got to do a better job than that if you want me to forgive you.

Fuck, the smirk he gave you while walking out of his room was diabolical. God how did you end up with a sexy boyfriend like this. Yet he's such a pain in the ass too.

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M. neito.

Monoma was an ass sometimes, sure. A sassy diva, yeah, but he was never rude to you. He never made you feel like you were less than perfect, he always gave you what he felt you deserved and always made sure you knew how much you meant to him. He never let his feud with your class fuck with him. Until now.

He's been letting everything your class does get to him, and since you're in class 1A he's been getting rather pissed with you. The way he blew you off and pushed you aside like some petty diva was about your last straw.

You walked all the way to class 1B dorm house and bust through the doors in a fit of rage. You were not going to let anyone stop you from fucking up his world.

The way all of his classmates looked at you like you were crazy, some laughing others just genuinely confused why someone from class 1A was here to begin with.

"where the hell is he."

You say yelling to his classmates as they all pointed to up the stairs where the dorms were. You've been there before, not while everyone was awake. But you've been there before. You knew exactly where his dorm was located.

You stormed up the stairs and quickly made your way to his dorm. Upon arriving you bust down his door with your foot, he screams and hides under his work desk for cover. Once he seen it was you he scoffed and was ready to tell at you before being stopped before anything could even leave his lips.

"are you fucking kidding me?? You've been a dick to me all week for what? Because my class is higher than yours?? get over it. At the end of the day you're in hero courses you'll live. Stop treating me like a nuisance because of some sick twisted vendetta you have with my class!"

He scoffed, getting up from his hiding place with a hand to his chest in an offended manner. There was no way you seriously just spoke to him like this?? Where has this side of you come from?? You've always been so sweet and obedient with him!

He was speechless, not a word left his opened mouth. How could you speak to him like some loser. Like those dorks in your class!!

"nothing to say?"

You ask with your hands on your hips. He was sassy, but you knew how to play sassy as well. He crossed his arms and looked away from you. Not daring to utter a word. You kind of liked this side of him, the side that didn't talk back to you. It suited him. A pretty face with such pretty lips need to be shut sometimes. He looks better when he sits there and looks pretty.

You smirk and push him down onto his bed, he lets out a sound as you crawl on top of his lap and put both of your hands on his chest.

"my pretty boy.~"

He was a flushed mess, he opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, he was stunned that you'd just done this to him. He was always the one to take the lead and initiate things!! He hated how much he didn't mind you being on top.

...........................................

B. katsuki.

Katsuki Bakugou, the world's sassiest man. The way he walks with a sway to his hips, the way he stands, the way he just exists unapologetically is enviable to all. Some envied his tiny snatched waist while others envied the fire behind his eyes. He loved being a hero but he loved his girlfriend more.

He loved you so much, so dearly he had no problem with admitting it either. However he hated, absolutely despised when you caught an attitude with him like he doesn't treat you like a queen.

He was absolutely appalled when you started bitching and yelling at him, waving your arms about and threatening to slap the fuck out of him. He scoffed with wide eyes and a smile like he was daring you to. He wasn't afraid to hit you back by all means, however he loved you too much to bring you into harms way in any kind. So he wouldn't actually hit you but throwing you against things, oh yeah that was an option.

"like honestly katsuki could you be more stupid?"

"bitch? Me, stupid? Hah! You're hilarious! Actually, you deserve an award for your humor honestly, how do you do it."

He jokes slapping his knee with an angry smile still plastered on his beautiful face. God you hated how he had such an effect on you despite how furious you were with him. He knew the huge effect he had on and used it to his advantage.

He smirked and pulled you by your waist mid sentence, you were yelling at him and your fiery words were instantly cut off by the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, the way he moved slightly closer to you face his breath fanning over your face. He peered down at you with those volcanic ruby red eyes of his, daring you to do something anything. He wanted it.

"fucking asshole."

"I could fuck yours if you'd like, yeah?"

God you hated how much you loved him. He was an asshole, but he was yours. He never took you seriously when the two of you argued or when you got an attitude with him. You knew this and it angered you, but you could never stay angry with him because he'd always fuck it out of you like he hated you.

He pulled you into a passionate kiss still having that shit eating smirk on his face once he pulled away holding his forehead to yours as he chuckled lowly.

"you hate me."

"so fucking much."

You say pulling him into a heated kiss, walking backward towards his bed so he could fuck you like a slut.

...........................................

AN: chat this was the worst thing I've ever made, I don't think I made them sassy at all, except katsuki anything he does is sassy. however I low-key love how mean I made izuku, I js feel like after his vigilante arc and the war he's a different person, like he's still a sweetie pie but he doesn't take shit from anyone me thinks.

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Overprotective

-9th member

Warnings: Angst, fighting.

Pairing: strays kids 9th member

Summary: being an idol is hard but it’s even harder when you want to be a normal teen but you can’t.

Enjoy!🩷

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"But Chris!" I say yelling from the other side of the room.

We had been arguing for almost 10 minutes now and he wasn’t budging at all.

"I know you wanna go for the concert but we have a flight the next day, it won't be okay and I'm not risking you going out alone with non of the boys with you." He says crossing his hands and glaring at me.

"But Chris! I'll be with the girls-"

"The girls that im not in charge of! The girls that drink like maniacs and do stupid shit. You'll end up in a ditch!" He shouts at me.

He was currently sat on the dining table and his laptop was out meaning he was doing work.

I thought it would be a good idea to ask him about going for a concert tonight with the girls that I used to train with. They had invited me out and since I had been behaving I thought Chan would allow me too.

"Please Chan this is the only time I get to be a normal teen. I'll be back early and I won't touch or do anything illegal I promise." I complain in my whining voice.

"Nope." He simply says and I get even more angry.

"Chris you don't even let me go out! Why are you being like this!" I grab the pillow and throw it at him but he dodges it and glares at me.

"You know why I am! Im not arguing about this anymore. Go to your room and make sure all your stuff is packed. This conversation is done.”

"Ugh! I wish I never became a K-pop idol! I hate you!" I scream. I knew I was being dramatic but I had to atleast get my lick back. I refused to let him win this argument.

"If I knew you were gonna act like this I wouldn't pick you in the first place! You’re such a brat!" His voice louder than before.

"Woah woah woah what's going on In here?" Leeknow says walking into the room. Obviously coming out from the shower.

"Get your daughter before I yell at her even more." He tells him. standing up to pace the room.

"Y/nie what happened baby girl?" Leeknow asks wrapping his arms around me.

I knew if I told leeknow about the concert he would have been more stern than Chan. He would have mean more stricter.

“Hey why are you crying? Talk to me.” He softly says wiping off the tears that run down my cheeks.

“It’s nothing, Chan’s just being a jerk,” I spat and shrugged his arms off before walking up the stairs.

"What did you do Chan?" I hear him ask Chan.

Chan and leeknow always acted like the mum and dad of the group. In every situation.

I hear them whispering, Chan probably telling him about the concert and I hear leeknow gasping. Knowing trouble was coming my way I silently groan and walk in the dark corridors making my way to my room.

All the other guys were at practice or shopping cause we were going to leave in the morning so the house was quiet.

Being an idol was fun, I enjoyed it but that means I wasn't allowed to grow up in a normal space.

Being the youngest in the group of boys made it worse cause they were bugging on me and checking on me 24/7 and since my parents didn't leave in Korea they gave all guardian rights to Chan. Making me his "child".

A sigh escapes my mouth.

I sit on the carpet and fold my clothes while putting them in my pink suitcase.

We were going to New York for Lollapolza so I had to make sure I packed quite a lot. So I was busy, my thoughts were taunting me.

Chan's words didn't leave my head as I was busy packing up everything,

I was so upset that I didn't hear or see Leeknow walking in.

I wipe my tears and give him a smile, knowing he was going to scold me. I just knew it.

"Honey." He says with his scolding tone.

"Yes leeknow."

"You've disappointed me" he softly says.

"But Lee-"

"Chan is your elder, he watches over you like a father. He makes sure you eat sleep and rest and he helps you get to the goals you wanna reach right?"

"Yes but Leeknow-"

"No no no, you've hurt his feelings. I want you to apologize because I know me and him didn't raise you like this. We raised you to be respectful and to listen" he holds my hand and slowly rubs circles on them just to make sure I wasn’t upset but I was.

"What about my feelings leeknow you don't want to listen to me!" I blurt out frustrated.

He takes it by surprise cause I never dared raise my voice at him or yell at him.

"Excuse me?" He says raising an eyebrow. I quickly regret it and say a tiny “sorry” causing him to nod his head for me to continue

"Leeknow it's tiring watching all my friends having fun while I'm stuck on the side. When my friends are partying and having fun, I have dance practice from 6-12 in the night. I'm tired I just asked for one night out."

"But look baby girl, I know you want to be normal sometimes but you worked for this. You chose this life and the harsh truth is, Chan is looking out for you and our image. You can't be caught out drinking and smoking with boys." He says softly.

He obviously didn't get it but I was so exhausted from fighting I just nodded.

"Okay now wash your face, the boys are almost home and we'll have dinner. I hope your done packing." He says while getting up from the ground.

I just say a little hum and zip up my bag.

I take a shower and wear what looked like Jeogin's hoodie and some sweatpants and make my way down stairs.

All the guys were sitting on the table and the tension in the room was high.

"Hey munchkin," Han says kissing my forehead.

I tell him a little hello and he frowns at my dull face.

He obviously knew why I was upset but he didn't know it affected me this much.

Leeknow brings out the food and we all start to eat when I get a text on my phone causing me to look at it.

Maknae's On 🔝 :

Felix: we hard about the fight you had with Chan 😬

I.N: yeah sorry about it pookie.

Y/n: Guys we're on the table Chan is going to tell us off! Stop texting.

*cough cough* I look up to see Chan glaring at me obviously wanting to get my attention.

"No phones on the table Y/n you know this." Chan says while putting his fork down

"I was telling them to stop-"

"Just put it away and stop arguing." He cuts me off and grabs the bowl of potatoes.

"Are you serious right now Chan?" I ask in disbelief.

Why was he only picking on? Was he that angry at me? If he was going to be mad he should just say so instead of picking on me.

"Y/n let it go." Changbin says getting in the middle of the fight.

"But I was just-"

"What did we talk about?" Leeknow asks.

I scoff and put my phone down.

Saying things under my breathe because I was so mad.

The evening consisted of all the boys talking about the flight and discussed dance moves or general performance things.

I sit there quiet thinking about how I would be at a concert right now having a blast but I was home being given the Cold shoulder.

I grab my plate and put it in the sink leaving everyone in the dining room and making my way to my room.

I turn off all the lights and sit in the darkness scrolling through my phone trying to calm down.

It was long before I heard a knock on the door.

It was my oldest ‘brother’.

"Can I come in?" He softly says but I turn my back on him and look the other direction. Still very angry at him.

"Fair enough, I still am coming in." He sighs and sits by my bed.

The room is quiet.

"I'm sorry Y/nie" he says while brushing my hair.

His touch is soft and delicate almost like he didn’t want to break me or hurt me.

When he realized I wasn’t going to talk he just continued talking:

"Your the only girl in the group AND your the youngest. I worry okay? I worry because as men in this industry we see a lot but the women have seen worse. Your still a baby Y/nie. I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happened to you. I basically raised you. I want the best for you always. I know what I said has hurt you, it wasn't my intention but you hurt me, and being your older brother I was disappointed. Channie loves you so much and Im happy your on my team okay?" He finalizes and I feel a drop on my shoulder.

I look at him and watch he had tear stained eyes. My heart breaks and the guilt starts to fill my stomach.

"Oppa don't cry because of me. I'm sorry." I get up and wipe his tears. Hugging him tight.

"I was just angry, I don't hate you I promise. I just need to understand things Channie..." I trail off and look at my hands.

“And that’s okay, you’re still young and I’m going to do whatever it takes to protect you.” He softy says and pulls me into his arms one last time.

“Also I’m sorry for yelling at you during dinner, I put the boys out in time out.”

“You did?”

“Yeah no gaming for the next hour.” He says proudly.

“Ohh that’s a nice one.” I give him a high five while we laugh.

**

Hey *with rizz*😜

[majorproblems77]

LU Update! So welcome back to the analysis corner with me!

We have another LU update! Called Moving forward we see the heroes leave the town and make their way to the location that Sky found. With learning a little more about the team as a whole.

With 10 pages there's a lot of information to work through so I hope you are sitting comfortably

As always Linked universe (LU) belongs to @linkeduniverse and Jojo, I own none of the pictures I'm using and please give the original post some love. It's very well done and I love this comic so much.

You can find the comic here!

And as always there are spoilers abound for the most recent update!

Now sit back, grab some water and snacks and let's do this!

So before we get started im just gonna say that the brain cell is pinging around this lot so much that I'm bound to miss some stuff. But I shall try my best to get everything I wanna say said.

It was only some of you, captain, dont forget that.

(Oblatory look at my blorbo picture, he's so sweet. Blorbo blorbo blorbo)

Okay I'll behave this time

(No i won't)

I can understand the concern from the captain, as a captain from the army during a time of war secrets are dangerous. He's probably thinking if Twilight has concealed this what else has he concealed.

And then we get snarky wars again

I missed the snarky captain, he's wonderful.

Also the line about double duty, Come on captain, you know full well that patrol is an important part of a group dynamic like this.

This also confirms that the group have had encounters with monsters outside of what we've seen. As the line from wars about missing fights implies that they've fought a bunch of stuff. But we've only really seen wolfie in a fight back in the sunset arc.

Twilight fondly mentioning Midna, I'm so proud of him.

These two are the goddamn brothers ever and I love them dearly. Also, the knowledge we are about to be given about how this works is very exciting.

The brothers ever

All of them

Twilight thinking Wild had more than two brain cells. I love him. And the hug? The hug gives me life.

Also the captain, the captain is a point to talk about here. This feels like an accusatory sentence. The "You dont say?"

Me trying to figure out how time travel works in LU.

Legend, why are you so grumpy about this? Like he looks angry to hear this.

Four thinking about the implications of this sentence. I can literally hear the brain cell bouncing as it pings from hero to hero as they try to figure out this time travel thing.

Wind is a small bean as well look at him. The youngest I love the eyes.

Ahh, so thats the explanation. A spirit wolf that helped guide him on his journey which he trusted so much that he thought that the wolf he saw here was just another spirit until twi changed in front of him.

But this line from him is so sad. "Right after my resurrection" and "we both would have known the grave." This feels like as a person wild is at peace with it but doesn't want others to have to go through what he did. He's a chill dude and i love him for that to be honest.

Meanwhile, my blorbo Sky is out here trying to get actual work done. This is 10/10 the sksw dousing experience if you've not played it. You just swing the sword around while it pings at you until you eventually find what you are looking for.

Fi is trying her best.

Lads all of you need to remember that not all of you have had things that perform transformation magic. Im surprised (But also not surprised) That Time doesn't have anything to say about this. Like my man has used a tone of different transformation masks that change him into various different things and has one that turns him into a god.

The magic users ganging up on the non-magic users, like please behave.

Ahh Time, Time is the disappointed old man that has to coral a bunch of kids. And Wild is like the most kid of them all. (Tell me why I'd love to know! :D) (Which makes sense if we take LU to be at most a few months after the end of his game. Wild would be 18 at most.)

the sort of conversation you dont want to involve yourself in Time trust me on this one.

JUST SOME GUY WILD JUST DESTROYED TWILIGHT OKAY RIP

Feels bad for twi man he earned that title and to have it reduced to just some guy.

Wild is gonna get told off by Time if he ain't careful, that's his blood descendant right there and we all know he has a soft spot for him.

This is important, because I'm pretty sure most of them did at one point.

Another thing that appears to be a constant amongst the team is the need to conceal an identity. Either from them or them to others.

I'm not versed in all of their games so I can't go into full details but these guys ain't the only ones. Pretty much all of them have. The spirit of courage does love secrets, doesn't it?

Thats my blorbo and he's so sad help he

Blorbo blorbo blorbo

Give him a hug and reboot Fi and it'll be fine.

To echo the words of Time.

Curious.

Now this depends on what exactly Sky was dousing, was he dousing the portal, the helmet outside the portal? The postman even?

My money is on the helmet outside the portal, so that Dink came back into this timeline to retrieve it before leaving. But I may be incorrect on that account because Fi is able to track people as well as objects (Sksw would often have you tracking Zelda directly)

OHHHH

I was wondering how they were going to do it. But with Twilight able to track it they'll be able to use a combination of dousing and him sniffing out Dink's scent to be able to find him no matter where he might be.

It's so distinct, twilight you know by saying that you're gonna have some of these guys asking questions. Just wait for the next campfire story time it's gonna come up.

I can see Wind and Twilight having a conversation like this.

"What does Dink smell like?" "What?" "You heard me."

Oh he's so excited look at him!

Oh four.

I wonder if we are gonna have a four and Twilight conversation about this, with four's past he's understandably worried about the use of dark magic in one of his friends.

Oh come on legend lighten up, the child has never seen something like this before.

I'm glad Hyrule is coming in for his defence and all but 5 minutes ago Hyrule you were with Legend and saying to Wild that there's a load of items that do it.

Why is wind just so wonderful?

Look at him go!

Thats gotta be Wind, He's been so excited about this I can't see it being anyone else.

Bark Bark!

Wolfie beloved.

Im here for more brotherly content from the team, they are wonderful.

Now lets go find us a Lizard, or iron knuckle or whatever he transforms into next.

And thats all from me! I loved this update and there was so much to unpack I know I've missed stuff! But I hope you enjoyed it! :)

(Also apologies for spelling mistakes I'm sick rn but wanted to get this done)

Have a great day!

[laaailuh]

"I want you"🕸️🕷️

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pairing: earth 42!miles x black!reader

warnings: light swearing, possessive Miles, toxic (cheating)

Summary: Despite your relationship with his friend, Miles is determined to get you in anyway possible.

a/n: Im back finally! I wanted to post something before I get caught up with school and stuff.

“Yonna’s been passed around the whole school, i'm not tryna be one of them.”

“You can still try and get to know her?”

“Nah man, I'm good.”

“Homecoming is around the corner Miles, you need a date.

"I aint going."

Kaison shook his head in disappointment. "What do you mean your not going? What about the three girls who asked you earlier?”

Miles laughed at his response, “Not my type.”

He scoffed at him. “So who is nigga?”

Before Miles said another word, you walked up to them and embraced Kaison with a tight hug.

“Hey baby, I didn't see you in third period?”

“Shit my bad, I skipped.”

Miles couldn't help but feel a searing pang of resentment deep within as he watched his friend bask in the attention of the girl he's been wanting for months. It should’ve been him taking you out on those dates, kissing you, holding you and comforting you during your most vulnerable times. Kaison didn't deserve it, he did.

During the conversation, Miles found himself recounting every endearing detail about you that had captivated his heart in the first place. The way you styled your knotless braids, your vanilla scent that filled the hallway and the lip gloss that was always applied on your lips. He loved everything about you, all of it.

“We still hanging out after school?”

Kaison widened his eyes, as he forgot about their arrangement, “Fuck.”

“Nigga, are you serious right now?” You said with an angry tone.

“Babe, It wasn't on purpose, it slipped my mind.”

You waved your hand in annoyance. “Yeah whatever, Kaison.”

He kissed your cheek. “Don't be upset please, I’ll text you after practice okay?”

You didn't say anything to him and avoided his gaze.

Kaison then dapped up Miles and began walking to the field.

You and Miles decided to sit on a bench outside of the school.

“You good?”

You shook your head “This is the second time he’s bailed on me this week. Fucking irritating."

“Shit I mean, have you spoken to him about how you feel?”

“Nah, haven't had the chance.”

You turned your face towards Miles and realised he was already looking at you.

It was a different type of look, one you noticed he would give you often. Kaison never looked at you like that, never. 

“Stop it Morales.”

“Stop what y/n?”

You bit the inside of your cheek “You know what you're doing.”

He smirked a little, “Nah, I dont.”

You turned your face away, breaking eye contact.

“I'm with Kaison.”

“Who said anything about him?”

You sighed, he was right. Why were you bringing him up?

“Can I ask you something?”

You shrugged, "I guess."

“If you weren't with him, would things have been different between us?”

“I….I don’t know.” You hesitated to answer his question.

“Mhm but you thought about it before, haven't you?”

“No.”

Miles scoffed at your response, “Why you tryna put on a front right now? It’s just us.”

You shook your head, “I love Kaison.”

“You dont y/n. You know he doesn't appreciate you the way you should be.”

Miles paused for a second and then spoke again “I could treat you way better and you know that I would. 

He scooted closer to you. “Look at me Ma.”

You turned your head to face him. “It's too late Miles, you were too late…”

“It ain’t though.”

You looked down at your uniform skirt, trying to wrap up what was just said to you. You did like him before Kaison but he never showed it enough for something to form.

“I can't be talking about this with you Miles.”

“Cause you feel the same way about me, right?”

“Like I said, it's too late.”

Miles then put his hand on your chin softly and kissed you. You knew you should've pulled away but you didn't. There was a yearning feeling inside of you that wanted it just as much as he did.

He gently broke the kiss and wiped off a smudge of your lipgloss from his own lips. “I want you y/n, so fucking much.”

[anzulvr]

OMG YOUR WORKS ARE SO AWOOGA I CANT STOP 😭 can I request karma x reader too with a s/o that cries with a straight face and cries whenever they're seething in anger, if I tried to say smth while I'm sad then the straight face just dissolves into a mess 🤠 maybe a part where Karma makes them cry im both ways and another part someone in class makes them cry, ty if you can (> <)!!

Karma x Reader who cries out of Anger. Sorry for being late (again!!), Ily your typing is so fun😭 thank you for requesting!ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM SPOILERS ꒱

Karma is too straightforward, he makes insensitive jokes, he isn’t the most emotionally mature person and he can be pushier than most. So when you’re sitting beside him, holding back tears, he doesn’t know which one of his traits drove you to this point.

The worst part is you refuse to answer when he asks, instead opting for looking the other direction or giving him a scowled expression. He racked his brain, you guys went to school, were perfectly fine, came back and now you’re angry.

“[Name] why have you been mad at me all day? And don’t say you’re not, you keep a straight face whenever you are.”

He pries and pries until you finally blow up on him.

“So you can just throw yourself off a mountain for an assassination attempt without a second thought and expect me not to care?”

“I’m fine aren’t I? That was the best idea I could come up with, I don’t know how I could top it.” He says like he’s disappointed in the fact it failed.

“You don’t see the problem? Seriously?”

“If somebody doesn’t kill him, everyone is going to die- you’re gonna die, did you expect me to not try my ideas??”

“I didn’t expect you to try to off yourself in the process.”

“It’s not about my life it’s about yours, I’m not letting you die.”

“How am I supposed to live if you’re dead?!” Your voice only gets louder.

“How am I supposed to live if you die because I was too scared to try something?!” Karma replies matching your tone.

“Tell me you won’t try anything like that again.”

He looks at the floor not wanting to face you.

You press further “If you die over this, I’ll die with you.”

The tears stream down your face, you do your best to keep your blank expression.

He can’t be the reason you get hurt, he knows you know that much. “It won’t come to that, we’ll assassinate him together.”

୨୧

If the reason for your tears is someone else the way Karma reacts is a unique depending on the person.

If Teraska makes you cry Karma going to instigate until Terasaka gets pissed off enough to fight him.

“Making [Name] cry? No wonder you’ve gotten rejected by every girl you’ve shown interest in.”

“Ya don’t know anything- stop shoving your head in other peoples business.”

“[Names] business is mine too, if you don’t like that you can fight me over it.”

“Tch..” Terasaka looks away in annoyance

“What? You scared?” Karma isn’t giving up until Terasaka throws a punch and looses.

If Maehara and Okajima are the culprits, Karmas exposing their embarrassing secrets to the class.

“I know you two aren’t the brightest… but I’d think you’d know not to bother [Name].”

Unlike Terasaka they’re not willing to take their chances against Karma, they know it’s too late making you cry is a death wish.

“Hear us out- we weren’t trying to offend anyone we just-”

Karma doesn’t let them finish their sentence before he says “You know what I think is so funny, I found this crazy video of you guys.”

“Wait huh?”

“It’s not loading right now, I’ll post it on my story later so you two know what I’m talking about!”

“Please don’t! What even is it?!”

It’s a video of the time they tried a contemporary dance class to impress some girls and ended up tripping on each other and fighting, they kept slipping with every punch, needless to say they’re prohibited from going back.

If Korosenseis work load is what’s making you upset he’s going to guilt trip him until he agrees to excuse your assignments, “You call yourself a teacher? Poor [Name] is stressed out and you don’t care.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to pressure anyone that’s the opposite of what I want to do!! [Name] I’ll give you an extension.”

“Just an extension after what you did? [Name] is humiliated after crying infront of everyone and that’s the solution?”

“It wasn’t that bad…” You felt better and you tried talking yourself out of it but he kept going.

“I say you excuse the assignment and let [name] rest. You’re so cruel… making your student hate school.” He knows exactly where to hit, Korosensei is sensitive enough to make that easy, he would never forgive himself if he burnt out his students.

“Okay [Name] you’re excused for the project. Please, forgive me!” Korosensei is the one crying now, but at least you don’t have to worry about the assignment anymore. The rest of the class starts complaining about it too in hopes to get it excused themselves.

[rosyjn]

I see you are taking requests, how about rough sex with Jake, because he's jealous? If not that's fine

-🦊

TYSM FOR THE REQUEST. PLS SEND MORE.... aight here we go

DILF jake sully jealous rough seggs SMUTTT (BTW WIREMU IS A MADE UP ASS GUY I JUST MADE HIM UP CUS IM SICK OF PPL USING TSUTEY FOR THE JEALOUSY TROPE LET HIM RESSTTTT)

18+

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops in laughter, playfully punching Wiremu's shoulder. He laughs with you, leaning back joyfully. His ikran roars behind him.

"No way!" you exclaim in shock at the story he tells. His braids swing in his face as he turns around to nod at his banshee.

"He confirms it, look" he jokes and gestures at the ikran, who is nodding and roaring, looking over the Hallelujah Mountains. As Wiremu continues his story, you can't help but to think of Jake.

Jake's coldness, the way he scowls at you when you're disobedient. You bite your lip and gaze up at Wiremu, who is rambling on and on. You ponder about Jake. How angry he'll get if he sees the way you're looking at another man, his mad face, how his muscles flex when he yells, you just hope he'll catch you with here with this other man.

Your eyes relax and you look down at the ground, trying to suppress your naughty thoughts. Your throat com chimes and Wiremu's brows furrow. You hold up a dainty finger to your mouth and giggle while trying to shush him. He smiles and stops talking, his ears perking up.

"Aye, Y/N..." Jake's voice comes in, raspy and alert. Your face lights up and Wiremu's pupils contract in fear.

"Yes?" you hold onto the com, staring out into the floating mountains.

"Where are you?" his tone is interrogatory and strict. You hear wind whistling in the back, indicating that he's probably flying on his ikran right now, looking for you. Wiremu looks out into the sky.

"Ayram alusìng," you tell Jake, noticing your friend's panicked look. You take your hand off of your throat com for a second and tilt your head, mouthing a "What's wrong?" to Wiremu. He scratches his head nervously.

"I'm here, shout for me, okay?" Jake's sternness doesn't fade. You look out onto the horizon again, a confused expression spread on your features. The sky is clear, without any mist to obscure your view.

"I must go," your friend shakes his head and hastens towards his ikran. You grab his arm and stop him.

"No-" you begin. You want Jake to see him here with you. You want him to wonder why you were with a man that wasn't him. You want him to get jealous. "Just stay, help me call for Jake, greet him when he comes, and then you can leave," you urge Wiremu.

"Yes, alright," your friend cannot say no to you. He is hesitant to agree to your plan, but he listens. The two of you stay there, standing at the edge of the mountain. Your ikrans screech as you call and click your tongue for Jake, Wiremu joining you.

After about 30 seconds of clicking and shrieking, a dark blue, yellow spotted banshee named Bob flies into view. Jake holds onto Bob tightly and you can feel his intense eyes before you can even make out what he's wearing.

"Come," you grab Wiremu's hand and step backwards, making room for Jake to land on the mountain. You make sure to not let go of the hand until Jake notices. Your hair blows in the wind as Bob's wings flap into relaxation. Out of fear, you let go of your friend's hand. Instincts kick in. Jake doesn't greet Wiremu. He just stares at the two of you.

"I am sorry sir, I was taking her for a friendly-" Wiremu steps forward and lowers his head, quickly trying to clear up the situation.

"She's gonna come with me, thanks for watching her," Jake sighs with disappointment and holds his hand out to you. You scramble over to him and take his hand, and when he feels the warmth on it, he shakes it away, making you frown. Wiremu just nods, he hops onto his ikran and flies away, quickly. He doesn't look back. You watch him ride off into the sunset and turn to Jake, who's also watching.

You put your hands on his shoulder and chest and try to turn him towards you. His stance is strong, so it only results in you positioning yourself in front of him. He doesn't look in your eyes. He doesn't look at you at all. The fantasy that was in your mind just a minute ago has completely disappeared. Now, you are full of worry. Worrying that Jake no longer trusts you, worrying that you are acting out of sorts, worrying about your relationship.

"Y'know, that boy likes you," Jake finally looks down at you to talk. His eyes are sincere and strict.

"I'm sorry..." you push out an embarrassed whisper, staring at the ground in fear of looking in his eyes.

"You shouldn't be with him again," he enforces, his voice getting tougher and meaner.

"I won't," you timidly mumble. Your eyes stay focused on the ground beneath you, while your hands remain gripping Jake.

"But you were," his brows furrow and he tilts his head, an agitation joining his tone. You finally gain the courage to look up at him, pupils dilating in fear. "And you're gonna have to face the consequences," his eyes meet yours.

"M'kay..." you back away from him, waiting for instructions.

"On your knees, slut," he grabs your hair and pushes you down. You squeal in surprise and pain. "I don't need to tell you what to do" his hand never leaves your head as you untie his loincloth, his throbbing cock springing out at you.

You inhale before you take it. You start by lapping the tip, admiring the taste and the shape. You close your eyes and kiss it, teasing him. When he pushes at your head, you know it's time to move faster. You put your lips around the girth and push into it, whining when it hits the back of your throat. But Jake doesn't let you move. He holds your head there, his tip pressing into the back. Your eyes well up with tears and you whimper.

"Mmm," you purr as he pulls your head away, letting you breathe. Your mouth is filled with pre cum and saliva. You stick your tongue out to show him your mess.

"Good, good girl. Lay back now," he smirks. You sigh and lean back onto the ground, pressing your legs together as your pussy clenches around nothing. Jake climbs over you, his erection rubbing up on your body.

"Spread 'em," he orders. You nervously open your legs and he roughly pushes them, making you squeal as he positions himself in front of your entrance. He doesn't talk you through anything. He doesn't even make eye contact when he puts it in. He grabs his cock in his hand and strokes it a few times, before pushing his hips into yours. He thrusts his dick in gradually, inch by inch, making your back arch.

“Please,” you whine and start to pant. His cock stretches you out so well. It hurts at first, but then it feels so good. He grunts at the feeling and you grab his love handles and squeeze.

“Is this what you wanted? Hmm?” he starts to thrust before you can adjust completely and you yelp. You wrap your legs around him and squirm, unable to respond to his question. When he sees your struggle, he fucks you harder. Your eyes clench shut and your cunt pulsates as you moan with each thrust.

“Ma’Jake!” you squeak and your heat starts tightening around him.

“Why were you with that boy? You know he could never fuck you the way I can,” he groans every time his hips rut into yours, leaving slapping noises.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” you dig your nails into his love handles, making him hiss and fuck you harder. You open your eyes and your pupils roll back in pleasure. You practically melt under him, your walls clenching his throbbing cock. His breath hitches and he slows down his thrusts. Now, instead of rhythmic, shallow movements, he fucks you suddenly and deeply. You cry out as his tip brushes against your cervix.

“That’ll teach you to stay away from other men,” he exhales and his tail swings your cunt squeezes his dick. You’re seeing stars and shaking under him. Your folds are swollen and puffy with arousal and your stomach takes overwhelming pleasure.

“Jake, I can’t,” you try to pull away as your eyes well up with tears. You weakly push on his hips to get him to pull out. “Can’t take it all, be gentle,” you beg.

“Nah, not until you learn your lesson,” he pants, grabbing you and holding you in place. You tremble and whimper with every movement he makes. He smacks your breast, and you jump, a tear rolling down your face.

“Gonna, gonna cum-“ your voice is small and desperate. You shake and cry under him, unable to control your pleasure. When he hears your words he grabs your hips and pulls them all the way towards him. His tip presses into your cervix and your clit rubs up on his pubic area. You could pass out. The pleasure that takes over you is so overwhelming.

His cum squirts into your womb and you sob out your orgasm, squirting onto Jake’s torso and pulsating around his dick. You try your best to catch your breath, but it feels like you’re suffocating. He groans and throws his head back, riding out his climax. You squeeze him hard with your legs as he pants and watches you, limply trembling on the ground.

“You okay?” he pulls out and sets himself down on the ground next to you, pulling you into his arms. You cant respond. You’re too busy recovering from the sex. He lets you come down from your high, paying close attention to your breath and heartbeat.

“I’m… good,” you close your eyes and try to relax, Jake rubs your back. You let out a “hmph” noise and melt into his embrace.

“Wont be hanging out with Wiremu again, huh?” he teases. You kick your feet and laugh, tucking your head into his chest.

“No, I won’t,” you assure him. He kisses your head and you playfully bite on his chest, trying to leave a mark for the clan to see.

[mamaestapa]

First off I looove your writing and look forward to it every week!! Im sure you have tons of blurb requests but could I add a dad joe request where he has teenagers (lived your blurb of that) where they catch their kids like having a party or something?

We Didn't Think You'd Be Back|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: You and Joe come home from your date night to see that your kids threw a party…

•warnings: allusions to sex, dirty talk, language, angry joe and reader, partying, mentions of underage drinking/smoking (there’s none), uhhh i think that’s it? lol

"Mmm," you moaned out as Joe kissed that sweet spot on your neck. The spot that always had you making those beautiful sounds that Joe loved, even twenty years later. You bit your lip as Joe continued to kiss and suck at the skin of your neck and slightly exposed chest. You brought your hands to Joe's upper back, letting your hands trail up to the nape of his neck and letting them rest there. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of Joe's soft lips against your skin, the sound making Joe groan in return. You felt Joe's groan vibrate against your neck, making you shiver involuntarily. Joe pulled his face away from the side of your neck, gazing at you with a lustful look in his blue eyes.

"If you keep that up we're going to have a fifth kid to worry about." He said huskily, making you smile.

"It's a good thing I have an IUD then..." you trailed off, leaning in enough to whisper something in Joe's ear. Something you'd never say out loud to anyone--except Joe. Joe smirked at the words you had uttered in his ear. He reached out and placed a hand on your denim covered thigh, squeezing gently as he spoke.

"I know a place better than the car to do that in..."

"Then show me the way home, Joey." You said is a sultry tone, smirking at your husband as you did so.

With that, Joe put the car in drive and drove the two of you back home, eager to get you inside and up to the bedroom. The two of you went out on a much needed date night. Since Joe's retirement from the NFL, the two of you have been able to spend a lot more time together. Tonight being one of those nights. You left your three children home alone, putting the oldest of the three in charge of the other two. Hazel, your sophomore in college who was home for the summer, wasn't the most responsible of your four children. But you could trust her to watch her younger siblings for a night.

Joe pulled the car into the driveway, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he noticed all of the cars parked along the street in front of the house. Joe glanced over at you and you just shrugged.

"Maybe the neighbors are having a party?"

Joe's jaw clenched as he peered out the window, looking at your lit up house--not the neighbors. He shook his head in disappointment as his mouth dropped open in disbelief. He huffed out a sigh as he roughly put the car in park.

"It's not the neighbors that are having a party," he looked over at you, "It's us."

You rolled your eyes and rubbed your hands down your face, letting out a deep sigh. "You've got to be shitting me..." you mumbled angrily under your breath. You and Joe both got out of the car and took a deep breath before you angrily stormed into your home, immediately looking for any of your children.

Digital Animal by Honey Claws was blaring out of the sound system in your living room. A large number of teenagers dancing and grinding to the rave like music. You and Joe just stood in the entry way, jaws dropped in disbelief as you looked at the teenagers in your home.

"Oh I'm gonna kill them." Joe fumed through gritted teeth, while his jaw continued to clench in anger. You shook your head, not even sure what to say you were in so much shock. You and Joe were gone for almost four hours. You thought you could trust your kids to make smart choices while you were gone, but boy were you wrong...

You were about to respond to Joe when one of Jace's friends came up to the two of you, holding an energy drink in his hands. At least there was no alcohol. Then you'd really have a problem.

"Hey Mrs. Burrow," the boy smirked, "How you doin'? I didn't know you'd be home this early."

Joe scoffed in amusement at his sons friend, "Well Max, this is our house." The teen laughed, "Heh, yeah you're right. Anyways, it was good seeing you."

The boy ran off toward Joe's film room, "YO Jace!" he shouted throwing hand up in the air and pointing in your direction, "Your mom is such a MILF, dude!"

Your mouth dropped open in disbelief as you slowly turned to look up at Joe. He was chuckling at the boys words. You gave him a look that said: What are you doing?!

"I mean," Joe smirked, a sly smile on his face, "The kids not wrong..." You shook your head and smacked Joe's chest, making him chuckle. Before kicking all of the partying teenagers out and stopping the party, you and Joe looked around for who started the party: your daughter Hazel. You searched almost every room in the house until you came across something you never wanted to see...

"Oh my god!" Joe exclaimed as he smacked his hands onto his face, quickly covering his eyes. "DAD!" Hazel shrieked, pushing her boyfriend off of her and reaching for her discarded t-shirt, holding it over her body. She stared at you and Joe with a deer in headlights look.

"I can't believe this." you mumbled under your breath. This just kept getting worse. You put your hands up on the top of your head, shaking your head in disbelief as you glanced over at Joe. He still had his hands over his eyes, but you could tell he was fuming.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?"

Hazel visibly gulped before she spoke, "We didn't think you'd be back until a lot later...so we kind of threw a little party?"

Joe removed his hands from his face, clenching his jaw as he spoke, "Yeah, yeah we can see that." Joe put his hands on his hips as he stared daggers at his daughter.

The two of you chewed out your daughter before searching for your Ivy and Jace, doing the same chewing out to them, too. You couldn't believe they would throw a party at the house while you were gone for four hours. Even though you were both livid with your teenagers, you and Joe were at least thankful there was no smoking or drinking. That would have made things much worse for everyone involved. After having a stern talking to with your kids and sending them to their rooms for the night, you kicked the rest of the partying teenagers out of your house. Once everyone was out of the house, you and Joe plopped down on the couch, letting out heavy sighs once you were sat. So much for your night alone together.

"I'm still in so much shock right now." You said, staring off into the distance. Joe chuckled lightly beside you, "Over what? Our kids throwing a party or our sons best friend calling you a MILF?"

You rolled your eyes, a light laugh escaping your lips as you replied, "Both."

You and Joe both laughed before discussing what to do about the party that was thrown. You were extremely disappointed that the night had to end like this, and not the way you were hoping...

You both have a mess to clean up, and unfortunately, it's not one that you and Joe made.

hi loves!

i got so carried away with this one lol. but this was such a fun request! dad joe with teenagers is so much fun to write bc i just know he’d have the sassiest kids😂

thank you for all of the love and support you’ve shown me on my blurbs tonight. i hope everyone is enjoying them as much as i am!

i may just have to do two dad joe blurb nights—i’ve got a lot of cute requests!🤍

more coming soon…

tags: @erinmartin1987 @klips118 @burrowstyles5 @caroline1019

[xcviiq]

could do you huh yunjin x female reader based off of this?? https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYFnfL41/ where the reader folds immediately and yunjin laughs at her and it’s kinda yunjin teasing the reader bc readers shy until yunjin kisses her one day and reader kinda just stands there not processing what happened

"missing piece" - huh yunjin x fem!reader you were exactly the comfort the idol needed. exactly the person the idol yearned for in her entire life.

genre : fluff, maybe suggestive words : 2.7k notes : ty for the req! im so sorry this was delayed, i had exams and completely lost motivation to write... i hope this is good :) enjoy! (i also changed my format... haha)

you and huh yunjin have been best friends ever since elementary.

she was the typical exchange student from america, and you were the typical shy girl who always topped in academics. everyone wanted to be friends with yunjin though, which made sense to your 6 year old self since, well, she's a foreigner.

you wanted nothing to do with the american. you just wanted to be left alone with your small friend group that consists of only two other "outcasted" students.

"hi!!" a cheerful voice called. as you looked up from your lunch, it was yunjin. it scared you a bit since you haven't interacted with each other ever since the grade started. "can i sit next to you? you aren't with anyone right now so."

you gulped, your eyes trailing off to find your two friends. they were supposed to be here any minute now but it seems that they were no where to be found. your gaze turned back to the american, who smiled brightly while carrying her pink, glittery lunchbox.

"...sure."

now, 15 years later, you're waiting awkwardly in the backstage of mama—the biggest award show in korea. your girlfriend, huh yunjin, had just debuted in a monster "rookie" group called le sserafim. the american managed to sneak in a free backstage pass and now you have to face the utter awkwardness.

there were so many idols—most of them you couldn't name. you recognized stray kids and txt, and you almost felt your heart beat out of your chest as you stared at (g)i-dle, who was goofing around on the opposite side of the room.

'when is 'jin coming??' you thought, awkwardly pulling on your fingers to ease the anxiety. so many things were on your mind; 1. "is my outfit alright?" 2. "oh god i might look extremely awkward right now." and 3. "where is yunjin?"

"y/nnnnn!!!"

before your brain could process anything, you felt your whole body stumble and fall as you felt heavy weight on top of you. "yunjin-ah! get back up please...." you heard an angry voice just centimeters away, and a girl with short, part-black part-blonde hair put you and yunjin back up.

the rest of the group bowed down to the many idols and staff in front of them, and you could tell how embarrassed they were at the american's sudden outburst.

"sorry y/n, you guys." yunjin whispered, chuckling nervously as she looked at the members' disappointed eyes. "i was just excited to see y/n again! it's been months!"

that was true, the american could barely save some time for you because of how packed her schedule is. your main form of communication was through texting and facetime—but facetimes only last 1 hour or so.

before you could speak, miyawaki sakura—an idol of 11 years and someone you are well-versed with—cut you off. "we'll give you both some alone time," the rest of the members nodded. "don't make a mess." she continued with a stern tone—you could tell she was the oldest.

the girl beside the oldest giggled like a child, before waving at your girlfriend a goodbye.

"tell the manager i'm doing something important!" yunjin yelled, and smiled in delight as the members nodded, slowly disappearing as they walked further and further away. when they were gone, yunjin turned her attention to you, her eyes soft and full of adoration.

"let's go somewhere else, love." she took your hand a gently lead you to a quiet and secluded room, away from the many idols and dispatch. the american peeped out the area before closing the door and smiling widely.

"i missed you so, so, soooo much y/n. you have no idea!" she whispered as she planted a small kiss on the tip of your nose. "i missed you too, 'jin." you responded, taking her hand and placing a kiss on her palm.

the american smiled softly and gave you another kiss—this time on the forehead—before speaking again. "so much happened in just a few months as an idol, who knew you'd be hearing so much drama from just one building?!"

"i mean, that's to be expected. a lot happens inside the music industry." you replied, looking at your girlfriend's soft features as she continued to gossip about the many things happening inside hybe. turns out, hoshi from seventeen is dating some korean actor you weren't familiar of.

you always loved hearing yunjin talk. her gossips are always so interesting.

"oh, but enough about that," she started while changing her posture to face you. you tilted your head, signaling her to continue. "what happened to you all these months?" she asked, looking at you with curious eyes. you hummed, trying to recall the events that happened.

"well, i couldn't drop out of college, sadly. but there are some stuff that happened...."

and that was when you ranted about a lot of things. yunjin was shocked about how dramatic colleges are, especially in your course. apparently, some teacher failed half of the class including you for no reason at all?! the american certainly didn't like the sound of that.

you ranted and ranted, getting carried away by the many things that you have encountered. life was getting crazy for you. your girlfriend listened attentively, but for some reason, her focus was somewhere else.

your lips. they looked like the same soft lips she kissed a few months back. she could vividly remember it; the way her lips felt like it was made just to kiss yours; the way it felt like new years every time she kissed you. when she debuted as an idol, she didn't notice how much she missed the feeling of your kiss, but after seeing you—it's becoming quite apparent.

yunjin's mind drifted to the thought of kissing you right then and there, your words falling in deaf ears as your girlfriend's thoughts wandered. (in a non-suggestive way, smh.)

you paused as you noticed the lack of reaction coming from the american. 'oh no, did i say too much?' your head turned to look at your girlfriend, who had a very...

"yunjin, are you.. okay?" you felt yourself turning pink as the mentioned idol played with the inside of her mouth. she teasingly smiled, finding you cute. "hm? what's wrong love?" she replied, scooting closer and closer to you. she was very close, to the point that you could feel each other's breath.

"y-yunjin, what are you doing?"

"what? i can't be this close to the love of my life?" the petname rolled off her tongue perfectly, and your heart beat faster and faster. you tried to avoid making eye contact—which was impossible, since yunjin's tall body could quite literally just stretch to find your gaze again.

"you look so cute right now, y/n/n. just one ki-" before she could finish, her phone rang. it was from chaewon, and you assumed it was because their rehearsals are starting. the american sighed frustratingly, clearly annoyed by the fact she couldn't even plant one kiss on you.

"well, i have to go now," she said disappointingly, not bothering to answer her leader's call. "i'll see you in another 2 weeks or so." she continued with a frown. you composed yourself and smiled, reaching to caress your girlfriend's cheeks. "it's okay yunjin. just focus on your career, alright?"

she smiled softly, and then said her farewells.

─── ∙ ~εïз~ ∙ ───

it had been over a week since you've seen yunjin in person. you really hoped that their manager would at least give them a break after the award show, but that sadly your wishes were left unheard of. you worried nonstop for your girlfriend, you always did. but seeing the latest video of le sserafim made those worries go away as you see the american's genuine smile.

you were just scrolling on the internet, reading the drama in twitter and occasionally giggling at some posts. that was when a notification popped up.

: "babe!!"

you unconsciously smiled as your girlfriend's message popped up. you quickly disregarded the twitter thread and immediately went to text her back.

: guess who got a whole day to themselves tomorrow?

: omg rlly?

: YEZZZZZZZ : i can finally have a peaceful day with you 😞

you felt joy wash over you as you imagined the day with yunjin. you were even starting to have some date ideas pop up in your head.

: yay!! im so happy for u jinn

: samee omg : i'll be staying at your place btw, is it okay if we just stay inside the house?? i don't want to go anywhere at the momentttt :((

you nodded, as if the girl could see you through the screen.

: ofc jin!! i have nothing to do tomorrow anyway

although you couldn't physically see your girlfriend, you knew that she was smiling widely right now. and so were you.

: 💓 : i'll be arriving at your doorstep

: creepy stalker roleplay

: at exactly 9 am tmr so be awake at that time!! : WHAT 😭

: IM KIDDING : i'll set my alarm, see you jinnie 💞

: see you, y/n/n!! : love youu

: i love you too

you sighed dreamily, placing your phone on your chest. you were just so happy that you could finally have a day with the american after all these months. even if it was just one day, one day out of months, it was special. and yunjin was thinking the same.

it was already 9:45 pm, and you had a huge day tomorrow, so you went to bed. "is 7:30 too early?" you mumbled, looking at your alarm clock and debating whether or not to set your alarm to 7:30 or 8 am. you shrugged, setting it to 7:45 am.

as you lay down on your bed, your mind couldn't stop running laps. you were very giddy to the point that you randomly start giggling and rolling around like you weren't 21 years old. if a ghost was living with you right now, it'd think that you were going crazy.

well, that thought isn't wrong. you could say that you were kind of crazy for yunjin—who wouldn't? but the thing that separated you and the millions of fearnots is that huh yunjin was actually kind of crazy for you as well.

'okay, stop y/n.' you told yourself, steadying yourself. you wanted to get a good night's sleep so when you wake up in the morning, you were in a good mood. after finally calming down, you felt your eyelids grow heavier and heavier—and before you knew it, you were asleep.

─── ∙ ~εïз~ ∙ ───

it was around 8:15 am, and you were already finishing up the remaining dishes you were cooking. you awoke way earlier than you had planned—very excited on the fact yunjin could finally spend a day with you— so you used that time to cook a nice breakfast for when your girlfriend arrives.

the oven dinged, indicating that the food was ready. you quickly tended to it and making sure to turn off the oven—you didn't want your electricity bills to increase. you carefully plated your breakfast to make it look pleasing, and once you were satisfied, you placed it on the table.

"8:20" the clock read, and you sighed of relief. you took off your apron and put it back on its organized spot, and went upstairs to take a shower. after showering, you made sure to pick your best yet casual clothes, since you didn't want to seem like you were in a fancy dinner date when in reality you were just in your old apartment.

after picking out your clothes, you quickly rushed down the stairs and set up the remaining things. you made sure that your netflix had all her favorite movies, made sure that every single part of your house was clean, and also made sure that the food stayed warm. after confirming that everything was ready, you glanced at the clock again.

"8:45" your mouth slightly curved as your heart beat faster. it was almost 9, which meant it was almost time to see yunjin. you washed your hands, and sat down on your couch. you waited patiently for her to arrive, constantly checking your phone and the clock for the time. you took trips to the kitchen often, making sure that the food you prepared was still tasty.

your doorbell rang, and you basically flew to the door and pulled it open. and there she was; yunjin, wearing a black jacket paired with black pants and a cap. her face was covered with a mask, yet you could tell from her eyes that she was smiling.

"hi, love." she said, walking closer to you and giving you a hug. you felt so warm in her arms, so loved. you always worried that you weren't good enough for the idol, but every time yunjin would show even the slightest of affection, you knew that you were so adored by her.

"hey, 'jin." you replied whilst wrapping your arms around her torso. you felt a bit empty when the american pulled away from the hug, but that feeling quickly went away as she held your hand and lead you inside the apartment.

the idol looked around your home, humming in delight as she took off her jacket, mask, and cap. "you've been taking care of this place, y/n." she complimented, turning to look at you with adoration in her eyes. her bare face was beautiful, and you felt your heart skip a beat. "of course i have, i might go crazy if my apartment didn't look organized."

yunjin laughed at your reply before pulling you into a hug again. her head rested on the crook of your neck as both of you bask in each other's scent. even if you two literally saw each other a week ago, it still felt like it's been ages since you've been in each other's embrace.

"i missed you. after our small meetup, i couldn't stop thinking about you." the american whispered, and you felt her hold on you tighten. you chuckled, "i missed you too, 'jin. you did amazing during your mama performance!" you pulled away sightly from the hug, but still kept your arms wrapped around her torso. "i'm so proud of you."

proud. yunjin really liked that word. she was proud of many people, like her younger sister for example, but she couldn't really recall when people were proud of her. many people probably were, but no one exactly verbalized how proud they were of the american. tons of fans in the internet did say how proud they were of yunjin, and she liked it. but for some reason, it felt different when it came from you. was it because you've known each other for 15 years? is it because she was just desperate, and there really were no changes?

no.

yunjin leaned over to you, maintaining eye contact. she was extremely close to you, and soon enough, your lips connected.

it was because yunjin loved you.

the feeling of your lips against hers was so perfect. the american's lips were soft, and yours connected to hers as if your lips were made to kiss her. to cherish her. to love her.

you both lost a sense of time as you continued to give each other romantic and genuine kisses, and you were just glad that you finally got to have this moment with her after months. you were glad that your missing piece was back with you.

as much as you both didn't want to pull away, yunjin couldn't breathe at all. yunjin stared at you with a sly smile, a laugh breaking out of her mouth as she stared at your dumbfounded expression. your cheeks were a bright red—and so were yunjin's—and you stood there stiffly.

"hello? earth to y/n?" the american said, both amused and worried at how quiet and unresponsive you were. you were just trying to process what happened, even if yunjin gave you enough time to do so during the kiss. but your mind was completely blank at that time.

"did you just..?" you mumbled, loud enough to let your girlfriend hear. she sucked her bottom lip to hold in another laugh as she nodded. she couldn't keep it in though, as you slowly nodded and gazed at the floor as you pondered.

"WHY ARE YOU SO FUNNY??" yunjin exclaimed in between laughs, still looking at your serious expression. she couldn't exactly blame you, it's been months since you've kissed each other. but.... the way you were really taking your time in processing what just happened really made her cackle.

[mcverse]

ꨄ︎ Paring: Neteyam x Avatar! F! Reader

ꨄ︎ Requested: Yes/No

ꨄ︎ Type: Part 3 out of 5 (Previous/Next)

ꨄ︎ Word count: I lost count lmaoo

ꨄ︎ Warnings: Slight angst, Emotional reader-ish?—that’s it, not spell checked

ꨄ︎ Side Bar: been a minute ✌️ lo siento im looking back at the old post & noticed I f-ed up the location—e.g. hometree and highcamp. I’m aware it’s not the same but I also forget what I previously write. I’m not gonna fix it. Just roll with it!

please keep in mind that all characters in my stories are always 18+

The arrival of Jake, the revered Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya clan, to formally take responsibility and apologize not only for his son, but also for his mate creates an atmosphere thick with tension and unease.

It was a situation you wished could be erased from memory, an awkward and unwanted encounter that left you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Contrary to his promise of visiting later, Jake appears the next morning, having fulfilled his a similar obligations with Spider at the break of dawn. Spider stood at a distance, a silent pillar of support, offering moral encouragement from afar.

The whole ordeal was deeply embarrassing, leaving you figuratively and quite literally exposed. Jake stood before you, his presence commanding attention, and it was a struggle to meet his gaze.

The weight of shame bore down upon you, a heavy burden knowing that your actions had caused trouble within his family.

His words hung in the air, filled with a blend of understanding and disappointment. Jake's intentions extended beyond a mere apology; he seeks resolution and a path forward amidst the tangled emotions that hang in the air.

The weight of his words sank deep within you, stirring a wish for the power to rewind time and erase the strain you had caused, disrupting the harmony of this sacred place.

You remain silent, lost in your thoughts, prompting Jake's concern to deepen. His voice carries a hint of worry as he shares the repercussions of your actions.

"Neteyam won't continue your training after yesterday's incident," he reveals, his brows furrowing with a tinge of disappointment.

Your gaze drifts absentmindedly behind him, and he glances over his shoulder, visibly relieved to find only Spider standing there, a silent pillar of support from a distance.

In an attempt to bridge the gap and offer solace, Jake reaches up and places his hand on top of your head, gently aligning your eyes with his.

His next words carry both reassurance and understanding, "I will take over your training," he states. The weight of his words sinks in, accompanied by a mix of apprehension and hope.

A frown etches itself upon your face, and you bow your head, tears welling up in your eyes. Your voice trembles as you whisper, your words laden with self-blame, "I'm sorry... I messed up." The weight of your mistake presses down on you, filling you with a profound sense of regret.

Jake shakes his head, his expression unwavering yet brimming with empathy. "Hey, hey!" he interjects, his voice soothing. In an instant, he envelops you in a warm embrace, an embrace that feels remarkably paternal.

Tears stream down your cheeks as his hand rubs gentle circles on your back, offering comfort and reassurance. "Don't say that," he murmurs softly. "It's not your fault."

Nestled against his chest, you find comfort in his words, but the weight of guilt remains. Amidst the ebb and flow of tears, you speak amidst a mix of emotions, "But it is. I shouldn't have gone. Kiri wouldn't be hurt, and everyone wouldn't be so angry."

The embrace tightens, further offering a sense of comfort and reassurance. Jake's voice carries a gentle tone as he emphasizes the importance of everyone's well-being.

"What's important is that neither of you are seriously injured," he asserts, his arms loosening their hold as he gently steps back.

With a tender touch, he lifts your chin, delicately wiping away the tears staining your cheeks, "No blame to anyone, okay?" he adds, his eyes filled with understanding, "I know it's tough, but you're a tough girl, and we are so proud of you."

A small hiccup escapes you as you try to compose yourself. "We?" you inquire, your voice laced with curiosity and vulnerability.

Jake chuckles warmly, his hand releasing your face and playfully tousling your hair. Despite the urge to swat his hand away, you let it be, savoring the lighthearted moment.

"Everyone," he replies, a fondness evident in his voice. "Me, Max, Norm, Kiri, Spider, Lo'ak..." He pauses, raising an eyebrow with a mischievous glint before continuing, "Speaking of Lo'ak, he's grounded."

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Because of the accident? Please don't be too hard on him," you plead, concern for Lo'ak's well-being evident in your voice.

Jake shakes his head, his gaze steady and reassuring. "That, among other things," he reveals, his tone filled with a mixture of firmness and understanding.

"Don't worry yourself about it. Get ready. I'm taking you back out there this afternoon." With those words, he begins to walk away, his figure growing smaller in the distance.

…

In the late afternoon, Jake reappears to fetch you, guiding you into the depths of the forest, venturing beyond the usual paths Neteyam would take.

If you were to claim that you haven't thought about Neteyam since your last exchange, you'd be dishonest. His words have been looping in your mind endlessly, leaving you utterly confused by the cruelty of his remarks.

You always held the belief that Neteyam was meant to be kinder, and you know deep down it's true. You had witnessed his acts of kindness firsthand on certain occasions, though they were never directed towards you. It's possible they may never be.

Jake comes to an abrupt halt, nearly causing you to collide into his back. You manage to catch yourself just in time, swiftly collecting your composure, not wanting to appear unprepared in front of your future leader.

"Before you can hunt, you need to learn how to find prey," Jake declares, locking eyes with you. He motions for you to crouch down, directing your attention to a distinct imprint in the muddy ground.

It's a clear and well-defined Hexapede print, unmistakable in its form. "Remember this," he emphasizes, "yerik will be your first target on the hunt."

You lower yourself closer to the ground, studying the yerik print as instructed by Jake. The imprinted shape stands out, each indentation marking the presence of the elusive creature you are about to pursue.

Its importance sinks deep into your mind as you commit the image to memory, determined to make this initial lesson worth it.

Rising from your crouched position, you maintain a low stance as Jake leads the way, offering further guidance on how to locate and track your prey.

Your concentration remains unwavering as you mimic his every movement, determined not to let your mind wander or be swayed by distractions.

Being fully present in the moment is crucial, allowing you to absorb the teachings imparted and sharpen your skills as you strive to become a skilled hunter.

After a while of trailing Jake through the forest, you both reach a clearing similar of the one where you encountered the Titanothere, albeit smaller and more densely covered in foliage. However, this time, there is no massive creature in sight.

Instead, concealed amidst the greenery, you catch a fleeting glimpse of yerik young—smaller and not yet mature enough to be considered adults.

It's an easy detail to miss if you blink, but you manage to spot them. The discovery fills you with excitement at this being the second animal you’ve come to witness since being reborn.

"They're beautiful," you comment, swiftly and stealthily moving to gain better access for observing the yerik young meeting up with their parent. The sight fills you with warmth but also sadness.

You don't consider yourself as very insightful when it comes to your own feelings, but if you had to guess, it would be because you lack what those animals have.

Despite undergoing changes on the outside, everything else remains unchanged within you and around you.

Gazing away from the prey, your eyes shift towards Jake. While not a parental figure, you held him in close regard lately, yet that sentiment fell short.

His family, undoubtedly, held the greatest significance to him. The question lingered: Why did he invest his time in you? It was a thought you wrestled with, more than you'd care to admit.

"What’s on your mind, kid?" Jake inquire, fixing his gaze upon you, revealing that your concentration had wavered during your training session.

Swiftly, your eyes divert to the ground, pressing your ears flat against your head from anxiety. The last thing you wanted was to become the one who disappointed the Leader of the Omaticaya, yet it seemed all too effortless, “I’m sorry.” you mumble.

Jake's nostrils flare in a sigh, a momentary glance away as he searches for the appropriate words to navigate this circumstance.

Despite his own responsibilities as a father of four children and the weight of an entire village on his shoulders, he recognizes that you mirrored him in some ways, sharing similarities despite the minor differences.

Even though he knew it didn’t quite make sense, he still felt responsible for you. Maybe a little part of him pushed him to care, even if he wasn’t sure why. But what he did know was that you needed support now more than ever.

He had seen you struggling, dealing with tough challenges. Your determination reminded him of his own past. It was like things had come full circle, giving him a chance to help someone who understood his earlier struggles.

Jake took a deep breath and came closer, looking at you with understanding, “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he reassures you in a calm tone, “You can finally live the way you’ve always felt. Sure, I might have disagreed with your risky adventure, but in the end, you’ve learned an important lesson.”

Your lips forms a thin line as you look up at him, your confusion evident in your eyes. He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. His hand moved towards your head, but you intercepted it before he could mess up your hair again.

“Try not to listen to Lo’ak,” he advises firmly, standing up and retracing the path you had taken. You watch him for a moment, taken aback by this unfamiliar characteristic of Jake that you hadn’t seen before.

Eventually, a smile tugs at your lips, and you follow him back to camp, amused by the newfound side of him.

Over the past few weeks, this had become your routine. Jake would guide you along the same route, until you were as familiar with the hexapede's usual spot as the back of your hand.

Despite the initial difficulty of waking up earlier in the morning rather than at noon, your newfound purpose made it worthwhile – you were now driven by something worth fighting for.

The time has come for you to showcase what you have learned, and your nerves feel like they're on fire. Your heart hasn't beaten this fast before, not even when you took your first breath as a baby.

You are aware that a lot hangs over you as Jake blesses your departure for the hunt—even things that cannot be spoken into words.

Your jaws clench as you glance at the gathering crowd. Though not everyone likes you, they show up out of respect for tradition and their chief.

Your body tenses up as your eyes lock with the Sullys, each of their expressions differing from the next.

Neytiri holds her nose up, her eyes steely as she watches you with disapproval. Neteyam doesn't look upset like he did when he scolded you so harshly; his face is neutral—unreadable, and you're not sure if you like this better than when he was expressive.

Lo'ak looks stiff, his eyes focused on you. If you didn't know him, you'd think there was nothing wrong, but the flicking of his tail tells you he's anxious. You send him a subtle smile, earning a curt nod.

Your eyes finally land on Kiri. Unlike Lo'ak, you know she's nervous. Based on the frown on her face, the furrow of her brows, and the way she's twisting her tail in her hands, perhaps she's even more nervous than you are.

Kiri shoots you a faint smile, and you return it with a warmer one, hoping it provides the comfort she's seeking. Jake lets you know it's time to go, expressing his wish that you'll make it back by nightfall.

Resisting the urge to glance back, you wonder why the moment feels oddly sentimental. You can't claim to enjoy it, yet you don't despise it either. Despite their potential lack of strong feelings towards you, you feel acknowledged and seen.

Once this is over, they'll have no other choice but to recognize the unwavering efforts you've invested in building connections. It will dawn on them that they must learn to live harmoniously with you.

No matter how frequently they emphasize your demon-like qualities, regardless of your altered appearance, they'll eventually have to come to terms with coexisting alongside what they consider an abomination.

It all becomes muscle memory as you navigate the forest to your advantage. Tracking the prints of your prey feels much simpler now that you have a clear understanding of what to look for.

Making your way through the foliage and over uneven ground takes less time than you recall. Even the weight of your bow on your back and the pressure of your hunting knife tucked into your waist band felt comfortable—like you were in your element, in your home.

At the beginning of the hunt, your heart raced, but now, seamlessly blending into your surroundings, your eyes effortlessly spot your prey. A calm washes over you, reminiscent of the sea before a storm.

The impending tempest is mirrored in the skilled grip of the bow, its aim steady as you target the adult yerik that has strayed from its herd. The creature halts, almost as if aware that a battle for survival is about to unfold.

The motion is almost effortless as the bowstring propels forward, propelling the arrow through the air, slicing through the trees, and striking its target with precision. The creature collapses instantaneously, succumbing to a single, well-placed shot.

Was it wrong to be exhilarated that your first kill went perfectly? Especially knowing that the yerik are challenging to take down due to their speed and are just as deadly as any other creatures on this planet?

Yes, it was wrong. You took a life that has now returned to Eywa. But it was a merciful act—you made certain of its passing by tracking it down and confirming its end.

Placing your hand over its chest, above its heart, you begin your prayer: “I See You, Brother, and thank you. Your spirit departs with Eywa, while your body remains to join the People.”

You place your bow back on your back, gripping the arrow and ripping it out, pausing as you caress it, before unshielding your hunting knife.

You secure your bow onto your back before firmly grasping the arrow and extracting it. You pause, briefly caressing the yerik, and then proceed to take the vine wrapped around you off, to tie the yerik ready for transporting.

Once the vine is secure, the trip back to hometree becomes more time-consuming, possibly due to the added weight you're dragging along. As day transitions into night, you alter your strategy.

You untie the yerik and muster the strength to hoist it onto your shoulders. Swiftly, you wrap vines around it, determined not to let it slip, no matter the strain it has on your shoulders.

The sight of highcamp threshold spurs you to increase your pace, your heart quickening with anticipation for everyone’s reaction. Will it be a positive one? Or perhaps the opposite? Did you fail, or does it even truly matter in the end?

Walking past the threshold, you weren't exactly taken aback by the noticeably smaller crowd. You understand their reasoning, more then they probably can. However, the sight of those who remained brought you enough happiness to validate your decision in the first place.

Relief washes over Lo’ak’s, Kiri's and Spider faces as they spot you, hurrying over to join you and assist with the carcass. Tuk follows closely behind, evidently delighted to be present for this moment. Jake stands back, wearing a proud smile alongside Max and Norm.

However, what catches you off guard is Neytiri's presence. She gazes at you before turning her attention to the prey you've brought. Her lips pucker slightly, and she raises her head in a subtle nod, so understated that you almost overlook it.

That…that was a start.

"You did well," Kiri whispers, a smile lighting up her face as she crouches beside you. "I had faith in you."

Her steadfast faith in you fills you with warmth. In moments like these, you realize that you may not need the full acceptance of an entire village or species; the trust she bestows upon you could be sufficient.

Nonetheless, you were still considered a demon, and historically, demons were often characterized as being driven by greed.

Did you not deserve to feel a touch of greed after all the solemn years you’ve endured? Those who haven’t lived a single moment in your shoes have no right to expect you to be content so easily.

Yes, you are grateful for what’s been given, but you’re not satisfied. You’ll never be satisfied—not until they truly see you.

"Was it hard?" Spider questions, his gaze fixed on the unusually large prey you've brought back. He's curious about the level of difficulty it presented, given your infrequent solo hunting expeditions.

You shake your head, and with a slight roll of your shoulders to relieve the tension, you admit, "The only challenge was lugging it back. My approach wasn't the wisest, I confess."

"Are you hurt?" Lo'ak finally speaks up after a while, standing behind you and staring down at the side of your face with knitted brows. He struggles to keep his eyes from scanning you to find the source of the injury but manages to resist the temptation.

“Not in the way you may be thinking.”

"I think you should still visit grandma," Tuk murmurs, gazing up at you with wide, innocent eyes. Concern lingers on her face before transforming into a smile, "I'll come along!" she exclaims joyfully, taking hold of your hand and guiding you in the direction of Mo’at’s hut.

"Hey, hang on a moment, Tuk!" Kiri calls out, but she resigns herself to Tuk's eager pull, adding, "Just be cautious on your way!"

If you were still human, Tuk would have worn you out straight to death with the way she dragged you through the village, proudly showcasing you in her unique manner. However, you were no longer human.

You can easily keep pace, dare you say even more adeptly than a native Na'vi like herself, and yet you let her do as she pleases. Even if it was somewhat embarrassing to have all the eyes in the village on you, drawn to Tuk's infectious laughter and vibrant personality.

“Oh, Nete!!”

You want to say it's Tuk's voice that brings you back to the present, that it helps you escape the thoughts that consume you even when you least expect it, but it's not.

You're ashamed to admit it's his very name that centers you.

You mentally pray that he won't notice you, hoping you can become as small as Tuk is when she stops him from whatever he was on his way to do.

Your body instinctively contracts slightly when that prayer fails, and your voice deserts you as his eyes automatically meet yours.

It feels too soon, seeing him like this. The wound is still raw, with no time to properly heal. You quickly avert your eyes, your lips pressed tightly together as you make an effort to send your mind far away once again.

What could be going through Tuk's mind? Has she forgotten what occurred? Is this what they refer to as the innocence and ignorance of a child?

"Nete! You should've seen it! (Nickname) brought back a big kill," Tuk exclaims, clearly placing you on a pedestal. Perhaps, her expectations are set a bit too high.

And telling him wouldn't provoke any reaction; it's clear that he doesn't care about you, despite the lingering feelings you regretfully still hold for him.

Neteyam, who briefly shifted his focus to his sister when you averted your gaze from him, is now returning his attention to you.

You couldn't see it, as it was still too nerve-wracking, but you could feel it. The same steely gaze you experienced during all those hours of training with him—it's no different now. They show no emotion when they look at you.

Yet, the stare doesn't linger on your face.

It travels downward—to your neck, shoulders, arms, legs, and any exposed skin. It's swift, merely skimming over your body, evaluating you—perhaps even doubting your ability to accomplish what Tuk claimed you did.

It was undeniably swift, and yet it left you feeling vulnerable. It was a new development, something you hadn't noticed him do before—at least, not so directly or unabashedly in your presence. You were uncertain about your feelings toward it—no, that's not entirely true.

You did appreciate it; after all, his attention was on you. But it was for an uncertain reason, so you couldn't fully indulge in the satisfaction it brought.

‘Ugh. What am I saying? Stop, Stop—Stop it!’

"Where are you heading, Tuk?" Neteyam inquires after a significant pause, shifting his attention away from you to focus on his sister.

With his gaze no longer fixated on you, you sneak a glance at them through your peripheral vision, only to catch him flashing an innocent smile at her.

How can this be the same person who belittled you in front of his family?

“To visit Grandma. (Nickname) is hurt,” Tuk replies promptly, without hesitation.

Tuk's words hang in the air, and Neteyam falls into a heavy silence. His smile fades, replaced by a sharpness in his eyes as his eyes widen slightly.

For the third time in mere minutes, his gaze lands squarely on you. His brows furrow deeply, and his eyes race over your form with an intensity that borders on concern.

Is it possible? Could that be genuine worry in his eyes? You can't be certain; you've never seen him show any concern directed your way before.

“What—I don—“

Tuk abruptly cuts him off, saying, "We've got to go. Bye, Nete!" She firmly grips your hand and starts pulling you away. As you pass Neteyam, it's as if time stretches, your gaze locked with his—him making the deliberate effort to turn his head and follow your departure.

You're the first to break eye contact, averting your gaze and taking a deep breath as if you had forgotten to breathe. You're relieved when Tuk cuts the interaction short; you doubt your ability to decipher all the unusual actions that Neteyam was displaying.

And you shouldn't want to. He's hurt you deeply, and it's not justified, no matter how much he believes he's in the right. You should not, definitely not, feel anything for him.

You force your attention back into focus, your eyes fixed on Mo'at's hut just a few feet away. The nerves are creeping back up again, but it's different from how they are when it comes to him.

No, it's a distinct feeling. It has always been different with Mo'at, much like the way you feel unlimited joy with Kiri as opposed to a handful with Spider.

Mo'at is somewhat supportive. She sees potential in you, and she holds you to high standards; otherwise, she wouldn't even bother with you. So, yes, it's natural to feel nervous about seeing her after your first solo hunt.

What will she say?

How will she react?

Will she share in your pride as you take a step closer to a dream you've longed for on countless nights?

Her opinion matters to you, perhaps even more than anyone else’s. She could have easily abandoned you to live a lonely and sorrowful life, but instead, she chose to collaborate with the humans, the very same species that took her mate’s life, all to aid you. In a way, you owe her your life as she helped you transfer over.

In a strange, twisted way, you view her as a motherly figure. And like any child, it's second nature to want to please someone you look up to. In that respect, you were no different.

The scent of herbs and spices greets your nose as Tuk leads you into Mo'at's hut. She releases your hand and skips over to her grandmother, who is seated on the floor in the center, tending to various medicinal remedies.

"Grandma! Guess who's returned?" Tuk exclaims in a whispered shout, settling down beside her grandmother and grinning broadly.

Mo'at pauses, pretending to contemplate before turning to Tuk with an expectant look. "You, my child?" Mo'at playfully questions.

Tuk giggles at her grandmother's reply, shaking her head, and then she turns to point at you. "No, not me," she clarifies, "It's (Nickname) who's back, and she's brought back a large catch."

Mo'at's nose tilts slightly upward as she follows Tuk's arm, her gaze settling on you. You stand there tensely as her heated eyes seem to fixate on you.

The way her eyes scan over you reminds you of Neytiri, but unlike Neytiri, Mo'at's eyes don't hold any malicious emotion when it comes to you. Instead, she just has a intense gaze.

"Are you injured?" Mo'at questions, her eyes fixed on your shoulders, brows furrowing as she interprets your body language before you even have a chance to explain your presence.

You nod, finding no reason to be untruthful, especially now that she has observed it herself, "Just a little sore. Nothing too painful," you confirm honestly. It's nothing more than a strained muscle, and you believe a warm bath could help relieve it.

Mo'at hums and rises from her seated position, "Still, sit down. I'll tend to you," she instructs before walking over to a shelf. With her back turned to you, she speaks to Tuk, "Why don't you go, my child? I have something important to discuss with (Name)."

She didn't need to turn around to sense that Tuk's smile had faded, replaced by a pout. "But—" Tuk begins, but then sighs, realizing deep down that reasoning wouldn't work, "Oh, alright." She stands up and moves over to you, giving you a tight hug before darting out of the hut.

You glance from the hut's entrance back to Mo’at, who is still gathering materials. Then, you make your way deeper inside, taking a seat at the same table she occupied earlier.

You wait patiently for her return, although the restless movement of your clammy hands and your darting eyes might suggest otherwise.

Finally, she returns to your side, walking past you to crouch behind you. "Remove your top," Mo’at instructs firmly, prompting you to scramble to comply. She adds, observing your struggle, "It would be simpler if you were dressed in Na'vi."

Not this again.

"If I complete my rite of passage, I will consider it," you respond, growing exasperated as she raises this topic once again.

You flinch at the sensation of something cold touching your skin but gradually relax as it warms, "When you complete it. Yes, remind me," Mo’at sighs. "How is your progress?"

A smile spreads across your face as you reflect on your achievement earlier in the day, "Well, I believe I have completed my hunting just moments ago," you proudly announce.

"And?" Mo’at prompts you to continue as she applies more ointment.

"As Tuk has mentioned, I brought back a worthy catch."

Mo’at sets the ointment down and begins to wrap your shoulders with foliage. "Good," she chimes, "Your journey is beginning, and the timing is right."

You turn your head to look at her, confusion evident in your eyes as you ponder her words. "What do you mean?" you ask, genuinely puzzled.

Mo’at taps the foliage, testing its stability, and then gazes into your eyes with utmost seriousness. "I have a task for you," she states, "A task meant for you alone."

Her words and the intensity of her gaze make it clear that whatever she is asking is of great importance. But you can't help but wonder why she's choosing you for this.

"What kind of task?" you inquire, your curiosity getting the better of you.

Mo’at steps away from you, picking up the ointment and walking back to the shelf to store it. "Once you complete your passage and become one of our people," she begins, "you will represent us when you journey to the eastern village."

A slight pang in your chest makes you wonder if she's also eager to be rid of you, but it doesn't make much sense why she'd wait until after your rites.

"Why would I go there?" you nervously ask, torn between wanting to know the answer and fearing it.

Mo’at looks back at you, her lips pursed as if processing your question as if it's foreign to her, “There is a need for a healer," she replies matter-of-factly.

Excuse you, what?

"I'm not a healer!" you hastily respond, pulling your shirt over your head and rising to your full height, "How could I even be of assistance?"

Mo’at clicks her tongue in disapproval, "You will help, mend what the sky people have done," she asserts, her voice taking on a heavy, cutting tone that contrasts with her eyes, which hold sadness and softness.

Your bottom lip quivers, a whirlwind of emotions threatening to overpower you—anger, sadness, hurt, all of them negative. Once again, you find yourself being compared to the sky people, just as you feared.

What did you expect, really?

What were your true expectations?

You couldn't find a reason for having to do this, and you doubt Mo’at would explain it even if you asked. You can only hope that you'll understand it by the end of your rites, so you can stop feeling this way because of the person you hold in such high regard.

The only response you can muster is a firm nod, and then you pivot on your heel, rushing out of the hut before she can witness the tears that are on the verge of spilling from your eyes.

This wasn't like you. You had never been this soft, not even when you struggled to survive before now. It wasn't until... until that incident with Sully hut that you started to wear your heart on your sleeve, rather than keeping it guarded.

It was since then that you had felt more vulnerable than ever before.

Blinded by your emotions, you failed to pay attention to your surroundings, and it was too late when you collided with a sturdy wall—no, a sturdy person.

You wipe your eyes as you take a step back, staring up at the individual you bumped into, feeling disappointed and even more upset when you realize it's the last person you would want to see right now.

Why is he here standing outside the healing hut?

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Yan! HxH reaction to a neko darling...

cw nekos dont have rights really (legally, yes, but no one really cares) ,collaring, sedation, degrading behavior, infantilism, torture,dumbification, abuse, mentions of death, overstim, pt2 eventually coming, mentions of declawing, shock collar, killuas and gons will get their own series probs...

Just lil scenarios, most of them are punishments- fem pronouns but not necessarily a girl

Neko idea comes from: @i-killed-a-prostutute but the scenarios arent very similar... you should go see their posts with killua if your lookin for softer content

killua, gon, illumi, feitan,uvogin, shalnark

Killua:

"Baka" he said indifferently, his nails getting ever so slightly sharper until he feels like they're sharp enough for what he's about to do..

"So cute..." He scratched at your tail with his sharpened nails and watched you recoil. Your tail was already swishing much to your own dismay as well as killuas delight watching your tail try to escape his sharp nails

"Stooop!" You begged him "Bad neko" your mistake hits you rather quickly-you spoke english- "Mew" the shameful noise made you cringe but it was better than the torturous sensation of his nails on your overstimulated tail

"Thats better" his nails finally retracted, his hand removing itself from your tail; relief washes over you as you collapse onto the cushiony couch that rested behind you with your tail hopefully out of his reach for now. He quickly grabbed his phone, sitting next to your trembling form before calling gon. the phone only ringing for a few moments before gon answers the call "Hey" killua sounds slightly interested

"Hi!" gon exclaimed happily from the other side "How is your neko doing?" he inquiries gleefully "She's adjusting okay" killua says nonchalantly, as if he wasn't torturing you with those god awful nails just a few minutes ago

"How about you, gon?"

Gon:

You couldn't think, you tried to keep your thoughts in tact but its impossible with the way he's messing with your fluffy ears. Gon put his hand on his chin like he was thinking about his answer to the question "How are you doing?" he smiled innocently at you while you looked back with pleading eyes pricked with tears "Too much, bad" you spoke quietly, slightly surprised you could still manage to speak english in your heavily drugged form

"She's doing fine, are you sure these drugs are supposed to make her this tired?" killua takes an angry tone "Are you petting her as well?" gon smiles cheekily "Duh!" he exclaims happily before he seems surprised that killua is practically screaming at him "Thats why, you baka!" killua gets a little calmer "I'm about to try them on my neko after the call anyway" gon makes excited noises and pets your ears even faster

Gon smiles "Alright, remember, be nice to your neko!" gon warns him and killua just laughs "I'm always nice, isn't that right?" killua asks his neko jokingly; his neko just hisses at him in response.

"Alright, well, im gonna have to punish my neko for a bit, ill call you after" gon and killua say they're goodbyes, gon pulling you into his lap once the call ends

"Did you like that?" he questioned, his hands drifting towards your already overstimulated ears his expression getting a bit more disappointed when you shake your head "oh well, we'll get you out of that skittish neko behavior quickly" his smile was worrying, but the fact that his hands rested on your ears again was horrifying

"Sit still" he commanded, slightly annoyed at how your squirming on his lap but he manages to wrap his legs tightly around you to atleast keep you from running. "Thats better, now, i dont think ive tried your tail yet" the innocence in his voice remains, even as he reaches for your tail

Illumi:

"This behavior is strange for a neko" he spoke coldly as he stared at your form cower away from him, a collar around your neck of his own doing. "If you do not behave, i may be forced to bring you over here" his expression remained blank even through the slight annoyance slipping into his voice

He motioned you over, the threat still hanging in the air, the tension finally breaks when you approach him. "Good" his lips twitch upward in a ghost of a smile

"Sit down, if you would" you sit wearily on the small floral couch, the nearly vintage pattern was a bit comforting to look at but it didn't distract you from the assassin sitting next to you no matter how hard you tried to just focus on running your fingers over the slightly faded florals etched into the fabric

"Would you like some catnip?" there was a small bag of catnip laying on the end table next to illumi, which he quickly opened and poured a small amount into his palm before holding his hand out to your face

"Oh." he tilts his head a bit before grabbing your jaw, the catnip eventually goes into your mouth before he holds your nose making you swallow after about a minute "Perhaps do not resist next time" he spoke without malice, but with a hint of teasing implications

The catnip slowly entered your bodies system, causing you to curl up in order to try and calm yourself down "Im going to observe you, do not resist" he poked your ear gently, inching closer

"good neko" he smiles at your trembling form

Feitan:

"Bad" his voice rang through the dungeon-like room, the shock collar buzzing once more around your neck "f-Mmm" for someone who didn't believe you should speak english unless he gave permission, he certainly wasn't making it easy not to curse or scream instead you had to hold your tongue and just keep meowing

"Bad girl" he knew what he was doing, he knew that he was making your mind crumble a, he knew that this was pure torture for you to have that collar on as well as being degraded

"Get over here, or this is going to continue" you scurried over to his lap like your life depended on it, sighing of relief when the collar finally stops shocking you; He gives you a look before pulling you slightly closer

"Stay still" you gulp, but you remain still for him, desperate for mercy or at the very least praise

"Mm" he gives a hum of satisfaction as he runs his nails down your tail and scratches the base of your ears "good" he feels you relax a little bit, smiling when he does

"Your so lucky your cute, otherwise i would have broken your legs and pulled your claws out when you tried to scratch me"

Uvogin:

"PUT ME DOWN!" you screamed as uvogin held you by the scruff of your neck like you were a kitten "Nah" he says indifferently as he kept you a few feet off the ground

"Please?" you stopped your thrashing for a moment, waiting for him to hopefully put you down "Hmm, are you gonna run?" you sigh and shake your head "Eh" he throws you onto the nearby carpet with a loud thud as your back meets the floor

"Ow..." you mumble and dig your claws into the carpet a bit to steady yourself, lessening the drop, "Oi, dont mess up my carpet" he glares at you for a moment

"I think feitan can declaw you anyway.." you whimper "P-please dont!" the shame was piling on hard at the stutter in your voice and the desperation he could see on your face

"Than keep your claws away, ill get you a damn scratching post" he groans a little bit and you hear him slam the front door as he exits the room

Well, at least you'd have something to sink your claws into

Shalnark:

One fucking catnap, without his prying eyes, was all you wanted at this point. He was always recording you but it was so much more intense when you would do anything that most would typically consider to be "neko-like" which was already degrading enough without his phone shoved in your face while you try to sleep

He wouldn't listen, after all, have you ever listened to a cat just because it meowed? "Go away" you mumbled as he sat watching you like a hawk

"I'm gonna brush you after that nap" he smiled at your reaction to his threat "you prick!" you exclaimed, still tired, grooming was nearly impossible with shal because he constantly wanted to have an easy way of punishment-And boy, he knew how much you hated that goddamned grooming brush- Alas; he was not in the mood to be consoled about this

"Jerk" you closed your eyes, slightly thankful you atleast got to sleep

"sweet dreams.." he took a picture of your sleeping form..

[heavenlyhischier]

tolerate - jeremy and chandler

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT -> unprotected sex (please don’t do this irl), spitting, fingering, choking, tiny bit of praise kink, they’re both a little bit of a dick to each other

NOTE: this is for my AU and i'm sorry if its sloppy or if it sucks. im a little tired ahah

Chandler knows the Bruins were knocked out of the playoffs. If she hadn’t seen it on her phone, she heard it from the boys on the team. They were disappointed that their local team had been beat out, and they hadn’t shut up about it during their last meeting before summer break. She wanted to reach out to Jeremy; to text him and say how well she thought they played and how she was sorry they got knocked out. However, she decided against it and went home after work with plans of doing nothing but relaxing. 

She heard the slam of his door at around 11:00 p.m. followed by the sound of him presumably throwing his bag against the ground. She could hear the faint sound of his frustrated yelling, but it wasn’t loud enough for his words to be coherent. A part of her felt bad, she knew how frustrated her brother and players were when they lost big games like that. So Chandler found herself doing the last thing she expected herself to do. 

Despite not necessarily liking Jeremy all that much, she still wanted to make sure that he was okay. After she had knocked on the wood frame, she stood in the hall with her hands clasped behind her back as her mind ran crazy with ideas of what she was going to say. The two of them were far from friends, and she didn’t know all that much about him, but she at least thought she’d try.

“What do you want,” He snapped as he threw his door open, his face hard and angry.

Chandler’s eyes widened, though she wasn’t all that surprised at his tone. Still, that didn’t mean it didn’t piss her off. “I just came to see if you were okay to be nice, but clearly that was a mistake,” She scoffed, turning on her heels to go back to her own apartment.

“Fuck,” He groans as he carefully grabs her wrist to keep her in place, accidentally pulling her closer to him in the process,  “I’m sorry, Chandler. I’m just frustrated.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole,” She quirked her brow, her eyes narrowing on his face as she tries to ignore their proximity. 

It was Jeremy’s turn to look taken back at her harsh tone, his tone playful as his eyes drag across her face, “I thought you came over here to be nice.”

Chandler’s close enough to him that she can see the dark circles underneath his eyes, and she feels herself feel a little deeper for the hockey player in front of her. She knew how hard these guys worked for the opportunity to take it all the way. They busted their asses and isolated themselves from the outside world so their team had the best chance possible. All of that effort only to come up short would be hard on anyone, and he was no exception.

“I came to say I was sorry. About the loss,” She rolls her eyes as the skin underneath his hand burns, her gaze unrelenting from his own, “But I take it back, since you’re an ass.”

Jeremy can’t help but snort at her response, his face slowly inching towards her own as he says, “You’re annoying.”

Chandler finds her moving closer to him, so close that see the way the colors mesh in his irises and his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. She wasn’t blind, she knew Jeremy was an attractive man, but she’d done so well in not falling to his feet like she’s sure so many others had before. However now, she was finding it difficult to push her underlying desires beneath the surface with her face millimeters from his own.

“You’re irritating,” She whispers.

It wasn’t a second later that he hurriedly closed the gap between them, slamming his lips on hers. The moment she kisses him back, he’s pulling her inside of his apartment and pushing the door shut so he can push her up against it. Chandler’s mouth moves against him with a hungry, desperate urge that leaves her breathless.

Her arms are looped behind his neck as she pulls him closer into her, his hands roaming the curves of her hips until they splay across the lower part of her ass. He moves them down, gently squeezing the back of her thighs and Chandler’s quick to get the silent hint as she lets him lift her so she can wrap her legs around his waist.

As he walks her back to his room, Chandler begins kissing down his jaw until she attaches her lips to the skin where it meets his neck. He lets out a quiet groan when her teeth scrape against the flesh, his cock straining in his pants as she presses her tongue against the spot her mouth previously occupied. When he kicks his bedroom door open, he’s quick to reconnect their lips while he lays her against his mattress.

Her hands slip down to the hem of his shirt, anxiously tugging on the fabric before she begins to pull it up. Jeremy’s pulling away from her to finish the job, tossing his shirt somewhere to the side before he helps Chandler get rid of her own. He pauses above her when she’s shirtless beneath him, his eyes darkening as he drank in all that he could see.

He couldn’t help but admire how small she looked underneath him. Her 5’3 stature a great contrast to his 6’2 one, and he’d be lying if it didn’t make him even harder. He was almost afraid that he’d break her, but he knew Chandler well enough to know she could take it. Her constant loud mouth told him that.

“You gonna stare at me or are you gonna actually do something,” She taunted, her own eyes lingering on the toned muscles of his chest and abdomen. 

“Can’t go five minutes without opening your mouth, can you,” He chuckles as he hovers over Chandler, his chest pressed against her own and his lips ghosting over her neck.

“I’d be glad to show you what my mouth can really do,” Her breathing stutters as he licks a strip up her neck.

Those words send an electric shock to his nerves, his teeth sinking down into the sensitive skin as he presses his bulge against her thigh. A quiet whimper passes through Chandler’s lips as the sting from the pressure on her neck morphs into something pleasurable and dizzying. She’s grasping at his back as he repeats the same notion all across the expanse of her neck, even down to her chest. She knows that he’s marking her, but she can’t bring herself to care.

“Swayman, either you fuck me or I go back to my apartment and do it myse–”

He cuts her off by placing a large hand over her mouth, shaking his head in amusement when he watches her eyes widen in surprise. His eyes dart down to the already bruising skin, and he can’t stop the slight sense of pride from swelling in his chest. His tongue swipes across his lips as he maneuvers his hand off her mouth until her jaw is in his palm and his thumb is running over her lips.

“You wouldn’t be able to do what I’m about to do to you, baby,” He smirks, gently pulling her bottom lip down with the pad of his finger, “You think you can handle it?”

“I think I can handle a lot more than you think,” Chandler breathes out, “Maybe more than you can give.”

Jeremy’s eyes narrow on her face, his grip on her jaw tightening as he forces her mouth to drop open. Chandler bends to him, waiting with excitement swimming in her eyes as he lets a trail of spit fall onto her tongue. He loosens her grip and she doesn’t need to be told to close her mouth. He tilts his head in silent approval before he’s dropping his hand.

He moves off of her, stepping off his bed to step out of his pants as she props herself up on her forearms, her eyes widening when his cock springs free. Truthfully, she expected the length, not that she’d thought about it before, but the thickness made her core throb just at the sight. He was big and she’s not sure how she’s going to take all of him, but she wasn’t going to back out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be easy,” He smugly says as he kneels on the bed.

“Don’t,” She rushes out, “I don’t want you to.”

He raises his eyebrows at her eagerness, his fingers looping into the waistband of her shorts, sliding the material down her legs. He discards them somewhere in his room, his hands grasping the sides of her thighs while he leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses to the inside of them. Chandler throws her head back, pushing it into the pillow when she feels his warm breath hit her pussy.

“Jeremy,” She moans, her fingers carding through his hair and roughly pulling on the strands, “I appreciate the thought, but I need you to fuck me. Now.”

Without warning, he’s pressing his tongue flat and licking a stripe between her folds, sending a jolt to her nerves when he brushes against her clit. His laughter vibrates against her, making Chandler whimper in desperation. If she thought too much about it, she’d be a little embarrassed at how easily she folded and bent to his will, but that seemed like a problem for later. Now, all she could think about was how he feels inside of her.

“Be patient,” He chastises as he pushes himself up so his face is hovering over her own, his hand now tracing her inner thighs, “Gotta prepare you first. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I can take it,” She pleads as his fingers tease her entrance, “Please. I promise I’ll be fine.”

“You know,” He starts as he pushes his middle finger inside of her, “I like it much better when you’re begging instead of bitching.”

“Yeah,” Her voice breaks off into a moan, “I like you much better when you’re being useful and not annoying.”

Her words make him break out into a mischievous smile as he watches her eyes screw shut, his finger working in and out of her. Her walls stretch around his thick fingers, and it’s only when her face begins to slip back into a more lax state that he carefully adds a second finger. Chandler’s hands fly to his back, searching the planes of muscles until she gets a good enough hold as her desperate pants fill the room.

“You think you’re ready, pretty girl,” He asks, tone a mixture of sincerity and triumph.

“Yes,” She nods, her eyes opening to meet his own.

He removes his fingers from her center, her walls clenching around the empty feeling as he brings them up to her mouth. She lets him slide them into her mouth with no complaints, her tongue swirling around the digits as she maintains his gaze. He pulls them out of her mouth, a trail of saliva stringing between them before he slams his lips against hers.

Chandler feels him lining himself up with her entrance, her mouth working against his own in a teeth clashing and messy kiss. He slowly pushes into her, her fingers digging crescent shaped marks into his back as she hisses in slight discomfort. He’s pulling his face away from her, his eyes concerned as he watches her face twist in pain.

“Are you okay,” He worriedly asks, brows slightly furrowing.

“I’m okay,” She says, voice trembling, “It’s okay. Keep going.”

He goes until he physically can’t anymore, filling her up entirely, and she’s wincing as the sharp pain between her legs steadily dulls. The way her walls are clenching around his cock causes small grunts to fall from his lips, and he drops his head to her shoulder as he waits. He can’t stop himself from biting and sucking at the skin of her collarbone, wanting to markup the untouched skin he missed only minutes ago.

“You can move,” Chandler finally manages to get out, “Do not be all sweet and gentle. Fuck me like you mean it.”

That was all the confirmation he needed before he’s nearly pulling all the way out of her, his hips roughly snapping against her own. Chandler lets out a string of curse words as he slams into her, the sound of their skin meeting bouncing off the walls of his bedroom. Her nails are scraping down his back, and he’s grateful that at least he won’t have to change around the guys anytime soon and endure any teasing from the marks she’s leaving on his back.

“Fuck, baby,” He grunts into her ear, “You’re doing such a good job, taking me so well.”

The way Jeremy is hitting into Chandler leaves her mind foggy, the only thing she can think about is the way he feels inside of her. All she can think about is him and the way she’s never been fucked so hard that all she can chant is someones name, or so well that she’s already moments away from reaching her release. 

Jeremy pulls all the way out of her, effortlessly flipping her body over and dragging her hips up into the air. He gives her a second to plant her knees on his bed before he’s driving back inside of her, deeper and harder than he was before. Chandler’s face is buried in his mattress as she grasps his sheets, trying to find anything to ground her to reality. 

“You’re so much easier to tolerate when you can’t stop moaning my name,” He mocks, leaning forward so he can wrap his hand around her throat, “Like hearing your pretty little moans instead of you telling me I’m being too loud.”

Chandler lets his comments slide, letting him pull her head up by her throat as he continues slamming into her from behind. She uses her hands to keep her body up, the coil in her stomach tightening so much that she knows she’s going to be done for soon.

“I’m gon- Oh, fuck,” She cuts herself off as he rams into her g-spot. 

“I know, pretty girl,” He groans, his grip on her throat tightening just enough, “Let go. Cum all my over my cock.”

With the added pressure to her throat, Chandler’s vision blurs and her orgasm is tearing through her body in a white hot, searing heat. Her juices coat his cock as he continues thrusting into her, her moans morphing into desperate pants that mesh with his own. Her walls are clenching around him in a way that makes him see stars, and he quickly pulls all the way out of her before he cums inside of her.

Chandler lets her body fall to his bed as he takes himself in his hands, pumping just a few times before he releases his load all over her backside. Typically, Chandler hated when guys would finish on her back because it rendered her a little helpless until they came and cleaned her up, but for some reason, she didn’t mind when it was Jeremy. 

The world blurs around her for a minute, the only thing that brings her back down to earth is the gentle stroke of his hand on her hair followed by the sound of his voice. She was still barely there, but she’s almost positive that he said something about a towel. Her own thoughts are proven correct not that long after when she feels a warm, damp towel wiping at the liquid on her back. 

“Who knew you were Mr. Aftercare,” Chandler weakly laughed.

“I’m not a total asshole,” He joked, throwing the towel off towards his laundry.

I know, Chandler thought, and that’s what terrified her.

[megmischief]

hi hello i love ur writing 🫶 i wanted to suggest a one shot? headcannon? IDK WHAT ITS CALLED IM SORRY 😭😭 but imagine jealous sebb which leads to yk what

totally up to you if you wanna do it!

Haiiii! Thank you so much!! And ooooooh, that sounds so good. I'm so sorry it took me so long. I was tryna make sure I could come up with a good scenario cause I wanted it to ac make sense 🫠 Anyway, here we go!!

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Sebastian x AFAB Reader - You're Mine

E RATED: Explicit sexual content, dom Seb, non-consensual kiss, angry seb, explicit language, breeding kink

"Ah! Before you all go, I just wanted to thank y/n, here!" Elliott pats you on the back, smiling down at you. "Without her, I wouldn't have been able to finish this book. It's all thanks to her that I was able to gain inspiration and work through my writer's block."

Everyone applauses both of you as you leave the small stage Robin had crafted within the library. Elliott's new book was phenomenal, and you were astounded by the level of craftsmanship he had put into it.

Elliott pulls you aside, behind one of the bookcases. "Truly, thank you. Without you, my dear, I wouldn't have come this far."

You smile up at Elliott, just giddy at the fact you had a whole book dedicated to you. "You're welcome! I mean, I'm not sure what I did, but you're welcome!" You look down at your feet, embarrassed at the sudden attention.

"Hey..." Elliott places a finger under your chin, pulling your face up to look into his eyes. "Thank you..."

You blush at the sudden contact given by the auburn haired man before you. "Elliott, you really need to stop saying than-"

You were cut off by Elliott's lips crashing into yours. Frozen, you were unsure how to react. Thought's were rushing through your head of Sebastian. Your husband.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" Sebastian storms over, grabbing Elliott by the collar and throwing him against the wall.

"Sebastian, look, I can explain..." Elliott, realising what he had just done, dropped to the floor. His eyes were glassy with both disappointment and fear.

You stand there. Time frozen. You were so confused as to what was happening that nothing was making sense. You pressed your finger to your lips and ran it along the smoothness.

"You don't need to explain anything! I fucking know what I saw, you low life!" Sebastian forms his hand into a fist and prepares for action.

"Just stop!" You run over to Sebastian, becoming alert through the noise of the chaos. You grab hold of Sebastian and pull him into a tight embrace. "Seb, lets just go home...It was an honest mistake...It didn't mean anything, I swear!" You sob into his chest as he strokes your hair softly.

"I know you didn't mean it, sweetie...Don't worry..." He places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "This prat, however..." He growls, firing a death stare towards Elliott.

"Sebastian...I'm truly sorry...to both of you...I-...I shouldn't have let my feelings get the better of me..." Elliott holds back his tears as he looks to the floor.

Sebastian scowls. "Now listen, I don't care what so-called feelings you have for my wife. You clearly came onto her. I suggest, for your safety, that you stay away from her." Sebastian's tone was cold and harsh. He was feircely angry by what he had whitnessed and was prepared for war.

Elliott looked up, nodding his head. "Okay...I can do that...I'm sorry..."

Sebastian grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the small library. The walk home was intense and quiet. Sebastian hadn't said a word to you since you left the library, leaving you feeling guilty and broken.

As you approached the farmhouse, you noticed Sebastian's grip on your hand tighten. His palms were sweaty, and his breath was shallow. He was pissed.

Sebastian grabbed his keys from his back pocket, dropping your hand briefly to unlock the door. Opening the door, he pulls you inside and slams the door shut. This causes the house to rattle, sending a shiver up your spine. You had never seen Seb so angry before. You had been married nearly a year, together for two, and he had always been so meek and mild. As though he couldn't hurt a fly. But tonight was different.

"Strip." He mumbled, looking at you nonchalantly.

You were even more confused. "W-what...?"

Sebastian huffs. "I said...strip."

You do as you're told, not wanting to upset him further. The cold autumn air made your nipples hard as they became exposed. You stand there for a brief moment, completely clueless as to what's going on before you see Sebastian removing his shirt.

"What are you doing Sebby...?" You scratch your head.

Sebastian, still mumbling, replies. "Just making the Valley aware that I protect what's mine." Sebastian picks you up, slinging you over his shoulder. He throws you onto the bed with a grunt.

"Sebastian...what's going on...?"

Sebastian growls. "I told you, honey...I'm marking my territory."

He pins you down, kissing you passionately. You can't help but moan at his touch. Sebastian moves down to your neck, biting, kissing, and sucking to leave dark red marks. Your moans increase as the pain and pleasure take over you.

"Sebas-...tian..." Wrapping your legs around him, you pull him closer.

Sebastian continues to place dark love bites across your chest and torso, clearly trying to make a point. As he approaches your hips, he looks up at you. 'I'm going further... That's okay, right?"

Even after all this time, he still asked for concent. This made your love for him stronger as not only did he love you, but he respected your boundaries too.

You nod, unable to croak out any words due to the whirlwind of emotions running through your head.

Sebastian positions himself between your legs, wrapping them around his neck. He begins working on you, licking and sucking at your clit violently.

You can feel the knot forming within your stomach. "Oh my-...fuck-...Sebastian...!" Your legs tighten around his neck, pulling his face deeper into you.

Sebastian began dipping his tongue into your entrance, causing your back to arch and eyes to roll back. The knot was tightening fast. You could feel his nose brushing against your clit as he continued to work on your entrance.

Grabbing a clump of Sebastian's hair, your legs begin to tremble violently. "Seb...c-coming...!"

Seb increases his tongue movements, sending you over the edge. He smirks to himself as he works you through your orgasm. Once you finish, he removes your legs from around his neck and kneels up, unbuckling his jeans.

"Yeah, bet Elliott couldn't make you scream his name like that." Sebastian looked smug and proud of himself. However, he had a slight glint of evil within his eyes.

This lit a fire within you as you lusted over your husband more. You wanted more. This side of him, this possessive side, was your new favourite.

"Ass up." He smirked, pulling his jeans down to his knees.

You do as you're told, not wanting to disobey your orders. You get on all fours as fast as you possibly can.

Positioning himself at your entrance, Sebastian can't help but let out a low moan as he pushes into you. "Fuck...you're so tight..."

You grab onto the sheets as Sebastian begins to move. He begins slow but quickly fastens his pace, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. You can't help but cry out at the intense pleasure and pain he is causing to you. It's making you wild.

Sebastian grabs your hair, using it to pull you closer so he can enter deeper. With each thrust, he moans. His moans are low and breathy, sending shivers up your spine.

"F-fuck-...!" You cry out as he smashes his hips into your ass.

Sebastian's smirk increases. "Heh. Yeah. Cry out for me, baby... Tell the world how good I'm making you feel..." Sebastian smacks your ass as hard as he can, leaving a red imprint of his hand.

You cry out louder at the sudden sting. However, it only excites you more. Tears begin to stream down as you bury your face into the pillow to muffle your screams of pure pleasure.

"I'm gonna breed you so good tonight..." Sebastian mumbles, grabbing you and switching to missionary.

Your face is completely crimson as you realise what he had just said. You give him a small nod as he resumes his pleasurable torture.

Sebastian grabs at your chest, then works his hands down to your hips as he pounds you harder and deeper than before. He lets out a low growl as he squeezes at your hips.

You can't help but whimper as more and more tears stream down your face. You moans grow louder and louder as you wrap your arms around his neck, digging your nails into his back due to the intense pleasure. "Fuck, Sebastian...!" You wrap your legs around his waist as he begins to leave more love bites on your neck.

"I'm close..." He mumbles into your ear. His warm breath gives you goosebumps.

Sebastian's thrusts become sloppy as he fills you to the brim. You too, finally reach your climax as you feel his member twitching within you.

Sebastian rolls off of you once you have both finished. His breathing laboured, he wraps one arm around you and lets out a sigh. "Fuck...I'm shattered..." He gently kisses the top of your head with a giggle.

You snuggle in, not being able to talk quite yet.

"You know I'm not mad at you, right?" Sebastian pulls up your chin, so you're looking into each other's eyes.

"Mmm..." You nod. "But...I still feel guilty..." You whisper.

"Well, don't." Sebastian smirks, pulling you closer. "Because the whole valley will know you're mine now."

[ko-existing]

Yeah, I sent that message to Bry because she was the only one posting about these anons attacking you guys...as far as I'm concerned. I haven't been here in a while.

I don't really wanna private message anyone. Sophie can privately message you if she so desires.

Further, as far as Sophie and I discussed, like yeah...you guys just had different styles of sharing ideas. Sure we can all get butthurt sometimes. But, it wasn't anything personal, ultimately, a social media tiff lol. I imagine that post is deleted?

Does it really matter anymore? Do you expect Sophie to still be raging by a tiff?

Im not gonna say anymore, it's none of my business. But the anons sending so much hate: you guys need to stop and go within. Sophie wouldn't want this for y'all. Its deplorable behavior...her and ada are gone, rely on yourself...

[neutral but more confused tone]

I'm not sure what you discussed with her but dming me and agreeing about the "there is no ego, this post is limited" story on Instagram that was meant in a neutral way but then going to tumblr, switching and saying "you're speaking from the ego, i'm so disappointed, you sound jealous of her" and making it sound like I'm attacking Ada which I originally never did within 1-2hours which resulted in her devouted deciples living in my ask box since the very start of this account to now and never saying anything about it and sendings asks anonymously about topics only she could knew about from our IG dms which were personal, doesn't sound very "different styles of sharing ideas & nothing personal" to me. How can I be jealous of someone I don't know? I asked afterwards on IG who Ada is and people told me. That's the thing that confuses me here. How can I speak from something that doesn't exist fundamentally? They talked about ND/AV but contradicted themselves with ego-related posts and concepts. Pointing that out is not an attack. I never attacked Ada, I never even knew her to begin with but Sophie's reblog was the catalyst of everything else that followed to this day that blew everything out of proportion. She knew I wasn't attacking her because that's what I said in the audio back then on IG. Disagreeing with someone does not mean attacking them. She knew her followers were camping in our inbox (not just this account) for months and stayed silent and now says it wasn't anything actually? After she (Sophie) left for a reason her anons didn't know, people started blaming Chen for it and no one said a thing. A follower on IG sent me a message asking what my opinion of this post is, i replied and AFTER i found out it's from tumblr, i made an account too. Another thing is, I don't fully understand why you operate as a middleman for her. You said in Bry's message that Anons should stop speaking for her, but aren't you speaking for her or in her name anonymously too? I'm not angry, just confused as to what exactly she told you and why it clashes with the actual situation and the reactions of it

[ca-suffit]

Not surprising that sam-reid flat out ignored you. Idk what I expected but they let you down along with the whole fandom. I unfollowed her. They could have responded like an adult but judging from her blog there's a lot of childish attitude and hissyfits going on. Same as that maven post you made, maven seems like the type only doing YouTube videos for likes, which is why they like the comments praising them and sidesteps (ignore) the comments speaking about anything serious. I'm glad you made that post about maven and I hope the post circulates through enough of the fandom. Frilly white folks who only watch the show to make a name for themselves need to be called out. (Not speaking about sam-reid im not sure if she's white or not but it doesn't matter)

(maven post icymi) (twt version)

I'm not surprised either, but sam-reid has also here and there interacted with this blog more than most ppl, so I hope that maybe something is getting thru. having real awareness of urself is *hard* and tbh fandoms promote unhealthy behaviors that can be difficult to distance urself from, bcuz when u do, ur on *this* side then. like I've said in other posts, fandoms gather up lonely ppl and offer huge friend groups and benefits if u toe the line. I know why it's easy to ignore fandom racism and think ppl like me are just jealous assholes who like to bully ppl for "no reason."

I don't hate any of these ppl tho. they might think I do, but I don't. I'm disappointed and angry. all of us are here out of a love for something and there's no reason we need to be at odds like this. I came out being a huge bitch when I first got here bcuz of what was happening in the fandom when I made the account. I *did* just want to publicly hurt everyone for having sat here for years seeing them hurt so many ppl otherwise and not getting much pushback over it. I've tried to stop doing that now, bcuz this account has grown in ways I never thought could happen. I've never seen anon mssgs be used to discuss everything we discuss here. I've never seen anyone get support for doing this kind of thing, just hate. but nobody's ever dedicated an account to it before, so there was no blueprint. experiencing this now, I'm like....ok, we can shift the tone now.

a lot of ppl *are* only in this for themselves too and it's bcuz that's all anne rice told anyone to do. u can see it in the language used when ppl speak, how long they've been a fan, they're "experts." a lot of ppl need this to be their identity bcuz it always has been. it's prbly intensified now that she's dead too and ppl feel like they have to take her place.

I don't think the maven post is gonna do much tbh, but it's there anyway. I keep tabs on a lot of ppl and research a lot of shit all the time. ppl asked for maven receipts before S2. well, there's gonna be receipts for shit *now.*