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toshiuwuu · 1 year ago

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୨୧ , jon snow x FEM!reader. ( 1.7k )

imagine... you, a young servant of house stark, teaching jon snow the sweet, yet innocent act of kissing. and finding out just how eager he is to learn.

tags making out, crush, innocence, first kiss, friends to lovers, season 1

AS NIGHT FALLS throughout Winterfell, lit lamps wither away along with the hushed whispers of winds. It's a melody you wish to hear more often as your stay here in the North begins to drag.

More often than not, your ears tend to ache at the shutters of metal against one another when frequenting the Forge; or when tasked by one of the Stark children to fetch an apple, where you're greeted by a dozen women huddled together in secret, gossiping to one another about Winterfell's latest whore. You loved the girls dearly, but feared that maybe one day you would be the topic of their conversation.

With a content smile, you inhale greatly and exhale with ease as you sit outside the kitchens back in the brittle cold. Your surroundings are empty of others, only the wind to keep you company. Even as you feel your chest start to tighten around your lungs at the cool air, you stay seated and grateful for the silence on this star-filled night.

Eyeing the various critters crawling about, you jump at the laboured breathing of an animal ahead of you in the depths of the forest, before the small stature of a direwolf pup stumbles its way out of the ominous shadows and towards you. You hadn't noticed it at first, the thick white coat of fur complemented its snowy surroundings.

As the wolf yields closer in clumsy strides, your eyes widen in knowing as those red orbs of it become clearer.

The name of his is faint on your lips, "Ghost?". And before your limble frame is aware, the pup has thrown his warmth onto your lap. You giggle in turn, scratching earnestly at the back of Ghosts' ear just the way he prefers it.

The way Jon does it.

As you busy your hands with the pup, your shallow breaths forgotten as the cold seeps into your skin, you glance around the woods in hopes of finding the brute man you dream off.

"Now tell me, Ghost. Just where is your broody friend?" You ask the pup, who in turn just laps messily at your face. Distracted, you fail to hear the large boots of the man you mustn't fancy, and the sudden dip of the floorboards beneath you.

"Behind," A gravelly voice huffs out against the back of your exposed neck. The finest of hairs stand on edge as you're suddenly aware of the warmth intruding in on your space, like a lone fire in the depths of Winterfell's worst nights.

You're yet to yelp in shock, accustomed to Jon's dire way of greeting you. He took joy in teasing the poor servant girl who never thought to send out a complaint to Lord Stark; to which the man took great advantage of, you were his only friend after all. Whom else could he mess around with other than his elder brother, Robb?

"Y/N, you're practically naked with those kitchen rags on," he sighs, Jon is no longer crouched behind you, and instead stands tall in all his glory besides you. You still have not uttered a word to him yet, nor could you now. As you gaze up his length, your jaw slacks unwillingly at the sight of him.

Some days you found yourself enamoured with House Stark's bastard son.

You, along with a maiden of Lady Sansa's, spent your breaks eye-fucking him from across the courtyard as he trained with his brother. Jon would dorne tight clothing on those days which defined his toned arms in the sun's favourable rays. The sweat would glisten against his flushed skin; it was, oh so tempting to just lick off. The two of you girls would let out boisterous laughs at the dirty idea from where you sat on the courtyard's curb. And before long another servant would pull you by your ear angrily, complaining about time and whatnot as you would spare one last glance at Jon before tasked with yet another bore chore.

Only during his and Robb's spars would he acknowledge you in public. Robb was the only Stark who knew of his brother and your friendship; he was positive the people of Winterfell would talk if Ned's bastard son and a poor servant girl were out frolicking together. So Robb kept quiet. He never commented on it and never thought to spare a look at you. You were sure he hated you.

Jon reassured you that the eldest Stark son just loved to be a dick, and was most likely jealous of the fact that he had another to call a friend; in Robb's words, 'a fine lady'.

You had blushed at his words.

Robb Stark was a fine man, you along with all of Winterfell knew this. You would have to have your eyes gouged out to not see it.

But now, as your eyes trail Jon's stoic form, your heart beats with a skip in its mellow thump. Jons face never gives away his emotions, though maybe that is exactly what you find endearing about the young man. He stares down at you with a look of tiredness, stripping himself of his fur coat.

You raise an eyebrow at him, protesting, "I have no need of your coat Jon, it is fine!" You reassure all too easily, though the chattering of your teeth gives you away. Jon clicks his tongue, before draping the large warmth of his coat over your smaller stature.

"It does not seem like it." He shrugs, avoiding your teary eyes from the cold. All you could do was hum in acknowledgement, mind hazy at the thought of him giving you his coat in worry. Your face flushes, though Jon is all too ignorant as he decides to sit beside you on the curb, watching off into the distance with a brief frown.

Suddenly, Ghost nudges you with a dirtied paw towards Jon, as if on purpose. You shake your head at the silly idea. Without realising, you let out a whisper of a giggle.

"What is it?" Jon turns to face you now, and as you sneak a glance you catch the faintest of freckles gathered around either corners of his eyes and how his mess of dark hair curls to frame his pale face. You realise suddenly, just how close he is.

Jon does not seem to notice, or perhaps he does, but has no concern over it.

With strained confidence and courage from a white paw, you shuffle ever so slightly closer to Jon. The man just stares at you with a look you cannot describe, and a terrible feeling gnaws within you. Why must he just stare? Is that a look of disgust? Oh, what am I doing?

Battling your inner turmoil, you miss the way Jon looks you up and down, biting his bottom lip as if instinct when he stares upon your beautiful face.

"Y/N?" He says it almost too quietly, but his breath fans your face with how close the two of you are now. It is silent all around, even the whistles of the wind do not interrupt this moment. You turn to face him fully now, though the bottom half of your face stays well hidden beneath the large heaps of fur. You are embarrassed yet intrigued to know what Jon chooses to do next.

With his index finger, he tugs lightly at the fur beside your cheek, testing the water. You continue to stare dumbly, as he asks shyly, "May I?".

The words are stuck in your throat at the sudden vulnerability from him. You have never seen this side of Jon before. As you go to nod, he almost pulls back with a hitch in his breath with how long you take to respond.

Hastily, you shout out, "Yes! Yes." He does not look convinced even as you tug the fur down to reveal a timid smile. He returns it, though the ends do not meet his eyes.

You let out a sigh. You had ruined your chance with Jon Snow.

Then, as if waiting for the drama, you felt a push from behind you. You did not need to see to know who exactly it was. Ghosts' tiny paw nudged you once more, as if the pup was irritated at this charade.

With another ounce of confidence, you grabbed either side of Jons questioning face. You could feel the roughness of his beard, and that was all it took for you to regain your composure before looking up at him through glazed lashes.

"Jon," you spoke. He waited with uncertainty as your grip on his face loosened. "Is this okay?"

All he could manage was a slight nod, distracted by your enchanting eyes.

"Okay." You repeated, before leaning down to meet his bruised lips. From the way he sat rigid against you, you were sure this was his first kiss. Soon you were worried though there was no protest from his end. It seemed as though Jon wanted you to lead. And as his tongue swiped over your top lip, you took that as your confirmation.

With not an ounce of shame, you shuffled to sit on his lap, wrapping your thighs around his fine torso. Now comfortably, you began to deepen the kiss with your tongue. Your hands moved away from his face and found themselves tangled within his hair. And with growing confidence, Jon soon wrapped his arms around the bottom of your waist, nearing your ass. His fingers teased at the fabric there, unsure.

As your tongues danced together, you dragged a palm down his front sensually, to which he let out a pitiful moan you could not help but swallow, before stopping atop of his uncertain hand above your waist. With loving guidance, you moved his hand ever so slightly towards the plump of your butt. His thick yet lanky fingers grazed against it, and with uncertainty he pressed down at the soft flesh. You were still clothed, but you could feel the heat emitting from his fingers.

You gasped into the kiss, pulling back for needed air.

"Was it something I did, Y/N?" Jon asked with worry. You could only laugh at the young man and his wary conclusions. With a shake of your head, inhaling the cool air to steady yourself, you whispered. "Not at all, Snow."

The corner of his lips tugged upwards with ease; and all you could do was watch with a feeling of need sprouting within you. You were eager for this man to ravage you, though there was a lot to teach.

There was no sound of complaint from you, as you felt him knead your ass with certainty.

Jon was a quick learner, after all.

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toshiuwuu · 1 year ago

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stark men come with a built in breeding kink send tweet

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honestly, it’s genetics i’m afraid. just part of the deal. they can’t help it. you look so pretty when you’re with children, they just wanna give you some of your own :(

growing up and having his mother & father as an example, robb has always wanted a big family. the desire only increased tenfold the first time you laid together (he always finishes inside of you to ensure that happens)

jon doesn’t even know he wants it. not until he’s finally got you in his grasp, and he can’t think about anything else but giving you a child. your belly would be round & swollen and it would be all because of him.

cregan can’t help it. every time you’re around kids, the thought invades his mind. you, with little wolf pups growing in your belly (he grows hard at the thought). you see his expression grow distant, as he no doubt imagines little chunky toddlers running around winterfell. they’d have your eyes.

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toshiuwuu · 1 year ago

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lamb to the slaughter

alastor finds heaven kneeling before an exterminator tags. alastor x gn! exterminator! angel reader, religious imagery & symbolism, implied death, blood, dark romance

Alastor holds no reverence for heaven.

He himself was far from holy, his rotten soul resistant to the act of prayer and worship. The humility required to kneel and plead for mercy is an attribute that seems alien to him.

But never before had he beheld such beauty.

Alastor eyes were fixed on you. Before him, you loomed, a majestic creature with pearlescent wings outspread, a radiant halo encircling your horns, and draped in golden robes.

In the grip of your divine gaze, Alastor's thoughts wandered back to the verses he had half-heartedly listened to in the hallowed halls of the church. The utterances of the pastor, the haunting melodies of the choir, and the impassioned prayers fervently uttered by the congregation—all appeared to him as a futile worship. Amidst it all, he remained a solitary figure, impervious to the sanctity of the holy prayers.

Had he known that beauty could materialize into a being such as you, he would have uttered all those holy prayers in your name instead.

"Kneel," you commanded. Something within him seethed, growled, and clawed at his thumping chest.

Despite the tremors in his knees, he feigned composure, sinking to kneel before you. The fabric of his pants tore on the coarse gravel, leaving his knees scraped and bloodied. As he raised his gaze to meet yours, a chilling sensation coursed through him, your heavenly eyes seemingly scorching his skin.

Dimly aware of the pain induced by your blade piercing through muscle and meeting bone, a crazed euphoria enveloped him, numbing the stinging sensation.

Alastor found it somewhat hilarious. Creatures like you, born to worship and embody symbols of holiness, bore wings that were perpetually stained with the richness of cardinal red.

A soft, involuntary groan slipped past the demon's lips as you abruptly yanked the spear from his flesh, forcefully pulling him closer to you. Despite the searing pain, he bit down on his tongue, commanding himself to silence.

"How shameful," your voice cooed, a mellifluous cadence that felt like honey to his ears—soft and warm. Alastor felt the edge of your bloodied spear against his throat, yet he made no move to stop you.

There was nothing heavenly about this, and yet it was the closest he felt to heaven.

What's heaven compared to you anyway?

You moved closer towards him, the spear shifting from his throat, tracing a path toward his jaw before aiming it to strike his head. All the while, Alastor gazed up at you with an expression akin to that of a lamb.

"Beautiful," Alastor spat out, blood seeping from between his teeth. The gleam in his razor-sharp smile held a disturbing charm.

"This praise will not purify you."

His laughter echoed in the air, a breathless and bittersweet symphony that mingled with the metallic tang of his own blood.

Forgive him. Alastor pleaded one last time as you raised the spear high. For he has sinned.

And yet, kneeling before you now, hands bloodied with the golden blood of your kin, he knew he would do it again.

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toshiuwuu · 1 year ago

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Rosie x Alastors wife reader!

A/n: hii! I hope this is good! I tried my best to fit in with her character

(Requested:shugar0cone)

-The first time you both met was through Alastor, obviously.

-You entered Cannibal town and it was actually pretty nice, just like Alastor had told you.

-And it was pretty peaceful, despite the cannibalism every now and then.

-Alastor brought you over to a nice, old style looking building, it kinda reminded you of Alastor’s style, which you loved.

-Instantly you notice a lovely woman also known as Rosie, the over lord and the owner of the cannibal colony.

-Alastor dragged you over to her, with a smiling face and waved over to her.

“Well well well, look who it is! Alastor my old pall”, Rosie exclaimed with a large smile as she walked over to you two. “It’s been ages deary, where have you been?”, She then looked over to you, and smiled, taking your hands. “Oh! And who’s this lovely dear?”

Alastor let out a chuckle, his smile never faltering. “This my dear, is my lovely wife, [name]!” You waved nervously at the cannibal overlord.

“Oh! I would have never guessed!” Rosie smiled, happy. “Now tell me dear, how did Alastor here score such a lovely lady like yourself?” She smiled, you smile back, you were about to speak up but she spoke first. “Oh why don’t you come have some tea with me dear? I would love to get to know you more!”

You smiled and nodded at her offer. “Alright then, thank you”. You and Rosie both left together, Rosie speaking to you, as Alastor was left to stand there alone.

-After that event you two have grown pretty close together. Having tea together or hosting small parties for friends were often on your schedule.

-You two definitely gossip together, a lot. You’re basically just two adult women with the minds of a middle schooler, gossiping about a lot of people, especially Susan.

-You both totally gossip a little about Alastor too. You’re his wife but it’s fun to talk about the weird or strange things he does to Rosie, resulting in Rosie using them against Alastor playfully later.

-You’re never jealous of Rosie and Alastor being close. It’s obvious their friends, and Rosie’s to sweet to actually get with a man that’s already taken, and Alastor would never cheat on you. He is a gentleman when it comes to his ladies.

-She will offer you limbs and parts of demons for you to eat, if you take them then eating demons for snacks would be something both of you eat on a daily basis together

-If not then she’ll respect your decision and will try her best to make food you actually will eat, wanting to make you as comfortable as possible during the times you hang out.

-Best girl to get help or advice from. She’s literally the best. No one can compete. She’ll sit and listen to any problems you have, whether it’s relationship problems with Alastor, or something different. She’ll give you the most genuine advice she could give you

-I’d like to think you both enjoy wearing matching outfits together. Just two best friends wearing stunning clothes. She’ll definitely try to get you into her style, and you most likely will.

-Overall she’s your perfect, sweet gossiping bestie

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toshiuwuu · 1 year ago

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Alastor's antlers are embarrassingly, pathetically, unbearably sensitive.

He can't for the life of him figure out why—it's not like any of the other transfigured creatures wandering around the underworld were made this way. Most other animal-like sinners don't seem to care about or even acknowledge their characteristics.

Yet here he is, purposefully hiding them away just so that no one will discover his terrible weakness. Oh, what he would give to be like the others if only to ignore their incessantly uncomfortable presence on his head.

Perhaps it was a curse from heaven that made him this way, or karma that he was repaying from his life. Either way, he can't stand being touched.

At least, that's what he thought.

There's no malicious intent behind your hands, no glint in your eye that makes the primal instincts in his head scream at him to melt into the shadows. You're as gentle as can be, fingers running delicately along the intricacies of his antlers and stopping just at the ends of them.

"They're beautiful," you whisper with your eyes blown wide. Your shoulders rise and fall with each rapid breath, probably from the adrenaline of standing so close to an Overlord like this. And Alastor, no less.

Your reliable hotelier. Your first real friend in the hotel. The one whose smile cannot be trusted.

But for some reason, you can't shake the feeling that he's looking at you with pure, genuine appreciation even if his smile is a little wonky.

"Why, thank you, darling!"

He jerks away from you quick as the wind, standing tall once again and towering over you. His expression has morphed into something more strained—you can tell by the way his face creases up as his eyes narrow.

He was the one who decided to invade your personal space while the two of you were arguing. He just didn't think that you would be so bold as to get distracted by his antlers and have the gall to reach out to touch them.

The worst part? The absolute worst part of it all is that no one in all the time he's been in Hell has been gentle with him like that.

Add that to the list of things he despises. Or likes. You're confusing him now.

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You have some nerve, he thinks.

Your hands have found a new home resting atop his head, with your fingers combing through his hair and tracing up and down the curve of his antlers.

It becomes a nightly routine—him on the barstool or sitting in front of the piano and you standing behind him with your fingers tangled in his hair and your chin on his head, perched right between the horns. Others in the hotel have started to raise a brow, but you don't seem to care.

So when you finally decide to break routine, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him, his eye twitches.

There isn't even an audience tonight, everyone else already tucked into bed save for Husk behind the bar who's too busy with a bottle to care. The silence between you is heavy as lead.

"Is something the matter?" Alastor finally abruptly asks, eyes narrowed at you from the side. You shift uncomfortably.

"Why would something be the matter?"

He's not in the mood for games right now. "This is the first time you've sat away from me in months," he observes.

You look at him, surprised by his hostility over this. "Well, Lucifer told me that you don't like—"

"Lucifer," he interrupts, head now whipping to the side so he can fully glare at you. "Knows nothing."

You blink at him, stunned. With the way he's acting, he almost seems... annoyed that you've decided to stop being so handsy?

Silence overcomes you again as you just stare at each other, completely at a loss of words. Alastor finally realizes his snappiness and composes himself once more, exhaling through his teeth.

His smile softens at you, missing its usual edge. You know him like this the best—head in your lap and antlers exposed. It's familiar to you in a way that it could never be to anyone else. At least, you hope that's true.

"He knows nothing," the radio demon says one more time for good measure, eyes drifting shut under the weight of your hands.

Alastor has never liked to be touched before. But maybe there is a first time for everything, and maybe the safety of your touch brings him enough ease that you're the first he admits he can tolerate.

His smile says it all. He's content like this, even if he would deny it with his chest if you ever told anyone else.

"Okay," you breathe. "I believe you."

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toshiuwuu · 1 year ago

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꒰ :🥀 [ Till death do us part ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : What if Alastors dear little darling wife, his partner in crime, the person he thought he'd never see again, turns up with Mimzy on the day of the visit of the big boss of hell.

Pairing : Alastor x fem! Reader

Word count : 1899 Words

Genre : Fluff , Drama , Angst

Warnings ➵ Mentions of death, you're shorter than

Vaggie, possessive Alastor, swearing

Prequel -> > The radio star lost <

a/n : I love this trope ngl, tried to not make him to much out of character, hope it worked.. T T

Also I'm rather new to Hazbin Hotel, so I say sorry if anythings seems wrong or out of character! ><

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The whole hotel was a bit chaotic right now, Lucifer himself would be visiting in just a bit and Charlie wanted everything to be perfect. Colorful decorations were hanging everywhere, a banner was hung up for welcoming the king of hell, how does one even welcome the king of hell into their hotel? Charlie was probably the most stressed of all, but Vaggie did her best to calm her nervous wreck of a girlfriend down.

The moment Lucifer stepped into the hotel was meant to make everything go down, Alastor and his Ego had somehow always a snarky remark against Lucifer. Charlie tried her best to keep them apart, introducing her other friends, before she announced how she would be needing his help. And again the banter between the king of hell and the radio demon started all over again. As if throwing insults at each other before wasn't enough already, now they were pulling at Charlie left and right, like two babies fighting over a toy.

But all things come to an end, which Charlie was thankful for right now, as Mimzy, apparently a friend of Alastor, which was interesting to know he even had any, came barging in with a grand entrance. As the woman now settles down at the bar, talking with the others, Alastor and Charlie took Lucifer on a walk around, Husker disappearing for a second too, but soon joining them at the bar again, a scowl on his face, but something else, undescribable behind his eyes.

A bang was heard through the whole hotel as the entrance door was slammed open and heard could be an angry voice. "MIMZY! You little bitch!" A demon, a slight bit shorter than Vaggie probably, walked in. A scowl evident on the face, as her eyes scan over the place, before falling on the woman she was looking for. "How dare you leave me in the shit like that?! You've got it coming if those sharks don't kill you, I certainly will!" Ignoring the questioning looks of Angel and Husker, you stomp over to the blonde, ready to yank at her hair, when suddenly a bit of debris was thrown through the window and landed beside you, barely missing you by a hair. "The fuck?" The demon's head craned around, looking out the window and there they were, those fuckers Mimzy was in debt to.

You didn't really have time to react much, as three people stormed into the entrance hall, all you could catch was a glimpse of red before the person ran outside, screams of the sharks could be heard, at least those were finally taken care of.

The loan sharks were gone and fought off quickly by that person, his voice now directed to Mimzy, your own eyes on her yourself with a scowl. She and that red demon apparently knew each other quite well, as Mimzy was walking to the door, you finally really looked at the demon. He had short red and black hair, ears sat atop his head, despite scowling Mimzy he was smiling, though a sinister smile it seems. His attire was almost completely red too, a cane was clutched in his hands, as he watched Mimzy walk off, you could only make out a small part of his face. The man seemed so familiar as if you had known him for a long time.. Your heart was running a mile right now, it was getting hard to breathe, and then...

"Thank you Alastor, really.." The long-haired blonde spoke up.. That name, it couldn't be right? Mimzy would've told you, she knew him, she would've definitely told you.. right? You must be mistaken right now.. Your eyes were fixated on the man called Alastor, the voices and sounds around you were all a mush, drowned out as your brain was going all around. Now that you could see his face, he definitely had some resemblance to him.. to your late husband, who had died before you. You were his assistant, his partner in crime, when the news hit you that he was shot, it broke your heart, but still, you continued on alone, killing. That's probably what also got you to hell, well sooner than later you were figured out and soon arrived here in hell.

"Yo smiles, this girly is gawking at you for minutes now." Slowly voices were coming back to you, the white spider beside you talked, pointing his thumb at you, the red-haired now meeting your eyes, his ears straightening and standing alert like the ones of a deer caught in headlight. What irony if he was your Alastor, the irony of dooming him with deer-like features, after getting shot assumed for a deer while hiding one of the many bodies. That day you decided to let him go alone, oh if you just hadn't done that, maybe you both would be alive or you would've at least arrived together in hell.

Alastor was taking slow steps to you, the smile on his face looking strained, yet it never disappeared, his hand was reaching out for you but stopped. Eyes moving over your form, taking in everything. Resemblance to his wife evident, but.. how did he never notice you before? Had he ever met you, walked past, maybe even taken a second glance but dismissed this feeling he has right now.

Swiftly he grabs your wrist, dragging you behind him, ignoring the calls of his name of the other residents, his mind plagued by one only thought, more like one only person.. you.

Stumbling behind him, his grip rather firm on your wrist, yet it felt comforting as if you knew he would never hurt you. Not in your lifetime and also not now in your afterlife. Eyes watching the back of his head, you were wondering what expression his face harbors right now. Was he happy? Was he confused? Disappointed? Maybe he knew where you were all this time but didn't want to meet you. No, he wasn't like this. He may have been distant sometimes while alive, but in the end, he was always a darling to you. Taking care of you, just as he vowed on your wedding day. A distant memory, yet one of the most beautiful ones you have.

A door was opened and as you were pulled inside, the door closed. Steps echoed through the room, you noticed a forest on the other side of the room, but that didn't rather faze you, eyes on him again.. and him only. "Al-" You were interrupted by laughter, the man before you was hugging himself, his arms around him, yet you still weren't able to see his face. "D-Do you know.. How often have I thought about you?!" His voice was loud, a static sound like from a radio accompanied it. One of his hands was tearing at his hair now. "That bitch never told me... I'll make sure to kill her for that.. She kept you from me.." The laughter got even louder, as if the man before you was going insane.

This behavior was nothing new to you, he used to be like this, high on adrenalin when another murder was successful.. Or when he was close to being figured out by the police and detectives, yet he always slipped away right through their incapable fingers.

"I always wondered what happened to you, if you grew old with someone new.." If you were able to see his face right now, you would be able to see the sinister yet possessive smile on his face, his eyes darting around the room.

This all ended in a second when he felt a soft hand on his. He knew this hand, he also knew the person it belonged to like the front of his pocket. "I would never, I carried on alone in your memories, yet I was never as skilled as you darling, so sooner than later they connected all the dots to me." A low chuckle could be heard again, the static radio sound calmed down again too. The tall man slowly turned around now, his hand engulfing your own, his fingers softly running over your own, before he linked them together. How he had missed this feeling, despite having a distaste for people touching him, you were different. Your touch felt warm, like the summer sun kissing his skin, it felt comforting.

"I've missed you mon amour.." His voice was soft, probably the softest it had ever been since he had arrived in hell. His hand guides yours up to his lips, as he closes his eyes and presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand, a smile, now softer, on his lips. He was never one for kissing you on the lips, he definitely favored kissing your hand, like the gentleman he has always been. "I figured with how you were talking seconds ago my dear.." A soft smile was creeping up onto your lips too, mirroring his own one. Red eyes open again, your hand still pressed to his face, but now he was rather holding your hand to his cheek. "Oh how I wished I could've stayed with you my darling, we would've been so successful.." Giggling at his words, with him at your side, you probably would have been going for a long time. "But who says we can't be successful now?" A smirk etched its way onto your husband's face, oh how he loved your daring little mind, always thirsting for blood. With you by his side again now, he would definitely be able to get everything done that he wanted.

"Shall we go back? I want to meet your friends properly." Wanting to pull away your hand, he softly gives you a tug, your head landing on his chest now. Wide eyes look the the side now, as you weren't really able to move, his arms having snaked around you and his chin resting on your head. This was unusual much physical contact, but figured that you hadn't seen each other for multiple decades he yearned for your touch just a slight bit. Your arms lying around him, embracing the hug. "Let's just stay here a few minutes more, we got enough time to introduce you to everyone down there but for now.. let me have you for myself." Nodding softly, your head rests on his chest, as your eyes close and you simply enjoy the presence of your dearly beloved husband.

"What do you mean 'married to smiles'?!" Angel, as he was introduced to you, shouted from his place on the couch now, staring at you flabbergasted. "We've been married for quite a few years before his death." Smiling you answered his question. Alastor didn't like all the attention you were getting, but sooner than later he would have you all to himself again when you two go back to his cozy hotel room or the radio tower. "So you two fu-" Angel wasn't even able to finish his question before he shut himself up as he noticed the look on Alastors face. This time he would've been dead for sure if he finished that question.

Overall everyone invited you happily into their little hotel family, it was amazing. Charlie immediately took a liking to you and if you're being honest she quickly was viewed by you like a daughter.

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toshiuwuu · 2 years ago

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Op men when you're pregnant 🍼🍼🍼

Pairings: Op men x f! Reader

Characters: Sanji, Usopp, Zoro, Luffy

Tw: none it's fluffy/ mention of boobs getting bigger

Notes: A lot of pregnant reader being fussed over and protected, if you're looking for an op reader this might not be the fic for you sorry; you're not necessarily married to them in these, except for Sanji; I've already got thoughts for a part two; as always, this is proofread but there may still be mistakes🍼🍼🍼

Pt 2: Angst ver

🍼Sanji

We all already know that Sanji's pregnant wife isn't lifting a finger. Your feet wouldn't touch the ground either if it wasn't for the exercises chopper makes you do so your labor will be easier . If you thought he pampered you before, you won't believe how he waits on you when you're having a baby.

"Hey chopper! What's this I hear about y/n having to workout!? My lovely wife is carrying our baby! Just her sitting there looking round and adorable should already be enough!"

Has a huge problem when he finds out about the exercises Chopper prescribed you until he saw just how cute you looked trying to do them. Throws a fit and gushes about how adorable you are until eventually you get frustrated with him( and trying to balance on an exercise ball) and tell him to go away.( He's also not a great influence either cuz he's quick to tell you it's fine to stop when you get frustrated, only for you both to be lectured by Chopper).

Now, Sanji might fuss with Chopper over your little cardio regimens but he takes your diet and the food Chopper recommends very seriously, and it's obvious to everyone on the crew. From how long it takes for it to be time to eat because he's taking extra time to add extra care to your dishes, to the way NO ONE is eating until you get your plate. Not that your crew has any problem with you eating first anyway( even Luffy) but your husband can get carried away and lose track of time. They eventually come up with a plan that always gets Sanji moving. Wait until you get hungry,watch as you stomp into the kitchen, and get ready to eat.

Since we're on food, it's a given that there's no craving that you can conjure up that Sanji won't make into a gourmet dish for you( unless it's something inedible like laundry detergent unfortunately). Sanji is pretty strict with your diet though, and although you don't whine much cuz anything he makes tastes amazing, there are times when you can't help but ask for something deep fried or drowned in ice cream and caramel.

Besides that though,Sanji pretty much gives you whatever you want.You are always right during your pregnancy, no matter how irrational or illogical you're being, and that's because you are getting absolutely no logic from your man. It can be asking him to get you golden cheese from the moon as a craving or telling him that the jar you can't open is plotting against you. To Sanji you can do no wrong while you're carrying you twos baby(not that you can ever do wrong in his eyes anyway)

I feel like this is a given of course but Sanji is super overprotective of you while you're pregnant,even more than usual. Always keeping an eye on you and checking on you, or asking another crewmate to look over you if he can't. It's even worse for him during a fight. Is it safer to keep you close to him the entire time or should he leave you somewhere "safe"? Is that somewhere safe, safe enough? What if someone targets you once he leaves? There's not a peaceful moment for Sanji as long as there's a threat anywhere within a hundred miles of you and because of this Sanji frets over you relentlessly during a fight. Everyone knows it would be different if you were in your original state and could defend yourself like always, but because you aren't, you don't complain when Sanji frets over you 24/7. Simply because you know that no one would hurt more than Sanji if any harm should come to you or the baby when he wasn't around to protect you.

On a fluffier note! Sanji sings to you and the baby

Late at night, when most of the crew have turned in for bed and you two(three) are the only ones left in the kitchen. He'll make you your favorite snack ,prop your feet up, and sing to you while he finishes cleaning up the kitchen. You usually drift off to sleep, and Sanji, always carries you back to your bedroom.

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🍼Usopp

Usopp likes to dress you up, specifically in…

Overalls. He wants to see your pregnant belly in overalls.

There is nothing cuter to him. Of Course he wouldn't actually ask you to put on the jean ones, but the huge, fabric overalls that come in a variety of colors?? Yes please. Maybe it's because he enjoys wearing overalls himself but there's something about the pockets and the look itself that gives him serotonin. He likes to see you in any of the clothes he either bought or made with you in mind really. His feelings do get hurt sometimes though because as much as you appreciate him and as lovely and comfortable as the clothes are, sometimes the most comfortable outfit to you is a baggy shirt and a pair of his boxers. He'll pout but low-key, he thinks you look good in that too.

He talks to your belly all the time. He finds it fun, especially when he feels a kick. He likes to pretend that the baby is reacting to his story, even if he knows they might just be stretching or something. Besides, we all know that Usopp never misses a chance to tell an impressionable mind an outlandish story about his past. So who better to tell his tales to than his unborn baby? Get this though, despite the amazing adventures he's been on and how incredible his skills actually are now, he tells made up stories anyway. The stories are more precious to him this way, almost like a gift for his unborn child. A story no one else has heard(Besides you anyway lol).

Usopp is building baby stuff the moment Chopper tells you both you're pregnant, like for real sketching up designs that same night. He's discussing room floor plans with Franky, he's picking out fabrics for toys and paint for walls, and asking you if the baby should have a crib or a bassinet. It's low-key a stress reliever for him. There are plenty of times when you'll wake up in the middle of the night, to use the restroom or get some water, and you'll notice the light on in his workshop. Usopp Is always super careful not to wake you up whenever he does this, so you usually never notice, but whenever he can't sleep he goes to his workshop. So ever since you two have been expecting, whenever he can't seem to get some rest,he crafts things for the baby. You usually choose to sleep on the bed in there with him when you find him like this,even if he encourages you to sleep where it's more comfortable( you always wake up in his arms in your guy's bed anyway though)

Usopp would never let anything hurt you while you're vulnerable like this, and there's no fight he'll lose if you're behind him. Unlike Sanji, Usopp has no problem deciding if he'll stay behind with you and watch over you that way, or entrust you to another crewmate and do his job somewhere else. He'd much rather you stay on the Sunny rather than venturing onto the island where the danger is, and as much as he trusts his crew with your safety, he'd just be thinking about you the entire time if he left you. If push comes to shove and his role is crucial, he'll leave you with chopper or Nami or even on your own, and trust that you'll keep yourself hidden. It's not going to stop him from panicking the entire time though.

He makes it very obvious just how excited he is to welcome your new child into the world. If it wasn't evident with how much he was preparing for the arrival, how much he talks about it definitely gives it away. He's always talking about the kinds of things he'll teach them,the plants he'll show them( He's already started propagating some cuttings from his favorites), and just how incredible it is that you can carry an entire tiny person inside you like this, a part of both of you.

"It's just so fascinating that you can carry human life like this!" Usopp happily tells you one day as you sit with him while he tends to his plants outside.

"You're really incredible honey, you know that!?" He says before turning to you with a precious smile, one that makes you glad to be sharing parenthood with him.

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🍼Zoro

Will wake up and get things for you in the middle of the night no matter how late it is. Food, water, another pillow, another blanket, it doesn't matter. It takes a little effort to wake him up but he always will.

" Zoro?....... Zoro! Baby!" You whisper as you shake him

" Hunh!? Hm?" Zoro'll sputter and sit up on his elbows.

You'd think because of Zoro's sharp instincts, he'd wake up as soon as you need him right? And he would. If you were in any danger. Someone attacking the ship? He's up in a heartbeat. A particularly intense storm? He's up before you are. You about to pee the bed? He's awake and running you to the bathroom, but unless it's something of that nature, Zoro sleeps like a rock. He just has a sort of sensor in his sleep that differentiates emergencies from minor things, and if it's a minor thing your gonna have to darn near slap his a** to get him to wake up.

Zoro may seem like he doesn't fuss over you but he does, a lot. Someone on the outside looking in might think that Zoro doesn't pay much attention to you, judging by the relaxed way he's resting on deck, but really all his attention is tuned towards you. It's always been, but since Chopper found out that you were pregnant( you two didn't even realize for a few weeks), he's been extra attentive. Noticing changes in your tone when speaking, even if it's just playful banter between you and one of the crew, or changes in your mood at all. Always giving you looks that silently ask if you're tired or if you're ready to leave. It's as if he always knows exactly what you need, almost before you do. All it takes is a single glance and he understands what you're trying to tell him. Not even just when you're uncomfortable or tired, even if you're hot or hungry. Zoro will suddenly be over with an umbrella or loudly asking sanji when it's time to eat( which always ends in a fight because Sanji was already on top of it). It might just be his observation haki but sometimes it feels like something more special than that.

Zoro doesn't talk to your belly much. He'll tell you it feels awkward and he never knows what he's supposed to say but won't admit that it's actually because the first time you guys tried it, his deep voice startled your baby( you both literally saw the jump) and he's been secretly sulking ever since. It's also a little weird for him to talk to the baby because well, you're sitting there. You always reassure him that you're not listening but he knows you are, and that if he says anything that you deem cute, you'll never drop it. So yeah, he doesn't talk to your belly much. During the day anyway. What no one knows is that Zoro talks to your belly all the time after you fall asleep. Complaints about his crewmates, how luffy almost got them all killed today,how pretty he thought you looked today, and how much he looks forward to their arrival.

It didn't really compute to him that you guys are really going to have a tiny version of yourselves until your stomach starts to show. He doesn't notice it right away but one day you lifted your shirt after your short workout session( you decided to do it in the crow's nest with Zoro) and he saw just how tight and dome shaped your stomach looked. He only realized then, that a person was really growing in there. After that, he was pretty intrigued by how he could look away and next thing he knew, your stomach was that much bigger( that and *ahem* other things). He never told you of course but you eventually found out because Zoro kept making sure he was present whenever you changed clothes. That and he's always stroking your belly whenever you both are just chilling, nowadays he doesn't even realize he's doing it until he feels the kicks against his palm.

If you ever start to feel insecure about not being able to fight with your crew( once you get too big to move swiftly) Zoro is quick to reassure that it's alright to sit back and let him and the crew handle everything for now.

" No one here doubts just how capable you are, but that's not important now. There's someone in this crew that needs you more." Zoro tells you in a stern voice as he stands in front of you.

" So let me handle this alright?" He'll also say softly.

***🍼***

🍼Luffy

Luffy talks and interacts with your belly as if your baby is already here. There's times when you actually kind of feel like a third wheel between your captain and your unborn child, and with the enthusiastic kicks and nudges you feel in response, you're justified in thinking your baby feels the same way as their dad. Besides the quick kiss he gives you before their conversation and the kiss he gives you after, there's no other indication that he acknowledges you're there( except when he mentions you).

He likes to do things like carry you around on his shoulder and describe the view to your baby when you all are about to dock on a new island because they can't see it. He also checks on you when everyone is hanging out on deck, stopping to press kisses on your cheek and tummy, or ask how you're doing and if the baby is kicking a lot( he finds it fascinating) and at night he likes to talk about his day to the two of you while laying a little of his weight on you.

Luffy had to learn to be more gentle with you now. No more flinging back to the ship with you, no more accidentally crashing into you, no more dragging you onto crazy islands he's intrigued by. He realized this for the first time when he went for a hug and your belly pressed into his and forced him to pause. It didn't take Nami to slap him in the head or Sanji to kick him. He just realized that it's not just you two anymore,there's three of you now and the smallest one depends solely on the both of you. After that he began to be more gentle with you and think just a little more about his actions.

Luffy hates it when you start to get upset, and no,not because he thinks it's annoying. He just hates for you to want for anything, especially food. You'll never get hungry as long as you have luffy around because he's always checking if you are. At first you thought it was an excuse to get more food out of Sanji, but when Luffy passed his plate to you and made sure you ate first during dinner for the first time, you knew he genuinely cared.He always encourages you to eat as much as you want too, his words always being

" It's OK! You're eating for two now!"

Of course you can't actually eat as much as Luffy thinks you should( his standards are insane) but you appreciate just how much he wants you to be happy and well-fed.

As much as Luffy likes to see you eating, he actually takes the diet Chopper gave you pretty seriously. What you thought would be late nights of sneaking into the kitchen( after bribing him with promises of letting him have some) were actually nights full of cuddles and sleepy scolding about how ' Chopper said you can't have that'. You figured it'd be pretty easy to convince luffy to help you cheat on your diet but he's pretty diligent, not wavering no matter how complain or hang on to him and instead giving you a teasing laugh and kiss. Now of course, Luffy can't actually stop you from getting a treat and he wouldn't try, if you were dead set on it, but there's something about Luffy being responsible for your sake that makes you want to be responsible too. That and the proud hugs and kisses he gives you when you resist the temptation of a sweet treat.( Luffy definitely asks Sanji to make something special but that's good for you too,though)

When it comes to your safety, unlike the other boys on this list, Luffy has absolutely no problem leaving you with the others because he knows all of them would protect their pregnant crewmate with their lives. He doesn't even mind leaving you on your own. Luffy just kind of knows when he should and shouldn't leave you alone, and if he has a feeling you'll be safe from harm, he'll leave you with a light heart. He doesn't even ask you to keep yourself safe, instead he holds you close, presses his forehead to yours, and promises that he'll stay safe, and that he'll be back for the both of you soon.

A/n: I finally finished this one, it took me way longer than I planned, but when you're a master procrastinator it gets a little difficult to write everyday. I've already thought about some head cannons for Kidd with pregnant reader, so there'll definitely be a part 2 to this. Yaaaay, I finally posted one piece content again. Thanks for reading🍼🍼🍼

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toshiuwuu · 2 years ago

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Omg, could I please request a zoro and mihawk headcannons with a fem!reader proposing the idea of having a family with them in the future? Just some teeth rooting fluff

If you're comfortable writing it that is!! 💗

mihawk :

he never really thought about having a family — or children for that matter, because in his mind, you're his family, that's enough for him.

but something def changes in this man after perona and zoro's stay (especially perona)

he doesn't admit it out loud but he secretly dotes on perona as if she's his own flesh and blood, and views zoro as the extension of a new generation of swordsmen (something he always wanted - to teach someone all he's learnt)

the way his secret comes to light is way funnier than you imagined though

"he's not going to be a pirate forever."

you huff a laugh in the crook of his neck, curled up on his lap while he sips his wine, eyebrows knitted, clearly perturbed but trying to hide it. "he'll follow that boy til the day he dies, i'm sure of it."

mihawk grunts, and you can't help but pull away to laugh at him, straight to his face.

who told you it was a good idea to say zoro wouldn't come back to kuraigana island?

"he'll come back." he affirms, setting his wine glass down, a palm pressed against your waist. "when he gets weak again."

"you made him strong," you say, a chaste kiss pressed to your jawline as you speak, beard tickling your neck. "he made himself stronger — that won't happen."

he considers your words, leans his lips to press against your collarbone. "children." he groans, "what a nuisance."

a snort escapes you, your palm pressed against his bare chest steadies your weight on his lap. a soft silence lingers after.

"we could try." he murmurs against your jugular. you're quiet, waiting for him to continue. "having them i mean."

"i thought children were a nuisance." you grin, wide.

"not ours — never ours."

you have a feeling he's not just talking about the ones you haven't had yet.

zoro :

please he can barely take care of himself have you seen him?

but he's always been surprisingly great with kids and they take a liking to him really quickly, maybe it's the cool scars and swords

he's thought about it before though, having a mini you running around. god forbid, a mini him

he's never said anything because let's be honest, the lives you both lead are not suited for children, chopper is the closest you'll ever get to that right now

but....

"what're you staring so much for?"

you roll your eyes, swaying your feet in the river. wano at sunset was beautiful beyond measure — yet, zoro half naked in the crystalline waters was somehow more beautiful. "just thinking."

he's staring at you, waist deep in water, a few droplets race each other down the jagged scar on his chest. "bout what?"

"what we'll do — after it's all over."

"eat, drink—" he counts of on each of his fingers, good eye fluttering closed in dramatic consideration. "have a couple brats n' live — just live."

you hum, and think, that's a very zoro answer. eat, drink, live—

wait.

"kids?" you inquire. "you want kids with me?"

he stills for a moment, sucks his teeth. "don't ask me stuff like that, woman." he's embarrassed.

admittedly, he's thought about it, albeit drunkenly. but still, he's thought about it. maybe years from now — you and him'll settle down somewhere, have kids, all that sappy shit — a long time from now, when it's quieter in the world.

"ofcourse i want em with you." he huffs, turning his back to you, cupping handfulls pf water. "who else would i want em with?"

you smile, and you think again, that's a very zoro answer. soft.

he looks at his reflection in the water, and he wonders what it'd be like, with you, being just roronoa zoro. everyday, for the rest of his life.

he can put up with a few brats. just for you.

notes ; i hope this was done well it was a lilll bit rushed in between doing uni applications 😔🩷

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toshiuwuu · 2 years ago

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Can we get the aftermath of Y/N giving birth of them and Benimaru's child? Where the executives are celebrating and Rimuru gets to be the honorary uncle to his right hand man's child? Please?

“I hear by call this meeting of the official naming ceremony to order.” You let out a sigh as Shion tapped her gavel on the table. Rocking your new born infant in your arms.

The baby was doing well. All plump and pink now, with a tuff of flaming red hair that refused to stay down. It had been a few weeks since you had given birth and everyone had given you & Benimaru space to bond with the baby. Coming over occasionally to sit and coo, but in uncharacteristically calm order.

Then, today, out of the blue, you got a note that you and the baby were summoned to a meeting of what seemed like every person you had ever known. “I still don’t know what’s going on….”

“It’s time we all came to an agreement on what [B/N] is going to call us.” Shion explained. “We all can’t be called the same thing. That would be confusing, and unfair.”

“They can’t even talk.” You remind her again. The first time you reminded her was when she was at the house and trying to get them to say ‘Shion’ as their first word. “Besides, can’t they just call you Aunt or Uncle what’s-your-name?”

“NO!!”

The unanimous shouting startled the baby, who began to cry, but you quickly calmed them down.

“Now, I will start us off.”

“Why do you get to start us off?” Milim squawked.

“Because I have the gavel.” Shion snarked back. The two women glared at each other for a considerable moment before they broke off in a huff, and Shion continued. “Now, I’ve thought long and hard about this and I would like to be called…Aunt Shion.”

‘Didn’t I just suggest that?’ You thought to yourself.

“Excuse me, Shion.” The sickly sweet voice of Shuna spoke up. The sickly sweet voice that usually meant danger was near. “I believe, as Benimaru’s true blood sister, it should be I that [B/N]-chan calls Aunt.”

“We can both be ‘aunt’.”

“Didn’t you just say that it would be ‘confusing and unfair’ to share names?”

Shion huffed and folded her arms. Bested by her own words. “Fine! Come back to me. Souei, what do you want your name to be?”

“Souei.”

“You can’t just be called Souei. Besides, the name is too hard for a baby to say.”

“Souei….nee.”

Shion sighed. “Hakurou-san, what’s your name?”

“I think I would like to be called ‘Jiji’.”

“You want to be called ‘grandpa’?” You asked. Just to clarify.

“I’m much older than any of you.” He said. “ ‘Uncle’ just doesn’t seem to fit with a man my age. Plus, I must admit, the feeling of the word ‘grandpa’ warms my soul.” He even let out an old man ‘ho ho ho’ at the thought.

“I wanna be called Onee-chan!” Milim announced.

“That won’t do.” Shuna told her. “What happens when Onii-chan and [Y/N] have another baby? You’ll have to change it all over again.”

“Another baby?” Did you not just have this one?

“We can cross that bridge when we come to it.” Shion said. Making an executive decision and hitting her gavel. “Now, I have come up with my name and it shall be….Auntie Shion.”

The room clapped as if Shion had made some brilliant discovery, while the secretary beamed at her brilliance. “You guys are weird.”

The doors then opened and Rimuru-sama and Benimaru walked in. “What’s going on?”

“Apparently everyone decided they needed a meeting to figure out what our infant child will call them.” You explain.

“Oh. Can the baby call me Muru-kun?” Rimuru-sama asked, and the room erupted in another fit of excitement. Waking the subject of the meeting again from their nap.

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toshiuwuu · 2 years ago

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ok but like. Shinsou losing control of his quirk and accidentally taking control of *you* mid-fuck and making you go way harder than you ever have before

Him feeling so awful about it but also feeling so fucking good to see you quite literally lose your mind on him, internal turmoil num num num

TW: Dubcon, Brainwashing/Mind Control, very horny crazy sex with a pussy having Y/n and a Pro Hero! Shinsou.

Shinsou has likely spent an ungodly amount of time taming his quirk, but the moment he's inside you, his mind goes numb. It's a phenomenon that's never occurred any other time, the closest instance being when he was in extreme exhaustion and agony after a brutal battle.

... Maybe it was that exhausting day he had that's left his power so susceptible to slipping up, but how could he say no to the seductive sway of your hips as you guided him back to your room the moment he's walking through the door? Or that precious, needy face when you're breathing right against his lips, pulling off his mask and running your hands through his hair?

Sly thing... Shinsou can't lie — he really needed this. Needed you, needed to just let go. And you take the lead tonight, which is already making him grin as he's shoved down onto the mattress.

"Heh... hardly giving me at time to undres— Shit!"

You knocked the wind out of him when he's talking too much, lifting the hem of your sultry babydoll and sliding right down onto his achingly hard cock and riding him just the way he likes.

"H-Hah... holy f-fuck, you're so fucking wet... So tight... A-argh, you damn tease, it feels too good!"

You were practically begging for his help, and what kind of hero would he be if he couldn't aid you in your time of need...?~

But the weariness of his body and strained mind is catching up with him...

Hitoshi's vision is bleary as he tries to look up at your beautiful face, only to be met with soulless eyes — Indicative of his quirk being activated... and before he can properly react, you're suddenly slamming down your hips above him like he's never felt before. With ridiculously inhuman speed and precision.

"Y-Y/n! Slow down, h-haaah... S-Shit, what has gotten into you?! Baby please—!"

He's horny as he is panicked. Yet he groans out loud, brows knitted tight and violet tresses tousled when he's throwing his head back at the delicious squeeze. His breath gets caught in his throat as the constricting of his dick fucks with the way he respirates. Oxygen won't reach his blissed out brain when you're choking his cock out, and he isn't aware of the pained, huffy expression he's making then and there beneath you.

"Urgh! Y/n, snap out of i-it— fuck, do you... h-haah... even know what you're doing r-right now?!"

You don't.

N-No, they're partially conscious... they must be, because I-I didn't make the command!

... That's what he tells himself. But when he should've been yanking you off him and checking for your mental status, he can't bring himself to pull out.

To stop.

The way he's fucking up into your perfect body hypnotizes him, eyes trailing from your dumb, oblivious O face down to feast on the sight of those jiggling tits and the way his dick disappears like magic inside your sloppy cunny. You're soaking his pubes with sticky love juice, a ring of cream adorning the base of his thick cock.

This is the first time you'd ever been brainwashed by Hitoshi, and everything is a haze. You're scared for a moment, though your blank expression would never give that away.

Help me... help me... help me... stuck... stuck...

But as his quirk lulls you, your mind melts into a murky void, only thinking selfishly of the pleasure you're feeling when you're abusing your own cervix on his hard tip.

The echoing in your slutted-out brain goes need to cum, need to cum, need to cum, need to cum.

There's sweat beaded on your forehead as your muscles give out all they can to force an orgasm out of you both, and he's close, wailing under you and grunting through gritted teeth when he knows he's prodded right at the opening of your sweet n' needy womb, ready to cum on him. Like reflex, your tongue lolls out of your panting mouth at the sensation.

"Fuck fuck fuck! I can't — argh, god, you're so beautiful, f-fuck you!"

You have no means of freeing yourself, and nor does he as he grapples with the exhaustion, guilt, and pleasure from you bouncing on his dick.

"I-I'm sorry, y/n... 'm j-just so haaah... f-fuckin' sorry! I'm cumming inside you!"

And with the grabbing of your waist and a strained yell, he's shooting ropes of hot semen right into your wanton womb, painting every inch of your insides until his own vision goes white. His hips stutter, and yours stop completely as you cum in unison.

The room is dead silent with impending doom... Hitoshi is given only a moment to catch his breath before you're coming to again and gasping like you'd been born anew. It startles him, eyes frantic all over again when he realizes you are once again conscious.

Shinsou had a lot of explaining to do, for what transpired was absolutely wrong. This was never his intention, never a day in his life did he think he'd ever activate his terrifying quirk on you.

The soreness of your joints and muscles plus your abundantly bred insides pulls a pained moan from you until you collapse on his chest.

"Hey... baby, you good? That was fucked up of me, that should've never happened—"

But he's immediately biting his tongue when your soft breathing tickles his neck, eyes shut as you sleep away peacefully. He can only stare, a weak smile gracing his lips as he comes to accept finality. One hand slides down your back to give your ass a firm squeeze with the last of his energy before he's whispering sweet nothings against you.

"... You can kill me later... Right now, rest with me... we gotta talk about how much of a little freak you are too y'know..."

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toshiuwuu · 2 years ago

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⤷⠀˖ Pretty Girl⠀⁺. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Masterlist

₊˚୭ paring: neteyam x reader x lo’ak

₊˚୭ summary: how you, neteyam, and lo’ak became met as kids and became friends and they may or may not have developed an innocent crush on you <3 // this is their version of Young Love.

₊˚୭ authors note: Aeytemey(20) , Zawtxsu(8) , Reader(6) , Lo’ak(7) , Neteyam (8). Let me know if you guys would like a part two! I might be able to come up with something ~ // also I apologize if you find the hand feeding thing weird but I’m not gonna take it out because it’s not meant to be sexual- that’s all you if you think that, it’s just an act of love and care.

₊˚୭ na’vi words: tsmuke - sister , nantang - viperwolf

“Oh, bro! Your brother’s class tomorrow is gonna be so hard I already know” Neteyam groaned in annoyance to Zawtxsu who was the younger brother of Aeytemey, a young well-respected warrior who often taught the younger kids combat skills. “Yeah…It’s because Lo’ak kept making everyone laugh! and Aeytemey is very serious when he’s got his teachers mode on…it’s almost scary how different he is.”

“Come on bro, I wasn’t even doing anything on purpose! I really didn’t know how you were supposed to hold the spear! It was so heavy- I almost flew with the dang thing!” Lo’ak shouted from behind while jogging to catch up with the two older boys. “You were holding it too close up top, when you hold the spear you have to hold your right hand 3 inches from the bottom and your left 6 inches from the point.” Zawtxsu explained to Lo’ak showing him the correct way while pointing to the spear in his hand.

“Well, your brother is the teacher! Of course, you would know that” Lo’ak argued back with his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “Brother, even I knew that…You were just not paying attention” Neteyam piped in, chuckling at his brother while shaking his head. “... well…Whatever…I’m hungry” Lo’ak huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest as he tried changing the subject.

“How about you guys come to my home? We can all hang out and wait till Aeytemey gets back, he told me he was going out to pick some fruit!” Zawtxsu said that was quickly followed by a “yes! I’m starving!” and “sure, If it's not a bother”. And with that, the three boys raced to the home. Once they had reached the boy’s home they all sat on the wooden stools and made conversation to keep each other occupied till the older brother got back.

“Kaltxì Neteyam, Lo’ak. I didn’t know you guys were coming over” Aeytemey announced walking in with a basket full of fruit held on his side as he greeted the unexpected guest and looks at his younger brother with a raised eyebrow and a playful glare. “They were hungry! And you told me you were going to pick fruit so…I invited them over haha…is that okay?” Zawtxsu smiled sheepishly with his ears lowering in embarrassment.

“Well it’s a little bit of short notice don't you think? It’s fine though, you boys are welcome anytime. You guys are lucky I picked some extra fruit” Aeytemey smiled ruffling his brother's hair before walking to the other side of the home sitting down on a woven mat and placing the basket of fruit in front of him. “(Y/N)! Do you want to help me prepare the fruit?” he called out while beginning to pull all the fruit out.

“Who is (Y/N)?” Neteyem asked and turned his attention to his friend, confused. “Did your brother finally get a mate?” Lo’ak interrupted, also bringing his attention to the boy. “What? No! (Y/N) is my little sister!... You guys knew we had a sister right?” Zawtxsu said, looking just as confused as his friends were.

They all stared at each other in silence before a voice caught their attention pulling their eyes in the direction where the door was. “Sure! But I want to show Zaw the feather we found!” a young girl said while walking in and ran up to Zawtxsu shoving the feather she had found in his face, He laughed and grabbed the younger girl's hand pulling it away so he could get a better look. The feather was a rich blue color and faded to black at the tip with some white stripes on the edges. “Wow, tsmuke! It’s very pretty, where did you find it?”

Neteyam and Lo’ak watched the girl as she walked in with curious eyes. ‘Wow she's pretty’ they thought at the same time while both their tails swung behind them eagerly. Zawtxu gave a glance to his friends and took a mental note before looking back at his younger sister.

“I and Aey found it when we were picking the fruit! It was under the leaves!” She spoke excitedly while pulling her hand back and admiring the feather. “Do you want me to put it in your hair?” Zawtxu asked, the girl immediately nodded her head yes and took a spot between his legs, back facing him so that he could braid the feather into her hair.

As she sat down handing the feather to her brother she looked forward and was greeted by two unfamiliar boys staring down at her. “I’m sorry! I didn’t see you guys there. Kaltxì” She said, giving the boys a bright smile while waving to them with both hands. They returned a smile and waved back saying hello. “I’m (Y/N)! What is your guy's name?!”

Lo’ak, unbeknownst to him, started blushing as he stared more at the girl sitting in front of him, looking up at him with her doe eyes and an adorable smile that caused the corner of her eyes to crease. His tail behind him began to sway more as he introduced himself. “I’m Lo’ak…It’s nice to meet you,” He said slowly, his eyes drifting away from her, up and made eye contact with Zawtxsu who had been staring at him the whole time. Lo’ak quickly cleared his throat and turned away.

“I’m Neteyam, it’s nice to meet you (Y/N)! I hope we can become friends in the future” Neteyam smiled shyly at the girl. “The feather looks beautiful in your hair by the way,” he said while scratching the back of his head. The girl's cheeks slowly turned purple as she covered her face trying to hide the blush. “Thank you Neteyam! I think the beads in your hair are pretty!”

“Really? Oh uhm, thank you!-“ “I’m finished, now go help Aey” Zawtxsu cut the boy off and patted her head while helping her get up. She said a quiet thank you and ran to where the eldest brother was cutting up the fruit and sat down next to him. Neteyam and Lo’ak’s eyes followed her figure as she walked away.

“Can you guys not stare at my little sister like that? She’s off limits.” Zawtxsu said sternly with a slight glare as he watched his friends make googly eyes at his sister. “Wh-what? What are you talking about?” Neteyam stuttered, pulling his eyes away from the girl. “We weren’t looking at your sister..pfft…” Lo’ak replied while looking at his friend and rolling his eyes.

“Your tails have been wagging like baby nantang when seeing fresh meat.” Zawtxsu said with a deadpan expression. “Just stop it, it’s weirding me out, bro”

Finally (Y/N) and Aeytemey finished washing and cutting the fruit and it was time to eat. Everyone gathered around sitting in a circle with a plate in each of their laps, Neteyam sat next to (Y/N) and Aeytemey while Lo’ak and Zawtxsu sat in front of the three.

They all made small talk with each other, talking about their day and what they did, (Y/N) told the boys about when she went to the designer and learned how to weave a top piece, she went on about how she was going to design it with different feathers and pretty sparkly beads, all the boys just listened to her talk. Lo’ak and Neteyam especially as they listened to every word, watching how her eyes lit up when she talked about something she was excited about.

While (Y/N) listened to Aeytemey lecturing Zawtxsu about how he holds a bow and Lo’ak laughing at him, she could feel eyes staring at her. She turned to the side, looking up, and met eyes with Neteyam, when she followed where his gaze was, it was on the yovo fruit that was on her plate.

“You like Yovo fruit too? They are my favorite but my brothers don’t like them that's why we only get one” the girl spoke to the older boy, blush filled his cheeks as he got caught staring. “Oh! Uhm..no-“ but before he could finish Lo’ak butted in. “Stop lying, bro! Yovo fruit are his favorite!” Lo’ak said while snickering.

(Y/N)’s ears twitched up at the news and smiled grabbing a piece of the fruit before holding it up to Neteyam. “Here! Have some!” Neteyam lifted his hand from his lap and went to grab the fruit out of the girl's small hands but before he could grab it she pulled back her hand with a confused expression.

“What are you doing? I’m trying to feed it to you!” She exclaimed and moved her hand up closer to the boy's mouth.

He gets taken back by her forwardness but realizes she probably didn’t understand how it was a little weird to hand feed him like how she usually did with her brothers, so he slowly leans in and takes the fruit in his mouth, a smile on his lips when he pulled back tasting the flavor on his tongue. Lo’ak was right, they were definitely his favorite.

Lo’ak watched with wide eyes, not expecting (Y/N) to feed him the fruit, hes stares in jealousy wishing that it was him who you fed the fruit to. “I like Yovo fruit too! (Y/N) they are my favorite too!” Neteyam looked over at his brother confused, Lo’ak hated yovo fruit…what was he talking about? “Lo’ak you said you hate-“

“Here! I have plenty to share!” The girl reached over holding the fruit up to the boy's lips, Lo’ak stared at the fruit in slight disgust but took it into his mouth chewed it quickly, and swallowed with a forced smile. “mmm m-my favorite!”

Aeytemey laughed to himself holding a cup of juice to the poor boy. “Here you look thirsty,” he said, giving Lo’ak a wink. Lo’ak silently thanked him and drank the whole cup trying to get rid of the horrid flavor in his mouth. “That’s what you get” Zawtxsu muttered under his breath while rolling his eyes at his friends.

“Oh! I have something!” (Y/N) said and abruptly stood up and rushed to her hammock, where there was a small chest underneath. She pulled it out and started digging through it, tossing some toys and clothes that had been in there. Neteyam and Lo’ak looked to the other set of brothers for an explanation but they just shrugged their shoulders and continued to eat. “Found it!” The girl shouted and ran back to the group who were still sitting down with something in her hand.

“I want all of us to be friends! So I made these special beads that you can put in your hair! They are the same as mine!” She said holding her hands out, Aeytemey cleared his throat and gave her a knowing look, telling her to be polite. “Only if you guys want to!..” she said looking down shyly. Aeytemey nodded his head in approval and patted her leg.

Neteyam and Lo’ak sat up and leaned over to look at the beads she held, they were small yellow beads with a design carved into them. “I would love one thank you (Y/N)!” “I’ll take one!” The brothers shouted while picking one out and holding it in their hands. “Yay, we can all match together now! Even Zawtxsu has one too!”

The boys look to their friend who had a grin on his face holding one of his braids and shaking it as if saying ‘you thought you were special huh?’

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toshiuwuu · 2 years ago

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Little Soldier Boy

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, injury, established relationship, teasing, flirting, purring, growling, tail shenanigans, cuddles, size difference, injured!Neteyam, human!Reader

Word count: 1k

Ao3

A/N: Neteyam is a pretty tough guy but sometimes he really needs to think of himself more.

You knew he had a mission today. Not a dangerous one but that didn't stop you from pacing back and forth in your room, waiting to hear how it went. But you knew you were needed here. As one of the few humans that the Na'vi actually got along with, and one of the same age as Neteyam and therefore part of the friend group, you knew that they'd all be more worried if you were out there.

A dead medic is of no use to anyone. Besides you only handled severe cases in times of emergency, and you were still learning.

Still it was getting so late... maybe you should go and check things out in the hideout. Usually Spider would have come back by now, unless... something was really wrong.

You were already scared from imagining terrible scenarios, the knock on your bedroom window made you jump and shriek in alarm. You turned to the source of the sound to see Neteyam smiling and waiving at you. With a pretty bad but on his chest and shoulder.

"Neteyem!" You took a deep breath and held it long enough to open the window and for him to slip inside.

"Hey love, and how's my favorite doctor tonight?" He stood to full height and tilted his head to the side, smiling like he wasn't bleeding on half of his body. You pressed your lips tight together and walked behind him to tug on his tail, "Ow! That hurts!" He jumped around to look at you, growling in defense.

"And the gash on your chest and shoulder don't?!" You pointed to the floor where there were now fresh drops of blood. "Sit down and let me look at you before I decide to break up."

He gasped dramatically putting his good hand over the good side of his chest, "Over a little scratch? And here I was, ready to ask you on a romantic date under the stars." He blew you a little playful kiss.

Neteyam never let you fall when you flew with him. He always had you in front of him, with both his arms secure at your sides. Which meant that he could not do so right now. Not that you doubted he would still keep you safe, even now, you knew he'd give his life for you with no hesitation. It was honestly what scared you the most and drove you to learn faster.

"Not with those cuts you aren't. Why didn't you go back to get them patched up? Your mom's gonna kill you when she finds out, you know that right?" You walked over to get your medical kit and motioned for him to take a seat on your bed. You're gonna have to ask for a bigger one if Neteyam keeps growing at this rate, he's already quite a bit taller then you despite being the same age.

"She won't. I've listened to enough stories about her and dad. She'll understand. I just really wanted to see my mate, my family will understand." He took your hand in his and brought it to his lips before you could start cleaning his wound, "I missed you."

Your heart melted at his show of affection. He always did it, and your heart always reacted the same. It was dumb really, it was just a kiss on the back of your hand yet it made you swoon for him, made you forget your anger.

"I missed you too. What happened anyway? I thought it was a scouting mission today." You focused back on disinfecting his wound. Neteyam hissed when the sharp sting of alcohol hit him.

"It was. We had trouble on the way back. Got in too close to one solder and he got a few lucky slashes in me. They're not that deep though. You should see him." No, you actually didn't want to. You could tell by Neteyam's cocky attitude that he was the victor of the fight.

"You should have went back with the others. There might have been more soldiers around." He rolled his eyes, muscles twitching as you started sowing up the cut.

"I could yeah. And then I wouldn't see you until morning. Gah! Hey, are actually trying to hurt me now?" He hissed in pain, willing himself to hold still for you.

"You big baby." You smiled at him and kissed the area of his shoulder just above the cut.

His eyes widened, a smile pulling on his lips. He let you work, watching you the whole while, his smile never fading. From the corner of your eyes you could see his tail lightly tapping along on the bed, his leg propped up on the edge.

As finished your work in silence, only occasionally interrupted by Neteyam kissing your knuckles he suddenly gasped again, "Shit! Ah, I just remembered, I have one more injury you need to look at." He seemed genuinely alarmed, which in turn made you alarmed. You didn't see any other places he was bleeding from. It wasn't an internal one was it? Just before you went into full panic mode Neteyam laughed and pulled you into him, topping across the bed, "This cut on my lip."

Narrowing your eyes you could indeed see a small cut the corner of his upper lip, "You! You big jerk!" You slapped his good shoulder, trying to squirm away from his embrace but his hold was as strong as ever, "I thought there was something really wrong."

"There is." He cupped your cheek, or rather the side of your whole face, "It hurts because you haven't kissed it yet." He whispered, following it up with a deep purr.

Your face softened from his words, getting a little hotter then moments before. Well he still had his sense of humor, so he probably wasn't gonna die of his injuries if he spend the night here. Although you're gonna have a lot of explaining to do to his mom and dad in the morning. Not to mention the endless barrage of teasing that will follow from his siblings and Spider.

"As a doctor I can't leave any injury untreated, no matter how small." Neteyam purred again, louder this time, not even stopping when he felt your warm, soft lips upon his. "Hm, worse then I thought."

"Then you better keep up the treatment." He locked his arms around your smaller body and dove forward into the second of what was to be many kisses of the night.

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toshiuwuu · 2 years ago

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Neteyam - Reacting to your death

Hey y'all, how y'all doing 😟? It's been a year since I published something but I am in my avatar era. I will post an announcement about where I've been, but enjoy(?) this heavy angsty.

Summary —> You're on your last breath, and Neteyam has a hard time accepting it.

Pairing: neteyamsully x !reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 1024

Warnings: blood/angst/mentions of a g*n/sad neteyam

DON’T REPOST MY WORK

Sharp pain was all you could feel when you jumped down the ship. It was that short moment of pushing Neteyam before you to minimize exposure that the realization hit you; you followed after him without thinking twice about the consequences, yet again.

Your ears rang in the otherwise silent ocean, like the water completely separated itself from the unnatural, unnecessary and foreign violence happening in the surface. A sigh of relief, contentment, serenity, until you're resurfucing again - or rather, struggling to.

"Fuck," you sputter, feeling a strange loss.

Lo'ak shouts after you to hurry up, but you can't, and it frustrates you. You hate falling behind, no matter how dire the injury is. "You sxkawng," gasping and trying to hold onto something, crimson surrounds you. "I'm shot."

Everyone stills.

Neteyam's head whips around with nothing but pure, unadulterated horror. His eyes fall on your pained face, then the bullet wound on your chest. You can see dark shadows casting over his face, the tremor of his hands, the slowing of his breath - all working together to keep his gears turning you assume. He quickly swims forward. "Quick, the Ilu."

You feel yourself being held around your body - suddenly, warmth feels like an unfamiliar concept. When had you become so cold to the outside world? When had you closed yourself off that warmth was foreign?

Though in odd, you fashion, you're not panicking. You're just lying there, gazing at the sky and letting chaos erupt around you. Sounds are muffled, and you don't know what's happening but you can only assume they're taking you to land.

The sky looks uncharacteristically blue - against all odds you've found yourself in. Eywa is in mourning.

Maybe it's because you cannot fathom that you, your own life, cannot end. You feared losing loved ones, but never feared nor thought about dying. It's not like you were immortal of course, one day you were going to leave the physical world and join the all mother amongst your family.

You just didn't think it would happen this soon. And you still think against it - you think against it when Mr Sully lays you down on cold rock, when he turns you over to inspect something, and when he looks at you with a faraway look.

"Dad," Neteyam chokes out.

Everything hurts and you start struggling to breath. Light headed, that's when you stop thinking all together.

"Am I-" you gasp for air, surprised that you, out of all people, is struggling to speak. You were quite chatty, at least that's what they told you. "Am I, dying?"

"No!" yells Neteyam, he's cupping your head with his palm, not letting your head touch the cold surface. "You're not dying, ____!"

He's sobbing, and you look around the faces of the people you consider loved ones. Lo'ak is wide eyed, staring at your probably paled face. He looks in utter agony and...confusion? Mr. Sully is crying, this is the first time you have seen him cry - be so vulnerable. He was Toruk Makto, so he'd always dismiss you with a nod, sometimes crack a joke here and there but stay stern all the while. He was clutching your hand, his own shaking. Kiri was just now arriving at the little land formation, and the look of her horror on her face brings tears to your eyes. You were dying - no. You were dead, it was final.

You try to calm your breathing, an obscene contrast to the gushing blood on your chest. You couldn't speak, but you could feel. And you were feeling the love of the people around you - and with the intensity of it, you deemed it a worthy way to go.

Neteyam however, was cluthing on your hand, hard. "You are not leaving me ____....Dad!" he sobs, a wretched sound breaking through his chest as he doubles over your body and shudders. "Do something!"

He's yelling, screeching even. His dad looks in anguish at his son's state, or perhaps because he feels utterly helpless at saving you.

"It's okay, Neteyam." you say softly, in a very wispy voice; "You're going to be okay."

You smile, and he screams, trashing and hugging your body to his chest. You try to push him away, but to no avail. Your limbs have fallen weak, you have already accepted the pain. "No!" he screams again, chest reverbeting against your deflating form.

"No, no, no, no!"

Mr Sully grabs ahold of his son and softly pulls him back, seperating him from you, "Son, please," his voice sounds broken.

Lo'ak is silent beside you, head held down, shuddering. Warm droplets are hitting your arm, and you can only guess it's tears. Kiri is on her knees, begging To Great Mother.

But you know it's final. And you don't feel too sad about it. You'd get to be with your parents, and Eywa, and all that. You'd be happy, you know you would be.

"____! No, I have to tell-" Neteyam gasps, trashing in his fathers hold. "I love you, I see you. Please,"

You're eyes have finally glazed over, you're gone.

You hadn't heard, and that only breaks Neteyam more. He screams in agony, clawing at your body, shaking you so, somehow, miraculously, you would open your eyes, tell him you love him and that you wan't to spend the rest of your life with him.

But there is no, "rest”. This was it for you, this was your life. When you had told him that you wanted to spend your life exploring Pandora, this was the extent. You would never have that, you will never be able to fulfill your dream because this day was the entirety of your future and present.

Neteyam is helpless. He had somehow escaped his fathers hold and was hugging your lifeless body close to his. Shrieks were ripping from his throat, desperately trying to transfer some sort of energy into your limbs. He could feel his mother's warmth surround him, a weak force pulling him back. "Please, don't. Let me hold her."

He sounded so broken, empty, purposeless that his mother and father break down as well.

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toshiuwuu · 2 years ago

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Both…

Neteyam (19) x Metkayina fem reader (18) x Lo’ak(18)

All other characters are aged up as well

🔞Minors do not interact🔞

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSEEEE, p in v, slight degrading kink, praise kink,oral, creampie, CNC (kinda), threesome.

You and your new found friend group sit in a circle on the beach. Ever since the sully’s came to the Metkayina clan for sanctuary, it's been nothing but fun. Teaching them your ways, and getting to know them has made you guys closer. Some closer than others, however. You had a thing for Neteyam when the sully’s first got here. He was the one you mainly trained, which caused you two to become closer than ever. He was a great friend, but you couldn't deny the way you felt about him. However, things took a turn when you trained lo’ak the day that Neteyam was sick. Lo’ak was funny, you liked that he made you laugh. He was kinda flirty too which made your stomach flutter every time he spoke to you. You slowly started to realize that you had a thing for both brothers, which was not good. You secretly fantasized about Lo’ak and Neteyam pinning you down as they took turns. The thought of that made your stomach drop and your heart skip a beat.

“Hey y/n? It's your turn! Who’d you rather?” Rotxo asked as he waited for you to answer. You were never really into games like this, because they always lead to something more.

“Ok, out of who?” you ask Rotxo as you scan the group.

“Ummm Kiri or Aonung?” Rotxo asked as the group let out a laugh in unison. You look at Kiri up and down as you lick your lips.

“Mmm Kiri all the way.” you fake moan as you bite your lip. Kiri crawled over to you seductively. When she reached you, she gave you a small peck on the lips. Then leaned down to your ear.

“That's what I thought..” she whispers in your ear before you both burst out laughing. She falls into your lap and you catch her, still laughing.

“Are you fucking serious?” Aunong shouts, causing the group to erupt with laughter. Neteyam palms Aunong’s shoulder as he shakes his head.

“Maybe next time, bro!” Lo’ak laughs at Aunong, holding his stomach.

“Yeah right! That was a silly one, let me ask you something a little more serious.” Tsireya glares at you with a grin.

“Fine, give me your best shot!” you say through a chuckle, still holding Kiri in your arms. Tsireya scanned the group as she searched for the next 2 people. She stopped suddenly, and looked at you.

“Neteyam…….or Lo’ak.” she says, making the entire group go radio silent. You look up at both of the boy’s as they silently await your answer. You look back at Tsireya, and grin. You look at the two boys again, but this time with lust.

“Both…” you smile sarcastically.

“OOOHHHH SHITTTTTT '' Rotxo shouts with his fist covering his mouth, hitting Aonung with his free hand. Aonung’s jaw was on the ground, as he snapped his head towards Neteyam. Neteyam and Lo’ak were too busy talking to each other through eye contact. They both grinned, nodded their heads at each other, and glared back at you. The way they were eyeing you up and down made your body hot. It was just a game, but you weren't kidding with your answer.

“Hey! Wrap it up kids, it's almost eclipse!” you hear Jake shout from behind.

“Ughh, we gotta go.” Kiri sighed as she got up out of your arms. Neteyam and Lo’ak got up swiftly to walk back to their families tent. Neteyam winked at you before walking away. Lo’ak bent down behind you, and kissed your neck making your breathing hitch.

“I will see you soon, y/n. '' he whispers in your ear before pulling away, walking off behind Neteyam. Tsireya cups her mouth with a surprised gasp.

‘I think you just got yourself into some shit, girl.”

A couple hours later, you were back at your own hut. You were taking your weapons off, about to get ready for bed before Lo’ak came rushing in. He was breathing heavily, and he looked to be in distress.

‘What happened?” you asked, concerned as you rushed over to him.

“It's Neteyam, he’s hurt, in the forest, WE GOTTA GO.” he growls as he grabs your arm and pulls you out of the hut. He is practically dragging you into the forest.

“Why didn't you get your dad? what am I going to do?” you shout as he pulls you deeper into the forest. He completely ignores you, as you both come to a stop in the middle of the forest. You look around slowly, and then back up at lo’ak.

“Where is Neteyam?” you ask as you shake out of his grasp, backing up a little. Lo’ak shifts his attention to the tree behind him, and whistles. Outcomes Neteyam, perfectly fine. He stopped next to Lo’ak with his arms crossed. He shoots you a glare, with a dark grin. Lo’ak is palming himself through his loincloth, as he tilts his head at you, mouth agape. Your eyes shift between the two, as you back up a little more. In turn, they move closer.

“What is going on?” you ask nervously, as your eyes frantically shift between the two boys.

“I'm hurting, help me.” Neteyam points at his huge bulge threatening to break through his loincloth. The response made Lo’ak laugh before he went straight faced again.

“Yeah, me too.” Lo’ak adds as he undresses you with his eyes.

“No,no,no please…I was joking earlier.” you whine as you slowly back up again with your hand extended to maintain space between you and the boy’s.

“You can't joke like that, y/n.” Neteyam says through a clenched jaw as he walks closer to you.

“Yeah, you got me rilled the fuck up now.” Lo’ak continued as he started making his way behind you. You try to beat him to the punch, but he already had you in a headlock from behind. He pushes his bulge into your ass as he throws his head back at the friction. You tried to get out of his grip when you felt his cock poking your backside, but his hold was too strong.

‘Don't be like that, y/n. You know you want this.” Lo’ak whispers in your ear before kissing it. You accidentally moan at the feeling.

“Thats what the fuck im talking about!” Lo’ak groans as he smacks your ass, causing you to yelp in pain.

Neteyam was now towering over your small frame, as he watched you squirm in his brother's arms.

“Please…” you plead with Neteyam, tears threatening to leave your eyes. He smirks, and slowly starts to untie his loincloth, letting it drop to the ground. You both look down in unison as his cock is now laying across your entire torso, tip touching the bottom of your breasts. You look back up at him with fear planted across your face.

“Oh fuck…” you screech in panic, as he smirks at you.

“Oh fuck is right.” Neteyam laughs, still staring at you as he gives Lo’ak a high five.

“Put her on all fours.” Neteyam commands as Lo’ak immediately pushes you down into the position. You whimper at the force he uses. Lo’ak rips your loincloth off, and then his. He slowly massages your clit with the tip of his cock. You immediately moan out, and bite your lip at the sensation.

‘I know you want this, you don't have to pretend.” Lo’ak whispers in your ear, making your body shiver. Neteyam bends down in front of you, and jerks his cock in the direction of your mouth. You stare at it with huge eyes, before looking back up at him. He smirks at you before grabbing your head with both hands. He looks at Lo’ak who is still massaging your clit.

“Same time?” Neteyam asks Lo’ak, who is still playing with your swollen cunt.

“Fuck yeah, bro” he lets out a laugh before gripping your hips tightly, lining his cock up to your cunt. Your eyes widen as you finally understand what they mean.

“1…2…3” with the last number they both plunge into you, Making you feel fuller than you ever have. All 3 of you moan at the sensation. Your eyes roll back as they both start moving.

“Fuck,y/n! You’re already clenching around me, huh?” he asks as he palms the back of your neck. His thrusts were fast and hard, pushing your mouth further onto Neteyam’s throbbing cock. He was all the way down your throat, causing you to gag at the feeling. Tears started to fill your eyes, as you opened your mouth wider to take more of him.

“Shittt, you like my cock in your mouth, don't you? Such a fucking slut!” he asks as he holds your hair up, throwing his head back in bliss. You hum on him for confirmation, causing him to moan out, staring back down at you with his jaw dropped.

“Such a good girl, y/n! Such a good fucking girl.” he chuckles as he grips your hair tighter. You felt your high slowly approaching from Lo’aks deep thrusts.

“You know, if you wanted to fuck us both, you could’ve said it sooner.” Lo’ak moans as beads of sweat drop from his forehead. Those words alone send you into a spiral. Your eyes roll back once again, as your high approaches. He catches on by the way you clench around him.

“You wanna cum on my dick? Go ahead, let it go, y/n.” he says seductively as he slaps your ass once more, causing you to whine on Neteyams cock.

“Fuck, y/n, say you love us!” Neteyam groans as his high starts to approach as well. He pulls out of your mouth just enough to hear you say those sweet words.

“Mmm fuck, I love you both!” you scream before Neteyam plunges his cock back into your mouth.

The brothers look at eachother, and laugh at the mess you've become.

“Mhmm we love you too, baby!” Lo’ak confesses in your ear, before pulling back up.

“You almost ready, lil bro?” Neteyam asks as he looks down at you choking on his cock.

“Hell yeah, bro.” Lo’ak says through grunts, throwing his head back once more. He sends you deep, slow strokes causing you to shake violently. Your screams sends shock waves through Neteyams entire body, causing him to cum in your mouth. He bites his lip as he lets out a low growl.

“Swallow that shit!'' he shouts through gritted teeth, as he holds you by your hair. You swallow all of it, and show him your tongue for confirmation. Lo’ak’s eyes are closed shut, as he reaches his high. He bites his lip in an attempt to suppress his moans, as he throws his head to the sky.

“Fuck!” he sends you one last stroke causing you to cry out in pleasure. He slowly pulls out of you, making you whine from the emptiness. He holds your hips as he watches his cum leak out of your swollen cunt.

“A fucking masterpiece.” Lo’ak kisses your back before letting you go entirely. You fall face down into the ground beneath you as your legs are completely numb. The boys look at eachother and laugh, giving eachother one more high five. Lo’ak flips you over, as you drift in and out of consciousness.

“y/n, baby wake up, we gotta get you back home.” Neteyam says as he slaps your face gently to wake you up.

“Mhmm, I- i’m tired, Neteyam.” you say with a delirious grin, as you fall back asleep.

The two boys laugh at you again, putting on their loincloths. Lo’ak scoops you up bridal style, and walks out of the forest as Neteyam follows.

‘Bet she’ll never say both again.” Neteyam laughs as Lo’ak shakes his head.

Now listen, I usually just write my stories in the notes app, but I needed to bring out GOOGLE DOCS for this masterpiece. I hope y’all enjoyed it .😎😎

Outtie ❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

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toshiuwuu · 2 years ago

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✦ YOU JEALOUS ?

neteyam x reader x ao'nung

PROMPT ➜ neteyam and y/n had anything but a good relationship, always fighting and bickering over something. but once those lustful eyes and lingering hands started getting noticed, everything changed, but neteyam could possibly have realised everything too late.

TAGS ➜ angst, slight mention of sex, teasing, heavy language

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toshiuwuu · 2 years ago

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Bae ok so I js had an idea🤭

What ab lo'ak coming home after a long day and he's being all needy and touchy towards the reader n ends up saying something like "I need you to sit on my face mama" 🧎🏽‍♀️

Love you!🩷🩷

adult Lo‘ak x female reader, minors dni 🔞

As soon as Lo‘ak had entered through the door of your shared marui, shoulders dropped and tail limblessly dragging over the floor behind him, you knew that he must’ve had a rough day.

He doesn’t even speak when he scoops you into his arms, picks you up and lays you down onto the soft, woven sleeping mat on the other side of the room. His hands roam your body before you could even greet him properly, caressing every inch of skin they could reach, squeezing your soft flesh and worshiping every curve. An attempt to ask him about his day is immediately muffled by his lips against yours, his tongue exploring the familiar warmth and wetness of your mouth and he sighs deeply into the kiss.

It goes on like this for a while, both of you leaving trails of kisses on each others bodies behind, for your hands to follow like the map to a treasure. Lo’ak peels you out of your clothes like you’re a piece of candy and he’s desperate to pop you into his mouth and swirl his tongue around you. But this shouldn’t be about you. Your mate seems so drained from his day, you just want him to lay down and let you do all the work. You know that he deserves this more than you right now.

"I need you to sit on my face, mama", Lo‘ak suddenly says, making you pause midway of untying his loincloth and glance up at him with furrowed brows.

"But I… I wanted to take care of you, Lo‘ak", you say softly, "You seem so tired, just let me—"

"Please, baby, c‘mon", he cuts you off, slowly pulling you up and urging you to straddle his head, "Ride my face, I’ve been thinking about it all day. Was the only thing that helped me through it."

How could you ever deny him a request like that?

The moment your soft folds come in contact with his lips, a downright pornographic groan rumbles through his chest. But once he realizes the tension in your thighs and that you only hover over his face, Lo’ak gives a playful smack to your ass that makes you yelp.

"I said sit."

You swallow thickly. With a silent nod, you do as you’re told, carefully lowering yourself to sit on his face properly and immediately, his tongue darts out to lick a stripe from your dripping entrance up to your clit, where he closes his lips around the little nub of pleasure and sucks.

"Lo’ak", you draw his name out in a long moan, head falling back and eyes fluttering shut.

Between your thighs, you hear him moan at your taste. You fist your hands in his braided hair to anchor him so you can rut against his face, against his nose and those puffy lips, so roughly that you can feel his head moving with the force of your hips. And yet he’s moaning uncontrollably, gasping and groaning your name between slurps and sucks.

Lo‘ak is a voracious pussy eater. Tireless, hungry, eager to please, but most of all responsive, even though he’s nearly smothered under your weight as you ride his face.

"Hmm, fuck that’s it", he groans, voice muffled against your dripping cunt, "Taste s‘good, so wet for me. Want you to cum on my face, baby. Make a mess on me."

His mouth and his tongue work overtime, swirling around your clit, then switching to stick his tongue into you, ignoring his aching jaw to lick up every little drop of your delicious juices, smothering himself and shortening his breath from stuffing his nose into your mound to reach as far into you as he can.

Taking a hand off your hip, he then slips two of his fingers into your soaking wet cunt and curls them just right. Pairing powerful strokes of his hand with long sucks of his mouth, he coaxes you over the edge with such familiarity and such confidence that it takes your breath away. Literally.

You gasp sharply, hands fisting his hair tighter and mindlessly tugging as your thighs snap close around his head. Your orgasm almost takes you out, it makes you shake, your muscles jumping and spasming and making you twitch uncontrollably until it plateaus into complete, white-out inducing bliss. His fingers keep pumping in and out of you through the clamping of your walls, stretching out your orgasm while he kisses and sucks on your clit until you’re slumping forward, your body slowly going limp from the incredible pleasure.

With a gentle tap to your thigh, he signals you to untangle yourself from him, lifting your hips from his face. He’s glistening with your slickness and the sight makes you flustered, cheeks heating up in bright red colors. When Lo‘ak sits up, your eyes immediately fall on the outline of his hard and painfully neglected cock, bulging the fabric of his loincloth. It makes you swallow almost hungrily.

Seeing the way you look at him, Lo‘ak only grins at you, palming himself over the thin cloth before he repositions himself. With a hand flat on your chest he gently lays you down and then kneels right between your thighs. Hooking your legs up high over his shoulders, your eyes widen when he playfully bites down onto the soft inside of your thigh, leaving claiming marks behind. His hot breathe fans over the wet skin of your cunt and you shiver.

"But- But what about you?", you whisper, half lidded eyes carefully observing the way he lowers his head between your thighs once again. He doesn’t even look up at you, his own eyes completely fixed on the way you desperately clench around nothing, dripping arousal like sweet nectar and he licks his lips in anticipation.

"This is about me, baby. Now hush and let me enjoy my favorite meal. I’m fucking starving."

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