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tiredgoodomensfan · 9 days

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Fuck it we ball fanfic time. Gn reader x lars pinfield WOO

Okay WOO lmk if this is shit or ooc or anything, but im pretty happy with how this went :D its a little rushed, might redo it in the future idk. Also i made Y/N bit too much like me (northern) so watch out for that american readers SORRYYY. anwyays enjoy!

I am smart.

No don't laugh, I am, genuinely I am.

Maybe not in the way that others deem important, maybe not in the traditional sense, but I am bright.

Pinfield doesn't think so, the prick.

Every day I come into work, all smiling and welcoming, and what do I get in return? A roll of the eyes if I'm lucky.

Dickhead.

But I don't let him get to me, I love my job. My boss is chill, I love hanging out with Lucky, and the Spenglers seem nice! It's a good gig, really.

I'm the "PR guy" for Ghost Corps. Every time they fuck up and destroy a building or whatever I'm the one who covers it up. I'm a real smooth talker, 'gift of the gab' my mum used to call it.

The team needs me, I know that, they know that. Im crucial to the whole operation, the sole reason why that whiny mayor dude hasnt shut them down.

I'm the one who goes to press interviews, who goes on the radio or on TV. I'm the social media manager, I make videos, and post tweets, fuck I've even started a Ghostbusters youtube account! I deserve a raise honestly. #justiceforY/NthePRguy

I get on with everyone at work except for Pinfield, and I genuinely dont know why.

I've tried getting him to feature in videos, or explain the science of stuff to me so I can actually seem like I know what I'm talking about- but he just brushes me off.

Gary tries to reassure me about this on a daily basis. "Its nothing to do with you Y/N" he smiled one day, putting a hand on my shoulder and guiding me away from the busy scientist. "He doesnt really talk to anyone, he gets really passionate about his work"

"I get that, but there's no need for him to be a dick to me, he's got me thinking all kinds of shit honestly!" I replied, exhasperated "I've never done nowt to him"

Suddenly, Pinfield raised his head from his work, scrunching his eyebrows together. "thats a double negative" he commented, looking at me as if I was stupid. Great, It's the most he's ever spoken to me and its a fucking insult- atleast I think it is.

"you what?" I ask, making my way over to him despite Garys protests. I fold my arms, looking as menacing as i can (which ive been told isn't very menacing at all)

"I said its a double negative, if you've never done nothing then you must've done something" before I can reply, he adds onto the end "which you haven't, by the way. I dont know why you think that. I treat you the same as anyone else"

I can't explain why his answer bothers me so much, but it does. Why does he view me in the same way he views the others? That's hardly fair. I'm always welcoming to him, I make time out of my day to include him in things. I hate to admit it, but I genuinely admire him aswell. His love for all things paranormal, the way he gets so excited and proud when he gets to explain the science of ghost-catching to someone. It's oddly endearing.

I tell him as much (excpet for the stuff about him being endearing, he doenst need his ego inflated any more than it already is)

He looks confused, I've never seen him look like that- its weird. Arrogant? sure. Annoyed? when is he not bffr. Happy? Once or twice. But confused? Weird. This is the guy with all the answers, the smart one.

He thinks for a moment, before seemingly making a desision. He stands up with a small huff of exhasperation, and walks off.

As he goes past me, he grabs my arm, more gently than I thought he was capable of. Okay, i guess im coming too. Fun, roadtrip time.

He takes me out of the lab and down the corridor, into a relatively well lit small room.

"Well this is-" before i can speak properly, he cuts me off. Told you he was a prick.

"I dont understand you Y/N" he blurts out, looking at me, as if I'm some sort of specimin hes studying in the lab.

"Well good." I joke. I dont like the serious tone he's taking. Dont like how aware I am of his gaze. HATE the fact I can feel my cheeks burning. Gross. Pinfield is a dick, we've established this. Why the fuck am I BLUSHING because he's LOOKING at me? Bit embarassing, pull it together Y/LN.

He doenst like this though. He shakes his head, pacing around.

"No Y/N you dont get it. I understand everyone, sort of anyways. I've observed them, I can predict their reactions to things. I know what they're all like- but you're... I just dont understand! You're so happy and nice all the time, but you also get angry at stupid stuff, but never really properly angry? I cant make sense of it, genuinely. You've not done anything wrong, you can't do anything wrong. Thats frustrating too. It's like you're this perfect, beautiful person, and I've been trying to see flaws but I cant-" He rambles, speaking like hes just letting out one stream of constant thoughts. He seems stressed, poor guy.

I interupt him, grabbing his arm. "Hey, c'mon Pinfi- I- Lars. C'mon Lars. I'm not worth the stress mate" I try and reassure him, but that just agitates him more.

"See! That's just it! I've been horrible to you, I admit it. But you've kept trying with me! When I hurt my hand you were the one who bandaged it and put it in a sling"

(i had found him almost blacked out from the pain on the lab floor, even the memory of it sent a shiver down my spine)

"you were the only one that looked for me after we all nearly died fighting Garraka"

("Pinfield? Pinfield!? Oh my god, there you are! Thank fuck you're alright!" Okay maybe this tiny non-crush had been going on longer than i thought... christ)

"I dont like the thought of you hurt..." i muttered, embarrased. this definitely wasnt how i was expecting this conversation to go, fuck my life I was crushing on a nerdy scientist who defintely didn't like me back.

He stopped his pacing and walked over to me until the gap between us was non existant. He slowly, hesitantly, lifted his hand until he cupped my cheek.

"I don't like the thought of you upset because of me" he muttered, his voice low.

My heart completely stopped, my breath caught in my throat, was this happening? how was this happening? i swear this guy was like my mortal enemy not even 5 minutes ago. so many revelations were bieng made today...

I decided to be bold, why not? fuck it, i've got nothing to loose at this point.

I leaned in so our noses just grazed eachother, looking at him, really genuinely looking at him. his soft blue eyes that seemed to peer into my soul. Not pierce through it, like some weird blue eyed fuckers i knew, but looked. gently, tenderly, as if he was looking at everything i ever had been, or would be. like i was something beautiful, something to be treaured.

It made me want to sob at the thought. god, how disgustingly sweet.

"make up for it then" i whispered, the tension so thick i could cut it with a knife.

I'd planned on being the one to make the forst move, but apparently, that was all that Lars needed.

He kissed me. His soft lips pressed against mine, sotfly, tenderly, tentatively.

I could feel the anxiety radiating off of him, so i quickly reciprocated. More eagerly than i owuldve liked- but oh well.

I could feel his hand resting on my waist, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. It all felt so tender, so raw, not at all how i thought it would be.

I felt like a teenager again, and couldnt resist letting out a small giggle, making Lars pull away. He looked confused again, making me laugh once again.

"What?" he aksed, a sort of amused smile on his face.

"Nothing- sorry. Nothing at all. Just thinking of how fuming mums gonna be when i tell her ive got a posho for a boyfriend"

"I am NOT posh!"

"you are a littleee"

"I AM NO- wait- boyfriend?"

"oh shit didnt mean to say that bi-"

he cut me off with another kiss, this one much more confident.

It felt like a million fireworks were going off in my head, oh I could definetly get used to this feeling. This war, sweet, happy feeling. My senses were flooded with everything Lars. His taste, his smell, his touch.

I felt like I was learning to live again.

#AAAA #lars pinfield #james acaster #fanfic #ghostbusters frozen empire #lars pinfield x reader #gn reader #should prolly add more tags but its 2 am im tired #nightnight everyone #lmk what you think

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you-see-something-strange-here · 6 months

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We were robbed of a Halloween episode in Ted Lasso. Imagine them training in costumes! It would be so fun!!

For costumes, I feel like Sam would be a wholesome little bumblebee, complete with the little headband with the antennas. Isaac and Colin would be a fun couples costume.

Bumbercatch would come in a highly specific, niche costume that nobody understands but everybody just pretends to know to not hurt his feelings (the entire episode halloween episode would be filled with people trying to understand what it is and at the end it’s incredibly simple)

Jamie would obviously be Roy, and it’s incredibly spot on. Roy would wear the exact same clothes he does everyday but when he’s questioned, he would claim that he’s dressed as a black cat. Beard and Ted would dress up as each other for kicks.

#I know I’m missing people but that’s because I can’t decide on costumes #keeley would be a girlboss but I’m not sure which one lol #lmk what you think #ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #isaac mcadoo #colin hughes #coach beard #moe bumbercatch #sam obisanya

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thinkin-bout-milgram · 6 months

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Double: Initial Thoughts

Hello Milgram community! It's time to talk about Mikoto's second MV, Double! This is pretty fun for me, given that Mikoto is actually the first prisoner whose MV I watched when it came out. I have gotten so much better at theorizing. The old theory is... meh. Ignore it, it was wrong and doesn't really matter.

Though, to be honest, and I think people will agree here -- I don't feel like Double actually gave us much to work with. The biggest thing is the confirmation (in my opinion) that there for sure only are two alters, which makes things easier to figure out, not harder. Because of this, these initial thoughts might be a bit less interesting than normal. Still, I'll do my best!

T/W: Murder, toxic work environments, mental health crises, blood

For the sake of this theory, I'll be using @onigiriico's English translation of Mikoto's new audio drama, Neoplasm! Thanks as always for your great work! I'd also like to thank everyone who sent in help with the translations! I'll be using Rochisama's (@barudo's) translation post, which translates all of the Japanese background text in the MV.

Also, as you'll see in the audio drama, Es takes to calling Orekoto John and Bokuto Mikoto. I... will not be doing that. They're called Bokuto and Orekoto to me based on the personal pronouns they use.

Disclaimer: I'm for sure not an expert on DID, so if I say anything wrong/offensive please let me know so I can correct it!

Anyways though, here's what thoughts I do have!

Orekoto's alter developed as a result of stress in Bokuto's life.

This is pretty much straight-up confirmed in the audio drama.

Orekoto: … I think… I might be the person Boku wishes he was. The person who stubbornly stands his ground, who doesn’t cry himself to sleep from stress, who gives people their payback. If I, the “ore” personality, hadn’t been born, I’m sure Boku would have reached his limit and fallen apart.

Based on this, we know that there's some general stressor going on in Bokuto's life, and we know that Orekoto seems like the new alter who developed for the sake of protecting Bokuto. I believe that's what's pictured at the beginning of the MV:

The glass breaking is most likely meant to display the "fracturing" of Mikoto's identity, signifying the creation of the Orekoto alter.

The most obvious stressor in Bokuto's life seems to be work. At the beginning of the MV (0:12-0:18), we see Mikoto's phone with text messages. The text translates as follows:

Chief (7 mins ago) Regarding the first draft you submitted today, I think option B might be the best after all, so can you remake by the morning.

Chief (5 mins ago) Also I forgot to mention, but you also made a lot of mistakes with the one we spoke about earlier, so make sure it’s all fixed too. This one also needs to be ready by morning, so I’ll leave it to you to get everything ready.

It seems like his "Chief," likely the boss of his job, is demanding a lot of work from him, and Bokuto is struggling to keep up with his work. On the whole, it seems like Bokuto is kinda just struggling to cope with living.

You’re overdoing it, you’re already broken

I was having such a hard time, I was trying so hard

That's what Orekoto comes into the picture.

Orekoto killed ??? people.

We don't know how many people he may have killed! The video is... pretty nonspecific about it. There are definitely multiple mannequins that he smashed, which for sure implies multiple.

Based on MeMe, I thought it was only one person, just because it seems like he only hid one body. Based on the new audio drama, I don't think he killed multiple different times, either.

Es: Who did you kill? Orekoto: Just someone who was walking around nearby. Es: … How many did you kill? Orekoto: Can’t remember. I was first born back then, you know. It’s kinda fuzzy.

If the murder happened right around when he was "first born," it would make sense if it's only the one time, right? It's possible that this is meant to refer to a broader time frame and I'm taking "first" too literally here, but I still think it's a definite possibility that he only killed one person.

It's gonna be hard to get a confirmation on that one, since it seems like Bokuto and Orekoto don't know the actual number. Still, we can look at the crime out of context of the body count and try to determine our forgiveness of that.

Neither Bokuto nor Orekoto are coping well with the guilty verdict.

Bokuto is, understandably, distressed. He's aware enough to realize that things have changed and that something must be happening while he's "sleeping," but he still seems to have no idea what's actually happening or who Orekoto is.

Notably, in both MeMe and Double, Bokuto is seen reacting to Orekoto in at least some ways. However, the way it's portrayed, I don't really think that's a lie or feigned innocence in any way. My best guess is that it's just using the visuals of what actually happened while showing Bokuto's distress with not knowing what's happening.

Either way, Bokuto was heading straight for a mental breakdown before accidentally committing ??? murders and getting told he's guilty for it by a weird mystery prison, so it's not surprising at all that he's faring poorly.

As Orekoto hypothesizes in the audio drama, the amount of stress Bokuto is under is actually why we've seen Orekoto fronting so much more now. Orekoto exists to help Bokuto escape from the stress of his day to day life, and given that Milgram has become extremely stressful, Orekoto fronts a lot.

Orekoto isn't doing super well either, though, likely as a result of the toll everything is taking on Bokuto. He exists and did what he did solely to protect Bokuto, so the fact that it's causing Bokuto stress and potentially endangering him definitely isn't something he'd be happy about. The MV focuses on this pretty heavily at the end.

The audio drama tells us that Orekoto is perfectly willing to own up to his guilt and take the blame for what he did. He's very clear about Bokuto not having done anything, though, and insists he has no idea what was going on. He was only dreaming.

I have no idea how the end of MeMe plays into this video.

I interpreted Orekoto handing Bokuto the death card as a moment where Orekoto shows Bokuto his existence and letting him know about the murders, but like I said, I don't really believe Bokuto knows anymore. If that's the case, though, I have NO clue what that scene was supposed to mean. I can't really figure out how to piece Double and MeMe together, and based on how little I feel like I got out of Double, it concerns me to just disregard MeMe-based theories entirely.

That being said...

VERDICT: INNOCENT

Please vote him innocent. For pretty much any reason I can think of, an innocent verdict is better.

Orekoto is right when he says that Milgram clearly instructs us to judge Bokuto specifically; Orekoto isn't a prisoner in regards to restraints or rules, but Bokuto is. If you're judging based on forgiveness, if Bokuto truly didn't know, it's hard not to forgive him, even if he arguably shares guilt.

Mikoto in general is probably more likely to have a further mental breakdown if we keep applying pressure with a guilty verdict, which in turn makes him more likely to lash out in stress again and kill another prisoner. We can't restrain Orekoto, who would likely continue fronting in the face of a guilty verdict, and we already know that his high-stress coping mechanism is killing whoever walks by. It's the safer option to vote innocent.

And then there's the fact that I just, like... want to help him? Genuinely forgive him? I don't want to vote Mikoto guilty. There's no point, and I just disagree with it. I'm pretty firmly in the innocent camp on this one, and based on the votes, it seems like a lot of people agree.

#milgram #ミルグラム #admin venus #mikoto kayano #theory #milgram theory #this is kinda short and doesn't have a lot of insight #my bad but also i got nothing #i'll try to figure out how meme and double connect at some point #saturn and i are also planning on going through a bunch of the hard to read text and making a post about what it says/what we think it says #hopefully soon #lmk what you think #anyways mikoto inno sweep

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haveihitanerve · 13 days

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The Joker Isn't Dead- But Where The Hell Is He????

Jason ground his teeth in frustration. He had been searching Gotham for two weeks now, two! And he still hadn't heard a single word about the stupid clown. Joker. Of course now he disappeared off the face of the earth. Just Jason's luck. He gritted his teeth, hunkering down further against the chimney he was leaning against. “Come on you idiots.” he muttered. He was camped out in front of a common Goonian lair, and was waiting for the two goons that he remembered had once been on the clowns payroll. It wasn't their fault, necessarily, the goons were dished out their jobs and didn't have too much say, but he wasn't going to go easy on them either. They were goons after all. (but, he had made sure these were not the goons that had helped restrain and kill him, because he wanted information and not for the pit to take over and kill them before he got that) Finally, the door creaked open and the two henchmen walked out, chatting and laughing. “Not for long.” Jason thought grimly, following them a distance behind on the rooftops. There was a rule, an agreement between the people of Gotham, the Goons, and the Vigilantes, that no goons were to be harmed off duty- unless of course outside of goon aimed attacks and just regular Gotham activity attacks, and they were not allowed to be attacked within a few miles radius of their headquarters. Jason hated the rule, but he did obey by it. But he didn't wait long. Two steps off of the threshold and he swung from above, knocking the two goons into an alley. “Joker. Start talking.” he growled, pointing the gun at them. “Woah!” One goon startled in surprise, both lifting their hands on impulse. “Easy there Red Hood. Theres rules.” “fuck the rules.” Jason snarled back, lifting the pistol higher. “I aint hurting you yet am i? Start talking.” “bout what exactly?” The second goon asked, and Jason begrudgingly had to admit that he knew this goon. “Hey Bill.” Bill dipped his head. “Whats up Red.” Jason tapped his foot impatiently. “I need info on Joker.” The two goons exchanged looks, but kept their hands raised. “Shi man, Joker? Haven't heard that name in a while.” He laughed, ribbing Bill. Bill chuckled. Jason waved the gun threateningly and they obediently put their hands back up. “We haven't been on Joker’s payroll in a while Hood. No goons have. He ain't hiring.” “what?” Jason asked, caught off guard. “But hes not dead!” he exclaimed, waving the gun in confusion. Neither goon flinched, which just showed how long they had lived in Gotham. “Naw but he probably wishes he were.” Bill joked, nudging his partner. The two howled with laughter. “The fuck does that mean?” Jason demanded. Bill looked at him oddly. “Dintcha hear Hood? Batman beat the Joker half to death after he lost his Robin. Joker’s been a permanent residence at Arkam Hospital since.”

#batfam #red hood #jason todd #batman #good dad bruce wayne?#bill the henchman #um yeah #i had this one thought #of a goon going #'joker wishes he was dead after what the bat did to him'#and then i wrote this #yeah...#lmk what you think

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its-wabby-stuff · 3 months

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Another Donatello drawing. With profile and front facing.

Also Leo…

#character reference #it’s not perfect but haha #disaster twins #leonardo #donatello #don a Tello #prince #uncommon swaps AU #art #wabbyart #digital art #rottmnt #wabbystuffpost #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #lmk what you think #the glasses are a little hard for profile

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thetomorrowshow · 4 months

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pulled over

empires superpowers au masterlist (not up to date)

takes place about a year after the end of ‘poisoned rats’.

cw: mentions of police, past abuse

He’s thinking about going back to school, honestly. He’s not sure what sort of career he’d expected to get with a degree in architecture—hopefully one where he got to plan cool buildings, but that clearly hadn’t worked out too well in his favor. And while he’d still like to do that—his sketchbooks are filled with designs of gothic-inspired houses and improbable city buildings—it’s an unpredictable enough job that he’s not sure what sort of hours it would be or if someone is even hiring.

Not to mention, he has money. He gets a pension from the city (an excessive amount, in his opinion), so he doesn’t really need a second job. Which is why he’s been thinking more about going back to school. More of something to fill his free time, really.

He’s not sure what degree he’d be looking for—computer science? Theatre?—and he’s just scrolling through the course options at ECU when he hears the jingling of keys in the door.

Usually when Jimmy enters the house, he calls for the cats and coos at them both, before planting a kiss on Scott’s cheek on his way to get down the box of Dreamies.

Today, the door shuts without any fanfare. The cats come running anyway, of course, and Scott opens up the tab for the glassblowing major before he registers that Jimmy hasn’t said anything yet.

He looks up. Jimmy is sitting on the floor, holding Norman close to his chest. His shoulders are shaking.

Scott’s up and headed over before he can even think about it. Once he does think, though, he realizes that Jimmy is on the floor and he is standing and with what seems to be a poor emotional state, that could trigger a flashback very easily.

He drops to the floor six or eight feet away from Jimmy, scoots along until he’s close enough to touch. Jimmy doesn’t react except to bury his face into Norman’s side, the cat letting out a quiet mrow? at the action.

“Jimmy? What’s going on?”

Jimmy sighs, and when he pulls away from Norman, his eyes are red. “I—I got pulled over,” he says, his voice cracking. “The left taillight is out, by the way.”

“Oh, baby. . . .” Scott wrings his hands, holds one out. “Good for me to hug you?”

Surprisingly, Jimmy nods, then places Norman down on the floor and lunges into Scott’s arms. Scott rocks back onto his heels, unsteady for a moment, before finding his balance and wrapping his arms around Jimmy.

“Did he ticket you?” Scott asks after a moment. Jimmy shakes his head.

“It was just—it was scary. I—I almost had to pull over again, m-my hands were shaking so bad after.”

“It��s okay. It’s okay to be scared.”

“I’m a grown man, Scott.” An angry tear slips from the corner of Jimmy’s eye, his eyebrows drawn in shame. “I shouldn’t be—I can’t be scared of the police. I just saw the—the stupid stick thing on his belt and—and the way he talked—”

“Most people are afraid of cops, dear,” Scott tells him, kissing him lightly on the forehead. “It sucks. Cops suck. I need to give Shelby a call, get her to really push for that reform. . . .”

Jimmy snuggles closer into Scott, awkwardly kicks off his shoes. Norman wraps around Scott’s legs, tilts his head up at the two of them.

“Wanna move to the couch? Your cat’s confused and I bet your knees hurt,” Scott suggests. Jimmy gasps and coos at Norman.

“Aw, hey, pet! I haven’t given you your treat yet, huh?”

Then he blinks. The smile on his face falters for just a moment. It’s quickly pasted back on, and when Scott tries to ask what’s up, he waves him off.

Jimmy stands shakily and slowly, tests his balance before following Norman and Elle to the kitchen. Scott waits until he returns, guides him to the sofa.

“How was work otherwise?” Scott asks.

Jimmy shakes himself. “Um, fine,” he says, leaning his head on Scott’s shoulder. “It’s—I don’t know how to describe it, Scott. It’s still a miracle every day.”

“Just working?”

Jimmy lets out a shaky sigh-laugh. “Yeah. Getting to put my hands in an engine and not have it burst into flame. It’s just . . . I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it.”

The conversation falls into silence then, and Jimmy starts trembling again, so Scott searches for something, anything to say.

“Um, Joel said that you and a couple of friends are hanging out this weekend?”

“Right!” Jimmy brightens. “We’re heading out to that soccer field across from the middle school on the east side? Four or five of us are gonna kick a ball around for a while.”

“Anyone I know?”

Jimmy shrugs. “One of the guys from work, probably. I think fWhip said something about wanting to come? And one of Joel’s friends. Just a group who likes soccer.”

Scott frowns. “I thought Joel and fWhip hated each other.”

“They’re making up so they can team up against you,” Jimmy admits. “With their powers combined and all that.”

“I—what?” Scott sputters. “Is that why Joel was so obnoxious yesterday? He’s actively working with the enemy?”

Jimmy laughs. “fWhip’s not the enemy, he’s a vigilante. And yeah, they want to have a bit of a rivalry with you.”

Well, if anything it’ll be a fun bit of publicity. But Scott won’t take this lying down.

For the rest of the evening, they turn on whatever sitcom is airing and devise ways for Scott to strike back and not be made a fool of.

And when they go to bed, Jimmy’s shoulders have relaxed a bit, and Scott can breathe easier knowing that his boyfriend feels safe.

#empires smp #empires smp fanfic #flower husbands #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #empires superpowers au #esh au #ew police officers #hm hm thinking about how xornoth employed off-duty officers to keep jimmy in line.#hm. just thinking about that #idk if i've brought up jimmy's job so far #if ive not ig that we'll find out!#121223 #lmk what you think #love you guys

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jensensfanfic · 1 year

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could you do a protective ellie one shot? like maybe the reader gets hurt and ellie loses her shit on whoever hurt her? thank for considering !

DRAW YOU, DEFEND YOU, OH, AND I LIKE YOU

pairing: student!ellie x fem!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: fighting (not much), bullying, mentions of a few minor injuries, reader wears glasses, reader has anxiety

a/n: i'm gonna say you're both around 16/17 in this. school systems confuse me everywhere, so just apply that to whatever year group you'd be in. reader is written as being quite shy and quiet in this one! also, i name the a-hole liam :). hope you like it!

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Unsurprisingly, the news that you were the new kid in class had already travelled well, making it through the entire school within a day. The thing that made this bad news was that everyone's eyes were on you. They were probably waiting to see if you were going to be a spitfire, loud mouth who took nobody's crap, or one of the quiet kids: an easy target.

You were the latter. Quiet, introverted, not used to having more than one friend, but very accustomed to eating alone every lunch.

Nobody bothered you much for the first month or so, but then one guy had seen you eating lunch with a teacher, and now you were the subject of nerd jokes.

You had sat with your Maths professor one time to go over some homework. It had taken longer than expected, and you decided to grab a cereal bar from your bag, your tummy begging for it through growls. This tiny choice had deemed you nerd, teacher's pet, and a plethora of other jokes relating to the fact that you wore glasses.

Then, one day, it escalated. One of the self entitled 'popular' guys had taken a seat in front of you at lunch. He started blabbing on, tossing around the nerd jokes, clearly looking for some kind of response that you refused to give. Even if you wanted to tell him to piss off, you never would because the thought of doing so made your heart race.

You were caught up in your own thoughts, his voice sounding as though he were underwater, when he suddenly bangs his hands down onto the table. You flinch, glancing around, seeing that the movement had caused your drink to spill.

"Crap." You mutter, picking it up before it could get onto your clothes.

"Oh, so you have a voice." The guy says, mockingly as he looks over to his friends, who are all laughing. "The freak actually talks."

"I—" Before you can speak, you see a shadow move over the dining table. Looking up, you're surprised to see that it's Ellie Williams.

Ellie wasn't a quiet kid like you, but she also wasn't a nobody either. You'd seen her with a couple of friends, but you'd also seen her alone, smoking on her way to and from school, or sitting in windows with her guitar or a notepad. Ellie was that girl that no one knew too much about, but they were all curious – mostly about her tattoo since she didn't even attempt to hide it on most days.

Ellie was in a few of your classes, one of which she was seated in front of you. You would sometimes find yourself trying to peek over and look at her sketches she doodled during lessons. She was incredibly talented, once or twice you wanted to compliment her, but then your pounding heart would stop you.

She was also really, really hot, but that was a thought you pushed away, for fear that if someone found out, that would be the next thing you'd be singled out for. Plus, it's not like you would ever tell her.

"Hey, Liam." Now, she was standing next to you, notepad tucked under her arm, one hand pressed against the table. "Back off, okay?"

"Williams? The fuck do you want?"

"I want you to leave the girl alone." She glances at you, and you immediately cast your eyes down. "Go fuck with someone else."

Liam scoffs and then goes back to his friends, flipping Ellie off as he walks away.

"Jesus." Ellie refills his seat, plopping down with a grunt. "Sorry about him. He's a dick. Hard to believe he used to be kinda cool. Anyway... Are you good?"

"Uh..." She waits patiently for your answer, and you gather quickly that she's not planning on leaving until she gets one. "Yeah... thanks."

"Cool." She stands again. "See you around."

You mutter a 'bye', but she is already halfway across the dining hall, shooting a glare at Liam's table as she goes.

Over the next few weeks, Ellie comes to your defence several more times. She tells you how sick she is getting hearing Liam and his friends torment you.

"I just... don't really care. If I react, it'll just make it worse. I can handle it." You momentarily realise that Ellie has gotten more words out of you than anyone else since you'd transferred here to Jackson Academy.

"Yeah, well, you shouldn't have to deal with it. Tell 'em to fuck off." Ellie sighs then, loudly. "Hey, you wanna get lunch together today?"

"What, so you can sit there like a bodyguard or something?"

"Maybe." Ellie laughs, grabbing her things, along with your own bag. "Come on."

"Uh, okay..."

—

After you've eaten everything, Ellie pulls out her sketchbook while you tap away at a game on your phone. You watch her squint and twist her head, concentrated on whatever it is she's drawing.

"You know..." You remind yourself that Ellie has called you her friend many times, and she defended you, so she's not going to lash out or anything... you decide to bat the anxiety away for a second. "You're really talented. I've seen a little of what you've drawn here and there and... it's really good."

Ellie's pencil stops, and she looks up at you through her lashes. "Really?" She smiles and then looks up fully. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." You feel the spread of heat on your cheeks and rest your head in your hands in an attempt to hide it. "So, uh, what're you drawing?"

"You." Ellie answers instantly.

You blanch. "What?"

"That's okay?"

"No, it's fine. Just, uh– why me?"

"Your face." Ellie pauses again and drops a pencil into her case, swapping it for a slightly thinner one. "It's interesting."

"Interesting?" You feel a drop in your stomach, you anxiety ridden brain immediately thinking of the worst case scenario - that maybe this was an elaborate plan to mock you and—

"Pretty." Ellie sees the panic and diminishes in a word.

"Huh?"

"I meant you have a pretty face, and I wanted to draw it. Okay?" She chuckles softly, pushing her pencil into her hair bun and then reaching over to touch your arm. "Chill."

"Right... uh–"

"What's going on here, ladies?" You are once again met with the sight of Liam's annoying face. He stands inches away, obnoxiously smacking his lips as he chews on some gum. "Aw, you two pals now? Or..." He wiggles his brows, and then you realise that Ellie's hand is still on yours, and he's looking right at them.

Years of pent-up frustration fill your chest, and you stand suddenly, your chair scraping along the floor and creating an ugly sound that makes you cringe. "Liam, for fuck sake, can you just... leave me the hell alone."

"Ooh, the kitten has claws. Did Williams tell you to–"

"Shut up!" You yell, gaining the attention of a few more students as they look on and listen in. "Just fuck off. Go smoke a joint or jack off with you buddies, whatever the fuck. Just get lost."

You tap Ellie on the shoulder, who raises her brows in question. "Wanna go?"

"Uh, yeah." She gathers her pad and pencils and stands with you, looking a little impressed. "Let's go."

Before you can make even a couple of steps, you trip over something and go tumbling to the ground. Unfortunately, your elbow and chin take most of the fall, but you ignore it for a moment to twist and find the source of what happened.

Liam is standing above you, his foot still frozen mid-air, and he actually looks surprised. For a second, you think maybe he regrets tripping you, but then his friends are all cheering. He looks back and forth between them and then echoes their laughter, but it sounds forced - and you should know, he'd laughed around or in front of you a lot by this point.

"Are you okay?" You hadn't even noticed Ellie kneeling at your side.

You look up at her and nod, but upon seeing your face fully, she switches from concerned to pissed off. She abruptly stands, and you follow her movement until she is nearing Liam. You notice her fist is clenched, and before you can scramble up to stop her, it connects with Liam's face.

She shakes her hand after, flexing her fingers and looking down at where he now sits on the floor. "Asshole."

The next day, you meet Ellie on the bleachers before school. "So, what's the damage? Detention?"

"Yeah, every day for a couple of weeks. But it was worth it."

"Not really. Haven't you had like a perfect record before this."

Ellie nods, and you sigh. "Ellie..."

"What? It's done, I can't take it back."

"Why did you have to hit him?" You gently prod your bruised chin, the dull ache less painful and more annoying.

"Literally, you ask me that question as you flinch and poke around your fat bruise. I fucking hit him because he hurt you."

"Ugh, it's not that bad."

Ellie rolls her eyes. "That's not the point. I don't know if you've noticed, but over the past few weeks, I've gotten kind of attached to you."

"Um..." You frown, not quite believing what you just heard, but something blooms in your stomach, sends a wave of tingles up your arms and legs. "Okay. I... don't know what to say to that."

"It's pretty simple, my oblivious friend. I've had my eye on you since you enrolled in this crappy fuckin' school. Everytime that stupid fuck said something to you I wanted to hit him. And then when you were on the floor and I saw you were hurt... I wanted to rip his face off."

"Jesus, Ellie."

"What can I say? Maybe I have some anger issues. The point is... I finished your drawing."

"What? I-" You're so confused that you laugh. "How does a drawing conclude your point in this conversation?"

"Take a look." Ellie smiles, smug, but with a hint of nervousness. She points to her notebook between you, and you take it. Flipping through the pages, you search for your drawing, and when you find it, you blush right away. "So?"

Your hand glides down the page. Ellie has drawn you with your head resting on your hand during lunch, one hand on your phone. She has even drawn the name of the game you were playing in that moment. Underneath, your name, followed by your name.

'I always thought it was kinda weird to gift someone a drawing of their own face... anyway I like you. Can I buy you dinner sometime? —Ellie :)'

You pluck the pencil from her ear and find a new page. You scribble for a minute or so, and Ellie is impatient, tapping her foot on the metal seats.

When you're done, you turn the sketchbook around. Ellie quickly reads it and then grins.

In big letters you had written, 'YES'.

Then, underneath, in much smaller writing:

'(Also, I think you're really, really hot.)'

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teru!!

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 fanart #mp100 #teruki hanazawa #mob psycho 100 teruki #silly people #i had a lot of fun drawing this #trying out a mew style #kinda #lmk what you think

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Good Boy - Chapter Three (NSFW)

Summary: Neteyam is a petty king, Ao’nung gets back at him with a funishment.

Warning: This is just smut, there is only a plot if you squint. Whoring yourself out for validation is not bueno. But if you do, make sure it’s an Ao’nung who actually cares about you. 😂 There is a lil spit play, masturbation, and some over stimulation as requested from my fans on AO3. With that being said, I’m not gonna say Minors DNI. Because I know you, I was you, just know that they are aged up ADULTS and this is completely consensual.

Chapter Three

After last night, Neteyam struggled the next day accomplishing his daily tasks. Not because they were difficult, but because Ao’nung was starting to look really attractive with every little thing he did. Neteyam hardly recognized how much Ao’nung seemed to make his body react to the slightest things. It just seemed to happen.

Ao’nung straddled his skimwing, and Neteyam caught himself shamelessly watching him. His mouth would go dry as Ao’nung sported the large hickey from their night before. Neteyam had to force himself to not stare, shaking the awful dirty thoughts that instantly filled his brain. His mind had never been this perverse, yet now he wished Ao’nung would toss him or even handle him the way he seemed to handle literally anything else.

“I am so fucked…” Neteyam thought to himself as he forced himself to focus on his own tasks at hand. He sighed softly, his fingers delicately focusing on the basket in his lap. He wanted to look up to see Ao’nung, but he held himself back. He was like some lust-driven pet, it was embarrassing. He would do better.

“‘Teyam.. What are you up to?” Ao’nung called out to him, his shadow blocking the sun, and as much as Neteyam didn’t want to look up. Curiosity killed the cat, Neteyam suddenly felt all of his words get caught in his throat. Ao’nung was dripping wet, his loincloth hanging low with the weight of the water tugging at it, it absolutely was not helping the situation at hand.

They said that satisfaction brought it back, they were right.

Neteyam’s fingers stuttered in their movement, Ao’nung’s hair was out, his hands were up wringing the locks of the water. His muscles flexing as he drained his hair. Neteyam bit his lip at the sight, this wasn’t playing fair at all. He was too distracted. Ao’nung could tell, the smirk on his face said it all.

“Neteyam?”

Neteyam snapped out, “You know exactly what I am up to. What are you doing?” Neteyam pretended he had not just been drooling over Ao’nung’s wet body. He was down bad, he would not let Ao’nung catch him slipping again. “Fix your loincloth, you kind of look like a slut.” Neteyam commented with a huff, getting up and gathering his basket. He turned away, trying to hide the blush creeping on his cheeks

Ao’nung chuckled at his words, the second Neteyam turned away from him, his hands grabbed onto his waist, teasingly pressing his wet body against the other from behind. “How am I the slut, when your mouth was stuffed with my cock last night?” Ao’nung countered. Neteyam tensed, turning around and smacking him with the basket.

Two could absolutely play this game.

“If I recall, you were moaning like a whore.” Neteyam glared, pushing the basket into his hand and walking away, his tail swishing as he left Ao’nung stunned on the beach. Ao’nung was not expecting Neteyam, the sweet golden child perfect son, to insult him like that. Neteyam was more of a brat than he had thought.

Neteyam rushed off the beach because he knew he was wrong, he was the one moaning like whore over some fingers. He needed to get himself together, Ao’nung could not always have the upper hand. He needed to have Ao’nung wrapped around him.

- - -

Neteyam thought he needed to do something special to get Ao’nung wrapped around his fingers, he hadn’t realized he already had so much power over the water na’vi. Until the following day, he had a plan to get Ao’nung back for that messy scene on the beach that had left his mouth wide-open.

“Rotxo, can I join you guys on your hunt today?” Neteyam asked with a smile, Rotxo the unsuspecting fool, eagerly agreed to allow Neteyam to come with them.

Neteyam didn’t know why he felt this need to act out, or why he really wanted to get Ao’nung back and leave him feeling the same way. It was truthfully bad coping, he should have been thinking normally. But Ao’nung really rewired his whole brain. Neteyam usually never took an extra step with his appearance, except today he felt the need to take off his necklace revealing his unmarked neck and adding some waist beads he had been gifted before he left home years ago. He had never worn it; he had found it feminine even with his muscles. But now? He’d wanted to get Ao’nung back and his pettiness was worth more than his pride at the moment.

Neteyam had some pep in his step as he approached the dock, seeing Ao’nung and some friends of his there, it made him eager to act out in front of Ao’nung. He accidentally bumped into Ao’nung, pretending to stumble a bit. “My bad,” Neteyam straightened himself out, Ao’nung looked at him shocked. “W-What are you doing here Neteyam?” Ao’nung asked but his eyes were already on the bare neck and waist beads adorning that petite waist.

“Rotxo invited me to hunt with you guys today, I hope I won’t be a bother,” Neteyam wanted to be a bother, he clapped his hands and called for his Ilu, just as they all took off to go hunt beyond the reef, Neteyam carrying a crossbow with him. Neteyam didn’t look back at Ao’nung, he could feel those eyes on him. Neteyam felt the need to arch his back as he rode his Ilu. The group split ways at some point, Neteyam knew Ao’nung was following him as they approached a cave, Neteyam popping his head up to catch his breath.

His lungs never got used to this.

Neteyam moved to the shallow part of the water, his feet on the ground as he leaned over his Ilu.

“What is going on in that twisted little mind of yours? Already out of breath?” Ao’nung called out just a few steps behind him, his skimwing left behind as his feet were able to hit the sand. His eyes drawn over to Neteyam leaning over the Ilu, admiring the curve of his ass and how it glistened from being wet. Ao’nung couldn’t even hold himself back as he approached Neteyam from behind, grabbing onto his waist and pulling Neteyam’s ass completely against his own hips.

Neteyam tensed, he had wanted to rile up Ao’nung in a teasing way, but he didn’t expect him to get like this so soon. To grab him like this in front of his Ilu, “I just needed to breathe, nothing more, let us go back to hunt.” Neteyam spoke weakly. It was weak because the second those hands were on him he had melted and instantly wanted to fold over for the other.

“No, we both know better than that. You’re trying to get back at me for yesterday, you’re so simple. You’re trying to get even?” Ao’nung was practically purring in his ear, Neteyam’s breathing hitched as he leaned back against the other, freeing his Ilu. Neteyam shook his head, “Not at all. I’m allowed to hunt, and I’m allowed to wear whatever I want. Why do you assume I do these things for your attention? Have you ever thought that you’re friends are pretty attractive?” Neteyam didn’t mean any of those words, but his mouth was just speaking on its own to get him into some trouble. He had never recognized he was quite the brat until Ao’nung was here bringing out this side of him.

Ao’nung did not seem pleased with that response at all, Ao’nung gripped him up, his hand wrapping around his neck, pulling him for a heated kiss that took Neteyam’s breath away. Neteyam’s hips dipped to press against the length hidden beneath the loincloth. He felt a shudder down his spine, the length lodged between his cheeks so Neteyam could feel it as he was pulled into an almost bruising kiss. Ao’nung pulled away with a smirk, admiring how Neteyam seemed to buckle just from the kiss.

Neteyam was just acting out for his attention, which is why Ao’nung didn’t get too riled up about it.

“You don’t need to do this kind of shit to get my attention, I am always entranced by your beauty.” Ao’nung reassured the other, planting kisses on his neck and shoulder, nipping at the skin and suckling on it to return hickey from the other night. Neteyam sighed softly, his hands holding on to Ao’nung’s arms to grab a grip on reality as the kisses drove him over the edge. Hearing that Ao’nung was always paying attention to him was what he needed.

“But I draw the line at you wanting to get with my friends, I don’t share my things.” Ao’nung’s tone darkened, and Neteyam flushed at the idea of being one of Ao’nung’s possessions. Ao’nung seemed to take good care of his things. Neteyam wanted to be his. He looked up at Ao’nung with needy eyes.

“That’s a cute look on you.. But don’t think it’s going to go unpunished.” Neteyam didn’t know if he was nervous or excited at the threat of him getting punished by Ao’nung. He had this strong urge to please Ao'nung. It showed on his face as he leaned against him. Ao’nung’s hands playing with his beads, gently trailing his fingers down his stomach. Neteyam was anticipating more, he wanted more touches from Ao’nung but it didn’t happen. Ao’nung was teasing him.

“Neteyam.. Whatever will I do with you? If I had it my way, I’d lock you in my room like my most prized possession.” Ao’nung was grabbing onto his hips, Neteyam couldn’t hold back the small moan that threatened to escape just from the words. “Nung… I’ll be good.. Just not here.” Neteyam was nervous, they were supposed to be hunting. His friends could come at any moment, and the last thing Neteyam needed was to get caught underneath Ao’nung.

“My Marui tonight.” Was all Ao’nung needed to say, and suddenly Neteyam realized that it was his goal the whole time to get an invitation to more promising things. Neteyam didn’t learn how to ask for what he wanted, he only knew how to act out for it. Ao’nung would work on crafting his spoiled baby, it was beautiful to be able to mold Neteyam into the perfect submissive.

“Yes.. Can we go now.. It’ll look lame if we don’t get any fish.” Neteyam didn’t actually want to leave, but Ao’nung’s friends would be looking for them. Plus, Ao’nung had already invited him to his place for the night. Neteyam had already won, his tail swishing as he called for his Ilu. Neteyam slowly pulled away from Ao’nung who moved to help him onto the Ilu. He didn’t need any help.

Ao’nung was just looking for an excuse to grab onto his ass, adjusting the loincloth, and teasing this tail. The action made Neteyam visibly shudder. “You knew exactly what you were doing, the least you can do is deal with the consequences of your actions.” Ao’nung planted a kiss on his lower back that gave Neteyam goosebumps. Neteyam wasn’t even upset, he had really asked for this. “I mean.. You knew what you were doing yesterday.. Right?” Neteyam asked, a little flustered, to admit he had been so down bad for Ao’nung yesterday.

“Absolutely. But I thought you would have jumped me right there, instead you decided to act like a brat. You know you can always tell me what you want,” Ao’nung kissed his knuckles and Neteyam bit his lip. He could just tell Ao’nung what he wanted? That sounded easier said than done.

Neteyam left first, not wanting to look suspicious if they had left together. The hunt seemed to drag for Neteyam who was ready for this evening.

— - - - -

The hunt was fun, Neteyam despite being half invested brought back the largest fish for them. Neteyam dragged it onto the sand with a small huff, it was heavy but it wasn’t like he couldn’t handle it himself. He just had other things on his mind. Neteyam was going to adjust the large fish in his arms when Ao’nung walked up behind him picking up the fish and throwing it over his shoulder like it was nothing. Neteyam was surprised, “I can carry it myself!” Neteyam immediately felt defensive. “I never said you couldn’t, Neteyam. I believe the correct response is thank you.” Ao’nung retorted walking past him without so much as a second glance.

Neteyam was taken aback by having Ao’nung handle it for him, he wanted to feel offended because he was a man and could do it all himself. Except, Ao’nung wasn’t looking down at him while he carried the fish. He just wanted to do the work for him. Neteyam bit his lip as he was corrected on the best response, he was just used to doing everything himself and not asking for help. He didn’t know or even think he would ever be in this situation.

“Thanks..” Neteyam mumbled quietly, barely audible as he followed behind him. Ao’nung smirked to himself hearing it, he was training Neteyam well. Neteyam had literally no idea what Ao’nung’s thought process was.

- - - -

Once nightfall had hit, Neteyam found himself cutting through the sand to get to Ao’nung’s Marui. Ao’nung had moved out some time ago, Neteyam had never been there but he had always been aware of the location. Neteyam felt flustered as he knocked on the entrance, it was weird. Ao’nung’s place was pretty much on the opposite from where their family stayed. Neteyam imagined that Ao’nung had asked for the furthest away Marui for him to be a man and screw as many people as he could.

That annoyed Neteyam.

“Ao’nung..” Neteyam called out softly, walking into the space and taking a look around, Ao’nung wasn’t there yet. Neteyam felt like he should have left and waited for him outside or something. But there was an overwhelming urge for him to get into Ao’nung’s bed and just be ready for him when he arrived. Neteyam flushed at the thought but decided to look around curiously.

Neteyam caught some pearls in the corner, they were beautiful and looked like they had been sorted, only the prettiest picked from the bunch. “I didn’t imagine him as the collector type..” Neteyam thought to himself, tracing a large seashell, it seemed to sparkle even in the night. Neteyam was mesmerized by it; he wondered if it had been a gift to Ao’nung.

Neteyam was so distracted by his curiosity, he never heard the faint steps that had joined the Marui. Ao’nung was surprisingly organized, or maybe he had just cleaned up for Neteyam. Neteyam admired Ao’nung’s arm band from when they were young, his arm now too thick to fit it from the gain in muscles. Neteyam smiled seeing it up close, despite it being small it would probably fit Neteyam still at this point.

“You really have no sense of self preservation.” Ao’nung was behind him now, scooping him up and tossing him into the bed. Neteyam yelped, shocked that he had immediately felt so comfortable in the others home that he had entirely let his guard down. “You were gone for a while.” Neteyam explained, heart racing from being tossed like he was nothing. He flustered realizing he was in the other's bed now, Ao’nung’s hair freshly out of its braids, it must have been what took him so long.

“I was going to have Tsireya do my hair tonight but it was getting too late and I didn’t want to stand you up, so we will finish in the morning.” Ao’nung watched as Neteyam’s hand clenched his old armband, it brought a playful smirk to his lips and he snatched it from him suddenly. It earned a yelp from Neteyam once again, Neteyam tried to wrestle with him but gave up with just one look into Ao’nung’s eyes. “You like this? I think it’ll fit you quite well..” Ao’nung moved to straddle Neteyam’s hips, holding him down as he grabbed his arm and tied the band around it.

It looked much better on Neteyam.

Or perhaps, Ao’nung really liked the idea of his jewelry claiming Neteyam’s body.

Neteyam couldn’t even move, his one arm pinned down and Ao’nung weighing down his thighs and hips. Neteyam could only try to wriggle out, but Ao’nung wasn’t having any of that. “I want you to have it, it suits you.” Ao’nung gifted it to him and Neteyam shook his head as if to decline the gift.

“You know it’s rude to decline a gift, right? Plus if I recall you’ve got some making up to do to me since you want to get attention from my friends.” Ao’nung reminded him and Neteyam bit his lip, he knew his words were going to get him in trouble. If only he had thought more before he spoke them. “I didn’t say I wanted to- all I was saying was don’t assume I did it for you, it could have been for anybody.” Neteyam tried to explain, but it wasn’t fixing the situation. Ao’nung only seemed more annoyed.

“Which is why, I decided that I want to see a side of you that no one else will ever see.” Ao’nung released him and leaned back on the bed, Neteyam wasn’t sure what to expect but Ao’nung did seem a mixture of frustrated and excited at the same time. “I do not understand you..” Neteyam moved to sit up but Ao’nung’s hands were on his thighs spreading them. Neteyam wanted to squeeze them shut but Ao’nung was strong as he pried them open.

“All I ever want to do is give you the world, and you being stubborn and stuck in your ways, don’t know how to accept it. So I’m just going to have my way with you.” Ao’nung’s words made Neteyam blush instantly, because he wasn’t wrong. Neteyam was making this whole thing more complicated than it was because he didn’t know how to be selfish or spoiled. His mind was torn between wanting to pleasure Ao’nung to get all the praise and love from him. Or, acting out because he didn’t know how to tell him what he wanted.

Neteyam’s loin cloth was ripped cleanly off, Ao’nung tossed it towards some end of the room, leaving Neteyam completely naked besides the beads (he was starting to regret them) and now Ao’nung’s arm cuff. Neteyam moved to cover himself with his hands, feeling shy that he was on display. But Ao’nung was not having it, with one hand he gripped both of his wrists and pinned them over his head. It left Neteyam feeling helpless yet entirely aroused as Ao’nung made him feel so small.

“Nung.. It’s not fair. You get to keep your clothes on and I’m the only one naked.” Neteyam tried to plead with him, but his body liked it. He was almost instantly hard, his nipples perked up at the idea of what was coming next. And his tail? Bouncing around underneath him.

“I’m not the one who’s punished, I told you I’m going to be the only person who sees this side of you.” Ao’nung was whispering in his ear, Neteyam didn’t get it though. “I want you to show me how you play with yourself, make yourself cum without my help and all will be forgiven.” Ao’nung nipped at his ear and Neteyam shivered at the words. It wasn’t an out right command, he could have easily said no he didn’t want to do it. But he did want to do it, he wanted to put on a show for Ao’nung. Neteyam gulped and gave him a reluctant nod, “Okay.. But I need my hands.. And when this is done, you’ll..” Neteyam trailed off, he didn’t know how he wanted to finish the sentence. Praise me? Kiss me? Fuck me? Love me, maybe?

“I’ll give you whatever you want, you’ll be my perfect boy.” Ao’nung promised as he released his wrists. Somehow, being Ao’nung’s perfect boy was just the response he needed to hear.

Neteyam was shy, spreading his legs as wide as he could, revealing his untouched entrance, his cock standing up from excitement. Neteyam’s heart was racing, seeing that Ao’nung was watching him as if he was the best show in the world. Neteyam’s hands slowly worked up his length, it didn’t feel the same as when Ao’nung did it. He was rougher. Neteyam had to close his eyes and imagine it was him touching him. Neteyam jerked himself off at a slow and sensual pace, “Here let me help..” Ao’nung’s words rang and he leaned over his cock spitting on it. Neteyam really liked how almost degrading it was to have Ao’nung spit on him. His hands hiccuped in their motions as the saliva slicked up his length. His hands worked a little faster, thumb teasing at the tip dripping in precum. Neteyam panted, opening his eyes to look at Ao’nung above him.

His free hand moved to pinch and pull at his own nipples, like Ao’nung had done to him. His breathing started to pick up, his nipples sensitive yet it wasn’t enough to draw a moan out of him. Neteyam felt helpless, chasing his orgasm but it wasn’t anywhere near enough for him to cum. He squeezed at his cock, gliding his hand faster, his mouth hanging open in a breathless moan. Ao’nung watched him struggling to not just take over and make Neteyam cum until he saw stars. This was supposed to be a punishment for Neteyam but it felt like one for him really.

“I don’t think that’s enough for you.. You know better than that. I don’t think you’ll ever be able to cum from just your dick again..” Ao’nung emphasized his words by trailing a finger teasingly on the underside of his length, Neteyam moaned there. Completely unfiltered, almost whimpering from the teasing touch. “N-nung please.. Please I can’t..” Neteyam didn’t know what he was begging for, but his hand wouldn’t stop shamelessly stroking himself as he looked up with needy eyes.

“Use your fingers.” Ao’nung’s words weren’t a suggestion this time around, it was almost like a command and Neteyam reluctantly brought his own fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, coating them in saliva and locking eyes with Ao’nung as his tongue slipped out and licked up each digit before swallowing them in his mouth again, he only pulled away when they were dripping wet. It was embarrassing. Ao’nung pushed his thighs further back and Neteyam thought he was going to take over, except he didn’t. Ao’nung spit directly into his twitching hole with a devious look in his eyes. Neteyam whimpered again, “Now.” Ao’nung had a certain dominance in his voice that made Neteyam eagerly comply.

He was embarrassed that his ass had clenched at nothing but the spit sliding inside of him, his fingers reached around, teasingly pressing two digits inside. They slipped in, the stretch was nice but it didn’t hit the spot. Ao’nung’s thick fingers filled him so much more and they hit much deeper than he could reach. Neteyam’s cheeks were flushed red as he started to move his fingers, it was difficult in this position, a soft squelching sound filling the Marui. He never realized how it sounded when it wasn’t drowned out by waves.

“Nung..” Neteyam drew out, moving his fingers faster, he was desperate to cum at this point. He was dripping in precum, yet felt no closer as he tried to push his fingers in deeper. “Please.. Please..” Neteyam’s pride was gone as he fucked himself, his other hand wrapping around his length and teasing the sensitive head. Neteyam tried to stimulate both ends, tears beginning to form in his eyes because he couldn’t cum. No matter how deep he pushed his fingers in, or how fast he thrusted them, he was whining and mewling, chasing an orgasm that wasn’t going to come from himself alone.

“Come on.. I know you can do it. I want you to cum for me, my sweet prince..” Ao’nung spoke softly as if to guide Neteyam, his own cock was begging for some sort of relief as it was outlined behind his loincloth, but he wasn’t going to give himself the release just yet, he needed to watch the master piece before him, he missed no detail. Neteyam’s body arched as he tried to push his fingers deeper. Neteyam was begging for something but Ao’nung wasn’t going to give him what he wanted without him outright asking for it. Neteyam needed to learn a lesson.

“Ao’nung.. Please I can’t- I can’t do it-” Neteyam had even tried lifting his hips up to see if he could hit the right spot, but his body wanted Ao’nung. “Try turning around.” Ao’nung suggested, finally touching Neteyam but only to flip his beautiful prince on his knees. Neteyam’s knees dug into the bed beneath him, his face buried in Ao’nung’s pillow just breathing in his scent while his ass was held high up on display. His tail bouncing around from excitement. Neteyam whimpered at the change of position, his cock hanging heavy between his legs just begging for attention.

“What a perfect little hole..” Ao’nung’s voice was hungry, he pressed a kiss to his entrance, giving a teasing lick and even nipping at it. Neteyam moaned out, burying it in the pillow beneath him. He wanted to cum so bad, he wanted Ao’nung to take over. “Get to work..” Ao’nung spoke to him and Neteyam reached his arm around, his two fingers pressed at his hole again to fuck himself. “That’s a good boy.. Just like that.. Does it feel good?” Ao’nung was speaking to him, it was dirty and belittling. He loved it. “Yes..” Neteyam cried out, his thighs burned and his arms were in pain from the angle but he didn’t stop.

“Cum for me, my sweet prince..” Ao’nung’s words were music in his ear, they drove him over the edge. Neteyam’s length rubbing itself against the bed as he started to rock his hips to the pace of his fingers. He could feel the heat in his stomach just ready to release, “Nung.. It’s too hard.. Please.. I can’t cum..Please help me cum.. Please.” Neteyam was gone, his hands working as fast as they could.

“How do you want me to help you? You need to be more specific.” Ao’nung was too eager to hear Neteyam beg for his help. Neteyam’s hand slowed down and he tossed his head to the side, he looked at Ao’nung with tears running down his face and perhaps the most fucked out expression he had ever seen. Sweat dripped down and mixed with the Neteyam’s drool, his eyes glazed over with lust and chasing an orgasm that never came. “Your fingers.. Your tongue.. Anything please.. Please I’ll do anything for you..” Neteyam’s words were choked up as tried to catch his breath, “Ao’nung.. I can’t cum by myself.. I need you..I want you.. Please.. I’ve been good.” Neteyam was far from here, Ao’nung could tell by the way he spoke.

Aonung looked proud, leaning over Neteyam and kissing the back of his neck, biting it with the intention of marking it. Neteyam moaned out as the teeth sunk into him, his ass and hips moving on their own as he pressed it against Ao’nung’s clothed length. Pleasure the only thing on his mind as he started to rub his ass on the outline, the clothed tip pressing into his entrance causing him to shudder in pleasure at just the thought of being stretched that far. “That’s not my fingers… You know better than that, unless my greedy little prince wants that too..” Ao’nung tried not to groan at the heat that teased the tip of his cock.

Neteyam wanted all of it right now.

Ao’nung’s fingers made its way to Neteyam’s mouth, Neteyam eagerly opened up and welcomed the digits. He sucked and slurped content with being used, his tongue rubbing in between the digits as if his life depended on it. Neteyam was so happy, rubbing himself against Ao’nung drawing out some groans from the man above him. Neteyam made a sound of disappointment when the fingers were removed from his mouth, yet next thing he knew those long fingers were inside of him. Ao’nung was gentle putting them in but the second they were in? Neteyam felt like he had the wind punched out of him by how fast they were thrusted into him.

“Hah- fuck.. Yes.. Yess..” Neteyam cried out, trying to match the fingers speed desperately to cum. The fingers curled and worked themselves expertly inside of him. Neteyam could have never gotten this deep. The moans filled the space, thankfully they were secluded because Neteyam was not quiet at all. “Please.. I’m gonna cum..” Neteyam was already there, Ao’nung was relentless as he hit his sweet spot repeatedly with force. Neteyam’s hands desperately grabbing onto the blanket beneath him trying to maintain some grip of reality, his cock rubbing against the bed didn’t help him. “So soon? That’s a good boy.. Only I can make you cum like this, right?” Ao’nung’s fingers thrusting in and out were a heavenly noise within itself. The noise drowned by Neteyam crying out and moaning his name.

“Only you! Only you! Nung!” Neteyam meant that, only Ao’nung could break him down yet make him feel like he was the most beautiful thing to exist.

Ao’nung’s hands didn’t stop, Neteyam’s words fueling him as he dove his fingers farther and faster even while Neteyam had cum, Neteyam clenched around his fingers and came practically screaming into the pillow as he came all over himself and between the bed. “What a perfect hole.. You came so good.. you got any more left in there?” Ao’nung’s fingers may have slowed down but they kept pumping. His other hand moving to slowly jerk Neteyam’s cock from the bottom up, as if he were milking him for every last drop. Neteyam was whimpering and crying, he looked at Ao’nung face a complete mess. “It’s so much.. It’s too much… Ao’nung I came.. I came for you..” Neteyam was babbling, body on fire and his legs shaking.

“I know.. You looked really pretty while you did it.. Should I give you a treat for that?” Ao’nung asked pulling his fingers out, Neteyam suddenly missing how full he was. Ao’nung pulled his loincloth to the side revealing just how much he had enjoyed Neteyam, his own cock throbbing and begging to be free. Now here it was standing proud for Neteyam, who despite having just been milked for his cum was excited about whatever reward he was going to get.

Ao’nung guided the tip of his cock to Neteyam’s abused entrance, “I think you deserve the tip for that, think you can handle it?” Ao’nung’s hand now holding Neteyam’s hips in place so he couldn’t escape, his other hand still on the soft cock. “Please.. Give it to me..” Neteyam’s voice was broken and on the verge of sobbing as the tip pressed his entrance teasingly, his body trying to clench on whatever he could. The second it actually pressed in, Neteyam felt like he could cum all over again. The throbbing member was nothing compared to those fingers, it was so much better. It was hot and so thick, Neteyam swallowed back a sob as his ass was stretched so nicely, he knew he was only supposed to get the tip but he wanted more, his hips pushing back against it as if he could take the whole thing in one shot.

But Ao’nung held him in place. “Don’t hurt yourself.. You won’t be able to walk.. The time will come for you to take it all.” Ao’nung knew whenever he finally decided to give Neteyam the whole thing, it couldn’t be when they had something else to do the next day. It took a lot of strength to not fuck the day light out Neteyam. The tight heat practically sucking him in as he pulled out, then pushed right back into those tight walls. Neteyam moans buried in the tear stained pillow. Ao’nung could feel Neteyam’s cock starting to wake up again as he rutted against him. Maybe he could give him an inch more, so he did. Neteyam’a body froze at the intruding member, biting down on the pillow from the inch of cock that was given to him. “Hah.. Nung.. Pleasee.. I wanna make you cum. Please..” Neteyam needed to pleasure him right now. It was insane how he was so grateful for just a bit of Ao’nung’s cock, the idea of the full thing destroying him.

“How will you make me cum?” Ao’nung asked over him, his hand grabbing Neteyam’s neck and pulling him up for a breathless kiss. Neteyam sloppily complied, his back hurt from arching it so much. But the angle was heavenly, the hand around his throat brought forth a weird sense of being owned. His eyes nearly rolled back as Ao’nung gave a gentle squeeze, Neteyam forgot he was asked a question. His mouth hung open, drooling. “W-with my mouth.. I wanna swallow..” Neteyam would never say this outside of this room.

Ao’nung seemed very pleased with this, rewarding him with a singular thrust and a few more inches of cock before suddenly his hole was empty. Neteyam gasped, just as quickly as he had been filled it was taken away from him. The little thrust was enough to tell Neteyam that Ao’nung would be the best sex he would ever had.

Ao’nung pulled out of Neteyam with great strength, picking him up like he was nothing more than a doll for his use. He laid back, pulling Neteyam’s thighs over his head, he was underneath Neteyam now. And while he couldn’t see him stuff his face with his cock, he got his second favorite view. Immediately he dove his tongue into Neteyam’s sweet entrance. He thoroughly enjoyed thrusting the wet muscle in and out of him, slurping and tasting as far as he could. He could feel Neteyam’s thighs shaking in between his head as he worked.

Neteyam had already cum once, yet his cock was already dripping once again as he struggled to not rock and roll his hips into Ao’nung’s tongue. “Hah.. Nung.. Can I- pleaseeee..” Neteyam wanted to permission to suck him off, a hard bite at his entrance was like an affirmative yes. Neteyam eagerly got to work, his mouth watering as he took the large cock in his mouth like it was the best gift on Pandora. His eyes falling shut as he sucked and swallowed as much as he could. There was so much going on, Ao’nung was eating him so thoroughly. At one point Neteyam was just moaning with his mouth full forgetting the goal.

“Do you like how you taste?” Ao’nung pulled away just to ask him this and Neteyam could only moan in delight as he bottomed out on the large cock. He couldn’t breathe, and when he did with his nose all he got was Ao’nung’s scent. It turned him on so much, dipping his tongue in the tip licking up the pearls of cum threatening to escape. Ao’nung groaned underneath him, a hand holding him down by his braids while Ao’nung thrusted up into his mouth just fucking his face. Neteyam was seeing stars, feeling so used as Ao’nung moaned into him. Neteyam swallowed as much of his cock as he could. He was so close to cumming again.

“Ma’teyam I’m going to cum..” Ao’nung warned him, that was the last warning he had given him before Ao’nung’s tongue dove right back into him, even sliding in finger to thrust into Neteyam, he couldn’t see his face because his eye were filled with the delicious ass in front of him. But he could feel Neteyam was close, Neteyam’s cock rubbing against his chest while he tried to release himself.

Neteyam was struggling to breathe, thankfully Ao’nung suddenly came spilling deep into his throat, Neteyam choked on the cum but allowed none to go to waste. He swallowed everything with shaking legs, he pulled off breathless and coughing from just how much of the load their was. He was a mess. His hands still worshipping Ao’nung’s cock. Neteyam couldn’t even warn Ao’nung he was going to cum, he just mewled out his name with a whimper as he spilled his seed all over Ao’nung’s chest. But Ao’nung didn’t stop eating him out or thrusting those fingers until Neteyam was crying. The over stimulation made him try to escape, pushing off of Ao’nung and even trying to maneuver his thighs away. “Nung please- I can’t no more- there’s nothing left-” Neteyam was begging him but one sharp thrust of those fingers to his sweet spot sent him over the edge.

Neteyam felt like he was going to cum all over again, his nails digging into Ao’nung’s thighs dragging down them to leave deep scratches as he came again. Except, nothing came out. He had a dry orgasm. His tears wouldn’t stop and his body was overflowing with sensitivity as he sobbed. It was almost too much, but just before it became too much, Ao’nung pulled away.

“That’s it.. It’s okay, my love.. You did so amazing.. How did I get so lucky..” Ao’nung knew exactly what to say, the praise and compliments made all it worth it. Neteyam was gently moved, Ao’nung avoiding the sensitive parts of his body as he was laid on his back. Neteyam was still whimpering without being touched, “My perfect prince..” Ao’nung pressed a kiss to his hand to let him come down from the overstimulation. He moved to get up to get something to clean the cum dripping down his chest but Neteyam suddenly grabbed onto him. “Please don’t leave-” Neteyam wasn’t sure why he felt so scared the other was going to go but it certainly took Ao’nung back.

“I was just going to get something to clean us up.. But I won’t go.” Ao’nung smiled down at him, reaching for whatever he could near by to wipe the cum off of him and tossing it on the floor before pulling Neteyam close in his arms, his hands gently rubbing down his arms to bring him down to reality. “Do you need water or anything? I’m sorry for making you cry.” Ao’nung kissed his forehead and Neteyam shook his head pulling Ao’nung’s arms further around him as if surrounding himself with him. Ao’nung didn’t complain at all, merely pulling a blanket over them and cuddling with the other.

It took awhile for Neteyam to speak. But when he did, Ao’nung couldn’t hold back the laugh.

“I will never wear these beads around you and your ugly friends ever again.” Neteyam was back, he couldn’t believe all those things he said, he also couldn’t believe all this started because he found Ao’nung hot on the beach and wanted to be petty.

It was a good three orgasms though.

Ao’nung couldn’t wait to see what the next few days brought to them.

#neteyam x aonung #aonunete #aonung x neteyam #aonung #avatar #neteyam #avatar the way of water #neteyam is baby #just surviving #fanfic #lmk what you think

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