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tbgblr2 · 4 months

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What happens late at night.

He stood there, his mouth agape as his very, very pregnant wife stood at the foot of the bed.

Without ceremony or warning she tugged down her pyjama bottoms, leaving her bottom half naked. He tried to rise, do something, but he couldn’t move he was fixed in place.

“It’s time” she said. Was he imagining it.. was she speaking… sensually?

She leaned forward, one hand on the bed between his legs, opened her own legs to a slight squat and there was a sudden splash as a gush of water was seen falling from between her legs… accompanied by a low moan, as if she was… orgasmic?

“Babe… are you ok?” Seems he can still speak.

“I’m perfect babe.” She purred. “Just lie back and enjoy the show.”

She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her pyjama top, lifting it up over her belly, up to her breasts which she caught in the fabric and lifted up, finally releasing as the top was pulled up, her breasts slapping back down against her belly as the top finally passed over her head and gets dropped to the floor.

“Oh look at that you are enjoying it…” her eyes focusing at the growing tent under the bed sheet covering him. He tried to reach an arm out but couldn’t move any part of his body.

She pulled the tie from her ponytail, her hair spilling down around her shoulders. Like some sort of Hollywood special effect she swings her head and her hair falls perfectly into place.

“What the hell?” He says, to himself, completely bewildered.

“Babe… you aren’t relaxing. I can’t do this without you supporting me… with your eyes.”

She pulls back the bed sheet and he finds himself naked, erect. And still unable to move. He wasn’t tied down or anything, just couldn’t move anything.

“Just let it happen…” she said, crawling on her hands and knees onto the bed. Her breasts and belly hanging down. Her head reached his cock and she lowered her head down onto it, her wet lips slipping slickly down the shaft.

She let out another sensual moan as she pressed her belly down onto his legs and he felt the belly getting tight.

“Contraction?” He asked. She made an affirmative sound which vibrated up and down his cock, sending a shockwave down his spine. Whatever was happening right now amped the sensitivity he usually felt up to maximum. He tried to shiver, but couldn’t.

She pulls her head up, sucking as she goes leading to an audible pop as she lets go of his cock with her lips, only to lift herself up shuffling forward on her knees so she was straddling his hips.

“Are you going to ride me?” He asked… getting into the swing of things.

“No silly… you won’t fit with this big head in here.” As she bucked her hips forward rubbing her slit up and down his shaft accompanied with moans of pleasure.

He finally put two and two together to realise what was going on. “You’re in labour?”

“Got it in one baby…” she continued to slide up and down without actually letting him slip in.

“This can’t be right… isn’t it supposed to be painful?”

“Pain… as well as pleasure… is all in the mind.” She was getting breathy at her movements, rubbing faster and faster. “It’s coming… it’s coming… I’m coming.” She shrieked but there was no sign of pain in the exclamation, only pure pleasure, her smiling face beaming as she came down from whatever high she was on.

She crawled backwards up his body so her knees rested either side of his torso, her belly pressing down against his hard shaft and her breasts resting against his thighs. Her ass – and perhaps more importantly given the current situation – her pussy - was inches away from his face.

He saw a trail of slick juices elongate and drip from her opening as she groaned, putting effort into a push. She didn’t seem to be uncomfortable in any way whilst doing it. She pushed again, her back end lifting closer to his face and her belly pressing down further into his waist as she let out one of the most sensual sounds he ever heard.

“Can you see the head?” She panted as she set into another push. He was bewildered. Unable to act to do anything other than speak so he settled with saying that no, he couldn’t see anything.

“Oh good… I’ll have to push more.” She actually sounded ecstatic for needing to keep going. She got right back into it, her grunting, moaning sounds echoing in the bedroom. She slipped a hand back under her belly and used two fingers to spread her lips. “Does that help, can you see it… please say you can!”

He gulped. He saw it. A dark, hairy mass just visible when her lips were parted. He got excited.

“Yes baby, yes, I see it. I can see our baby. You’re doing so well!” He was desperate to move, to reach out, to touch it but he was frozen in place. Her head turned back and she looked at her husband and smiled, blowing him a kiss as she started to push once more.

He watched as the viscous fluid dripped from between her legs and splashed onto his chest as the room filled with the sound of her moaning.

“I can feel it, it’s right there” she squealed but it wasn’t in pain, she giggled at the end of the exclamation.

“What can I do, how can I help?” He said, eyes open wide and focused between her legs watching the dark shape move and grow as she pushed more and more. She removed her fingers, her lips slipping back in place and covering the head again.

“Just tell me how well I’m doing. I love hearing your encouragement.” She was still actively pushing but was not out of breath, seemed to be actively enjoying things.

He took up the mantle “you’re doing great babe, keep up the good work. Now push for me, let’s see the head. Good girl!” Her response was magical, a low groan that rumbled from her chest as she pressed her body hard against him and pushed. Her efforts were rewarded by the teardrop shape of the head head starting to poke through between her lips.

“I can see it, keep going!” He encouraged, so she pushed hard again, more and more of the head becoming visible as she put in the work.

He watched enraptured as the head grew and grew her lips sliding back to let more and more of it push through. She pushed harder and harder, her body pressing against his as she exclaimed how good she felt and how tight everything was. She shivered in orgasmic bliss as she finally pushed out the head with another good-natured squeal, a splash of the amniotic fluid gushing over his chest.

Suddenly he was rocking left to right. Suddenly he heard a noise he hadn’t heard before this had started. Suddenly he was awake, his wife jostling him from sleep. The tone of her voice and look was very exasperated.

“Joe… Joe. Wake up. My waters have broken, I think I’m in labour. We’ve got to get to hospital!”

#birth kink #fpreg #birth #labor kink #pregnancy #short

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mlmxreader · 4 months

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Toy Boy | Johnny Cage x m!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Could you do one with prompts 101 and 114, with Cage and M reader?? ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Johnny decide to have a little fun for the day.

: ̗̀➛ daddy kink, cockwarming, praise kink, free use, mentions of breeding kink

↳ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Old heavy metal songs by Metallica, Sodom, Slayer and Cannibal Corpse were playing on the speaker as you sat so nicely on Johnny's lap; his cock buried in your ass as he held one hand over your mouth, the other holding the phone against his ear as he spoke to his publicist.

They asked if he had seen you at all, as because you were his agent you were expected to sort out his bookings for the awards season, but Johnny just laughed and said that you were more than busy for the moment.

It was never a secret that you and Johnny were together, as the paparazzi had leaked the relationship early on when they caught him on a beach with you, wearing just swim trunks and kissing and hugging.

It was obvious from the start, and neither you nor Johnny ever saw any point in hiding it anyway.

Sure, interviewers asked him about what it was like to date his agent every time he went to press junkets, but he was always honest - he adored you, and he loved that you never had any qualms with telling him off when he needed it.

You were the reason why he was rumoured to be winning an Oscar; you had nagged him into taking a role for a large director that you were a fan of, a biopic about a scientist during the first World War, and he had been a massive success.

People hadn't stopped talking about the film, or his performance, for months. He was a fan favourite to win the Oscar.

But that didn't stop you from being completely different in the bedroom; always willing and eager to submit to him, always more than happy to lube yourself up so that you could be his cockwarmer throughout the night and during the day.

Letting him have free access to you as long as you wore one red sock and one green one. In the bedroom, you were his favourite fuck toy; his prized toy boy.

He loved the way you looked when he fucked you doggy style on the bed facing the mirror; watching you get cockdrunk and cumdrunk, begging for him to breed you.

He adored how you would happily rush into bathrooms with him at restaurants and awards ceremonies just for a quickie. Johnny fucking knew that he had stuck gold with you. His publicist hung up, and he tossed the phone aside as he hummed, lazily bucking his hips up into you.

"Such a good boy," he said softly, running a hand down your back. "Keeping Daddy's cock nice and warm in your tight ass."

You let out a shaky sigh, wanting nothing more than to be fucked and bred until his cum was leaking from your ass and you could hardly walk; twitching and writhing on the sofa until you couldn't move anymore, only able to whimper out quiet begs for him to keep going.

Overstimulated and completely spent by the time that he eventually pulled out. Drooling until a puddle formed beneath you, sweating and panting heavily. But you knew that if you wanted that, you would have to behave.

You would have to be so good for Johnny if you were to get what you wanted. He grabbed the remote, turning the speaker off before he turned the television on, casually flicking through the channels until he found an old spaghetti Western on; it was by one of his favourite directors, Sergio Leone, and was rightfully rendered as iconic.

He bucked his hips up into you just to listen to your shaky breath as you shuddered and tried to hold it in; torturing you so wonderfully and knowing all the right strings to pull.

"What's the matter, baby?" Johnny hummed, leaning forward so that he could gently hold your throat. "Hmm?"

You swallowed thickly, doing your best not to squirm and buck your hips. "Daddy, I need you..."

He grinned as he licked his lips, clearing his throat as he leaned back with his hands on the back of his head. "Show me how much you need it."

Relief washed over you in short bursts of waves. Rocking your hips slowly, getting him to groan and tilt his head back as he closed his eyes; you could feel him getting hard as you picked up the pace, moving your hips so that his cock hit all the places in your ass.

Making you buckle and groan as you leaned over, putting your hands on the coffee table. Johnny tilted his head forward, able to see his cock pumping in and out of your stretched ass as he bit his lip, stifling a soft grunt.

A string of praises and encouragements left his mouth as he grabbed your sides to keep you steady, his grip bruising and harsh. Fuck. You always took his cock so well.

You were so well trained, bouncing your ass and clenching around him as you whimpered and hung your head. Johnny couldn't help but to smile, slowly thrusting into you.

He grumbled, watching you fuck yourself as his eyes drifted to the television; against the screen, he could see the reflection of him fucking you, and couldn't help but to grin.

It was always his favourite time when he had you on your hands and knees on the bed, facing the mirror so that he could see your face as he fucked you; watching you slowly become an incoherent and needy mess, drooling and unable to do anything but keep fucking yourself on his cock.

Completely drunk, and even getting more drunk from his cum when he bred you. Listening to the soft squelches as he fucked it back into you.

Fuck. Oh, fuck. He tilted his head back again, letting out a long moan as he closed his eyes in bliss; you were such a good boy, such a good little fuck toy for him to use. You would always be his favourite toy boy.

But the way you clenched around him, and how he could feel your body tremble and shake as you chased your release; the sounds of a gunfight on the television masking the slapping of skin so easily as he gripped your sides tighter, pulling you back so that your back was flush to his chest.

He picked up the pace, fucking up into you and pounding your ass as he let go of one side, bringing his thumb to your mouth. He slipped the digit between your lips, and moaned softly when you sucked it. Your tongue running over the tip and swirling around the base.

"Such a good boy," Johnny praised with harsh breaths. "Always such a good boy for Daddy, huh, baby?"

You whimpered, clenching around him as you felt drool slip from the corner of your mouth, leaking down your skin as you shuddered and shook. "I wanna... I wanna..."

"What is it, baby?" He asked softly, running a hand down your torso and stopping just shy of your cock.

You let out a harsh and shaky breath. "I wanna, wanna cum - please, Daddy... been so good..."

"I know, baby," Johnny whispered, licking a stripe up the side of your neck. "Whenever you're ready, okay?"

You nodded, thankful that you didn't have to try and hold yourself back. You clenched around him a final time, your eyes closing tightly as you groaned out his name, toes curling and thighs shaking as you felt your cum spurt onto your stomach.

You tilted your head back, giving him perfect access to the sensitive skin; Johnny didn't even think twice, licking the sweaty skin before sinking into it.

Claiming you as he froze and grunted out your name, slowly easing into you as he felt his cum fill your ass; soft squelches echoing through the room as he eased you through your orgasm. He fell back, the back of his head hitting the sofa as he sighed heavily, daring to laugh.

"You good?"

You nodded, clearing your throat as you stood up. You didn't get far, collapsing onto your back on the sofa as you sighed contentedly. "Fuck, John."

Johnny grinned at you as he licked his lips. "We just did."

You scoffed, playfully glaring at him. "Shut up and get me a cigarette, would you?"

Groaning softly, Johnny stood. Daring to pause and kiss your forehead before he wandered off to grab your cigarettes. "Y'know, we should think about showering."

"Once I've got my cigarette," you chuckled. "I'm fucking spent."

"Well, maybe we can skip the globes," he hummed, handing you the packet and sitting beside you. "Have a night, just you and me."

"No," you growled, lighting it. "We have to be there, if you win then it could be huge for your career."

"And there he is," Johnny laughed. "Immediately into work mode already."

You rolled your eyes fondly. "I might be your boyfriend, but don't forget I'm still your agent."

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gvcci-bxby · 4 months

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the arrangement (mini series) - chapter 4: reconciliation

pairing: neteyam sully x omaticaya reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: SMUT! (p in v), light cursing, fluff, probs misspellings (ill revise later, im tired ya'll lol)

other installments: part 1 | part 2 | part 3

author's note: I just wanted to thank everyone for the reblogs, likes, and overall engagement with my first series. I apologize for the long wait for the final installment but I hope you all enjoyed it. It's definitely a basic ending but enemies deserve happy endings too. Much gratitude.

taglist: @bakugouswaif @erenjaegerwifee @rav3nh3aven @aysha4life @marriedtolike18fictionalmen

“Y/n wait,” Neteyam says, firmly grabbing your arm.

“For what? So, I can watch another girl climb all over you?”

Neteyam sighs sharply, putting both his hands on your shoulders. “Stop, and just listen. What you just saw was nothing, she approached me while I was waiting for you.”

You roll your eyes, “What do you want Neteyam? You’re the one that asked me to meet you.”

“Yes, I did because I wanted to explain what happened last week. What Korra said about Nalu and I isn’t true. In fact, every rumor you’ve heard about me, and another girl isn’t true at all. I haven’t been with anyone, ever.” Neteyam could help but divert his eyes, embarrassed by admitting his lack of experience.

You open your mouth to respond but couldn’t find words to say. You had been wrong all along, not allowing Neteyam to bring clarity to the situation. You felt guilty and foolish, thinking about how you could’ve moved passed the situation and spent the last several days being excited and discussing your ceremony.

“I’ve been waiting for you, and I wish you would have allowed me to explain it all. Korra has always made it clear she likes me, but I only think and care about you.”

“So, you waited? To mate with me?” You ask, making your jealousy of imagining him with other girls known.

Neteyam nods, bringing you close. “You’ll be my first and my last.”

You shake your head, looking down at the ground. “I’m so sorry I didn’t listen to you, Neteyam. This whole time we could have-. “ Neteyam interrupts you, shushing you. He brushes your freshly braided hair to the side, brushing his fingertips across your cheek. “It’s okay,” Neteyam’s voice coming out as a whisper.

Your arms wrap around Neteyam’s torso, bringing your fronts closer. You feel relief, knowing Korra only targeted you to make Neteyam her own, that there is no truth to what she, Nalu, or any of the other Na’vi girls have said.

You feel a course of excitement surge through your body, the close proximity being close to Neteyam again thrilling you. You let the emotions get the best of you and you crashed your lips into Neteyam’s. His response was quick, picking you up swiftly. You wrap your legs around him, pushing your mouth into his, his tongue maneuvers its way into your mouth.

You both stand in the village, and it was totally possible that others could see you and Neteyam. Neteyam walks you into the edge of the forest that was only a few yards away.

Your lips move with Neteyam’s in synch, urges you had never felt before gathering in your stomach and between your thighs. Neteyam was in between earth and heaven, the feeling of you against him exhilarating him. Your legs part, allowing him to Neteyam to rest and stay close to you, gave him unholy ideas. Your hips buck up, meeting Neteyam’s, and you feel his bulge growing by the second. Your skin tingles, satisfied by Neteyam’s reaction to your touch, your body.

You were so deeply lost in Neteyam to noticed people approaching the edge of the forest where you and Neteyam made out.

“Lo’ak, do you think it’s a smart idea for Neteyam and y/n to be seen making out, in the forest, before their ceremony tomorrow?” Kiri says, standing off to the side with her arms crossed.

You gasp, surprised by your friend spotting you. Lo’ak shakes his head, “Bro, I never want to see you in this position ever again.”

Kiri wrinkles her nose, “Neither do I. Come on, y/n, you need to get rest before tomorrow. Neteyam, you need to pull yourself together before you go home, mom and dad are waiting for you.”

You stand up robotically, thoroughly embarrassed. Kiri and Lo’ak walk ahead of you, allowing one last moment of privacy before tomorrow.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Neteyam whispers, planting a kiss on your cheek.

You smile, squeezing his hand that was placed in yours. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Get some rest.”

As you walk home, Kiri escorts you home. Lo’ak parting to walk home with Neteyam. “I see you two have made up.”

You laugh, nodding. “We did indeed, it was just a giant misunderstanding. But I’m so nervous for tomorrow.”

Kiri squeezes your shoulder, “As you should be. It’s the biggest day of your life. You’re getting mated for life and being announced as the future leader of the clan.”

You sigh, approaching you home. “Thanks for the reminder.”

Kiri laughs now, “I’m just saying y/n, it’s okay to be nervous. But don’t worry, it’s all going to be perfect. I’ll be there, your parents will be there. We’re all here to show our love and support for you and Neteyam.”

You pause at the bottom of your steps that lead to your home. You turn to your friend, opening your arms to hug her. Kiri accepts your embrace, offering you encouragement. “I’m excited to have you become a part of my family, sister.”

You smile, stepping back. “I am most honored to become part of your family, Kiri.” Kiri ushers you inside where you find your mother whirling around your living room. Kiri stands behind you taking in the sight as well.

Your mother holds your ceremony attire, the pearls, and bright stones drip down from the dress, and the outfit glitters in the light. “There you are, y/n.” Your mother exclaims. “Get in here, we have finishing touches to do.”

Behind you, Kiri touches your shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Kiri says with a small smile. She slinks off into the dark, most likely heading towards her own house.

Your mother lightly grasps your forearm, having you stand in front of her. “How are you feeling about tomorrow?”

You shrug, heat starting to crawl up your neck. You know she’s referring to what’s will happen after the ceremony. “Mom,” you say, averting your gaze from hers. “We don’t have to have that talk.”

Your mother raises her eyebrows, lifting her arms up in defense. “If you say so, I was just going to offer you an answer to any of your questions.”

You shake your head at the thought but before you could respond, your mother changes the topic.

“Now,” she says, stepping back to look at you. “Let’s do some finishing touches.”

For the next hour your mom primps you. To distract you, you imagine what tomorrow will be like. When Neytiri had come over, your mother and she had discussed the itinerary for the day of the ceremony so you had a good idea of how it would all play out.

First, the ceremony will occur, Jake, Neytiri, your mother, your father, and Moat will stand on the alter with you and Neteyam, requesting your vow to promise to protect and lead the Omatikaya people. Then there will be a clan meal except you and Neteyam will break away for your own personal ceremony. That part brings chills up your arms and spine.

Finally, your mom taps your shoulder, your eyes flickering open. “You keep dozing off, you can go to bed now. Just make sure to put your hair up so you don’t mess it up while you sleep.” You nod, groggy with sleep. Before you got far away, your mom wrapped you in a hug. “If you’re nervous, don’t be.” She kisses the top of your head and then gives you a soft nudge into your room.

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Before you can even comprehend, you’re in your ceremony dress; Neytiri and your mother pulling your hair into a style, your dress being tapered to your torso as you stand back in the living room. Your stomach is in a knot, knowing that a grand ceremony and big responsibilities await outside. You bite your lip thinking about it.

“You look beautiful,” Neytiri says, standing in front of you. Her big, gold-flecked eyes observe your face, taking in your emotions. “You’re nervous. Don’t be, we’ll all be up there with you.”

You hum softly, slightly comforted with that fact. It’s not just you on the stage, yours and Neteyam’s family will stand on the platform with you. “I know, but still,” You say. Neytiri shakes her head, waving her hand.

Behind her, your mom tugs at her dress and you can’t help but smile at her excitement. While her pressure on you has been annoying when you were growing up, you, too, would most likely react the same way if you were in her position.

Your living room door opens a crack and Jake sticks his head in. “Ready ladies?” Jake says, eyeing you. “Y/n, you look great.” You smile in response, bowing your head towards Jake.

Neytiri and your mom stand beside you, their arms looping into yours. “Are you ready?” your mom whispers to you. You look down at the floor, taking in what’s about to happen. You think about how you and Neteyam’s relationship has evolved over the past few weeks. It gives you hope for the future and what awaits for both of you.

Jake disappears behind the door and it’s you, your mom, and your soon-to-be mother-in-law alone. Together, you all venture out the door and towards the center of the village. Every step you take feels like you’re floating, and you feel confidence and excitement growing within you.

After a short walk, you approach your ceremony, the clan looking back to see you. Ahead, your father, Jake, Neteyam and Moat stand. Even from far away you can see Neteyam’s smiling at you. Neteyam’s breath is almost taken completely away, his mind in awe of how beautiful you look.

Neytiri and your mother hold you at your arms, and you’re thankful for that. You feel your knees get weak approaching the platform, but the mothers are there to support you the entire way. Neteyam looks beautiful as he stands in Omatikaya traditional clothing.

You take the steps to the platform one-by-one, and you are now in front of the whole clan, your friends, your future family, your enemies, and Neteyam. You face Neteyam, taking his hands that are outstretched to you.

The ceremony begins.

The ceremony lasts close to an hour, prayer and song laced within the statements made by your family and Neteyam’s. Each family member must make commitments to support you and Neteyam’s time in leadership. Finally, the attention turns towards you and Neteyam.

“Neteyam and Y/n,” Jake says to you and his son. “Do you promise to work together, physically and in spirit, to protect the Omatikaya people and their land.”

You nod, looking from Jake to the clan that is splayed out in front of you. All the faces you recognize, and you feel complete honor to lead such a peaceful yet fierce clan. You are flashed back to when you were just a young na’vi, dangling on some of their hands and legs, and now you stand in front of them as their future leader. “Yes, I do.” Neteyam follows too, knowing he would do anything for the clan he loves.

Jake smiles looking at you and Neteyam. Despite your previous rivalry, Jake knew that you would come around to each other and would protect the clan until you passed the torch to your own children. Neytiri, too, gazed at her son and you in amazement, hoping you can lead the clan in peace and never deal with the tragedies her parents and now her and Jake have endured.

“I’m pleased to make it official that Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan and y/n as the future leaders of the Omatikaya clan and Neytiri and I’s replacement if anything should happen to us. I believe, wholeheartedly, that they will lead the clan with love and commitment, under Eywa, until the pass.” Jake says, and immediately the clan begins to cheer.

Your parents rejoice as well, providing happy smiles towards you and your new mate. Neteyam pulls you close to him, his face hidden from the audience by your long braids. He plants a kiss on the nape of your neck, his scent filling your nose. Your knees get weak again, the thought of what’s to come making your stomach twist with anticipation. But first is the clan meal.

You are seated, next to Neteyam, at the head of the table. Your parents sit on your side of the table, Jake and Neytiri on Neteyam’s side. The table is long, making a place for every clan member. An incredible amount of food is place on the length of the table, ensuring that everyone’s stomach will be filled. You make a note in your head to thank the na’vi that spent so much time preparing the food.

Food is place in front of you, but you can’t get yourself to eat; you’re too nervous. Neteyam can tell, and he places a hand on your inner thigh, out of sight of anyone’s gaze. Neteyam leans closer to you, offering a comforting presence. “Can you believe it?” Neteyam whispers

You shake your head, leaning towards Neteyam. “I can’t; we’ve known about this day since we could talk yet it seems to have happened so fast.” Neteyam smiles at you, brush your braids behind your shoulder. “You look beautiful.” He says, his eyes gazing down your body. You blush under his gaze.

You pick on your food, trying to intake some food, but you feel too nervous to even function. Clan members whisk by, congratulating you and your mate. You try to be present, thanking them for their kind compliments, yet your mind is stuck on what’s to come.

You heart thumps against your chest when Jake leans towards Neteyam. Jake touches Neteyam’s arm, gaining his son’s attention. “I think it’s a good time to sneak away so you can… you know.” Jake says, shifting his eyes towards you. You try to pretend not to hear, and act as if you are taken aback when Neteyam leans towards you. You don’t want to come off as too nervous. “Are you ready?” Neteyam asks.

You swallow, trying to take a deep breath. You nod and take Neteyam’s hand when he stands up. Thankfully, the rest of the clan is too busy celebrating and in conversation with each other to notice you and Neteyam sneak away.

The Tree of Voices is not a far walk from the center of the village, only a few hundred feet away. Your feet seem to carry you to the location, your hand getting sweaty with Neteyam’s. The tree ignites brightly against the darkening sky, and it take your breath away. You’ve been here a million times, yet it looks completely new to you. You and Neteyam stand at the center of the tree, and you face each other.

“Are you nervous?” Neteyam asks, brining you closer to him.

You shake your head and Neteyam cocks his head to the side. “Are you sure?” You sigh heavily, pressure leaving your chest. “I’m really nervous.”

Neteyam laughs, snaking his arms around your waist and clasping behind your back. His face dips down, his lips hovering yours. “Don’t be,” Neteyam says, his lips inching closer. “I’ll take good care of you.” With that, his lips crash into yours.

Your eyes flutter shut, your hands grasping his strong biceps. They muscles feel bigger under your touch and you wonder how hard he’s been working out lately. Swiftly, Neteyam navigates your body to the soft ground, making sure to place you down gently. Your lips move in synch, your tongues flicking against each other. Again, you feel a pit growing inside of you and you begin to feel hungry for Neteyam. You sigh softly against his lips, the anticipation beginning to eat away at you.

You spread your legs apart, allowing Neteyam to rest between them. He fits perfectly as he arranges himself comfortably on top of you. His hands and fingers trail down your torse, leaving goosebumps on your skin in their wake. Your fingers lace into his hair, bringing his mouth deeper onto yours. Neteyam pulls back, only to move to kiss the skin along your neck, collarbone, and stomach. You begin to fold, feeling his kisses get closer to your core.

Neteyam lets his kisses trail downwards until he meets the band of your embellished loincloth. Neteyam sits up, leaning on his knees. He hooks his fingers into the band of your loincloth, beginning to pull them down your thighs. You swallow hard again, knowing your core is now exposed to Neteyam.

Beneath him, Neteyam gazes at you with love and lust. The way Neteyam feels about you amazes him; he never thought he would feel such a way for anymore. You are the most beautiful Na’vi Neteyam has ever seen. How did he ever despise you?

Once your loincloth is off, Neteyam tosses it to the side, repositioning himself over you. He begins to take his loincloth off, but you beat him to it, your fingers jitter with lust. You lean up, helping Neteyam slip the piece of clothing off. Neteyam’s cock bounces up to meet you and you try to nonchalantly take a peek. Your jaw clenches at the sight and you are impressed by his length.

You lean back, letting Neteyam hover over you. Again, he brushes your hair out of your face, a small gesture of comfort. “Tell me if you want to stop.” Neteyam whispers. You offer him a smile knowing how gentle and kind he’s trying to be.

Neteyam connects your mouth with his again and you spread your legs further apart for easy access. With a swift movement, Neteyam lines himself up with you and pushes himself into you. You gasp, your body adjusting to his size. Pain enters you but after a several strokes, the pain subsides into pure pleasure. You grasp Neteyam’s biceps, the pleasure overwhelming. Neteyam goes slow, taking in every moment he spends with you under the Tree of Souls. The pleasure is overwhelming for Neteyam, yet he tries his best to focus only on you.

Neteyam separates his mouth from yours, hovering near your ear. His soft moans echo through your ears and you’re glad he is enjoying himself as much as you are. “You feel so good,” Neteyam says, a soft moan interlaced as he strokes into you.

You feel like your lost in the feeling, never wanting for it to end. You feel present and connected with your mate, but you know the end is near. A build up in your core is about to burst and every stroke Neteyam gives you brings you closer and closer. Neteyam, too, is close, yet he tried to preserve himself anyway he can as he’s not ready to be finished with you. ‘Although,’ he thinks to himself, ‘this is only our ceremony night; there’s many more opportunities to come in the future.’

Your legs clench around Neteyam, as a strong sensation of pleasure courses through you. At the same time, Neteyam leans into you, his face buried into your neck. “Fuck,” he whispers into your neck. Neteyam finishes into you, allowing his last stroke to stay deep inside of you. Your back arches, your chest brushing his, and then you slump down. Your limbs are intertwined, as your roll into one being. Neteyam holds you against him, his fingers running through your hair. He places a kiss against your temple, his scent washing over you once again.

“We’re officially a mated pair,” you say in awe. “Future leaders of the clan.”

Neteyam hums, letting your head rest against his chest. “You’re the only person I’d want to be mated to or lead the clan with.”

You take his comment in, thankful to have had the luck of not only being the leader of the Omatikaya clan but to also lead it with Neteyam. You felt lucky that you were forced to learn about Neteyam in a different capacity and learn that he isn’t what you thought he was. But a funny thought enters your mind. “Can you believe we were enemies before? Now looks at us.”

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epilogue

Since the ceremony and your time spent under the Tree of Souls, you and Neteyam have been enjoying your time as a mated pair. The first several years you enjoyed being young, taking advantage of having your own home together. You cooked for each other, sometimes doing it together. You stayed up late, lying in bed in the dark and whispering to each other as if the room was full of people. You told each other secrets, made up stories, or talked about your future until the sun began to peek up behind the horizon.

You also enjoyed flying on your ikran together, and Neteyam would take you for flights when you felt like getting away from the village. He’d bring you to your secret spot, taking late night or early morning swims in the river where you and he had first spent time together. Every moment with Neteyam you loved and wished would never end.

The clan loved you together, confident that you will successfully lead them one day. You appreciated your role as the future Tsahik and you enjoyed tending to the clan with Moat and Neytiri. You also loved spending time with the Sully’s, combining your family and the Sully’s together for big family meals. Life was good to you and Neteyam.

A few years into your mateship with Neteyam, you decided it was time to have children. It had been fun finding time to be intimate with Neteyam; being future leaders of the clan kept you busy sometimes. Countless nights you stayed up with Neteyam, working with love and passion to bring life into this world.

It wasn’t long until you brought your first child into the world, a son, that looked so much like Neteyam. A year later, you and Neteyam brought a daughter into the world. You were in awe of the family you and Neteyam had created together, as it felt like it was just a short time ago that you were children yourself, Neteyam tugging on your tail or playing pranks on you. Before you, Neteyam grew into a man, and you couldn’t wait to see him as the Olo’eyktan one day. For now, he was an amazing mate and father, and you can’t wait to see what the future continues to hold for your family.

#avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar 2009 #avatar fanfiction #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam avatar #neteyam #avatar twow #neteyam sully imagine #neteyam x you #neteyam smut

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chvnnie · 1 year

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Ok so this:

Hyunjin with a breeding kink. He reveals this to y/n who happily complies (finds it sexy honestly) but reveals they can’t have kids due to a hysterectomy.

Can either go REALLY crazy and hot or be the saddest thing ever.

ooooooh. this is interesting. i really don’t think i can emotionally handle writing anymore angst so 😭

SMUT — MINORS DNI

The game was your idea. You found it on a shelf at some random store deep in the mall, discounted from how long it’s sat there. It could be a waste of five bucks, or it could be the best thing you’ve ever bought. Well, probably not to that extreme, but it could be fun.

It was Hyunjin’s idea to add alcohol. A bottle of deep red wine in the prettiest glasses you’ve ever seen. They make you feel almost elegant as you read the trashy cards.

Some make you cringe, laughing at the poorly worded questions on the flimsy cards. “Read it!” He exclaims when you refuse, snatching it out of your hand if you keep resisting. It’s all good fun, a great way to get to know your new boyfriend a little better.

You’ve only been official for about three months, but have known him for six. A friend of a friend, the plus one to a wedding you were apart of. He wasn’t as sly as he thought — eyes on you the entire ceremony and reception. It only took about three songs for him to introduce himself. Smooth, handsome. Compliments your hair, your name, your dress. Intentionally making you feel a little bashful before he asks you to dance.

How could you not give him your number?

It’s been great. Hyunjin makes you happy, the butterflies that swarm when his name is even mentioned drowning you. Head over heels for this boy already.

It was easy to pick up the game and buy it. You want to know everything about him; from the way he likes to fold his clothes to things he’s only feels comfortable sharing with you. What better place to start than a trashy game about sex?

You take a long drink of your wine as you grab a new card, reading over it twice as your smile grows.

“Oh, fuck.” Hyunjin says with a shy, downing the rest of his wine. “I don’t like that smile.”

“Why not?” You giggle.

“It’s menacing.”

You crinkle your nose, sticking your tongue out before reading it aloud. “What is your biggest kink?”

Your boyfriend scoffs, reaching for the bottle on the coffee table. “That’s it? Kind of a vanilla question.”

“Yet,” you hold out your glass for a refill of your own, “you’re not answering it.”

He smiles at you, leaning in to peck your wine stained lips. “Because I want you to go first.”

“Oh, that’s not fair—“

“Come on, baby.” Hyunjin whines as he scoots a little closer, pointer finger under your jaw as he pulls you in. His lips hover just above yours, breath making your body buzz with excitement. “I’ll make it up to you.”

You hate how fucking whipped you are for him. With a sigh, you agree, elating your sweet boyfriend. It takes you a moment, trying to narrow down the long listen is more difficult than you assumed. When it hits you, you beam at him. Reach for his hands, which he happily gives you.

“I like,” you bring the large hand up to your throat, wrapping the slender fingers around it. His eyes darken immediately, huffing a low laugh as he wets his lips, “among other things.”

Hyunjin raises his brows, flexing his fingers around your neck and tugging you closer to him. “What other things?”

You smile at him, giggling when he squeezes a little harder. “It’s you turn. Maybe then I’ll tell you more.”

The hungry look he gives you last a beat too long, as if he’s considering whether or not he should tell you, or show you. Hyunjin clears his throat, thumb reaching up to rub your bottom lip.

“Breeding.” He says in a near whisper. “I want to pump you so full and watch my cum drip out of you, angel.”

Even though his words make your skin tingle, the alcohol only aiding in exciting you, you can’t help the dread that’s heavy in your stomach. “Oh? Do you—“ you swallow around his palm. “—do you want kids?”

The question seems to throw him off, but he just shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m not attached to the idea either way.”

All you can do is nod, dropping your gaze to the crystal glass in your hands. Your body is feeling cold, a little shake making you unsteady. Hyunjin quickly picks up on your change in behavior, dropping his hand to give you some space.

“Are you alright?” He’s gentle, head tilted as he looks at you in concern. “I didn’t mean to upset you—“

“You didn’t.” You grabbed his hands, squeezing them reassuringly. “It’s not you at all. It’s just—“ you take a shaky breath, racking your brain in how to say this. How do you bring it up? You knew you would have to eventually, but you didn’t think it would be so soon. It’s been such an easy, fun night. Should a topic like this really be brought up?

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.” Hyunjin says softly. “We can wait until you’re ready.”

With a shake of your head, you refuse. It’s hard to meet his gaze as you tell him the story. Not once does he interrupt, or question. Listening carefully as you tell him the entire story in a soft voice.

It’s silent when you finish, his thumbs rubbing the tops of your hands. Neither speaking, letting the information take hold.

“I’m sorry.” You finally say, tears stinging your eyes. He’s been quiet for far too long. “If that ruins anything—“

“Hey, no.” Hyunjin says, cupping your face so he can catch the tears before they fall. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

Everything about him makes you fall so deep, so fast for him. Not once has he made you feel unwanted or unsafe, gentle and careful with you regarding everything. Even if you feel like you don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve him.

“But, if you ever want children—“

“Then we’ll figure it out.” He says simply. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

It’s so earnest, impossible not to believe. “Thank you.”

Hyunjin pulls you in close, kissing the center of your forehead. “You don’t have to thank me.” He mumbles. “Besides, it’s pretty hot.”

You can’t help the laugh of disbelief you give, looking at your boyfriend with wide eyes. “Huh?”

“I can cum in you as much as I fucking want, and we never have to worry about it?” His smile is wide, a little mischievous. “Oh, baby, I’m going to fill you up so good.”

What’s worse — how hard you accidentally hit him or the how much that comment set you off? You try to wiggle out of his hold, making a comment about him before a pervert, but he’s quick. Bringing you in for a kiss, smiling into your lips as he feels you melt in his hold.

The cheap cards get scattered across the living room carpet, the bottle of wine tipped over and dripping slowly onto the white carpet. There’s little to no concern about the stain it’s leaving, not when Hyunjin has your legs hooked over your shoulders. Bending you into a press with a hand locked around your throat.

He has the brightest smile on his face, moaning along with you. Yours are a little more broken, gasps here and there as you try to get more air.

“You’re clenching me so hard, angel.” His low voice only winds you up more, clawing at his biceps hard enough to draw blood. “Was my baby feeling a little needy?”

Nodding in agreement, you try your best to keep your eyes open. Not wanting to look away from him for even a second. His dark hair has fallen in his face, framing it beautifully. Plush lips between his teeth, swollen from yours and stained from the wine.

Hyunjin is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. Kind and gentle. Sweet and caring. Giving you everything you’ve ever wanted, ever needed, without even second guessing.

You reach up, tucking his hair out of his face. The soft touch so different than the ones he’s giving you.

The words leave your mouth without any real hesitation, eyes sparkling and chest full as you finally say what’s been building and building since he asked you to dance. His hips slow in surprise, stars starting to appear in his dark eyes.

“Really?”

You trace his perfect jawline, completely in awe of the man you’ve fallen so hard for. “Really.”

Lips crash, thrusts even faster than before. Hard, sloppy, as he tries to show you that he shares the sentiment in every possible way. When you finish, it’s only when he allows it. Desperate to get there with you.

“I love you, too.”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #chvnnie thots

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mountedeverest · 15 days

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Fuck it Friday

Buck x Tommy Drabble 7x06 spec T (sorta)

A little tease! I've been reading the interviews, especially Lou's where he says he makes a "dramatic entrance" at Madney's wedding, and this is what I had in mind!! Rest of drabble under cut. Enjoy ! Tags ✨ @tizniz LMK if you'd like to be added/removed

"Who's that? Bringing in the groom?"

Somewhere off to Buck's side, some lady is pointing up at the sky. As the whipping sound of blades gets increasingly louder, Buck turns just in time to see the bird closing in, a worse-for-wear but alive Chim on it's passenger side waving at the wedding guests below.

Buck smiles.

"That would be my boyfriend."

The helicopter touches down on the patch of grass they had just cleared. The blades start winding down and Hen, ever the Best Woman, runs up to Chim who looks like he's just about to keel over. It doesn't take too long for Tommy to make his way out and around the chopper to join the other guests, but just as he emerges, Buck sees him, and he is not looking respectfully.

The suit Tommy's wearing is fitted. The first few buttons on his dress shirt are undone and his hair doesn't seem to have product, which means it's curly and moving with the wind. He's wearing his pilot sunglasses like he's out of fucking Top Gun.

Buck goes weak in the knees a little. Tommy is so cool.

What's more, when Tommy clocks him, he cracks the widest smile at Buck, all sunshine and puppy dogs. His nose scrunches up.

Buck practically runs to meet him halfway, and Tommy only has time to remove his sunglasses before Buck takes a hold of Tommy's face with both hands and crashes his whole mouth against his, full tongue. It is not a gentle kiss.

Never mind that Buck was supposed to soft launch his boyfriend.

Never mind that he'd only told a select few that he was out.

Never mind that they were currently very surrounded, by many people who knew them both yet were unaware of the new developpments.

Tommy goes with it, not necessarily one for extreme PDA, but his hands - huge, huge hands - wrap around Buck's sides to his lower back, gently stabilizing them both.

When they break apart for air after what could be qualified as a long time for a kiss, Tommy has this bewildered look on his face, like he'd just been hit in the face with something. In a sense, he had.

"You are... happy to see me?" Tommy's not really asking, more like he's trying to unscramble his brain after all of his braincells tragically died with the force impact of Buck's mind-numbing kiss.

"That was so, so hot." Buck grits through his teeth, cute aggression on full as his fingers twist in the short hair at the back of Tommy's head. "I'm not well."

"Down, boy." Tommy chuckles nervously, soothing Buck with a hand on his chest. He smiles coyly. "If you're good during the ceremony, maybe we can uh, find a less public place later to say hello."

If this was a cartoon, steam would come out of Buck's ears and nostrils, his heart would beat out of his chest, or he'd just explode. Real life comes close though, because Buck can feel himself flush all the way down to his toes. If his knees were a lil weak before, well, they're giving out now.

"Woah there!" Tommy catches him and keeps him upright as Buck finds his footing.

"This is what you do to me, Tommy." Buck says back in a somewhat strangled, accusatory tone.

Tommy only chortles, as he guides them towards the alley where, hopefully, there was gonna be a wedding soon.

#911 spoilers #911 abc #fanfiction #evan buckley #buck x tommy #bucktommy #kinley #can we just settle on a ship name already #tommy kinard #7x06 #7x06 spec

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tawaifeddiediaz · 1 year

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wait not to say too much before the episode actually airs but buck is literally a part of EVERY family eddie has - eddie’s let him into all of it.

there’s the obvious eddie and christopher, but buck is also made a part of it well before the legal guardianship. eddie lets buck in about the ways he failed shannon and the ways their relationship had failed both of them.

there’s the way buck is over eddie’s Instagram, despite him not using it much, in one of the most pivotal moments in his parenting storyline on tv where there’s something chris might not be able to do the same way as everyone else, and he and buck manage to find a way to make it happen for him anyway

there’s the way eddie mentions his camaraderie with his squad in the army, and the only one that’s let in to the reality of that family, the reality of what happens to soldiers…is buck

there’s this thing of buck having met tia pepa, and assumingly also abuela, given the party at eddie’s house in 4x14. outside of the probationary ceremony and maybe 3x10, no one else has really been made that.

speaking of 3x10, christopher opening buck’s christmas present by the pinball machine, and eddie calling abuela over to join the moment with them???? i don’t celebrate christmas but that looks very family to me.

anyway, there’s the 118, obviously. I’ve always sort of taken it as…eddie’s never found a family like that before, and up until he tells chim about the 118 being the family they chose, he feels like he’s grappling with his place in it a little. but he does end up believing that the 118 is a home for all of them; a family they chose, and one that buck is obviously part of.

and now, for eddie to bring buck with him to a poker night that assumingly, he attends regularly and is given an exclusive invitation to, means that he’s sharing even that family with him. that’s like…

for buck, who’s only ever really had maddie before the 118, to have eddie irrevocably make buck a part of every single family he has, every single friend group he’s a part of…

tl;dr: eddie really said “you’re the family i choose” and there are endless anecdotes I could give to prove it

#zee rambles #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 meta #buddie #buck x eddie #911 spoilers #honestly I’m all over the place with this rn #but I have so many thoughts #about Eddie and family and how he makes buck a part of that the whole time

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Fic: Grudgingly Yours (Part 9)

Summary: You are a general surgeon, working in a hospital that’s slowly sucking the life out of you when one day you’re given the offer of a lifetime.

A.K.A - An arranged marriage fic :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x You

Rating: R

Masterlist (contains links to my other stories and this one)

Morning of Curtis’s wedding

It was the feeling of intense pleasure that pulled you out of deep slumber. Hot and trembling, your heart was ready to jump out of your chest because Billy’s heavy body was all tangled up with yours. He was kissing your neck, his fingers pulsing inside you.

A guttural moan escaped you.

“Like that, sweetheart? You like being finger fucked?” He thrust another finger inside you, moving in an unpredictable rhythm that drove you wild while he continued to murmur dirty things. Your leg was wrapped around the back of his thigh, body clinging to him desperately as it thrummed under his touch.

You opened your eyes for a moment, and the volatile darkness on Billy’s face made your heart want to explode. You assumed he’d enjoy being in control, dragging out his seduction of you, but that’s not at all what he looked like. Instead his face was awash with emotion as he clung to you.

“You’ll be begging for my cock soon.” The arrogance of his words belied the gentleness on his face. “Beg me so hard for a good fucking…”

All coherent thoughts left your brain as his fingers twisted in you, hitting that oh-so-sensitive spot that left you panting and screaming. “Please, Billy-”

“Yeah, just like that.” His teeth sunk into your bare shoulder, somehow biting you and licking you at the same time. “You’ll scream for me, won’t you, sugar?”

You didn’t respond, your body jerking against him as you reached closer to your peak.

“No?”

Silky moans escaped your lips, your nails digging into his skin.

“Maybe you’re right.” His tongue flicked in your ear, making you buck against him. “Can’t scream when your mouth is stuffed with my cock.”

Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave, drowning you in waves of pleasure. And while you luxuriated in ecstasy, he continued whispering dirty things to you, heightening your emotions further.

Sweat glistened your skin. You were spent, flushed and boneless. Eyes heavy with sleep, you told yourself you’d rest them for just a minute… and then you felt Billy drop gentle kisses on your eyelids, embrace you with so much affection that you gave into sleep completely.

***

The next morning Billy had to leave to get ready for the wedding with Curtis and the other groomsmen. The wedding was in a couple of hours. There would be pictures to take and lots of ceremonial bullshit where he’d be busy with the wedding party and that meant you were on your own until the wedding. You didn’t mind, it gave you time and space to think about everything that happened. Last night flashed through your mind. He opened up about his feelings, defying your expectations. Were they genuine? You didn’t know. What if he only wanted you because he didn’t see any other way out? Could you be with him under those circumstances?

It also made you realize something unexpected. You missed Billy.

It was a strange feeling, one you weren’t used to. While men served their purposes and you enjoyed their company, you weren’t someone who grew emotionally attached in relationships. Maybe that’s why it was easy to maintain your friendship with Calvin, much to the surprise of your friends. One day you were in love, next day you found out he was fucking everyone else and you broke things off. You weren’t bitter, angry or heartbroken, and the two of you transitioned into a close friendship very quickly.

But one good night with Billy and you were already invested. You didn’t want to think about him with another woman. The thought alone made you want to rip him to shreds.

You missed his touch, his hair, his smell. The way he stared into your soul as if you were the very foundation of his being. The way he kissed you, held you, clung to you. It was all good but the thing you missed the most was talking to him. You and him conversed throughout the night, in the morning. Shared embarrassing moments and joyous ones, sprinkles of times that marked both of your lives and helped shape who you were today. He talked about growing up in the family that he did, always being under Alistair’s thumb, having expectations that he had no desire to fulfill. You discussed being raised by a single mother and an older brother, a childhood marked with poverty but one you adored because of all the love and care your mom had enveloped you in.

The two of you exchanged a lot, but there were things you didn’t talk about. Billy said nothing about his time with the marines, or what happened when he was captured. Frank was only mentioned peripherally.

And you didn’t talk about the father who abandoned you. Or the falling-out with your brother. Despite your newfound intimacy, it was too soon.

You always had good instincts about people. It was one of your superpowers and had never guided you wrong. And your instincts told you Billy was trustworthy. That despite all the outward superficial differences between you and him, you two had more in common than most. Of course that didn’t stop you from feeling scared and insecure. You didn’t want to divulge too much, what if he hurt you? That was definitely one of the reasons why you didn’t sleep with him. You had good sex before, great even, but you were always able to detach your emotions from your hookups. With Billy though, it felt different. It wouldn’t be easy to distance yourself. Why would you even risk something so stupid when there was already an expiry date on the relationship? You were an idiot.

Yet, despite having every reason not to, you wanted him.

You thought about him as you got ready for the wedding and reception. Would he like your outfit? The dress you’d chosen was one you wore to previous professional events. It wasn’t sexy or wild, but the dark green lace fit you well and enhanced your curves without being sensuous. It wasn’t something you’d wear to a date or anything, but that was the whole reason you chose it. This was one of Billy’s best friend’s wedding and you didn’t want to stand out or be an attention whore. The nagging thought that you normally wouldn’t give a shit about other people’s opinions pricked at you, but you chose not to dwell on it.

The dress might not have been an appropriate reflection of your personality but your hair certainly was. Choosing not to go with straight hair, you kept your strands wild and wavy with a few loose curls interspersed throughout. Usually you preferred a darker lipstick but for today your make-up was light and fresh. Silver stilettos completed the overall look, complimenting your necklace and earrings.

Anxiety surged through your stomach as you made your way through to the gazebo where the wedding would be. People were already mingling, and based on the chairs set out it would be a small wedding. Your eyes scanned the crowd for Billy and found him standing beside Curtis. The sight of him stole your breath. Dressed in a casual beige linen suit with a crisp white shirt underneath, which all of the groomsmen were wearing, he stood out because of his stunning beauty. His hair glistened under the sun, his neatly-trimmed beard complimenting his perfectly shaped face. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses and you wished he’d take them off. You loved staring into the deep pools of his brown eyes.

Busy talking to Curtis, he eventually noticed you and gave you a smile. You responded in same, wishing you could speak to him but not wanting to interrupt. You took a seat in one of the empty back rows, and started scrolling through your phone when he came to sit beside you. He handed you a drink, surprising you. It was a gin and tonic with extra limes, exactly how you liked it. Apparently he was paying attention last night.

“Hey.” His voice was a husky whisper, carrying the same raspy growl when he commanded you to come more than once last night. Instantly your throat ran dry, and you took a sip of the drink.

“Hi,” you murmured back. Needing a distraction, you reached out to remove the sunglasses from his face. No matter how many times you looked into his eyes, you never got over how deeply mesmerizing his gaze was. “You look hot.”

A flirtatious smile played across his lips. “Thank you.”

A part of you hoped he would return the compliment, but he didn’t. Instead he leaned back in his chair. “Been keeping yourself busy?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Something like that.”

“Sorry I haven’t been around. We all got ready and had to take pictures-”

“I know the drill,” you interjected with a smile. “Did you get a chance to eat?”

“Yeah, Curtis had a whole brunch thing for us.”

“Good. Don’t want you to faint during the ceremony and have the bride hate you for stealing all the attention.”

He chuckled, shifting towards you. You wanted to ask him more about his day so far but his eyes were focused on you, roaming over your face, inhaling you in, and you found yourself too nervous to speak. Did he like your look? You weren’t his type, that alone made you insecure. On top of that you weren’t in your usual feel-good outfit.

“Finish your drink,” he ordered.

“I want to enjoy it,” you drawled, taking a slow, long sip. His eyes followed your every movement, consuming you with a desperation that made you hot and aroused.

Taking the glass from your hand, he downed the rest of your drink and put the empty glass aside. His hand linked with yours next, intertwining your fingers together while he leaned forward, his lips right by your ear. “Have you been thinking about me?”

Your heart started to dance at the velvety tone of his voice. “No.”

“Not at all?”

“Absolutely not. I barely even remember who you are.”

A low chuckle greeted your ear, stirring your desire. “I’m the guy who made you come six times last night.”

“Are you sure?” You lips grazed over his cheek, brushing his skin ever so tantalisingly.

“Maybe you need a fucking reminder, sweetheart.”

“Maybe I do.”

“Where should I start?”

“You tell me.”

“Maybe I’ll start with your beautiful tits. Sucking on them, playing with them. Never been with someone so soft before, your gorgeous tits bouncing the way they did when I fucked you so good.”

You swallowed audibly, your skin tingling with excitement. “You didn’t fuck me,” you reminded him.

His eyes leveled with yours. “Not yet but I will. I’ll fuck you slow and hard, rough and quick.” His fingers squeezed yours. “I’ll take you any way, any time, as much as I fucking want. And you’ll love it. You’ll beg for it.”

His words unfurled something wild inside you, making you wet. “Billy-“

“Your tight, wet cunt is gonna feel so, so good when I’m inside you.” He moved closer, his nose almost touching yours. “Like my cock was made just for you, a perfect fit. You want that too, don’t you? Want me to stretch you out so you can feel every inch of me when I ride you hard?”

Unable to hold the intensity of his gaze, your eyes dropped to his mouth.

“I know that look, sweetheart. It’s the way you look at me when you’re so fucking wet for me you can’t think straight.” Easing the grip on your hand, his fingers slowly caressed his way up your arm, trailing a path of heated desire on your skin. “Your eyes get all dewy, your skin flushes pink. Your sweet, wet pussy-”

“Please stop.”

“I can’t.” It was the earnestness in his voice that drew your gaze back to him. “I want to, but I can’t get you out of my head.”

Your breath came out in short spurts, as if you’d been running a million miles. You didn’t understand the impact he had on you. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t you. “I… you should go back to Curtis. Maybe he needs you.”

“And you? Do you need me?” He dipped his head in the crook of your neck, resting his temple on your shoulder. The intimacy of his touch made you quiver, a physical reaction he sensed immediately. You felt his cocky smirk, even if you couldn’t see it. “You do,” he said with full confidence.

“You wouldn’t even admit how you felt until I forced it out of you,” you reminded him.

He pulled back slightly to peer at you closely. “What’s your point?”

You quirked your eyebrow. “Maybe you’ll change your mind and regret this.”

Before Billy could respond, Omer appeared by your side. “Y/N, you’re fine as hell.” He let out a soft whistle before bending down to kiss you on the cheek.

Flattered, you smiled. Billy may not have complimented you but at least there was someone who appreciated the effort you put in. “Thank you, Omer. You look great too.”

Billy stiffened, standing up. “Hands off the wife,” he barked, scowling at the other man.

Side by side, both men were equally gorgeous in their own way but your heart only fluttered for Billy. Which was ridiculous because normally you’d be all over a hottie like Omer.

“Come on, man. Can’t blame me for appreciating pure art, can you?” Omer winked at you, causing you to laugh.

Billy’s scowl grew more pronounced. “What do you want? Why’re you here?”

“Wedding’s about to start soon. Curtis is asking for us.”

Billy turned to you. “Need anything before I leave?”

“I’m fine.”

“Yes. You. Are.” Omer nodded his head in appreciation, giving you a deliberately lewd smile.

It was meant to be a playful gesture but you noticed how roughly Billy pulled Curtis away from you. There was viciousness in his action and it struck you that you liked it.

Leaning back in your chair, you focused your attention on Billy as the wedding started.

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Throughout the reception, Billy kept checking up on you. He was seated at the head table along with the wedding party but you appreciated when he stopped at yours, occasionally bringing you a drink, other times just coming by to chat. Any time Omer was in your vicinity, Billy would magically appear and drag you away for a dance. His possessive nature, his jealousy – you enjoyed it. Maybe that was fucked up - you knew it was - but you didn’t care. It was a relief to admit that, but you also couldn’t help wonder if it was actual jealousy or just about competing with Omer. Not wanting to dwell on it, you pushed the thought deep down.

You were sipping on red wine when the father-daughter dance started. The bride was stunning, and her father beamed with pride as the two danced to an emotional ballad. A wave of sadness hit you. You would never experience a moment like that, and it carved a deep wound in your chest. Your father didn’t want to have anything to do with you, not now, and especially not when you were a child. He didn’t want a second kid, he never did, and your family paid the price for that.

“You okay?”

Billy’s words brought you out of your reverie. “I’m fine,” you said in a dismissive tone, telling yourself to snap out of it.

“Everyone’s dancing.”

You scanned the other couples that were now on the dance floor. “I can see that.”

“You want to join them?”

You shook your head ‘no’. “These stilettos are pinching my feet.”

“Take them off.”

You pulled up the table cover to show him a sneak peek of your bare feet. “Already did.”

There was a strange expression on his face as he reached out to caress your hair, his fingers threading through your curls, his hand languidly traveling down to your back. He’d removed his jacket, his collar undone, and you had the sudden urge to kiss every inch of him, lick him, bite him. Fuck him. You turned away immediately, returning your attention to the dance floor.

His thumb caressed the nape of your neck. A casual touch not meant to be sexual – yet it was all you could feel, your focus concentrated on the heat of his skin scorching yours. You felt it with every fiber of your being, the sensation of his idle strokes making you heady.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked from behind.

Your stomach was twisted into knots, body clenched with anticipation. “Sucking you off.”

His thumb stilled immediately. You thought you heard him catch his breath, but maybe you were imagining things. But you definitely sensed his intoxicating gaze boring into your back. You slid your feet back into your heels and stood up, carefully avoiding his gaze. He was everywhere, haunting your thoughts, your mind, surrounding you and making you crazy. You needed to breathe, to get some air and some fucking sense. What was wrong with you? This wasn’t like you.

You rushed out of the reception area, but you weren’t alone. No. Billy was stalking you, trailing behind. You moved to the gardens, away from everyone, knowing full well you were deliberately leading him somewhere isolated. The paved road came to an end, and you took off your shoes again, not wanting the heels to sink into the grassy lawn. Barefooted, you made your way further inside when suddenly he yanked your elbow, whirling you around.

Before you could speak, his mouth was on yours, demanding your complete submission. You groaned against him and he bit your tongue, not too hard, not too soft, driving you out of your mind.

“Why are you fucking with me?” He demanded, pushing you against a vined wall.

You smiled, a Cheshire-cat smile, wicked and sassy as you kissed your way down his chest, undoing his shirt. Your hands and lips marked the contours of his toned frame, his lean abs, quickly and deftly unbuttoning his trousers. He was hard, hard for you, because he wanted you and it was the most powerful feeling in the world. “Because I can,” you whispered. On your knees in front of him, you stared up at him with a seductive smirk. “Because I want to.” You slid down his boxer and pulled out his stiff cock, your fingers wrapping around him oh-so-softly.

Blow jobs were usually a bargaining chip, a way to get what you wanted. But with Billy, you wanted to suck him off. You wanted to see him wild and uncontrolled, losing every coherent thought because your mouth was on him and pleasuring him. He didn’t disappoint, his one hand bracing the wall, the other fisting your hair, his head lolled back, his guttural moans echoing in the air.

His beautiful, pretty cock was full in your mouth, just the right kind of snug fit that made it enjoyable for you. You worked him, teasing him, taunting him, his pre-cum slathering your face. Your movements and his groans formed a communion that further entrenched you two together, heightening the erotic sensation.

And then suddenly, a shrill ring from his phone broke your stupor. Both of you ignored it at first, but the caller didn’t let up.

“Fuck,” he growled, easing his grip on your head.

When you realised he was actually shifting, you pulled away. Swiping the wetness from your mouth, you glared up at him. “Don’t you dare answer it.”

To his credit he ignored it, and you attempted to go down on him again – but the caller refused to let up.

“Let me get rid of ‘em,” he mumbled, reaching to grab his phone.

Irritated, you knelt back on your heels. The second he saw the name of the caller, you felt him withdraw. One minute the two of you were intimately connected, the next you were on your own.

“Hey,” he answered, cradling the phone between his chin and shoulder, pulling up his boxers, his trousers, righting his clothes.

You heard a woman’s voice on the phone, clear as day.

“Where?” he prodded, his back turned to you now.

You stood up, brushing the dirt off your knees.

“I’ll be right there,” he said on the phone before hanging up. A quick glance over his shoulder at you was the only acknowledgement you received. “I have to go. Something’s come up.” Without another word, he left you behind.

Humiliation surged through you. You were discarded, like you were nothing. Tears brimmed in your eyes, your heart hurting along with your pride. Swallowing your tears, you wiped your face with the bottom of your dress and started to walk back to the reception area.

There was a couple walking hand in hand a few feet away, very much in love. It made the pain worse.

All of a sudden Omer came running towards you, concern marking his face. “We’ve been looking for you!” he huffed. “You need to talk some sense into him.” Gripping your elbow, he led you back to the reception area. Instead of going to your seat however, the two of you made your way to the back area where you found Curtis, Maria and a stunning brunette standing alongside Billy.

Curtis looked upset as he confronted both Billy and the brunette. “Are you guys out of your mind? You know how dangerous this is? Dinah, you know better than this!”

“You don’t have to do this, Billy,” Maria pleaded. “Going after them won’t bring back Frank. You know that.”

Billy’s face was blank, revealing nothing, but you noted the twitch in his jaw, the heated gaze he exchanged with Dinah.

Curtis turned to you. “Will you talk him out of this madness?”

“I don’t know what’s going on,” you replied.

Dinah finally broke her silence. “We know the location of those who killed Frank and my brother.”

“Yeah, in Afghanistan,” Omer spat out.

Despite your anger at Billy, the thought of him rushing into danger made you sick to your stomach. “And what, Billy? You want to go after them? Do you know how stupid that sounds? What will that accomplish?” You walked to him, trying to catch his eyes, but he refused to look at you. “This is a stupid fucking thing to do. You see that, don’t you?”

His eyes were cold when he finally met your gaze. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“Are you kidding me? I’m your wife-“

“You’re nothing!” His voice was filled with contempt, disgust masked his face. “You’re only here because I was forced into this fucking farce of a marriage. Did you forget that?”

The world stopped. You wanted to sink into the ground with shame and embarrassment. Everyone’s eyes were on you, watching you, judging you. Like you were nothing. Worthless. Because that’s what Billy had just declared to everyone.

You didn’t respond, you couldn’t. The silence in the air was thick with tension. But you wouldn’t break down, no matter what. Holding your head high, you swallowed the painful lump in your throat and made your way back to the reception area.

Your purse was still tucked under the table where you left it, and you reached out to grab it. Your eyes fell on Billy’s jacket from earlier, still wrapped around the back of the chair beside yours. It took every inch of resolve you had not to spit on the damn thing or burn it to the ground. You glanced up at that moment only to see Billy and Dinah leaving the reception area, his hand tucked around her waist.

Fuck Billy. Fuck Dinah. Fuck everyone else.

You pulled out your phone from the purse and dialed Alistair’s number.

Fuck the deal you made. You had no intention of staying married to the asshole for even a minute longer.

To be continued...

As always, thank you for your patience and support. It means the world to me.

It's my birthday next week and I won't be writing, but I wanted to give you guys a sneak peek of what's coming up in the next chapter.

Calvin squeezed your hand before sliding out of the booth, leaving you by yourself. Smiling, you took a sip of bourbon from his glass but the taste instantly fizzled in your mouth when a new figure slid into the booth. Billy. His hair was longer, his beard heavier, bloodshot eyes staring back at you with fierce rage and contempt.

“Disappointed to see me alive?” he growled.

You stared back at him, your emotions under tight control . It didn’t matter that he was back. He meant nothing to you. Your voice was calm and steady when you spoke next. “Couldn’t care less actually.”

#billy russo x reader #billy russo #ben barnes #the punisher #grudgingly yours

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canonicallyobserving911 · 3 months

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Buck & Eddie: Buck had already found "happiness" before he started searching for it!

The shades of baby blue he wore in S6 illustrates it perfectly.

At the beginning of 6A, I noticed several things about Buck’s clothes including his "looking for ANSWERS uniform" (linked here) and all the "ugly" and "ill fitting" clothes (linked here) he wore during the season. But I also noticed the difference in the vibrancy of the shades of baby blue he wore and it perplexed me but I didn't analyze it because of the way Season 6 ended🙄.

However, last week, while I was searching for scenes in S6 that showed him wearing his "looking for ANSWERS uniform" along with some of the "ill fitting clothes" he wore, I remembered the differences in the shades of baby blue he sported throughout the season and after I finally analyzed it, I developed a theory regarding what it meant and his clothes validated it.

At the end of Season 5, Buck wore a vibrant baby blue suit to Hen and Karen's vow renewal ceremony and that color would be the staple for his journey in Season 6. The shades of baby blue he wore throughout the season were very LOUD and they spoke volumes about all the things he wasn't verbally saying. Everyone knows he had a lot of questions about his life including him wanting to be interim captain, his relationships, his search for happiness, him being a sperm donor and him wanting to be a father but the problem was (and still is since he's still looking for the answers) Buck had already found happiness with Eddie and Chris and the vibrant shades of baby blue he wore in 6x1, 6x2 and 6x13 tell the story while the muted shades he wore in 6x7, 6x8, 6x9 and 6x12 illustrated how he was unsure about the decisions he made or was making.

Before I get started, I want to remind everyone about the way Buck spent the majority of the season "not talking" to the people he should have been talking to (his found family) but his clothes represented how the things he wasn't saying were still being said except it wasn't verbal. His clothes told his story or better yet, how he felt about his decisions.

In 6x1, Buck was cooking for his family, Eddie and Chris and while he was, him and Chris were wearing the same color shirts, i.e., blue, gray and white. Buck’s blue shirt was vibrant and it was in between light and dark (reminder the Diaz family color is navy-blue). It's like the show was saying, HEY BUCK, HERE'S YOUR HAPPINESS SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU AND THEY HAVE A COUCH WHICH IS YOUR COUCH TOO! But he didn't get it.

He was already HAPPY and he was literally cooking a meal for his husband and son.

But in 6x2, he started his search for happiness after he met Lev at the Happiness Convention and the color baby blue he wore started to get lighter and the more he wore it, the more muted it became.

In 6x7, the universe was SCREAMING at Buck and tried to STOP him from donating but he wouldn't listen and the muted color of his baby blue shirt illustrated it wasn't the right decision for him. Also, that shirt was too little and it was ill fitting.

In 6x8, Buck was proud of himself even though the muted color of his baby blue shirt proved he was unsure about his decision. He went to the Renaissance Fair with Hen and Denny but even though he's good friends with her, it was jarring for him to be there with them when her best friend is Chimney and he could have taken Jee-Yun with them. Reminder, Buck was there shopping for Jee-Yun anyway so Chimney could have gone. Also, IIRC, prior to that episode, Buck had only been shown spending time with Hen and Denny in 3x10 while they were at Eddie’s and he was making gingerbread houses with Chris and Denny.

Buck should have been with Eddie and Chris helping Chris get ready for his first dance. The way it was framed, it seemed like he wasn't where he was supposed to be.

In 6x9, he wore another dull baby blue shirt when he was on a four-way call with Hen, Chimney and Eddie. It was the call when he said he was the official creator of new life but the muted color of his shirt illustrated there's a different narrative. It showed he wasn't sure but he was forcing happiness again by trying to be part of a family (Connor's and Kameron's) when he was already happy several episodes earlier with Eddie and Chris.

In 6x12, Buck wore another dull baby blue shirt when he went to his appointment with Dr. Salazar. After he was struck by lightning, he was unsure about EVERYTHING and he admitted to Eddie that he didn't know what he was feeling when he went home... I mean when he fell asleep on his family's couch... I mean when went to the only place he could rest (Eddie’s).

The last time Buck wore baby blue in season 6 was in 6x13 when he was WITH HIS OWN FAMILY. His shirt was vibrant and bright and he was with Eddie and Chris when he wore it.

Reminder, this is the episode when he looked at Eddie after he said "I'm the guy with the answers, I kind of like it". Eddie and Chris are the answers!

Bonus: more proof Buck was trying to force happiness and his clothes illustrated it perfectly!

In 6x10, he wore a too little outfit when he went to pick up Margaret and Phillip from the airport. His muscles are literally bulging in those ankle beaters. It looks like he was trying to FORCE himself into a family that he doesn't belong in (look at the framing in the second photo to see how Buck’s in the background while all the other Buckleys are in the forefront. It's like he's in the dark about another family secret 👀).

His clothes were also too little in 6x4 when he went to ask Hen about being Connor's sperm donor. They were mismatched and his pants were ankle beaters. His shirt was black with tan trimming but his pants were a wine color and he was wearing his white hightops.

Here's proof that shows Buck did NOT dress like this before season 6. His clothes always fit and they weren't too small or mismatched.

In 4x7, he was dressed like he always did in custom fitted clothes.

In 4x3, his clothes fit perfectly (and so did Eddie’s jeans🤪😜).

In 5x14, he was NOT wearing ankle beaters. His clothes were once again custom fitted and who was he with? His family, Eddie and Chris.

If the show isn't trying to insinuate that Buck, Eddie and Chris are already a FAMILY and that Buck already found HAPPINESS, then the question remains, what is happening with Buck’s clothes?

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #911 abc #911 on abc #911 season 6 speculation #911 season 6 #911 season 7 speculation #911 meta #911 speculation

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neteyam having a secret mate and they fuck at the old shack cuz no one goes there. bonus if he had a breeding kink 🤭

YES GOD YES

secrets we share

neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: in which your secret mate meets you at the old shack

warnings: smut!! breeding kink, foul language, dirty talk, oral/fingering (f!receiving), squirting, overstimulation

aged up!neteyam (around 19)

“oh my eywa-“ you whimpered, back arching.

neteyam curled his fingers inside of you, sucking harshly on your clit as you laid on top of the table.

only minutes ago, you were listening to olo’eyktan, jake sully, speak to your people.

but the way neteyam kept looking indirectly at you, licking his lips with a small smirk on his face, it drove you insane.

neteyam and you had made tsaheylu a few months ago. the decision was better kept private, as your parents were very picky about whom your mate will be.

and neither of you could lie, the sneaking around excited you both.

the risk of getting caught, your secret being blown to the whole clan. neteyam wanted everyone to know that you are his in the eyes of eywa, but he knew you wanted to wait and he respected it. he respected you.

you two would often meet in the forest, secret hiding places where you would cuddle under the eclipse or watch the glowing creatures come to life.

but when neteyam was wearing a special beaded necklace with a matching waist band, his braids done neatly, and the loincloth revealing his v-line, you were going mad.

all the girls marveled at the future olo’eyktan, but you knew he was yours. he would only moan your name, cum for you, do anything for you.

and you would do the same.

after the ceremony, neteyam pulled you aside and told you to meet him at site 26, the place his father used to dream-walk.

so now here you were, legs spread wide, head thrown back as you whimpered and squirmed for your mate. your loincloth had been pulled to the side, too desperate to fully take it off.

“‘teyam-“ you moaned, breathing hard as your legs began to shake.

“what is it, ma y/n?” he smirked teasingly at you, loving the way you became a mess for him. only him.

“rutxe (please), rutxe let me cum.” you begged, bucking your hips as he held his tongue out for you to ride.

“come on then, yawntutsyìp (darling).”

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you tugged on neteyam’s braids. he purred into your pussy, the vibration causing you to cum against his mouth.

neteyam sucked you through your orgasm, licking you like his life depended on.

he loved making you cum. knowing the other boys in the clan wished for you to be their mate, while neteyam would fuck you dumb on his cock.

neteyam untied his loincloth, the material dropping to the floor as he allowed you to recover.

his big hands roamed your body before he aggressively flipped you over against the wall, growling at the sight of your tail waving highly at him. he ripped your loincloth in half, causing you to gasp but your mate just pushed you into the wall further.

“ready for my cock, baby?” he asked out.

his light blue tip was leaking pre cum, the veins protruding as his head throbbed.

“please fuck me, ‘teyam.” you begged out, hands gripping the broken window seal.

you leaned your head back, a sign he took as you wanting a kiss. he planted his lips on yours as he pushed himself in, your cunt stretching to the size of his huge cock as you mewled.

“so big, neteyam…” whining at the girth and length, your head fell as you bit your lip.

neteyam loved when you complimented him like that. it fueled his ego, but he would never admit that.

“gonna make you scream for me, honey.” neteyam began moving his hips, deep thrusts hitting your cervix as you whimpered.

“oh my eywa-“ you repeated. neteyam was panting behind you. he grabbed your tail, pulling you back towards him as you moaned our from the sudden pain.

“you like that, huh?” he thrusted harder, your knees already growing weak.

“‘s so good, so good,” you whined.

neteyam leaned forward and bit your shoulder, not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave fang marks. you rolled your head back and rested it on his shoulder, your mate leaning down to kiss you.

he picked up your leg, the new angle causing him to go deeper inside of you.

“neteyam-“

“that’s right, ma y/n. say my name.”

neteyam kept pounding away at you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your second orgasm approached.

“i’m gonna cum, ‘teyam.” you announced.

“come on, ‘evenge (girl).”

he rubbed your clit as you came all over his cock, the clenching causing him to go feral.

“gonna put a fucking baby in you. you want that? huh?” he kept fucking into you, the overstimulation making your head fuzzy.

“whole village is going to see you knocked up, carrying my baby. answer me.” he roughly tugged on your hair, causing you to look back at him.

“yes! please give me your baby, neteyam!” you cried out.

“gonna show all those other skxawngs (idiots) who you really belong to, eh? let them know you’re all mine.”

you were so lost in the pleasure you didn’t even realize neteyam’s rambles.

the boy felt his stomach tighten, his balls clench as he was desperate to come.

“beg for my cum.”

“please cum in me, neteyam! please, i’ve been a good girl, i want your babies!” you were about to burst from your third orgasm.

his pelvis roughly hit your ass and his balls slapped your clit. reaching down once more, he rubbed the nub in quick circles.

“take it.” he released his cum, the warm liquid spurting inside of you causing you to scream as you orgasmed again.

neteyam had to hold you up as your entire body shook, a surprised smirk on his face when he realized you squirted all over his cock and abs.

“good girl.” neteyam cooed, pulling his limp cock out of you. he pushed his cum back inside with his fingers, causing you to whimper as he licked them clean.

“you okay, ma y/n?” he asked, the aggressiveness he previously had completely gone.

“so much,” you leaned onto your mate for support.

he pressed kisses to your forehead and temple, walking back to one of the bunks before laying gently on it. both of your legs hung off the bed, but it felt nice to be against neteyam’s bare body.

“i love you, ma neteyam.” you kissed his jaw tiredly.

“i love you, ma y/n.” he kissed you on the nose, one of his favorite places to kiss on your body.

you smiled, snuggling into his chest.

“do you think they will have a spare loincloth in here?” you joked.

neteyam tiredly laughed, pulling you further into him. the sky was dark outside.

“i will make sure you do not go back naked. only i may see you like that.” he smiled.

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tags: @mayhemories @useryourbut

#simpforboys #neteyam x you #neteyam sully #neteyam x y/n #neteyam #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully smut #neteyam smut #neteyam fluff #neteyam sully x y/n #avatar 2022 #avatar #this is filthy #my mouth hurts

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enchanted- tom blyth | ch. 6 (includes ch.7 TEASER)

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✦vi.

when you woke up, you woke up to notifications. and lots of them. texts from all your friends. they were all something along the lines of,

"were you on a date with the guy in your movie?"

"girl, have you checked tmz?"

"im so jealous rn. check instagram."

oh. god. you immediately opened instagram, and there it was. the first post.

"actor y/n spotted with tom blyth on coffee date!" connected to the headliner, was a photo of the two of you through the window of the coffee shop. this was going to blow up. it already had, according to your friends. you weren't sure what to do. do you reach out to tom? is that weird? you were going to see him tonight anyways. you texted your closest friend, who reassured you that if you wanted to shut this rumor down, you could. but did you want to? what if you didn't, and tom did? the only thing you could think to do was bring it up to tom at the party.

...

the playlist you had made to get ready for tonight was unbeatable. you were always the playlist maker in high school. there was always a song that fit the vibe perfectly in your back pocket. you had named this playlist "what is even going on." you felt it fit right because truly, what was going on. why all the sudden hints, and now the articles? you weren't complaining, per se, but the switch up was pretty weird.

according to tom's completely blunt description of the party, it was 'less formal', which gave you the idea that he didn't want to tell you it was a rager. so, you dressed appropriately. on your way there, you stopped for food, because you weren't sure what type of food would be there. when you arrived at his rental home, there was a valet outside, which made you question if this was actually a rager. you valeted your car, tipped the worker a few bucks, and made your way inside.

when you walked in, the lights were dimmed, there was pop music playing, a bar, and a group of people dancing. but it was nothing compared to what you imagined. you realized that maybe hollywood people don't have full on ragers. it looked like a lot of fun. you placed your coat on the coat rack and walked in. you headed straight for the bar. you needed a shot for confidence. when you approached the bar, you ordered, and took your shot. then, you wandered. looking for anyone you recognized.

eventually, you found yourself talking to someone you had met at an awards ceremony a few years ago. they were a year older than you, and according to them, had just landed a major role.

"well, remember me when your famous." you said. she laughed. you ended the conversation as she found another friend of hers. you looked around, but it was a sea of unknown faces, and still no tom. you decided to plop yourself on the couch. hopefully someone would approach you. you began to watch the people.

you loved people watching. watching people dance, drink, laugh, you loved it. it was so nice to see into other peoples lives, and forget about your own. just by watching their actions, you could tell so much about a person. you could watch people for hours on end.

"i had thought you bailed." you heard. someone sat down next to you, and tom got your attention. when you looked at him, you swore you felt lightheaded. he was wearing slack-esqe pants, with his silky button up shirt not very buttoned up. in fact, there was maybe three buttons still buttoned. jesus. you weren't sure how much more of this you could take.

"i would never. i've just been lost in this sea of people, couldn't find you." you replied. he laughed. his hair was slightly wet, which gave you the inclination to believe that he had been dancing. that must have been why you didn't see him. there had been at least 30 people dancing in that pile. you noticed the thing chain around his neck, and his one earring. not many people talked about his earring. but you noticed it the first time you met him. you loved it.

"i'm assuming you've seen the stories?" he asked, his smile dropped slightly. you thought you were going to have to bring it up first, but clearly not.

"i would have to live under a rock to not have." you replied. he nodded, thinking for a moment. you decided to keep talking. "but look, there's nothing we can say to change the stories. i'm trying not to think about it or get to involved." you said. he nodded again.

"you're right. you're so right. and I'm glad you are because honestly i came over here and had no idea what to say about it. so thanks for being on top of it." he replied. you smiled at him. he smiled back. and then you were silent for a few seconds.

"so, this is quite a party." you gestured to the room.

"it's really not. but thanks anyways. i was originally going to have a quieter party, like rachels, but my friends convinced me to have a bit more, 'fun' with it, i guess? it's stupid. we're not in college anymore." he looked around the room before returning his gaze to you.

"sometimes people need this kind of fun though, especially in this industry. every single party and gala and ceremony or gathering is on television and photographed, and it's nice to just have a fun party again." you commented. he agreed with you.

"im going to go get us a drink, ok? what do you want." you told him he could bring you anything, and he was off. however, it was not long until someone took his seat. you recognized him as brady, from rachels party. although this time, he was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. his hair was a mess. clearly he didn't put himself together for this. and mostly, he reeked of alcohol. you did not want to talk to him.

"hey pretty, remember me?" he said. he plopped his head down on the cushion. you rolled your eyes.

"yes, i do, brady. what do you want." you asked. he threw his arm up on the cushion on the couch. not technically on you, but it still made you uncomfortable. you scooted away slightly.

"nothing, nothing, i just wanted to know if you were enjoying the party?" he was slurring his words. looking at him, he looked tired. even worse, he had another drink in his hand, probably after a lot of others.

"yeah, i am, but shouldn't you lay off the drinking dude? you look pretty drunk." he did not like that.

"i am literally fine, back off girl." you were searching for a way out of this situation. no one was paying attention to the two of you. "besides, i want to keep talking to you." this time, he put his hand on your knee. that was enough.

"alright no, i'm not doing this." you tried to get up but he moved his hand from the cushion onto your shoulders, and applied pressure. he was trying to trap you. "hey, dude get off. i'm serious." you tried to remember the self-defense you had learned, but in this moment of panic, nothing came to mind. you froze. "get off. get off!" you kept repeating it, but he kept getting closer. he tried to kiss your neck, and he was trying to slide his hand up the back of your shirt.

things were starting to blur, nothing was helping. you starting kicking but you couldn't get your feet where they needed to be. the room felt like it had started spinning. the music louder, the people louder and faster, the lights darker and darker.

"hey! hey! get the fuck away from her." you heard someone begin to speak, but he wasn't getting off. then you heard a crack and a few thumps. he stopped. someone grabbed your hand and you followed them into a room. your eyes were blurring from tears, but the lights were on in this room. "sit down." your eyes finally cleared, the spinning had finally stopped, and you finally recognized that tom was standing in front of you.

you took a few deep breaths.

"are you ok?" he asked. he sat down next to you, and put both hands on your shoulders, signaling you to try to stop tensing, when you finally did, he let go. you hadn't responded to him yet. you were still processing what just happened.

"i think so. i mean, obviously no, i'm not, but i'm doing ok." he got up and entered the bathroom, and returned with a box of tissues. you took one and wiped your nose, and eyes.

"good. i'm going to text someone to call the police on him, make him leave." he assured you. his voice made you realize what he had actually done for you.

"tom, did you actually hit him?" you asked.

"um, yeah, i beat the shit out of that man." you couldn't help but laugh. he had managed to make you laugh after everything that just happened. "i may have broke his jaw, but then again, i wasn't aiming for any particular area. i wasn't thinking. i just needed him to get off you." you saw his face grow more somber. you remembered him mentioning to you that he had known brady almost his whole life. "i wouldn't have imagined in my wildest dreams that brady would have done that. he just lost all my respect."

"thank you, tom, for getting me out." you saw him peer down at his phone.

"don't thank me. i feel so guilty that i left you there. i should have known , or something."

"hey. there is no way that you could have known that was going to happen. don't beat yourself up about it." out of impulse, you placed your hand on his face. he didn't shift, didn't move, nothing. in fact, you swore you felt him relax a little at your touch.

"i already have. why would i assume that with all the men at the party, not one would touch you?"

"it's not something anyone expected to happen. please, please don't get mad at yourself." he nodded. then he looked at you, and he didn't stop. the two of you seemed to be getting closer, then. you realized that you were. the two of you were leaning in. eventually, you closed your eyes expecting a kiss.

"no." you heard. you opened your eyes. he was shaking his head, looking down.

"what?" you asked. your stomach immediately dropped.

"i won't kiss you. not right now." he answered. you straightened up your posture.

"why not...but..you just.."you began to stutter.

"y/n, you were just panicked, and almost taken advantage of, and even though, i really would like to kiss you, i feel like by doing so i am also taking advantage of you." he seemed to be kicking himself over this. "your in a state of shock that i have seen before. if your not thinking straight, i don't want to do this, not right now at least." you sat there for a moment. was he right? you realized that it was really hard to decide. you said nothing. "y/n, listen. the police are here, and i'm going to go talk to them. stay in here." then he left.

after he closed the door. there was only one thing you could think about:

'i really would like to kiss you'

but he didn't. you didn't kiss. he got up, and left.

...

next thing you know, he was driving you back to your house. you had heard some yelling when the police arrived, and the party ended as soon as they arrived. you supposed that no one really wanted to party anymore after a man was arrested for attempted assault.

about five minutes later, once you heard all the voices stop, tom came back in. he told you he was taking you home, and then, once you had stood up, he hugged you. you held the hug for an entire minute. you really needed it.

on the way home, you called your closest family member and cried to them.

once home, tom waited for you to shower, and get in bed before he finally left.

what a night.

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TEASER FOR CHAPTER SEVEN

you had spent the entire rest of that second day in bed. you canceled the meeting you had planned, and just sat in bed. you slept a little, cried a little, and most of all, you had texted with tom occasionally. he checked in almost every hour of the day.

when you woke up the day after that, you woke up to no notifications. so you decided to check social media. bad idea. after a few scrolls, another post from tmz popped up. but it wasn't about you and tom. instead, it read:

RACHEL ZEGLER AND TOM BLYTH DATING RUMORS ARISE.

#tom blyth #jhkfan123 #hollywood #fame #coriolanus snow #hunger games #rachel zegler #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x reader #coriolanussnow #coryo #tom blyth x you #tom blyth fanfiction #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth x reader #hungergames #tbosas #snow lands on top

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the-badger-mole · 5 months

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AU Bot Plot: Can't Waste a Good Party

It was a disastrous wedding. Katara had been dubious about accepting a catering job for her older brother's college friend's wedding, having been warned by so many other wedding vendors never to work for friends and family. She thought it would be fine since she'd never actually met Zuko, and his insanely rich family had offered her a generous bonus on top of her full fee. It had been hard to turn down, especially since her business was still so new.

The wedding, Sokka had told his sister, was between Zuko and his off again/on again girlfriend, Mai. Privately, Sokka had told Katara, he wasn't thrilled that Zuko was marrying a woman Sokka had dubbed an emotional succubus, but Mai's father owned a company that Zuko's father wanted closer professional ties to. Hence why Ozai Kaji was spending a fortune on his son's wedding. Katara thought it was a bit antiquated use an arranged marriage that way, but it was none of her business as long as the check cleared. And it did.

Now Katara was glad that she'd added a no refunds clause to her contract. The bride hadn't shown up. No call; no note; no friend to tell Zuko and the gathered families what happened. She just didn't show up. And poor Zuko was left standing at the altar looking hurt, embarrassed and confused while around him the guests were in an uproar.

Sokka, proving himself the right choice for best man, snuck Zuko out the back while Ozai and Mai's father, Ukano shouted back and forth about what this meant for their business ventures. The wedding was taking place at a sprawling resort hours away from anyone's home, so leaving wasn't really an option that night. Sokka had made a call, a few guests who'd been sat in the back row snuck out as the warring families hurled insults and abuses back and forth. No one else had even thought of the reception yet.

Katara took no convincing, and with the wedding planner still tied up at the ceremony venue, there was no one to stop a party from happening. Sokka and Zuko's uncle, Iroh, convinced the jilted groom that he needed to eat, and there was no sense in letting good food go to waste. Iroh had offered to sponsor the bar that evening as a wedding present, and saw no need to change that plan, though now he paid the venue owner to keep out anyone else from the wedding unless he or Sokka said they could come in. They had some serious bucking up to do that evening.

"I'm sorry this happened to you, man," Sokka was saying as he pressed a glass of whiskey into Zuko's hand. "But I've gotta tell ya, I always thought Mai was wrong for you. She was so mean! I couldn't understand why you put up with her. Father or no."

"Sokka's right," said Suki. "I know you kept saying she made you happy, but all you two ever talked about was how miserable you were."

"I never said I was miserable," Zuko protested. "I said we hate the same things."

"Oh, and that's such a healthy foundation for a marriage," Suki snorted.

"Well, we can't all be you two," Zuko waved between Sokka and Suki. "So grossly into each other."

"Oh, trust me," Suki raised her brow at Zuko. "You and Mai were plenty gross." Zuko scowled at his friends, and then slumped back into his seat with a groan.

"I'll never find anyone else," he said. "Mai was the only one who would even consider marrying me."

"You'll find someone else," Sokka promised. "Dude, you're a total catch! Suki, back me up."

"You are an absolute hottie," Suki affirmed. "If I wasn't madly in love with Sokka, I'd take a run at you myself."

"Alright, that's enough!" Sokka tossed a crumpled napkin at Suki.

"What?" Suki laughed. "I was just cheering him up."

"I'm glad you two are able to find things to laugh about," Zuko cut in. "It's not like my life is falling apart or anything."

"Sorry, man," Sokka said, patting Zuko's back. "We're just trying to help."

"Then let me go back to the hotel," Zuko snapped.

"It's better to lay low here," Sokka insisted. "Iroh's got the front door covered, so none of your crazy family can get in. If you go back to the hotel, everyone's going to be hounding you. We've got a party of ten here with no crazy aunts or in-laws or fathers. We've got food, we've got booze. Once Jin figures out how to connect her phone to the sound system, we'll have all the sad music you want." Sokka looked around conspiratorially and then whispered to Zuko. "Plus, I have it on good authority that Jin might be happier than most that your wedding got cancelled, if you know what I mean."

"Sokka," Suki chided.

"What, baby?" he looked at Suki with wide eyes. "I didn't say you told me."

"Sokka!"

"What's my brother done now?"

"Hey! Here's the world's greatest chef!" Sokka cheered. "Is dinner ready or what?"

"I was just coming to let you know we'll be setting it out soon. I'm sorry it wasn't ready. I was anticipating more time." Zuko turned to say something, but then he froze.

"It's fine," Suki said quickly. "The appetizers are delicious."

"And the bar's open, so we're all good," Sokka said. Katara raised her brow at her brother.

"I see," she said. Then she turned to Zuko with what she hoped was a professionally sympathetic face. "I'll get the food set up, and then I'll be out of your way."

"You can stay," Zuko said hurriedly. He ducked his head and shrugged. "If you want. It's...it's not like you need to work the reception anymore."

"I don't want to intrude," Katara started.

"No, stay!" Suki insisted. "You've worked hard. You deserve a break. Right, Zuko?"

"Yeah, sis!" Sokka pressed. "Join the party! Zuko just dodged a nuclear missile. We need to fill him with booze and food and cake until he recognizes this was a good thing."

"Sokka!" Katara gasped. She rolled her eyes and turned to Zuko. "I apologize for my brother. He was taught better, but I guess it didn't stick."

"It's fine," Zuko said. "And it's fine if you stay."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Suki said, pulling out the seat between her and Zuko.

#atla #zutara #sukka #au bot plots #runaway bride #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

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try-set-me-on-fire · 8 months

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Tagged by @devirnis for Fuck it Friday! I thought of a way to do the lightning strike in the people become invisible to Buck when they’re close to death au… started writing it this morning…

In May, Buck stands in Hen and Karen's backyard with Eddie's arm around his waist. He'd cried through the ceremony because weddings always make him cry no matter who’s at the alter, but specifically because it was Hen and Karen and they'd looked so beautiful and so happy and he loves them so, so much.

It had been a rough year but he's standing in Hen and Karen's backyard and Eddie's arm is around his waist and he's coming back to work soon. He looks beautiful and happy, too, face no longer gaunt, exhausted, afraid. Afternoon sun hits his flushed skin and Buck never wants to look away.

He's standing in Hen and Karen's backyard with Eddie's arm around his waist and Karen grins at him and asks "So, when is it your turn?"

"Oh," he laughs a nervous laugh, eyes skittering off Eddie into the bushes. "Uh- I mean, he's already done the whole marriage thing, I don't know if…"

"Buck," Eddie says, and when Buck looks back at him he finds nothing but love there. "Sure I'll marry you."

"Oh," Buck says, and his voice is strange and every part of him not anchored to the weight and warmth of Eddie's arm pressed through their suits feels very far away.

Eddie turns more into him, kisses him twice. "Buck," he laughs, a sound that makes Buck feel more drunk than the champagne. "Marry me. Please, will you marry me?"

He nods, frantically, and as Eddie laughs again Buck says "Next year, next- in the summer, the- the end of summer, right before school. Sunsets- that's when the best sunsets are."

Oh, his smile, oh, his smile. "It's a date," Eddie says, joy all over him, and Buck curls down into his arms. He can feel Eddie’s nose pressed into the side of his head. "I have to get you a ring," he says, still laughing, a little wet this time. As Buck cries into Eddie's nice suit jacket their family around them laugh, too.

In the fall, Buck begins to disappear.

He thinks he imagined it, the first time. They're on route to a traffic collision and Buck glances down at his hand and for a split second only sees the red of the door behind it. He flinches bad enough, yanking his now solid hand in for closer inspection, that Eddie taps his knee.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, uh," Buck tears his eyes away from familiar calluses and freckles. "Thought I saw a spider."

Eddie makes a face and casts a distrusting look around the cabin, and that's the end of it.

A week later Buck raises a hand to shield his eyes from the sun and the light comes right through.

But I'm getting married, he thinks, like that has ever stopped a tragedy before.

@rewritetheending @shortsighted-owl @rogerzsteven @forthewolves @thewolvesof1998 @wildlife4life @buckactuallys @burins if you have anything to share!

#basically just what if Buck knew he was going to die throughout season 6 but not specifically how or when #he’s not going to have a good time!#chasing that car on the bike because he’s so tired of just waiting terrified at least if it happens around his team maybe they can save him #im not sure if he’ll go for the sperm donor thing because that seems more complicated with a fiancé #but he sure will think about what he’s leaving behind in the world #he’s a mess and Eddie is so worried but then it happens he’s struck by lightning he dies #and then he wakes up #so now what #tag games

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THINGS THAT ARE IN THE TOP GUN BOOK BUT NOT THE MOVIE

this list is long and i ramble so idk how much is understandable sorry i just ramble cause i feel some need explanations. I may have missed some difference cause some of it was just a change in dialogue or something simple i tried to just stick with up noticeable differences or things that felt more important. Y'all can ask me about any of these if you want and if i didn't explain it much or like want to see the page in the book.

maverick has a younger brother named Barney who is 3/4 years younger than him

maverick Dad was a test pilot and was part of testing the F-14s before getting called up to the war

Mavericks dad‘s name is Rick Mitchell, and when he died they gave him a Navy cross but just mailed it to them instead of doing an official ceremony (since they think he's a traitor or whatever shit lie they are telling people)

after they found out they were going to top gun they went out onto the bow of the ship and then yelled into the night that they were getting to go to top gun

they have goose and maverick ride on maverick's motorcycle before they have to go to Miramar they’re just driving around San Diego when they are stopped by California highway patrol because Maverick is speeding (he was going about 115 mph but then when he tells the cop how fast he was going he says he was going Mark .15 or 1/60 the speed of sound)

goose and Maverick got a police escort to base because Maverick talked his way out of the speeding ticket

‘ shit, mav - you saved cougar. looks like the tale got all twisted up crooked somehow’ goose said (after they talked with slider at the bar cause he brings up them taking cougars spot and without ice)

“Figured it out yet” ….“Who’s the best pilot” (ice) “ i know who the best is” maverick answered “ now i didn’t say the luckiest” (ice) (this was more just like a conversation change but still)

mav jokes goose owes him 50 when him and charlie leave the bathroom (even tho they did nothing)

They have a whole moment of mav getting fully suited up and like going thru the whole pre flight check with him suit and equipment and explaining some of the things he’s wearing and has on him for survival if needed (little details like were so nice and just cool to see)

Goose starts the convo about them flying inverted and that they saw a mig and then mav comes in and brings up more about it ( they both kinda equally talked not just mav with random bits from goose)

Viper seems aware that charlie and maverick are messing around but idk how much he fully knows he just seems to see/hears them talking before they start flying

They make a point to say mav always keeps his promises especially the ones to himself (the foreshadowing)

They try to hide charlie and mavs relationship more in the book

The volleyball game starts like 30 minutes before mav is supposed to be at charlies and goose comes to get mav, he tries to get out of it and then goose starts saying ice and slider called mav chicken shit and they need to defend his honor

Goose and carole were childhood friends to lovers like they started dating in high school and bradley is only 1 and half when they are at top gun ( goose talks about how before they come to visit he is afraid bradley isn’t going to remember him)

Goose also calls carole his lifeline and his reality

We learned where in tennesse carole and goose are from (it’s buck holler)

They don’t sing great balls of fire at the bar instead goose plays bartender during that scene and bradley isn't with them (goose still says great balls of fire during some of his other lines though)

Penny is never mentioned ( or admirals daughter)

They mention goose putting the ejection lever in pilot position meaning maverick was in control of the ejection commands

After the accident mav is stuck in the water for a while before finally getting into the inflatable raft in his survival pack and he falls asleep or passes out and then when he comes to again he finally pulls goose up on to the raft with him after cutting him free from his parachute and the other debris from the crash (its sunset when he comes to and dark by the time he gets goose on his raft)

When mav gets checked over by medical he also gets told he should go to therapy every once in a while to talk and he agrees but its obvious he wont do it

When charlie picks him up after his eval she mentions that she was with carole and bradley while he was in medical and i just am confused by that but whatever they wanted i guess

Charlie also gives him this speech about he just needs some time between him and the accident and that times the only miracle and he said if its a miracle he wants yesterday back so he can have goose back and like they talk more but he blames himself because it was his hand and his brain

They kind of implied that carole and goose had an apartment they were in the middle of moving into cause mav has to pack up what was left in his room on the base

When carole does the speech about goose loving to fly with maverick and that he’d fly without him if he had too, its in the apartment and at the end of the conversation mav hears bradley ask for carole calling her mama ( he calls him baby boy brad)

Mav calls himself a killer cause it seem like not one willingly want to fly with him each time they go after cause they hint he's with a different RIO each time he flies after the accident

When mav quits he packs all his stuff while the rest of the guys are in the locker room and tells them he is saving them the paperwork

Wolfman gives mav a speech outside the locker room trying to talk him out of quitting before we see him make the phone call to charlie (which is longer in the book)

The speech with viper takes place on the beach more while viper is out with his son rather than at his house and then out on a walk and he doesn’t explain what duke did to save the other people

His options weren’t just quitting or graduating he was told he could just not finish and go back to his old squadron, go back to top gun and finish cause they weren't that close to graduation or he could quit

Maverick asks Merlin to be his RIO but doesn’t want him to feel forced to so if he hadn’t said yes someone else would have been picked

hollywood, wolfman and mav seem to be a lot closer than the movie makes them

They had the wingman speech take place in the ready room instead of on the deck and maverick is literally in his underwear it sounds like cause they make the comment his pants are down around his ankles (which what a funny thing like they are all in the locker room changing after they had the moment on the deck)

Mav also takes the tape with goose name off his locker before he throws his dogtags out to see (which was stupid imo cause he still holds on to his dads navy cross)

We see maverick start his instructor gig at top gun with his first class before the last bar scene with charlie (who is back cause she has a new job that brought her back to top gun)

#top gun 1986 #top gun (book)#i am so sorry this is so long #idk what to put in the tags so I'll tag some characters but not a lot just to not be annoying #pete 'maverick' mitchell #tom 'iceman' kazansky #nick ‘goose’ bradshaw

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