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RENAISSANCE POSTERS - BEYONCÉ 2022
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“it should cost a billion to look this good.” - BEYONCÉ
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RENAISSANCE WORLD TOUR 🪩
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We’ll Be Fine -14- (Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x f!Reader)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the original source material or any of its characters.
she/her pronouns + female anatomy
Category: slice of life, slow burn, mutual pining
Warnings: 18+, SMUT, swearing, eye contact, p-in-v sex, unprotected sex, over-stimulation, multi-orgasm, creampie, soft Ghost, anxiety, scars, tattoos, fluff
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Summary: Ghost shows up at your room late at night, he just got back and has been gone longer than expected. You missed him a lot and things get out of hand (≖ᴗ≖)
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Part 14
~UNDONE~
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You’ve been trying your best to keep the negative thoughts at bay, it's not abnormal for missions to take longer than expected. But Ghost's vague estimate of a few weeks left you unsettled, even more so as time started to pass. A few weeks had turned into a few months, as life slogged by on base around you. Keeping yourself weighed down with busy work while your mind drifts.
Things take time, hell, you know that from experience. Even so, you’ve been worried about him, it's started affecting your already inconsistent sleep schedule. And dammit, you missed having tea with him in the morning!
You'd been brooding in your room since completing your work for the day, curled up in bed wearing Ghost’s hoodie. You're thankful he never asked for it back, in moments like these it was one of the only things that kept you grounded. Snuggling into the garment and taking a deep breath. It's been a while but somehow his scent still lingers in the fabric, or maybe it’s just some wishful thinking on your part.
Fuck, you're a wreck…
A sudden knocking on your door startles you from your position on the bed. Staring perplexed, why would someone be here this late? There's a sudden spark of fear that shoots through you, with the odd hour, what if it's bad news? You're frozen there for a moment, feet dangling off the edge of the mattress. Anxiety sitting cold in your gut as you just stare blankly through the darkness.
Until another knock erupts from the other side of the barrier, louder this time. You spring from the bed, the fear overtaken by curiosity. Whoever it is better have a good reason for waking you… Well, you technically weren't asleep, but you should be. You hastily unlock the door to peek your head out, only to be greeted by a broad chest.
There in your doorway, looking a little worse for wear is Ghost.
You're struck by the view of him standing there clad in that worn mask with the skull face plate. You've seen him wearing it on more than a few occasions, usually when he's on his way off base for work. It's rather intimidating, you're sure it serves its purpose out in the field. But if you're being completely honest, it's always left you feeling a little heated.
“You’re home,” dazed words escape you, feeling foolish at your choice of phrasing.
“Did I wake you?” He's grasping the door frame with a gloved hand, peering down at you with mild concern. Did he strip his gear off and immediately come looking for you? When did he even get back?
“No, I couldn't sleep… You can sit down,” you mutter, turning on the light and motioning him in. Taking one last glance out into the vacant hallway before closing the entry after him. Leaving you alone in the quiet of your room with Ghost, who's stripped off his jacket and taken a seat at your desk chair. Your frazzled mind is racing while you try to keep your rapidly slipping composure. The space grows quieter by the moment as he sits there staring at the ground between you.
“Everything ok?” You ask, but his mind is somewhere else, “Simon?” Stepping forward you stand in front of his seated form. The sound of his name coaxes his gaze up to meet yours, and fire erupts in his dark eyes.
“I’m fine,” he mutters.
“I was worried about you,” the words fumble from your lips as you take another step forward to stand between his widened legs.
“That why you're moping about your room… In my clothes?” He's smirking beneath the fabric of the mask, very obviously taking in your form before him. You can’t help but feel naked under his heavy gaze despite the oversized garment.
Observing wordlessly as he removes his gloves, and rests a now bare appendage at the hem of the sweatshirt. Your eyes are locked, as he searches for any sign of hesitation. Caressing the delicate skin of your thigh before trailing up to halt at the waistband of your shorts. Heartbeat hammering away in your chest as he dips a finger beneath the thin fabric. Dragging it down till the garment slips, pooling at your feet. A shaky breath escapes you as his lingering touch skims back up your leg to rest on your bare hip.
“Nothin' under those, you waiting up for me?” He murmurs darkly, eyes burning into yours.
“I missed you,” the words slip out as he lazily pulls you down to settle into his lap without resistance.
You reach out to caress the side of his face, thumb brushing over the rigid material of the weathered mask. He's watching you, curiously eyes meeting yours. Embarrassment creeps in as he catches your dreamy stare. Looking away with blushed cheeks and shifting restlessly.
“You seem to like this one,” he coaxes, tugging you further against him, putting an end to your weak attempt at retreat.
“I never said that,” you mutter defensively, caught off guard by his accusation, not that it wasn’t true…
“Don’t have to, I've caught you staring at me,” he pauses, “guess I never thought that was why.”
The dry words only further your embarrassment, as your head slumps against his shoulder to hide your feverish complexion.
Suddenly you’re hoisted upwards, choking down a shaky breath as the stiffness of him presses against you. Your legs braced around him as he makes his way over to your bed, lowering you onto the cot and caging you beneath him. As your body sinks into the thin mattress pad your mind is suddenly plagued with doubt, insecurity sparking in your chest.
“You're sure?… You were gone a while” you murmur awkwardly, propping yourself onto your elbows as you peer up at his looming figure.
“I’ve been waiting so patiently, love,” his words drip with desperate sincerity, that fire smoldering in his eyes as he descends upon you.
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His hands work their way up your sides to snake beneath the material of the sweatshirt. Pulling the garment over your head and tossing it onto your desk chair. Your bare state would have felt unjust if his own shirt hadn't followed suit immediately after.
Leaving you laying there trying not to gawk, while nimble hands make quick work of his belt. Freeing the beast that's clearly trapped within the confines of his pants. To say the scale was daunting would be an understatement, but lying there beneath his toned figure, you were more than willing to accommodate.
“You ready for me?” He drawls, stroking his hard cock as he gazes down at your exposed form, like he's about to devour you.
“I’m all yours,” you coo as he brushes your entrance. Slowly teasing his head in and out of your already dripping slit, taking care to drag across your needy flesh till your thighs are twitching with building anticipation. A tightly coiled spring ready to burst, trembling and desperate for more.
The impatience quickly takes hold, hooking your knee over his hip to pull him deeper into you as he hisses out a curse. Consumed by the satisfying pleasure of being filled to the brim, his name uttered as a breathy sigh escaping your lips. Glazed eyes half-lidded as he admires your blissed expression, all for him.
“Fuck, you're tight” he rasps, the pressure building as your release begins to spill over. Gripping your knee, he pushes your leg up to split you open for his greedy length.
Gasping out in desperation, you arch to meet the friction of his rhythmic thrusts. Chasing that perfect angle, body tensing as you pulse with crackling pleasure. Riding out your orgasm all the while swimming in his murky gaze. The feeling of unraveling in his hands, fallen apart and at his mercy.
It's overwhelming.
Catching notice of your unrest, his pace slows as you try to catch your breath. But your eyes are downcast, suddenly afraid to meet his stare.
Icy doubt licking at your chest.
“Keep your eyes on me love,” hushed words murmured against your ear. You suck in a sharp breath, swallowing down a whimper as his heat leaves you. He grasps your chin with a firm hand, forcing you to meet his sharp gaze. Expecting to face the reaper, only to catch sight of his bare stumbled jaw. Your eyes lock for a long moment, the mask is gone. You're left gaping at him, eyes wide and startled.
“You alright?” His words are short, concern sparking in his stare.
You're so used to anonymity, it's easy to never see someone's face when you're sitting behind a computer all day. There was always that sliver of secrecy with Ghost until this moment, and it had always felt normal. Even so, it's still his eyes that draw you in, his trust in you is so blatant now. Every ounce of anonymity was stripped away, Simon caging you beneath him.
“I’m good,” you mutter through a sigh, leaning into his touch as his hold relaxes to caress your flushed face. His tense features unwinding at the view of you smiling up at him.
“Bend over for me love, I want to look at you, all of you,” he murmurs, your eyes held in his tender gaze.
Pulling you from your lying position, to bend you over the bed before him. Anxiety creeping in again as he admires your form from behind, feeling utterly vulnerable under his heavy gaze. But this heat washes over you, like he’s engulfed you in the fire smoldering in his eyes.
“Pretty little thing,” he breathes, running a hand down the length of your back, thumb tracing along the curve of your spine. He can feel the scars that lie beneath the white of your tattoo, a reminder of where you've been, how you got to him.
“Look how easy you’ve come undone for me,” he teases, an evident smirk in his tone.
Your back arches as he drags the head of his cock over your already sensitive flesh. Entering you again from your position bent over the bed. Your leg lowers to the floor to retain your balance as he presses deeply into your soaked folds. Simon letting out a low grumble of a moan as he thrusts to bury himself completely within you.
“Fuck, you're so wet,” he groans.
A strained wine escapes your lips at the friction, vision losing its focus momentarily. Craning your head to the side, catching his dark stare out of the corner of your sight.
“Your eyes… Do something to me,” you gasp breathlessly, your heated words gripping him as he continues relentlessly thrusting into you.
“Sensitive,” you sputter, bucking against him as the walls of your heat twitch with building pressure. Rough hands pulling you by the waist to meet his pounding length.
“Good,” he pants, “let go for me.”
Snaking a hand around you to rest the pad of his finger on your swollen clit. The action alone causes your hips to spasm involuntarily from overstimulation. Trembling wrists nearly give way as he circles the tender flesh.
Biting back a gasp as you're pushed over the edge again, your walls clenching around him as another orgasm rolls through you. His large hand cradles your breast, arching your back further as his thrusts grow frantic, cock pulsing as your heat spasm.
“Fuck,” he rasps, groaning as he jerks stiffly within you. Release spilling over, your body pressed against him, his breath hot in your ear. You shudder as his cock throbs, filling you with warmth, and you're unable to suppress the soft moan that escapes your lips.
His fingers curl into your side as he buries his face into your shoulder, thrusting sharply into you once more, completely drained.
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You knew he'd eventually have to leave, but you couldn't help but drift off to sleep nestled against him. Simon's back to the door as he gazes down at you, keeping watch over your resting form.
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The mask has returned when you wake sometime later, to a hand brushing the stray hair from your face. He murmurs something but you don't quite catch it through the haze of your slumber. In your foggy state, you completely miss him nabbing the mug off your desk before heading out the door.
The sound fully rips you from your stupor as you sit up in your cold bed, realizing you're once again alone in your room. You contemplate letting sleep take hold, but instead get up to re-clothe yourself in the sweatshirt he'd discarded on the chair. You feel kinda pathetic laying there sulking again in his absence, missing the furnace of a man in your bed...
But your thoughts are halted by a firm knocking on the door. Before you can second-guess yourself, you're already yanking the entry open. And there he is standing outside your door again, but now holding two cups of tea. Changed out of his dirty clothes from earlier, but still wearing that mask… 
What a fucking tease.
“Told you I'd right be back,” he states plainly, making his way back into the small space and taking a seat at your desk.
Watching amused as you settle back onto your bed. It's quiet as you sip your tea, mask left discarded on your pillow. His short-cropped hair lay disheveled, pressed against his head from the long hours of wear. Calling your name softly, he looks so tired but there's this levity in his eyes.
You might have made a lot of mistakes in life, but meeting Simon Riley wasn't one of them. Looking at you with that tender gaze, it felt like home. Somewhere to return after the horrors of the world take their toll, hands to guide each other through the darkness.
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WELL then, I hope you enjoyed (′ꈍᴗꈍ‵)
Thank you so very much for reading, this is all I have planned for this section of their story. I've got a few related fics/oneshots mulling in my brain so be on the lookout for those and more art!
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@tallrock35 @violet-19999 @hypernovaxx @k4marina @sebsbee @d4z01 @ramadiiiisme @embers-of-alluring @enfppixie
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coc4ine-on-myshirt · 10 months
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Emo boy||B. Kaulitz x f! Reader
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𖤐𐬿 summary: Bill found out about the song you wrote about him.
𖤐𐬿 Contents: mentions of sex (they don’t do it tho) it’s basically just fluff with suggestive themes.
𖤐𐬿 Authors note: sorry if this is bad I honestly didn’t know what to write about, also if people didn’t catch on the song you wrote about him is emo boy by Ayesha erotica except you wrote it in this lol.
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You had gone to the bathroom and stupidly left the sheet of paper with the song written on it on the couch not thinking anyone would pick it up since the band was performing on stage right now.
Bill was just coming backstage for a drink as the band needed a quick break before going back on and hopefully to sneak a quick kiss with you but you were nowhere to be seen so he just shrugged and went and sat on the couch. He looks beside him and spots the piece of paper with the heading ‘emo boy’ at the top. He recognised your handwriting immediately and starts reading it, he didn’t realise straight away that it was about him until it finally clicked. He had a toothy smile on his face, happy that you had wrote a song about him! But his face soon turned into a shocked one as he got to the chorus his face had turned bright red.
But oh as soon as he read the 11 inches part his mind went crazy with thoughts of things he wanted to do to you but he quickly shook them out as soon as he heard you gasp. He looks up to see you in front of him with a embarrassed look.
He looks at the paper then back at you
“ did you write this about me?” He questions you with a small blush tinting his cheeks.
You stood there awkwardly and let out a silent ‘yes’ and looks away from him embarrassed that he had found it. He wasn’t supposed to find out it was only supposed to be between you.
Bill stands up from the couch and walks towards you until his face is inches away from you. You let out low breath as his hands cupped your cheeks
“I loved it” he whispers with a tint of lust in his eyes as he leans forward and presses his lips against yours . It started out slow and sweet but then soon turned heated and lustful. Your hands make their way to his hair and tangle their way through it as he puts one hand on your waist as the other rested still on your cheek, his lips start making their way down your neck when he is then called out to by his band mates that break was over.
He quickly pulls away both of you out of breath and wanting more.
“I’ll be back soon then we can continue where we left of” he says and gives you a quick kiss and rushes back out onto stage.
You could tell that tonight was gonna be one hell of a ride.
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Sorry this is probably bad and a bit ooc but I tried lol but anyways I hope y’all enjoyed:)
Also this wasn’t proof read
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DO I WANNA KNOW? - ETHAN LANDRY 🎸 (SONGWRITER!Ethan)
SUMMARY: your ex boyfriend is a famous songwriter and singer who writes many songs. ever since you broke his heart, he’s not able to get over you. his only way of escaping reality is writing songs about how he feels.
warnings: angst?, some sort of toxic relationship.
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it had been about 6 months since you broke up with your most recent ex, ethan. you have made it clear that you didn’t want any songs written about you no matter what, but of course he couldn’t obey.
you made sure to keep distance from his songs since they always made your stomach turn. you simply just didn’t wanna be reminded of him in any way.
he was a well known artist as well which made things worse, his whole fanbase of girls sided with him, without knowing the real story behind your breakup. but you didn’t wanna try and solve everything. you decided to show some mercy by not exposing his toxic habits.
but of course that meant you’d have to keep a low profile in order to not get jumped by some stray fans. every brain cell inside your brain yelled at you to reveal the truth, but you were a good person at heart and you decided to live life, which you eventually got over him after that painful process of continuous hate comments and constant nights of crying.
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you were sitting at the bar, no thought of ethan lingering in your mind anymore. you have fully healed from the toxicity of his fans and your relationship.
you heard the small bell at the door ring which caught your attention, making you break out of that small reverie that you were just in.
he was wearing a black leather coat jacket and you immediately were attracted to him. you didn’t know why, but attire was definitely an attractive aspect to you.
your eyes followed his every body movement. he was about the same height as your ex boyfriend which made your stomach turn. it couldn’t possibly be him. you knew that he was on tour or fucking another girl. you were sure that it wasn’t him.
you rolled your eyes and finished your drink, the relaxing sting of the alcohol hitting your throat which calmed down your mind for a few.
you fought everything in yourself to not look. you knew that it wasn’t ethan, you knew that you were over him but all of a sudden he’s popped back into your mind, interrupting your peace that you have been working on for months.
you gave in and turned around. you turned around at the exact time he began to speak. your heart pounded at the sound of his voice.
“can i have a bronx cocktail?” his voice was loud and clear. your heart dropped into your stomach. it was him. it was ethan.
the bartender obviously got straight to work, knowing that ethan was a famous artist and he was a top priority to many.
you spun your chair the other way, your back facing the direction ethan was just standing in. you could hear his boots stomp against the soft wood floor which made you feel sick to your stomach. you were in the same room as him. you were literally breathing the same air as him.
you turned your head to look over your shoulder. you softly gasped to yourself. he was walking towards you. you hoped that he hadn’t noticed you at all and he had another friend at the bar, but to no avail, he stopped right beside you, making you sulk into the stool that you were sitting on.
“long time no see.” his voice made you wanna burst out into tears. you kept denying the fact that you missed him, but now, you couldn’t keep denying it anymore. “yeah.” you answered, nodding before cautiously turning your head, meeting his deep brown eyes that you used to admire.
you chugged your drink down while he repositioned himself, now standing in front of you. he had a sly smirk on his face, the one you always hated whenever you knew that he was up to no good. the one he used whenever you confronted him about him possibly cheating on you.
“have you listened to any of my new releases?” ethan asked, taking a sip of his bronx cocktail. you couldn’t help but stare at his lips which perfectly hugged the rim of the glass that he was sipping out of.
you shook your head at the answer. “no, i really don’t got the time to.” you lied. you were trying to find a way to make him shoo. but you knew that he was like a parasite which is why it took you over a year to get rid of him.
ethan shook his head and laughed. “but you had so much time to listen to my music when we were together.. i see.” he answered. you felt your stomach turn even more. he was clever with his answers and you hated it.
“whatever.” you stood up from the stool and walked away, paying for your drinks that you just enjoyed. you hoped that ethan wouldn’t follow you or anything since you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.
of course he followed you. you never really knew his intentions from the start which made you absolutely terrified of him.
you walked into a dark alleyway, finding a place to hit a smoke. you reached into your purse to try and find a cigarette and a lighter but there was nothing.
you then turned around on your heels to go walk back home but you were met with ethan once again. he looked better than ever. the streetlight brought out his most attractive features. you couldn’t help but admire him for a few seconds.
“c’mon. can’t we talk?” he begs, his soft lips forming a frown. he was a good manipulator and he was able to manipulate you into doing so many things which you definitely regret.
“not right now.” you said, annoyed, avoiding his gaze completely. he let out a light chuckle, his grin finally showing.
“not right now? c’mon. i really wanna know what could possibly be holding you back from having a small talk with me.” ethan said, his voice turning to a tone of disappointment and hurt which made you feel horrible at this point.
“fine.” you cross your arms and look at him. “spit it out.” you sighed and waited for his bullshit to come spewing out his mouth.
“y/n. i haven’t been able to get over you. i’m just too busy bein’ yours to fall for somebody new.” he began. you immediately roll your eyes at his desperate behavior. “i just wanna know if this feeling flows both ways..” he asked desperately. his body movements becoming more exaggerated.
“you’re horrible at manipulating.” you said angrily, knowing this was one of his tricks. but little did you know that this was one of his songs that he just released.
“i’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week!” he admitted, his cheeks becoming flushed. “c’mon now.. i’m on the cusp of kissing you right now.” he inches forward which causes you to take a step back.
he was making your heart pound. you had no words left. you just wanted him to do the talking at this point. “we could be together.. if you wanted to.” he said, his face turning into one with puppy eyes. “and- and i was sorta hoping that you’d stay.” he added on.
“i would’ve stayed if you weren’t such a shitty boyfriend.” you began to get more angry. he was wasting your time and you had better things to do.
he gulped and began once again. “c’mon. just crawl back to me. come back to me.” he pleaded, his voice cracking from trying too hard at acting desperate.
“do you want me crawling back to you? because i don’t think i’d do that.” you started to become extremely annoyed now. he was spewing his bullshit once again.
“you never even thought of calling when you had a few. but you know what? i always do. i still care about you.” his words started to make you feel extremely guilty. you thought he’d changed. you hoped that he changed.
“i was wondering if your heart’s still open.. and if so i wanna know what time it shuts.” he inched closer. at this point you just gave up. “simmer down and pucker up, babe.” he said before inching once more to you, smashing his lips onto yours.
you wanted to fight him off but of course your body craved this. you craved ethan so much that you had to deny him.
you kissed him passionately, your lips, teeth and tongue colliding. you wrapped your hands around his dark curls. oh you missed those curls between your fingers so much.
you both finally pulled away for a breath of air. he let out a small chuckle. “listen to the song, ‘do i wanna know’. i recently released it. do it for me, babe.” he whispers before giving you another passionate kiss, except it was more shorter.
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of course you listened to the song for him. your heart was still open, but only for him.
you liked the instrumental, but the lyrics is what sparked your interest the most. some lines felt more familiar than others.
you then remembered the night when ethan trapped you in an alleyway and you both made out. you realized that his ‘bullshit’ was actually song lyrics, and you knew that it was dedicated to you. he never wrote about any other girl besides you.
you received a text from him. “do you like the song? :)” he texted you which made your heart flutter. it was safe to say that you were both on good terms once again.
“oh ethan..” you whispered to yourself while shaking your head. you were head over heels for this man all over again..
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THIS ISN’T REQUESTED BUT I COULDN’T GET THIS IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD😭
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ICONS | Beyoncé daily✨
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Kevin Bacon (& his goats) doing a guitar cover of Beyonce’s “Heated”! 🤣🐝
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blackgirlsreverything · 11 months
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I can’t wait til July!!!
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BEYONCÉ poses for the RENAISSANCE WORLD TOUR.
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BEYONCÉ PERFORMING HEATED ❤️‍🔥🪩
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sailor-aviator · 2 months
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Okay here’s the thing.
You don’t have to be as good or good AT ALL with your content in order to contribute to fandom. You can be downright shit and still contribute. Being good is not the entry fee you pay to be a part of fandom. Drop that shit mentality right now actually.
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𝑫𝐫𝒆𝕒𝚖 𝒢𝓲ᖇ꒒
Pairings: (18) Lo’ak x (17)Human!Fem!Reader
Summary: Lo’ak can’t seem to control himself even in the wrong time moments when your around.
Warnings: Wounds, Blood, Minor language, Dirty Lo’ak!! Innocent Reader!! Tension, Some spicy stuff at the end!!!
Word count: 1,128
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Since you could remember you’ve been able to do the average things a Na’vi could. You could run, jump, hunt, fly, breath. Yes, Breath the very same air they did. Which is why the RDA wanted you day to day at the lab to be studied, that’s all your days were spent on. All you wanted to do was go out and hunt with the Sully’s. Much of that was taken up at the lab though. So whenever you had the chance you’d make a run towards the forest and who would catch you there?
Today was one of those days where you’d get a break and be able to run off but you’d have to be back before the eclipse to the lab in order to run more tests. You were met with Kiri near a huge plain of tall grass and fern like plants. The grass had some patches that were so tall they tickled at your knees when the wind blew through them. You watched as Kiri took the magnifying glass you gifted to her and observed the tiny tiny insects that crawled on the thicker parts of the grass, which was one of many things you’ve taken from the lab. Yet they still don’t know it’s you who takes things for your friends.
“This little guy reminds me of a ladybug, you know the ones in the books from the lab.” Kiri whispered as she lifted her finger up to your eyes in order to see the tiny insect that crawled on her index finger. “But this guy has tough wings and a stronger wing cover.” Humming at her facts she placed the little bug down back onto the thick grass blades. Both heads turned at the distant loud noise of branches snapping and a loud shout. “The boys.” You just knew it had to be them and by familiar yelp you knew it was Lo’ak. The two of you ran as fast as you could towards the fallen branches, Kiri was much taller and faster than you because of her fast legs and you on the other hand you were fast but not that fast compared to them.
Kiri stopped in her tracks when she saw Lo’aks ikran laying on its side and Lo’ak a couple feet from him on his back. Neteyam was helping his brother up as Kiri tented the whining ikran. “Yea real nice of ya Kiri, your brother is totally not hurt.” Lo’ak yelled angrily all while hissing when Neteyam grabbed at his scratched up side. “You idiot don’t touch there!” Lo’ak hissed again when he reached to punch at his brothers left shoulder. Neteyam dodged his younger brothers punch and waved over at you to come. Walking towards the two feuding boys you took lo’ak by his pinky tugging at him to follow you. He walked of with you and turned back giving his brother a long stare.
“Is he okay Kiri?” You asked as you walked passed her turning her head she shook it up and down. “He will be fine he only needs about a day or so before he can fly again.” Lo’ak sighed as he held his side knowing he’d get hell for this from his parents. You and him walked towards you tent where you kept most of the things you took from the lab for your safety and to give. Sitting him down you walked up over and reached for the first aid kit. “What’s in the lunch box?” Giggling you looked up at him, “Not a lunch box it’s a first aid kit with things to try and clean this up.” You explained as you pointed to his scratched up side.
Grabbing a wet cloth you dabbed around the wound cleaning out the dirt and tiny pebbles that stuck to his sticky skin. He flinched a bit when the cloth touched at some deep cut areas. Taking a bit of healing ointment you gently took your small fingers and smeared it onto the deep areas that would take longer to heal. Even through the pain he couldn’t help but look at your focused face, the way the tip of your tongue stuck out through your pillowy lips. The way your eyebrows knitted together when you worked your way around the large wound, all that made you healing him a lot better.
Lo’ak was always careful with you, always being a gentle giant with you. He was always there if you needed him the same way you would be. He loved the fact that he knew you were so innocent and you’d do anything just to see him happy. He loved that he had so much control over a girl, his girl, his dream girl. But what made him feel the best was the fact that he knew he had this power over you and your too innocent and naive to realize it.
And here you were doing just what he loved, sure it was evil and wrong what was going through his mind but he couldn’t help it. These dirty thoughts flooded his mind everytime you were around and right now wasn’t the best time to be having these thoughts. He had his bottom lip in a trap with his teeth biting on it. His fangs pierced into the corner of his lip drawing blood from the soft tissue. The taste of metal filled his mouth when your voice finally broke the silence. “You okay Lo?” The sweet hum of your voice made his heart race and it’s like you knew what was running through his mind when you squeezed at his upper arm.
A low grunt was let out as the tent in his loincloth began to grow when you finally put a bandage on him. Throwing him head back as you held his hand for him to stand again. Refusing he took having your smaller hand to his advantage. He placed you on his lap and looked down from your thighs to your large doe eyes. Two of his fingers lifted your chin to face him when you tried to avoid his eye contact. “Hey, I just wanted to thank you for healing me sweetgirl.” His hand slowly went down to your waist without you knowing because your mind was currently shifting all its gears at the mear thought that he had you in his lap.
He kissed at your palm and sat you up closer to his front. “Your mine, your my girl hmm.” His thick thumb ran over your pillowy lips and tugged at your plushy bottom one while you got lost in his lust filled eyes. Nodding at his words a breathy laugh left his throat, he had you now and he wasn’t letting you go.
Hey guysss ik it has been a while since i’ve posted but i’ve got school soo yeah it’s a little hard. But i hope you guys like this also the ending is a little change and a little more heated! Also let me know if you guys want heated stuff or smut i’m any story! Love you guys lots!!🫶
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