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tacticaldiary · 11 months

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omg saw your post and yes i’d love to see jealous fic with any of the cod men, especially simon >>>>>

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort ; Jealousy

He's not a man who acts impulsively, but this might be the one time he throws caution to the wing and takes the one thing he wants.

A/N: Ghost won by a massive majority so here he is! (I read all of your asks, just chose this one to link the fic to!)

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He was an enigma.

Quick to act and as observant as a cat on the field, Ghost picked up the smallest of details and clicked them all together in his head in milliseconds. Acting quickly and efficiently could be the distinction between life and death, after all.

So why the hell wasn't he as observant now?

She had spent months and months dropping hints. Lingering touches, secret smiles. At times, she might as well have told him up front how she fancied him with how she acted, but never once had Ghost reciprocated properly.

"Ya joining us, aren't ya?" Soap grins at her as they walk out of their respective locker rooms together. "Won't be the same without someone to go easy on the eyes." He snickers when she scoffs, nudging him with an elbow.

"I'll be there." She's unable to hold back a smile when he cheers and slings an arm around her shoulders.

From the corner of her eye, she catches Ghost on the far side of the hallway. He must not have gotten a chance to shed his gear yet. He's talking to Price, both of them engaged in what looks like a serious conversation, but every so often his eyes flitter over to her and Soap...more intense than usual?

It strikes her as odd, the heat behind his glances and a sneaking suspicion creeps into her mind. Grinning to herself, she wraps an arm around Soap's waist and tugs him closer while they walk, listening to him talk about the bar everyone plans to hit tonight.

His spine straightens and she swears she sees his arms tense, folded across his chest.

But he says nothing, Simply turns back to Price and doesn't spare her another glace when they walk by.

At this point, she just wants him to either confirm or reject her so she can get out of this eternal limbo of dancing back and forth. She knows he feels the same way to some degree, that much is clear to her. The way he sits next to her for hours when she gets injured on call and has to recover in the medbay, the rest of the 141 gone, late into the night.

She sees it in the way he has no problem guiding her by a warm hand on the small of her back, the way his eyes are the first to flicker to her mouth whenever she talks during a debriefing.

The interest it there, and it certainly isn't platonic. Not with the intensity of the tension between them.

Yet he never acts.

Never accepts her advances, but never pushes her away or rejects her either.

It was driving her crazy.

Fine. If he wanted to keep playing this strange game, he could keep doing so. It doesn't mean that she has to go along with it. She deserved to have some fun after their particularly gruelling mission too, right?

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The club is a new one, not yet broken in by the tradition of the team winding down after a deployment. Old school wooden bars and stool mixed with a modern twist of sleek decor, she rather likes it.

Strapped in a dress that had been in her closet for months unused, she makes herself forget about her back and forth with Ghost and just...enjoy herself.

Soap had been on her the second she entered, waving her over, Gaz pushing a drink into her hand with a cheeky smile. Price nurses a glass of whiskey by the bar. The only one she doesn't see is Ghost.

Sitting over at the bar listening to the boys go back and forth over what type of alcohol they preferred, she's mulling over whether to head to the floor. Deciding against it she waves the bartender over and asks for a refill.

"Put that on my tab." A man slides into the stool next to her, offering her a smile.

"Are you sure?" She asks, straightening up. The first thing she notices is that he's attractive. A strong jaw, lean and rich brown skin.

"Positive." He chuckles. "It'd be my honour to buy a drink for someone as gorgeous as you." His eyes rake over her once, before he drags them back to her eyes confidently.

The attention makes heat creep up her ears, not because it was particularly new, she's not a stranger to lingering glances, but because it's so blatant. Something tells her this man is not used to getting told no.

Not that she has any intention to do so.

She catches Price's eye, a silent raise of an eyebrow asking if she needed any help. Tired of mulling over someone who refused to reciprocate, she gives her Captain a subtle shake of the head and turns her body towards the man.

It makes her heart warm, how much Price cares about her and the others outside of them being his subordinates. There has to be a certain level of trust between people personally for them to completely trust each other on the field, and trust was something integral to all of them.

He introduces himself as Noah and strikes up a conversation that genuinely keeps her engaged. She's surprised to find out he watches her favourite show, and they share quite a few common interests.

While he's talking about what he does for a living, she feels a shiver run up her spine, eyes at the back of her head.

Looking around the room, it's not difficult to pinpoint the perpetrator.

Ghost looks...well, he look good, he always does, but there's a tightness to his posture like she saw back in that hallway with Soap. His jaw is ticked as he glares at Noah.

His eyes soften the barest bit when they meet hers.

No. No, she wasn't doing this right now. She was having fun with Noah right now, not thinking about Simon striding over towards her, pulling her up and out of the stool. That would not happen, she knows it. He wouldn't act on whatever was getting him riled up.

So she keeps talking to Noah, and yes, maybe she is being a little more animated than before. Perhaps she is giving him wider, flirtier smiles and leaning into him when he talks. Maybe her laughs are louder and her maybe she does place a hand on his arm once or twice but it's all because she would rather throw herself into this conversation than think about the other man staring holes into the back of her head.

At one point, Noah leans in close to her ear. "I can tell I have you impressed. What do you say I show you what other aspects of my shining...personality in a more private place?" He winks.

Simon wouldn't have been this forward, she thinks. He would've...what? Would he have taken his time with her? Bought her more than a single drink? He wasn't one for small talk so maybe he'd skip it altogether and...why on Earth was she thinking about that? Frustration bubbles up inside her as she berates herself for getting lost in her head again. None of that would happen because-...well, he wasn't even there anymore, wasn't leaning near the bar where he'd been staring at her.

See? He didn't care enough to act otherwise. His absence proves it.

So with the desperate need to distract herself, she smiles at Noah. "You're just full of good ideas, aren't you?" She says, standing to smooth the wrinkles in her dress. Noah joins her, a hand to the small of her back, leading her away from the bar (she's not thinking about how Simon's hands are bigger, warmer, and rougher-).

"She's busy." If the familiar gruff voice didn't stop her in her track, the hand circling her wrist definitely did.

"Excuse me?" Noah retorts, eyes narrowing. He has to look up to meet Simon's eyes, looking between him and the hand on her wrist. "And who are you?" He snips, and she's a little surprised at the sudden nasty tone of voice. So much so, she frowns at him and steps out of his hold, coincidentally closer to Simon.

"None of your business." Simon's anger is subtle, but there, like the growl of a dog before he bites, and she'd be lying if it didn't make her shiver.

"I do think it's my business. We were just leaving." Noah goes to grab her, but Simon tugs her into his side, putting himself between them.

"I'm going to tell you to get lost once. The consequences of whether you choose to listen or not are gonna be on you, mate." His accent is thicker when he's talking as low as he is, and Noah must have the sense to heed the threat lacing his words because he grits his jaw and walks out the doors alone, muttering curses under his breath as he leaves.

She's...well, she's stunned at the display of...whatever that was. His hand hasn't left her wrist. In fact, he doesn't speak to her, just pulls her along to a more secluded part of the bar, the hallway that leads to the restrooms. Music fades into the background and chatter recedes until it's just the two of them.

"What is it, Simon?" She sighs, yanking her hand free. "What was that about?"

"You were just gonna leave with him?" He asks incredulously. "Without knowing where the hell he was taking you or giving someone else a location to find you? Are you daft?" She bristles at the chiding.

"Are you fucking with me?" She blinks up with him. "I'm a grown ass woman, Simon. I can make my own calls."

"Doesn't mean they're good ones."

"What is your problem?!" She exclaims, and the months of dwelling frustration finally come pouring out. "I don't know what you want from me. I'm not going to pretend that I'm not...that I don't like you because I've made it pretty damn clear that I do, and I think you know that too. You do nothing but watch, and I'm sick of it." She shoves his chest, huffing when he doesn't budge. Keeping her hands where they are, she balls them into fists. "How fucking dare you try and act all possessive now when you barely have the balls to choose between rejecting me and getting closer! How dare you try and get in the way when you-"

"Bloody hell, woman." He cuts in with a low growl, and he moves so suddenly she doesn't register him tugging his mask up to his nose and crashing his lips over hers. A strong arm circles her waist, walks her backwards until he back hits the walls and closes the gap between their bodies.

God, she's so glad she didn't go home with Noah.

It's intoxicating.

He's intoxicating.

He doesn't stop until she's breathless, until he's all consuming in her thoughts. When he pulls back, barely a centimetre, she can hear him whisper over the humming in her ears.

"That close enough for you, love?" He says lowly, his breath ghosting over her lips. "Think I got my stance on you across?"

She swallows, steadying her breathing, feeling herself flush. He's all muscle and power against her body, better than what she thought he'd feel like.

"I don't know." She hums. "You might have to show me again so I can be sure."

His small huff of amusement makes her smile giddily before he kisses her again, and all feel right in the world., the tightness in her chest settling down.

Who knew jealousy could lead to such a sweet end to the night?

"Steamin' Jesus!" A Scottish drawl breaks them apart, she clutches onto Simon like she's just been caught doing something bad. Soap whoops out a laugh and eyes the both of them victoriously at the both of them before striding back out of the hallway, calling out; "Gaz, ya' owe me ten bucks!"

"Fucking hell." She giggles when Simon's head drops to her shoulder.

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(20/06/2023)

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hanniejji · 2 years

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wild bunny

[ scaramouche x child!reader ]

summary: whenever scaramouche looks at the young child that always stood idly beside him, he is reminded of a certain fledgling that he once lost.

notes: had a sudden burst of writing juice because of the scara cutscene that broke my heart, tis my usual platonic shit agenda lesgo | m.list

words: 972 | warnings: a lil rushed because i typed this while at work LHASHAHAHAHA also mentions of dead pipol lmao

"what the fuck."

scaramouche stares in disbelief, jaw slacked and furrowed eyes pointed at the small cocoon of blanket on the couch in his office. your fluff of hair is disheveled, eyes unusually puffy and teary rather than dull. the small trail of sheen on your cheeks confirms his suspicion.

the unfeeling stray he picked out from the wilderness of inazuma is crying.

he had not seen you express a single emotion other than conflict, anger and bloodlust before, so for you to be crying—alone—it's safe to say that the balladeer is undeniably bamboozled.

"what are you wasting tears for, brat?"

maybe he should have been a little softer when approaching children in their… vulnerable state. but honestly speaking, scaramouche doesn't exactly know if that applies to you. children under the wing of the fatui aren't exactly normal—especially, children who can wipe out a whole team of fatus. nonetheless, you are still a young fledgling, exposed to the truth of this world where the gods are cruel and being weak does not equal to survival.

you remind him so much of kunikuzushi.

he grimace at the reflection, a parallel that coaxed him into taking your battered form under his wing—an unbelievable truth, as much as he denies it.

"i lost the bunny."

"the what?"

he crouches in front of the couch, forearms on his knees with an exasperated look on his face, though his feelings are far from the expression plastered on display. he has an inkling about what's upsetting you, now that he looks over you once more.

you and that thing are practically inseparable.

"i lost the bunny you gave me."

and by bunny, you meant the stuffed bunny he gave you a few months after he plucked you from the wild.

the one scaramouche gave because the first time he saw you was when you were blankly staring at the lifeless bunny on the ground. it died from the aftermath of a wild goose chase. a few weeks before he found you, fatuis and random nobushis would turn up dead in the wilderness of inazuma. it infuriated scaramouche. camps upon camps of fatus would be thrown into disarray and their rations are emptied. when he sent his underlings after the perpetrator, they'd fail to come back with good news. worse, they won't come back at all. he'd come upon them sprawled on the dirty ground somewhere else, dead.

so he went after the menace himself.

that's when he found you in the middle of a fatui camp, his underlings basically useless at this point, slumped on the ground and the poor innocent bunny in front of you. it's later then after he apprehended you that he found out that you were protecting the tiny mammal.

you were just a kid trying to survive in a world filled with monsters, strong enough to protect yourself but helpless and clueless when it comes to the life of others.

when his eye caught sight of a ragged stuffed bunny in an abandoned village, he grabbed it on impulse, faltering only when he was about to hand the now clean stuffed bunny that he stitched up himself. despite being confused as fuck, he casually tossed the thing at you, telling you that it's of no use to him and that you should act like a kid more because your indifference is creeping him out.

he prefers you over any kid by the way. don't tell him i told you.

"i'm sorry," his eye twitched, irritated at how you seemed to be so bothered. it's just a random stuffed bunny, nothing great about it. but he supposes that for someone at your age and comprehension, it must've meant something special for you.

and it does, a lot.

"it's just a toy."

"you gave me that bunny."

he sighed audibly, rolling his eyes before pushing himself to full height, arms crossed.

"it's not the only stuffed bunny in the world, idiot."

"it's the one you gave me. i don't want just any stuffed bunny."

now this, caught him off guard.

you seemed to be genuinely sad about losing the bunny, an expression he only saw on the day you first met. the same look on your face when you failed to protect something you deemed precious. if you're directing such sentimentality towards the stuffed bunny, then you must've really loved it.

more so because it came from him.

scaramouche is brought back to centuries past, an image of a different child flashing before his eyes.

he feels his chest tighten, but he dares not linger at the thought.

"look, you little gremlin," scaramouche grumbled, masking this unfamiliar feeling with exasperation and irritation—he dares not display such thing. "we can just get you a new one and it would still come from me. who the hell do you think provides for you, huh? me, no one else."

he sees your eyes brightened in the slightest, now facing him. he can literally imagine an invisible tail wagging with how you seemed to perked up. another unfamiliar sight, but not unwelcomed. if anything, it's going to be what he thinks of for the next few weeks, unbeknownst to him.

"but how about the one i lost?"

"forget it, it's ragged anyway," he gestures you to follow. "move your little feet, we have places to be and things to do."

the sound of your feet trailing behind him is something he would come to love listening to. that and the slight tug on his sleeves where your little hand naturally clutches around.

a week passes, you found a pristine white bunny in your quarters. it looks different from the one you used to have, but the stitches are familiar and the small electro symbol on its torso is one that you will not mistake for a different person's handiwork.

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ctheathy · 3 months

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Yandere Changelings w/ human!Darling

The Changelings x Reader

Yandere Headcanons

Author's note: Gotta love these big buggo babies

reformed Changelings < unreformed Changelings

The Changelings/Reader [Platonic+Romantic-ish?]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

The Reader is quite humble • Abduction • Jealousy between changelings • Stalking • Invasion of privacy • Co-dependency • Aggression • Use of adhesive/the green goo • Violence • Possessiveness • Overprotective behaviour • Predatory behaviour • Love feeding • Overfeeding/“Overdosing” on love • Heart failure • Corpses of changelings mentioned

Changelings have certainly never had a very positive reputation around Equestria. The species of bug-like creatures mainly known to have ruthless mannerisms that only acts on instinct. Especially when considering the changelings eat love and love alone to keep them from starving. As you can see... These creatures, too, need to feed. And so steal the love hidden within ponies and other living entities for themselves with brute force. And this tiny human here... has love, and a lot of it.

But despite being an aggressive species, they are also known to be rather curious towards creatures they've never seen or heard of before. Which is why being a human is really just a saving grace for you in this scenario. Cause instead of pouncing immediately purely from starving impulse, they know they'd need information to report back to the Queen first. And since this is the first human the changelings have ever met, their natural reaction to encountering a new species is to learn more about it instead of feeding off of it, atleast not before they got all the answers they'd be satisfied with. Considering you are the only source of love and affection around.

The first changelings that have noticed your presence may start seeing you as a tasty morsel. if love is like meat for them, then they're being deprived of it, and then the one creature comes along that's a walking talking buffet of love. They'd observe your actions and behaviours from a safe distance for a little while, taking note of aggression signs or being a potential threat to the hive. But in truth... you weren't. You were more of a lover than a fighter, which gave the changelings the signal to not waste any other opportunity to abduct you into the hive for some answers.

And that's... when something sparked.

Being calm and sedate in your position would usually cease a changelings’ natural instinct to hunt and would often cause in less aggression and forceful measurements. But even if they did try feeding from your love, that would be similar to essentially trying to suck from a dry well, because the transporting process from the human realm to Equestria drained you of many strong emotions to begin with, and it takes a lot more time for your entire alternation from universe to universe to take full effect. And the changelings wouldn't budge from their stubbornness until you reached out to one of them... Brushing a gentle hand over its malnourished frame.

The love that you'd contain would be a tad bit ‘different’ from normal love they'd consume, mainly due to the fact that they never had to actually take it with force. You gave it to them willingly, making the love inserted into them a lot stronger and effective than if they were to steal it. Which results in giving their bodies an intense emotional ‘shock’ as you basically feed them little by little... The shock would still feel good to them, like it would make them feel warm and light headed, but their heart would begin beating rapidly by the shot of immense adrenaline they just got.

The reason why changelings need love and affection in the first place was because they need it for their survival. The value feeds them. As they learn you're capable of feeling and giving love, they would want to keep you around permanently to feed. However, in extreme cases it might lead to a changeling becoming dependent upon one person's love. And their survival might be based on that person's love and affection. and what happens when that person's love and affection starts to falter? There is such a darker side to something so innocent as eating some consensual love.

Which could go either two ways...

Plan A being a bit more complicated. Since they ended up taking a ‘sample’ of you to basically extract the hormones and emotions of love, you had proven yourself to be more productive than all of the ponies they've held captive combined. Feeling more satisfied with the mere sip of love you've happily handed out to them than with any usual prey they had ripped the love from. But the Queen desires love too, because it is essential for their race. And because the hive is almost completely devoid of any love in the first place. You could become a sample for the Queen... Just keeping you there and farm you for love.

But there's also a considerable chance the changelings who captured you would scrap plan A and would instead focus on a plan B... Keep you a secret from Queen Chrysalis and prevent you from being cocooned at all costs, but only under the condition if you keep blindly feeding them with your lovey-dovey personality. Changelings tend to function with a very strict hive mentality... conclusions are set by the swarm's majority of drones’ standpoint. They all have a strong tendency to fall for group decision-making, but they're also quick to swap their beliefs if it seems like the right choice for the best of the colony. So it likely wouldn't even take long for the entire swarm to come to an agreement to keep you secured under high protection and warding.

Due to being a good source, you would give them more positive energy than any other creature who would falter in their fright after being captured... which would make you a rather popular target for the swarm of drones. To a point where the entire hive would start to view you as the "heart of the colony" of sorts. Because a changelings emotions are based on their diet. And the more love they receive, the more addicted and obsessed they'll become with it. So they would all be head over heels at some point, bordering on complete worship ...viewing you as an object of their affection and admiration. And getting even more physically violent to defend and protect you from what they consider a threat to their food source.

They might be feeding off of the love you give them and emotional positivity for now. But if they keep feeding and feeding, eventually they are probably going to want something else than just your emotions, which isn't good... But at the end of it all, they will want to protect you. But their methods might be a bit morally questionable. They have been looking for a more ‘sustaining’ source of love their entire lives. And from what we know... love only grows stronger.

So what happens when a creature becomes utterly emotionally dependant on someone?

What if... they begin to get obsessive?

Instead deciding to ensure no one else gets to have you?

Signs of attacks outside of the hive would become more apparent as time went on, a variety of breeds beginning to disappear aside with half dead creatures covered in adhesive emerging from their hideout as no entity even dares to get close to the shapeshifters. Some changelings would begin arguing with eachother over the delightful taste of your love. But knowing how naturally greedy and hostile they can get, these would convert to physical violence sooner or later, causing a bunch of internal conflict in the colony. A bunch of love starved changelings just riskily fighting over a single human.

It would get so bad, in fact, that there's possibly not even second you'll spend in the hive without a changeling being nearby, just ... watching you. With or without you knowing, there to strike and pull you back in at a moments notice if your demeanor gets too close to flight response. The changeling that you first bonded with would feel remorse about doing it, but the rest of them won't really care much as long as they can keep you in their grasp. Though you would still be allowed to travel closely outside of the hive, they'll keep their little eyes on you anyway...

You'd have this love that's a bit diluted, but even with just having a weaker type of love to feed off of, they'd have to feed for a longer time and drain their energy in order to get it. Which in terms causes in them taking more than they can physically handle. You aren't necessarily a dry well, but rather more of a dripping faucet while they are all dying of thirst. So they could still eat from your given love for a while, but if they try to go all out, there could be horrific consequences...

Because each of them are essentially trying to take enough to survive, their individual feeding sessions can become more aggressive. They don't want to kill you, nor do they understand how strong of a heart you have. So they don't see that they need to be gentle. Because in their eyes, you're considered weaker as a mortal. And your emotions, not being very strong, make their hearts race and they aren't feeding slowly and cautiously enough to keep the heart beating at its normal pace. You're basically a complete reverse card on them. To the point of them becoming so infatuated with you, that they literally forget what they are doing, and basically, accidentally kill themselves with a massive case of overdosing love.

The more of your love they take, the more they will like you. And the more they like you, the more they would try to suck it out. And the more they try to suck it out, the more it would turn into a "want" instead of something more natural. And then, that's when some would begin to die from overfeeding. The emotional shock and overdosing on love being much more overwhelming than the changeling's bodies are capable of handling. And of course, you wouldn't really understand why they were all suddenly lifelessly scattered around you...

It would be quite a challenge for many changelings to have the self control to prevent that fate. I doubt the majority of them would even understand the concept of death enough to avoid it even when their heart rate was going at unsafe speeds. The situation would honestly be safe for the changelings that have enough self-control to hold themselves back, but those who don't would become history real quick... Especially as changelings mainly seem to cocoon their prey. You may have more love to give when you're out in the open, but perhaps you even walking freely might just be enough to push many changelings over the edge.

Though this would also highly depend on the distinct personality of each changeling. Those who were more reasonable would try to just suckle in love. Then we have those who would become a bit feral and aggressive trying to tear the love out of you. Making it like a really twisted irony that they want love, but by trying to obtain love, in this way, they could essentially doom themselves. The ones who are more in control and more disciplined may survive. But either the greedier or younger, more immature changelings might get too excited and just want more and more. Which leads into them destroying their bodies via the very thing they wanted. The ones that do manage to control themselves will remain very interested in you however. But even if their fair sense of attachment and perhaps even bond towards you won't fade...

This is nothing more and nothing less than a parasitic relationship

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bouncybongfairy · 2 months

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Spring Has Sprung

Neteyam Sully x Avatar!Reader

Summary: Neteyam invites you to visit a naturally occurring water spring that he spotted while on patrol. Things of course get heated.

Word Count: 2.0k

TW: Smut.

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You were watching Neteyam cutting wood and stacking them into neat piles. Sitting on a tree nearby, feeling a bit like you were invading his privacy. The sun was shining down onto him through the thick branches of the trees. He was breathing hard and seemed to be aggressively doing his work. Like he was taking his anger out on the wood. He threw his ax down next to his last pile, resting his hands on his hips and letting his head tilt back. Once he was looking up, he saw you sitting on the tree above him. Smirking, he starts to climb up to accompany you.

“You could have come down and said hi,” he said, still breathing hard.

“Didn’t want to interrupt your focus, seemed like you were working really hard,” you said, picking a small twig out of one of his braids.

“Do you have any plans tonight?” he asks.

He made you so nervous, he wasn’t the type of person who said things half heartedly. Always making eye contact and speaking very confidently. Such a strong presence that at times you felt the need to avert your gaze. The two of you grew up together and are still really close. That being said, you noticed in the past couple months things were shifting. Your feelings were starting to develop romantically, which scared you. In fear that the bond you’d made as children would be soured by hormones or impulse. You couldn’t speak for him but there were times when you thought he felt the same way. Being more touchy or having conversations that weren’t exactly platonic. He set his hand on your knee, bringing you back to reality.

“No, why?” you asked.

“I found a really deep pool of water when I was on patrol and wanted to show you, if you’re open to that,” he suggested, so you agreed and then parted ways.

For the rest of the day all you could think about was nightfall. Excited to see what this adventure would bring. Helping your mom start the fire and make dinner felt like it took a eon. You are the oldest of 4 younger siblings so during supper you tried helping as much as you could. That was a big reason you and Neteyam got along so well. The stress of being semi responsible for all your kins mistakes made it easy to find common ground. You were so nervous that you didn’t have much of an appetite. After helping clean up and excusing yourself to go to The Hallelujah Mountains. It made you feel a little better knowing that wasn’t entirely a lie. You were meeting him at the tree, you just wouldn’t be staying there. Neteyam was already there with his Ikran, kicking around pebbles that were on the edges.. He immediately noticed you coming down and greeted your Ikran, petting her head. He explained that it wasn’t too long of a fly from here, as you went to remount your Ikran he pulled you up onto his. Wrapping your arms around his waist as he flew, holding on tighter whenever a sharp turn was made. You rested your cheek against his back and enjoyed the scenery. You weren’t out flying at night often so seeing the night sky and wildlife was truly amazing. As promised, it didn’t take long until you were landing.

You were really impressed by what you saw. It was a natural clear water spring. The water was sparkling and was so blue it looked pigmented. Tsawksyul and Melon Trees surrounded it, keeping it relatively hidden. As you admired, Neteyam raced past you. Jumping into the pool of water, not only splashing you but showcasing how deep the water ran. You took off anything you didn't want to get wet and followed suit. The water was cold but not bone chilling.

“Amazing right?” he asked, swimming towards the edge. Resting his arms on the outside of the pool.

“More than amazing,” you say, swimming over towards him. That was when you noticed all the bruises and cuts littered across his arms and chest.

“What happened,” you asked, pointing out all the injuries.

“Depends on what you’re talking about,” he says, letting his head drop back now resting against the outside edge of the pool. You were treading water right in front of him, running your finger along the healing gash on his bicep.

“This one?” you asked and without opening his eyes, he began to explain what happened.

“I was on patrol when an explosion happened, it spooked my Ikran and I went falling. Luckily a tree broke my fall but it also did some damage,” he explained.

“And here?” you asked, running your finger over his jaw where a clean scar was.

“My dad told my brother how he used to grow hair on his face. You know when he lived on the star he was born. Lo’ak and I were trying to imitate how he shaved with his hunting knife. I got nicked pretty bad,” he chuckled, feeling slightly embarrassed about the memory.

“Is it weird? Knowing your dad came from the Sky People?” you asked, now holding on to his shoulders. That way you could just float next to him in the water.

“Sometimes. Especially because we’re fighting an entire war against them,” he sighed.

You sat in comfortable silence for a while, not even noticing how close you’d drifted together. Bodies pressed against one another, you were taking in all the little details you’d never noticed before. Like how promodent his cupid's bow was and how muscular his arms really were. He looked so relaxed, almost like he was sleeping. Chest steadily rising and falling against yours. You laid your head on his shoulder and in kind, he rested his cheek against the top of your head. The sky was super clear and the stars were sparking so beautifully. There was hardly any wind, which allowed the two of you to stay in the water without being cold. You were dealing with a lot of inner turmoil. Wanting to ask if he had any love for you with all you had. However the fear of rejection was almost paralyzing. You admired so much about him, his intelligence, hunting skills and of course his looks. It made you feel insecure, like he looked past you when it came to things like romance. Using your arms to hoist yourself out of the pool. Grabbing your knife, you cut a melon off the tree. You heard Neteyam come out of the water and approach you from behind.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“I have a lot on my mind,” you say, sitting on the edge of the spring. Letting your feet soak in the water, him doing the same.

“Tell me,” he says, playfully leaning over and bumping his shoulder into yours.

“I really like how close we’re getting,” you say, avoiding eye contact. He leaned his head down in front of you. Playfully making the point that he wanted you to look at him.

“Good, me too,” he smiled.

“Is that all you feel? Are you happy being close or do you feel like we could be closer?” you ask, regretting the words even before they rolled off your tongue. He jokingly closes the gap of space between the two of you. As relieving as it felt not to be rejected right away, the suspense of an answer was drowning you,

“Neteyam..” you whine, taking a big bite of the melon. He waited until you were done chewing to grab your chin, making you look at him.

“You have juice all over you,” he laughed, dipping his hand into the water and wiping your mouth and neck. Both laughing, you wrap your hands around his wrist as he continues washing the stickiness from the melon off.

Eventually the laughs died down and instead of his entire hand brushing over your face, only this thumb was tracing your lip.

“Is this close enough?” he asks gently, leaning and catching you into a kiss.

He holds your face with his hands, weaving your lips together. When the two of you went to face each other, your bodies fell back into the water. This didn’t stop the encounter, only deepened it. The front of both your bodies were pressed together. Your hands were playing with his hair. He was running his hands up and down your body slowly, like he was trying to memorize every curve. Pressing yourself against his bulge caused a low moan to vibrate off his lips. You take the beaded top you were wearing off. As you do so, he lifts you slightly so your chest is just barely out of the water. He stared at you for a moment, admiring your beauty before turning his attention back down. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue. He was switching back and forth, like he couldn’t decide which one he liked more. Becoming rougher, testing the limits of your body.

You dip your head back, hair becoming soaked in water. The adrenaline pumping through your veins made you feel unreal. Like an out of body experience, not able to process what was happening. As much as you thought about how this would go, you never thought it would be like this. So passionate and beautiful. You started making out until your lips were swollen and tender. He pulls away and climbs out of the spring. Reaching for your hands, he pulls out shamelessly watching as the water runs off your body. He lays down in the soft thick grass growing near the spring. Pulling his shorts down and exposing himself. You straddle his lap, rubbing yourself against his shaft. The two of you are moaning from the friction. He pulls you down so that your lips are hovering over each other; every once in a while catching each other in a sloppy kiss. He lines himself up with your entrance, staying still and allowing you to sink down at your own pace.

For a while you stayed still, adjusting to the size of his length. In between kissing, you liked looking down and seeing the pleasure written all over his face. Once the sting from his size went away, you slowly started rocking your hips. You impulsively pull your braid over your shoulder. At first you thought Neteyam might be hesitant to tsaheylu but he did the same with his. After connecting, you watched his eyes dilate at an alarming speed. It was such an intense rush, being able to feel exactly what he was feeling without communicating at all. Like the breath was completely taken out of your body and replaced. Like the two of you were existing as one being and the feeling was intoxicating. He sat up, resting his back against one of the melon trees. Rocking your hips back and forth while making intense eye contact. His mouth was hanging open and eyebrows furrowed. His hands were covered in calluses so when he ran his hands up your things it would scratch you a bit.

You could tell he was getting close from how vocal he was becoming. Both of you were covered in sweat and breathing heavily. He wraps his arm around your waist, switching the position. Even though he was now in more control, he still was gentle while maintaining his strength. The amount of love you felt coming off him was overwhelming, enough to bring tears to your eyes. Wondering how a moment you were so worried would be careless could be so full of passion and comfort. Both of you were close, pressing his forehead against yours as the two of you came. Both of you were bucking your hips at your own erratic paces, riding out the high. Moaning and whining as the overwhelming pleasure flooded your bodies. Feeling completely exhausted he pulls out and lays down on the grass next to you. Pulling you into his arms before the two of you fell asleep.

#neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x y/n #neteyam smut #neteyam soft smut#neteyam sully #neteyam x avatar!reader #soft smut #avatar fanfiction #avatar smut

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bluehwale · 1 year

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rating my bffs on how'd they do as a valentine date: a thread | ot8! atz smau

pairing. ot8 platonic (maybe)! ateez x reader

genre. crack, impulsive writing idk if its good or not lmao,, a very late celebration of valentines day!!

note. i turned 20 on valentines day so i figured i should post smth as a gift to u all!! i know im very late but february isn't over yet!! so here it is!!! enjoy <3

warning(s). mentions of drinking bleach T_T, fuckboy! san, yunho..... has big feet im sorry

masterlist

smau taglist: @bloodline1632 @txt-yaomi

#ateez x reader #ateez smau #ateez social media au #ateez crack #ateez fluff #ateez imagine #ateez scenarios #ateez texts #ateez fanfic #ateez reactions #ateez social media #ateez sns au #ateez comedy

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melloollem · 2 months

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Old Love Young|| Jason Todd x No reader gender

Summary: Jason's jealousy over his best friend rekindles old feelings.

Warnings: Jealousy, mention of injuries, No gender specified,English is not my native language.

(DC masterlist)

Jason knew he shouldn't get carried away by teenage exploits, he learned that after his disappointment as Robin, but he couldn't push them away when it came to you.

You were always Jason's sweetest teenage dream, the most idealized and perfect young love. He even remembers the two of you sharing a quick kiss in your teens, but everything had dissipated by the time he died.

Your teenage love never had time, it died prematurely with Jason in that warehouse. When the boy, now with a lock of white in his hair, came back, he was too blinded by hatred to have time for that feeling and, despite having you by his side, you were only his friend, the closest one, and your unlived love had been put aside by both of you.

On another of Gotham's cold nights, the Red Hood walked the rooftops looking for a crime, there was nothing reported in his communication, but he always preferred to check with his own eyes and there was always something and tonight would be no different.

He just didn't find what he expected, instead of Gotham's characteristic night crimes, Jason saw you coming out of a coffee shop. The vigilante knew about your mania for believing in your instincts to save you from nighttime dangers or even the luck of having one of the vigilantes to save you, which he thought was idiotic.

He was about to text you "Go home, now", but before he could even pick up his cell phone, he saw a figure approaching from behind you, he immediately raised one of his guns, that would be a clear shot, what prevented you from firing was the quick way you turned back with one of your characteristic smiles.

You had taken the coffee the boy offered you while holding another. You were now walking side by side, laughing and chatting openly. Red Hood tilted his head to the side, who was that?

He remembers knowing all his friends beforehand, it was common for you to spend evenings looking up the names of acquaintances on one of his surveillance computers, it was a good pastime in his words. But Jason was sure he didn't know that one, was he your friend? Well, with how happy he seemed to see you, that didn't seem the right word to use, but any other word sounded bitter in Jason's mind.

He wondered if he should walk away, it didn't seem right to be spying on you on top of a building in Gotham, even though that wasn't his initial intention, but it seemed so wrong to leave you there, to leave you with a guy who didn't know who he was, who didn't know what he wanted with you, to leave you with a guy who was looking at you in a way that Jason could do, something about it seemed very wrong to him, it all seemed very wrong.

Jason didn't notice any reciprocity on your part, but that didn't change the intention of the boy next to you, very interested, very smiling, very close. He should get you the fuck out of here, that's exactly what he should do, and before his body could even act on impulse to throw him towards the two of you, the vigilante's communicator rang, which almost enraged him.

He sighed, he had to go, a small crime a few blocks away, he was the closest vigilante, but at no time could he get you out of his mind, he didn't know exactly why, but it bothered him, like nothing before, he was sure he had gotten over his feelings for you, but that thing in his chest was unmistakable, he was jealous, not in a platonic way, of course not. He didn't want that guy to touch you, he didn't want that guy to kiss you or love you, because he would never love you the way Jason would, and just the possibility of him having the chance to do that put Jason's thoughts into a fog.

You were now sewing Jason up in the bathroom of your apartment, he was inside your bathtub, while you were sloppily sewing up his arm "Are you trying to torture me?" Hissed the man in response to your carelessness with his recent injury, you didn't reply to his comment, not considering him worthy of your attention.

When you'd finished what you were doing, you began to bandage the man's wound. You didn't have much idea what you were doing, despite your years with Jason and your not-so-rare nights as a doctor, you'd never really got the hang of it, you only did it because Jason never had anyone to heal him and you refused to let him sew himself up.

"Hey, what are you trying to do?" Jason said with a slightly irritated, pain-induced tone. "You're complaining too much to someone who showed up at my apartment bleeding," a little anger leaked out of your words, but Jason knew it was only the beginning.

You finished the bandage and let go of his arm, getting up and leaning against the bathroom doorframe, and stood there staring at Jason "You should just tell me if you intend to shower with me." You sighed at his idiotic comment. "Can you explain to me how this shit happened and how you ended up in my house?" Your face contorted in anger and you crossed your hands in front of you, you were really angry.

"I already explained it to you." said Jason before getting up from the bath and putting a towel wrapped around his waist, an act that made you turn your back, giving him a minimum of privacy. "Yeah, Jason, you told me it was a simple robbery and how does that end up with you being stabbed?" You said, still unyielding in your temper, and that was Jason's turn to sigh. He knew you were right, a simple robbery in an alley with a guy definitely inferior to him shouldn't end up with him being stabbed, it never did.

"I was distracted thinking about other things." Now he wondered why he hadn't told you a great story, one full of highly trained men and swords instead of a penknife, that would have spared him this conversation. He walked past you, into your room, and opened one of the drawers in your dresser, one of the ones where you made him keep his clothes for occasions like this.

"What's so important that you'd risk your life, what the fuck, Jay?" you were revolting at his simplistic response. "It was a stab in the arm, don't be so exaggerated." He said as he pulled out a set of clothes from the dresser. You let out a strangled sigh in disbelief. Jason heard your footsteps approaching and turning towards you, you stopped in front of him. Jason was always amazed at how beautiful the yellowish light in your apartment made you look.

"Be honest." Your tone was harsh, leaving no space for another of the vigilante's taunts, which Jason felt as a challenge, which quickly brought on the feeling Jason was trying to ward off, jealousy. He clenched his jaw, he really tried to control it, but it felt wild, way beyond Jason's control and he wanted explanations.

"Who was that?" His tone was different from everything he had said that night, a firm voice, like he was interrogating you, he didn't feel the need to hide it any longer and even if he tried he wouldn't be able to, it seemed stronger than him. "Who?" Your face gave way to a confused expression, a distant one from the one before, which only made Jason squint a little and run his tongue over his teeth, an arrogant posture, as if he was suspicious of your words.

"What were you doing tonight?" You still didn't know who he was talking about "The guy in the coffee shop.". And now you were angry again "Were you fucking spying on me?" The man rolled his eyes at your doubt "Don't be ridiculous." Leaving where he was trapped between you and the dresser.

"Now, am I ridiculous for thinking that you knowing exactly where I was minutes ago is espionage?" You almost shouted, still facing the dresser, as Jason brazenly got dressed behind you. "It's not spying, I was doing my job and you were there. Turn around." You followed his command, returning to the proximity of your bodies, you were really trying to make it look like a draw. "Okay, Jason, you weren't spying on me, now how the fuck does that relate to you getting stabbed?"

"Are you still in love with me?" His tone was serious, he didn't seem angry, but there was something there that wasn't gentle, his eyes analyzed you differently. Jason didn't lose his touch as you looked away quickly, before returning in a more lost way. You looked almost distressed. "What does that mean?" Your voice left no doubt, almost stuck in your throat, as if it didn't want to come out, as if it had been there for a long time.

"Before I died, you said you were in love with me..." Benevolent territory for disaster, Jason felt his feelings piercing him, the love he felt for you, the anger at his own death, the jealousy of some stupid guy who kept you company tonight. Everything was mixing inside him, fermenting a probable collapse. "Do you still do it?" Even so close to your face he still seemed to be hunting your gaze, looking for something, that feeling he felt for you and hoped would be reciprocated with the same intensity, he wanted you to feel something boiling inside you too and for the same reason as him, love, not in a platonic way, but the rawest, most numbing romantic love and he hoped that feeling would be for him.

You didn't have a good answer for that, the only thing you knew was that Jason had been the first boy you'd ever liked and as you looked into his eyes you thought you'd be the only one for the rest of your life or maybe it was just the longing of youth talking, maybe it was the fact that you never had the chance to love him like you wanted to every night, maybe it's the fact that you never knew where that feeling would take you both, or maybe it's the fact that you've never stopped thinking about him for a single day since his death, along with the fact that Jason made you fall in love a second time with the new person he was, a slight remnant of the old boy, but one you loved even more, in a way that no teenage love resembles. You knew the answer, but you didn't have time to give it to Jason.

Your lips had been captured by Jason's, an eager kiss, steeped in desperation. He feared your answer, he feared that your answer would be "no" and he would never have the chance to do that, to lose you without ever having the chance to kiss you as he had always wanted to, and he also feared your "yes", that you too would feel something piercing you for so long, that you would want him entirely, that you would love him.

Unaware of all Jason's fears, you just let that moment consume you, giving yourself completely to the kiss, giving yourself completely to Jason, entwining your fingers in the wet strands of hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, giving him more room to explore your mouth, hoping that with the act he would find the answer he was looking for.

At some point you pulled away, but you still had Jason's arms around your waist, he had put him there at some point during your kiss. Your breathing was a little ragged and his wasn't much different "I don't want to be presumptuous, so how does this have to do with the start of our conversation?"

Jason let out a slight laugh at her question "We've just kissed and you're still talking about it?" His voice was humorous, the tightness around his waist lessening a little. "Well, I can't relate one event to the other," you said as if it were obvious.

"Is he, the boy from the coffee shop, something of yours?" He said, ignoring your doubt, hoping you'd got that kiss right. "Just a work colleague and...?" You still wanted to know how this related to all the events of the evening. "Then we don't need to talk about it anymore." And before you had a chance to oppose his decision, he gave you another kiss. Jason was never going to confess that he had been stabbed because he was jealous of you with someone else, never, he would rather go through a long night of questioning you, which he would silence with kisses, he knew that soon you would connect everything and have your answer.

You were no longer Jason's teenage love, the two of you were too old and disbelieving for something so innocent, what you felt for each other was something hotter, more dangerous, something that Jason was sure could lead to his death at any moment, but he was still in love with you in the same numb and clumsy way as before, just as he did when he was Robin and would now do as the Red Hood.

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gatitties · 8 months

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Hi🤗♡.

Can I request teen!fem Reader with the (strawhat pirates & kid pirates & heart pirates)( the older version of them please in there 40 or 60).

The Reader got hurt very badly and she was in coma for month.

But of course everything was fine when the Reader wakes up and everyone is happy♡.

P.s : take your time okay :) .

─Strawhats, Kid Pirates & Heart Pirates x teen!reader (platonic)

─Summary: A life-threatening attack hits you and everyone is worried about your condition

─Warnings: the characters are older, like in those 40/60 year old drawings (reference)

─ You are the little light of the group, being the youngest everyone was always watching you in battle, they had full faith in your abilities, but they would not stop being worried.

─ But you're not always in a completely accessible place, the others also have their own fights at the same time so the world seems to stop when the sound of your body hitting the ground catches Nami's attention. "Oh- No- no- my god, Chopper!"

─ Usopp, who was the one who had only been running and launching light attacks, was the first to approach your body, noticing a large pool of blood around you and a big blow on your head, he turned pale when he saw you.

─ He easily carried you in his arms and took you to a less dangerous place while Chopper rushed to finish off his own opponent, he was with you in just a couple of minutes, he could be older, but he won't stop losing his nerve when he has than treating a loved one, "A doctor! We need a doctor right away!" "You're the doctor?!" "Oh right!"

─ While the others finish as quickly as possible to know if you are okay, you are treated emergency, managing to stop the bleeding and stabilizing your vital signs.

─ The problem was that you spent one day sleeping, two, three… and it became the longest week for the entire crew.

─ Everyone was impatient and uneasy, they would not forgive themselves if something happened to you, they knew that you would wake up sooner or later, they would just wait for you.

─ Chopper checks on you daily, Sanji puts a glass of fresh water on the nightstand every day in case you wake up and no one is there at that moment, Luffy and Usopp will sit down to play any board game to keep you company, Zoro will take some occasional nap on the floor (chopper puts some pillows and blankets there because age doesn't forgive back pain), Nami and Robin will talk to you as if you were gossiping with them on a normal day, Brook will sing something at night so that in your sleep better, Jinbe and Franky stop by from time to time to see if you're awake.

─ Everyone's spirits fade when the second week passes with no indication that you will wake up and they think the worst, however they cling to the fact that your condition is stable, you are healthy and you are much younger than them.

─ A month later, Luffy had fallen asleep resting his hand on your shoulder, he didn't give you time to open your eyes and you already had your captain hugging you. "Hey, it's been a while, I don't even sleep that much after a good meal!"

─ You laughed confused because you obviously didn't know how long you had been out, and it didn't take long for the others to find out, you were surrounded in a big hug although Chopper scolded everyone because he still had to do one last check before letting you walk freely.

─ This team fights with everything it has and you were not going to be less, although much younger, you were much more energetic than that whole group of old men, as you affectionately nicknamed them since they sometimes called you kiddo or child.

─ The problem is that sometimes you were somewhat impulsive, and that's why you attacked too quickly. Kid smiled, seeing himself reflected in your recklessness, although he scolded you. "Don't get ahead, these guys aren't as weak as they seem."

─ You turned a deaf ear since you had advanced well in the attack, but in an instant everything had gone black for you, a fatal blow to the abdomen left you completely out of combat.

─ "Oh fuck, the kiddo is hurt, shit- like, really screwed up, needs medical attention right away!" Heat is the one closest to you and the one in charge of protecting you until the bloodbath ends, which they do more quickly.

─ Killer knows that you won't wake up today because when they sewed the wound you didn't wake up because of the pain, he knew that you were very complaining about pain of any kind despite being a teenager.

─ The tension grows as the days go by, uncertainty because you don't wake up to joke that you've knocked down more guys, they are mentally torturing themselves even though they don't let it be seen.

─ Wire will talk to you to tell you all the gossip you miss, Killer will stop by every morning before starting the day hoping to see that you are standing, Heat will sleep next to you some days and Kid will not visit as often because he is venting his discomfort in his workshop.

─ Kid has been in a worse mood the last few weeks because you were the person with the smallest hands and he needed your help with some screws that were too small, which delayed his project, he missed your annoying little presence making jokes about his old age .

─ Killer had full faith that you would wake up sooner or later because they had treated you on time, it just made him nervous not knowing when it would be, "I will make your favorite food if you wake up today…" he always said in the hope that the food would open your eyes.

─ A month later when everyone got used to the lack of a gremlin running from one place to another (they didn't get used to it, that's what they want to think), you woke up, there was no one there at that moment so you got rid of all the cables, feeling good.

─ "Hey child- holy shit! you're awake, hey- what are you doing up?! You need to get checked before you walk around again" "I'm fresh as a lettuce captain! I can't say the same for you… but uh-" "I'm glad to see you're okay." He put his only arm over your shoulder and squeezed you like in a wrestling hold, roughly rubbing your head.

─ They used you as an excuse to have a party, although you didn't care much because you also celebrated and ate your favorite food.

─ Law was going to kill Shachi and Penguin because you got hurt on a mission with them, you took several hits, which exhausted you, and what you thought would be a nap back on the submarine ended up being something worse.

─ They tried to keep you awake while they used what Law had taught them about minimal care, but you couldn't continue.

─ They didn't even set foot in the submarine and you were already in a bed in the infirmary, the smell of blood gave away your condition, "I want a report on what happened and the area of the body that was most beaten, we will talk about your punishment later", both swallowed, knowing that their captain did not like to see his comrades injured but above all, to see someone with so much life ahead of them injured.

─ You are treated immediately and quickly, Law knows that you will not wake up for at least a week due to the blows and your condition, but you would get out of this, that does not prevent him from feeling an emptiness in the pit of his stomach.

─ Bepo will be in your room most of the time, reading out loud so that according to him, you wouldn't get bored in your dreams, Shachi and Penguin got some free time (because they were forced to clean the entire submarine until it shined) to apologize to you.

─ Ikakku stopped by from time to time to check your vital signs and tell you some things that had been happening.

─ Even though they knew you would wake up, not knowing when the moment would be made the entire crew impatient, although Law detected some changes in your condition after a month, he knew when you would finally open your eyes, which reassured him.

─ "What the hell…?" You mumbled when you woke up seeing that your arms and legs were tied, "I'm glad to see you awake" "How are you glad if I'm tied to a bed? Oh don't tell me, have you finally lost your mind and going to dissect me?" He sighed "Security, I knew you were going to get up as soon as you woke up and I want to do one last check" "Sure…"

─ Everyone found out later because you started screaming as if you were being tortured just because had to supply something with a syringe, at least you prolonged your hug with Bepo because of that.

─ Shachi and Penguin apologized to you again, but you downplayed it, right now what mattered most to you was having a good meal, you were hungry and Ikkaku had the solution to all your problems.

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girlboypersonthingy · 1 month

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Hello I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but I had an idea about a hazbin hotel request, so what if everyone at the hotel (except Alastor) consider the reader a big sister who takes shit from no one, like will slap someone without hesitation if they talk bad about any of their friends, especially when Valentino tries something will literally beat him up until he's half dead. (If you're not comfortable with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight)

Oh, nonnie, you are never a bother! I love getting new requests, feeds my soul tbh. I love this idea too! As much as I love romantic x readers and NS/FW x readers, I also love me some platonic Hazbin 🤍 good morning/afternoon/evening to you and ENJOY!

Notes: fem!reader, this is kinda short sorry, added Alastor at the end but just a snippet :)

TW: aggression, fighting, swearing

Rough and Tough- Hazbin x platonic!reader

Charlie ❤️‍🔥

Adores your passion and bravery but is often the one to hold you back or stand between you and your foe.

She loves keeping you close tho bc she has a hard time asserting dominance and speaking up for herself and you’re always willing to speak your mind on her behalf. You always help uplift and empower her, she greatly appreciates that.

Charlie also really does see you as a sister. As an only child, she grew up pretty sheltered and lonely, but being with you now is really healing her inner child.

When Charlie is having any kind of issue, she always goes to Vaggie, her darling girlfriend. But, when Charlie feels the need to vent about and get advice on her relationship with Vaggie, she turns to you. When Vaggie is busy and away, Charlie goes to you.

Pretty much every weekend, Charlie invites you and the other girls in the hotel to her room for a sleep over and some fun girly time

You def tagged along with her to the meeting with heaven along with Vaggie and while Vaggie is like “keep a cool head, babe.” You’re literally trying to climb up to where Adam is seated so you can rip that smug smile off his stupid, ignorant, narcissistic face and slap Lute with it.

Vaggie’s just panicking as she tries to keep you and Charlie calm lmao

Vaggie ⚔️

TWO PEAS IN A POD TBH

Vaggie adores you and you are often each other’s impulse control and each others biggest instigators

Vaggie getting pissed that someone is trying to sabotage the hotel and storming up to the traitor with her angelic spear cocked back and ready to kill

Enter big sis pulling her back and trying to talk some sense into her

Also you getting livid when someone talks negatively about Vaggie being a fallen angel, or worse being a former exorcist and being untrustworthy

Bad words and ugly names are pouring from your angry mouth, fists balled up and ready to go, muscles tense in anticipation

Cue Vags hugging you as she pulls you away, whispering that it doesn’t bother her so don’t let it bother you

But it bothers you bc you know it bothers her…she doesn’t deserve that.

As Rosie said, maybe she’s trying to be redeemed too…? Being shit talked is only going to put bad thoughts in her head and you can’t stand to see your family belittled like that

Sometimes, if the situation is just bad enough, you and Vaggie lose it together and no one can stop yall now. It’s honestly just as frightening as when Alastor shows his full demon form, you and Vaggie violently teamed up together like this.

Angry Vaggie + Angry big sis reader = a terrible ending for whoever is at the sharp end of her spear and at the mercy of your fists

Angel Dust 🕸️

Is very intimidated by you at first but grows so fond of you as he gets to know you. He admires your courage so much, he wishes he could be more like you.

He never feels safer than when he’s at the hotel with you near by. He knows that whatever he lacks when up against an opponent, you’ll be there to pick up the slack and watch his back.

Angel doesn’t have many true friends or familial figures in hell, and he misses his own sister so terribly. You fill that empty spot in his heart so perfectly, he wishes you had been around when he was still alive.

You two hang out a lot- his flirty, bubbly, goofy demeanor and your kind, accepting but stubborn attitude makes for some fun late night talks and some exciting outings together

Some dude tries to touch Angel out on the street without his consent? Oh fuck no. Before he knows it, the loser demon is groaning from the hard concrete floor as you grab Angel by the wrist, both of you stepping over the banged up body of the handsy asshole.

“It’s called consent! Look it up, ya fuckin prick.” Angel gets such a confidence boost being with you, you are the physical threat and he is the voice that tears them apart even further. You bruise their skin, he bruises their ego

Angel can’t help but laugh everytime you lose it for him. He just enjoys your company and support so much. He says he can handle himself and while he totally can, it’s just nice to have someone back him up, someone who truly cares for him.

Husk 🃏

BRO IS SUCH AN INSTIGATOR!!!

While Vaggie and Charlie often try to hold you back and calm you down, Husk cheers you on in any and every tense situation you find yourself in

“Oooooh you’re in for it now, bone head.” He’ll smirk and watch with a pleased smirk on his face as you pummel some sinner who dared to threaten the hotel and its residents

Husk’s fav pastime is sitting back with a bottle of booze as he watches you just go ham on some stupid, loud mouth loser who tried to pick a fight with the former overlord

Husk isn’t afraid of a fight, he’s not afraid to get up close and personal with the action but he must admit it’s nice to feel cared for enough to have someone sacrifice their own safety just to protect him.

The only time Husk has intervened during one of your episodes of frustration and rage is when Alastor said something to Husk that rubbed you the wrong way. Seeing Husk’s terrified and helpless expression in response to Alastor’s threats lights a fire in your chest.

“How dare you talk to him like that! I don’t give a shit if you own him, he’s not your fucking pet, you piece of-“

Husk practically, no literally begged Alastor to let it go and leave you be which he did but only bc he sort of admired your lack of fear and your loving but fierce protective attitude.

Husk also greatly admires your lack of fear and strong will. He wishes you were his family for real, maybe he wouldn’t be so depressed and fucked up.

Sir Pentious 🐍

Admires tf out of you, babies tf out of you.

He sees you as more of a little sis, wanting to coddle and defend you always.

Sees you coming back to the hotel one day with some bruises and bloody hands and hes immediately comforting you, trying to clean you up even tho you’re clearly fine.

But, he must confess he loves teaming up with you bc together you’re the perfect pair- Pentious with his tools and inventions and intricate weapons and you with your amazing strength and hot headed, witty comebacks and your courage and your quick thinking.

When he feels that he needs to step in and keep you from doing something stupid, he does so with all his might. Pentious would rather face your wrath himself than let you go and get yourself hurt or killed.

Go ahead, take your anger out on him but don’t risk yourself just for him.

You two totally bond over wanting to be seen as evil, devious and powerful but you’re both actually soft little sweet hearts deep down.

You two cry together a lot lmao. It’s always him crying first and then his crying triggers you.

He would frequently talk to you about how you are always so brave, fearless, strong, never faltering, never second guessing yourself. He’d ask where you learned to be so sure of yourself, he wants to learn to be more like that.

Alastor 🩸

SEES YOU AS HIS EQUAL BUT WILL NEVER ADMIT IT. CANT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU STAND YOUR GROUND AGAINST EVERY ENEMY YOU’VE EVER TAKEN ON, EVEN HIMSELF. YOU HAVE NO POWERS, YOU OWN NO SOULS, YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS PARTNERS OR BLOOD RELATIVES DOWN HERE SO WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU’RE SO SPECIAL??? YOU’RE NOT SCARED OF HIM? OH, VERY INTERESTING. HE WANTS TO CUT YOUR LITTLE BRAIN OPEN AND EXAMINE IT, YOU’RE JUST AN ENIGMA TO HIM, HE ADORES YOU. WISHES YOU REALLY WERE THE DAUGHTER HE SPAWNED FOR REAL FOR REAL HE’D BE SO PROUD

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wheneclipsefalls · 9 months

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Pairing: Neteyam (23) x Fem Metkayina Reader x Lo’ak (22)

Masterlist I Ao3

This is a contiuation of the Lesson Learned series but can be read as a stand alone

part 1 I part 2

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: intense doms, harsh, p in v, voyeurism, threesome, possessive behavior, strict rules, spanking, etc.

A/N: Hey Anon, sorry this took so incredibly long but here it is finally!

As always reblogs, comments and any feedback is beyond appreciated!

“Akeo!” You jump to your feet, bounding down the expanse of wet sand and straight into the rushing waves. The canoe has barely met the shoreline before you are rushing toward the Metkayina male, arms open wide in anticipation of his embrace. Akeo wears a face splitting grin at the sight of your exuberant greeting.

He has been gone for three months. Out on a hunting trip with a small group of Metkayina males out at the other islands surrounding your home village. It’s a long time to go without seeing your best friend. You’re used to sharing the stories and struggles of each other’s day till the weight of your responsibilities drift away in the wind. You have known him since you were children, building sand maruis near the shoreline.

Your relationship has been nothing but platonic, despite his handsome features and clear show of his ability to provide for a potential mate. You two have never been able to see one another as more than a found sibling. You spend more time teasing and making fun of the other than ever seeing each other as potential mates. The thought alone makes a disturbed shiver run down your spine.

His defined arms graciously wrap around your middle, spinning the two of you around in a circle as your feet dangle from the substrate. It feels natural to be in the arms of your friend again, giggles of glee erupting from your chest.

“Hey pearl.” He grins, finally setting you down. A familiar fondness settles in your heart at the familiar nickname, one that he has always called you since you were little and you had been obsessed with breaking open clams to find those pretty little balls of white.

“For such a mighty warrior, you sure take a long time to just rangle together a few fish.” The teasing tone is light and ellicites a feigned frown to overtake his features. An expression of mock hurt compliments the hand he clasps to his chest in a fake act of wounded offense.

“A few fish?! Yeah don’t worry it’s just the majority of supplies the entire clan will need for the winter. But yeah, silly me taking so long to keep your skxawng ass from starving.” He pokes at your sides as the two of you make your way back towards the damp sand.

Your grin falters when you catch a glimpse of the familiar swinging braids at the corner of your vision. Neteyam stands at one of the canoes, helping the hunting party to wind up the large fishing net. The oldest Sully has always been generous in his efforts to aid returning hunting parties, but this time you wonder if there is an ulterior motive to explain his presence.

His golden piercing gaze doesn’t look down at his handy work once, instead electing to seer your skin with a possessive fire.

He’s still mad. Still fuming with the after effects of the argument that occurred between the two of you that morning. You had strayed outside of the reef longer than expected, effectively making you late to the morning walk the two of you had planned. Waiting was never an issue for Neteyam, he tries his best to remain patient on his best days, but going outside of the reef has a tendency to make him nervous. He’s used to being protective, looking out for those around them and monitoring situations to make sure they’re safe. Your relationship only intensifies these feelings, resulting in specific rules that are meant to keep you out of harm’s way.

Strict rules that oftentimes make you want to pull your hair and stick your tongue out childishly at the handsome male. On your best days you reign in these impulses and work to soothe his concern with tender touches and submissive acts of obedience.

This morning was not your best day. After a drawn out lecture he threatened to put you over his knee and tan your hide and that is when you lost it. The overprotective attitude has driven you to the limit. You fought and hissed back at him, using choice words that you would never dream of using on a normal day, but they slipped out anyway.

It’s a mystery how you made it out of there without a red ass and tear streaks down your cheeks, but the arrival of the hunting party is partly to praise for your sneaky escape.

You’re used to fighting with Lo’ak. His arrogance and possessive attitude commonly gets the two of you into spitting arguments that traditionally end with him fucking every ounce of anger out of you till you are acting like his sweet little slut again. Those feuds leave you sore but otherwise are nothing to stress over.

Fighting with Neteyam is different. He is the patient brother. The brother that pulls Lo’ak back from completely losing his top. When you manage to get under his skin and draw out an infuriated attitude, you’re in for a world of punishment. Lo’ak is always quick to follow Neteyam blindly into a domineering and angry attitude, trusting that if you have managed to break his brother’s controlled resolve you deserve the punishment that is coming your way.

Despite the fierce anger that comes off him in cadence with the waves of the sea, you do your best to ignore the male and focus on your friend.

It’s asking for a world of hurt, but your own anger is enough to cover your logical impulses in a haze of mist.

You deserve this time. You have every right to be with your best friend and every right to go out without the permission of your possessive mates.

Akeo has been back for several days. The two of you have been making the most of your time together by filling each other’s days with divings trips and fun meals shared with endless laughter and stories. You are accustomed to spending ample amounts of time with your friend, but that was before you had two mates that watched your every move.

In all honesty you consider it a miracle from Eywa that neither brother has sought you out for an ass whipping yet. It’s strange behavior. Out of character for the two. Enough to reasonably raise suspicion but you are too content to dwell on the matter.

Perhaps Neteyam has come around to realizing his mistake.

Foolishly you let yourself believe that for once he will reel back on the protective behavior and apologize to you. Maybe even convince Lo’ak to let you off the hook this once.

Akeo is oblivious to this hidden predicament as he spears another small fish and hoists it over the fire carefully. Or at least you think he is.

“You cried for two days after that tattoo. Wailing like an injured Tulkun about the leftover sting.” You sneer at him, mischief dancing across your features. Akeo is quick to defend himself, taking the teasing as a bite at his masculinity.

“Your love for exaggeration knows no bounds. It was one single tear during the tattoo.” The orange glow from the flames accentuate the referred to tattoo swirled around his upper bicep.You don’t bother to fight back with a response, just a simple roll of your eyes.

A grin of victory spreads across his lips, but something catches his eye. He looks past your shoulder and the sincerity in that smile wavers. You're nervous to follow his attention, already afraid that you know the source of his sudden mood shift. Sure enough, Lo’ak watches from a nearby gathering of Na’vi. His golden orbs are seated with unbridled anger. The pure intensity of that focused stare sends a wave of heat along your back that you swear is from him alone and not the flickering flames of the fire.

Neteyam claps a hand on his brother’s shoulder, noticing the tensing muscles that indicate Lo’ak’s intention to leap up and stomp over there. In normal circumstances, the sight of Neteyam holding his younger brother back is a welcomed sight, one that has saved you from his full wrath more times than you can count. However, now you can see the shifting muscles of the eldest Sully’s clenched jaw and you know this is not your redemption in play.

It was idiotic to believe your little dispute was over.

A bratty determination has already been summoned inside of you so instead of backing down and crawling over to beg for forgiveness you return your attention back to Akeo. This is your time with him. Consequences be damned.

“Pearl…” Akeo hesitates, broad shoulders stiffening visibly. “Is it ok that you and I are hanging out? Seems like your boyfriends aren’t the biggest fans of me.” He lets out a strained chuckle, eyes flicking over to the referred pair.

Looking back later you eventually recognize your decisions here as a rebellious attempt to retaliate against Neteyam’s protective rules, using your friend to make a point, but in the moment the foolishness of your response evades you.

“They aren’t the boss of me.” You scoff, flipping your wavy hair over your shoulder in an assertion of confidence. Akeo is unconvinced. He may not know the inner workings of your new relationship with the brothers but he has heard enough talk from the other clan members to know that the two of them are typical dominant Na’vi males. Taking great pride in calling out your submissive nature at every chance possible.

“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.” You ignore the friendly warning. Frankly the worried look in Akeo’s eyes offends you. Since when did he start doubting your ability to roam freely? That little interaction acts as a refining wall to your resolve. Even as your loincloth dampens from the meer feel of ogling eyes at your back, you decide to stand your ground.

The rest of the night flies by seamlessly. Akeo shares stories from his trip and asks occasional questions about your mating with the Sully brothers. He recalls watching your interest spike upon the arrival of the Sully family but it is a lot to take in that you are now mated to the two of them. It doesn’t surprise him, but does summon forward his curiosity. Were it not for the current fight that lingers between you and the brothers you would have shared more details and cute snippets with your friend, but the standoff sours your mood towards such topics.

Akeo understands, prompting him to call it in for the night early. You go to protest, promising strong liquor and a basket of sweet fruit you found the other day to share. The bob of his Adam's apple is enough to tell you that either Neteyam, Lo’ak, or both are still surveillancing the interaction.

“I’m exhausted, Pearl. Besides, not sure how your new lovers would feel about me getting you drunk.”

It comes across as a joke but both of you know there is a serious truth there. This infuriates you further. Your gut coils into a wave of untamed emotion, threatening to bubble at the surface. You feel another “bratty episode”, as Lo’ak likes to call it, coming on in full force. It is only the potential humiliation in front of your friend that stops you from stomping your foot like a child.

Akeo doesn’t walk you home like usual. He calmly explains that your mates will surely want to do that themselves. He waves goodnight and disappears past the cluster of maruis. You on the other hand have no intention of walking home with Neteyam or Lo’ak. When you get in moods like this you often find yourself walking back to your old marui where you can pout and deprive your mates of sleeping with you.

Of course, this tactic has never worked. Sooner or later one of them comes to drag you home and sort out your little attitude.

However, you don’t think about this fact as you take a distorted path back to your marui, careful to leave when both of their heads are turned. Fallens seeds and nuts crunch beneath your feet, you walk bordering on the line of stomping. Your arms cross over your chest with visible frustration, indented by the beaded top that covers your perked nipples.

The night air prickles at your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your head is filled with unreasonable plans of revenge. Ideas of going outside the reef tomorrow without notice just to piss off Neteyam even more. You can already vividly imagine the creased wrinkle that forms between his browline whenever his temper comes to a high. It is your plotting that yields you vulnerable.

Sharp pain erupts, tingling down your spine and twitching at your ears. It takes a moment to realize that the attack comes from a harsh yank and grip capturing your kuru. You swat at the hands, spinning from side to side until the sensitive braid is released.

Stumbling backward to regain your footing you finally spot Lo’ak.

Hands placed firmly along the swirling tattoos on his hips, Lo’ak sneers at you with an unwavering fierceness that tells you all you need to know.

There is no hesitation in your decision to run. The beads of your loincloth clank back and forth between your inner thighs when you pick up speed into a full sprint. You dodge mangrove trees in the forest left and right. The thundering footsteps behind you do little to conjure a feeling of confidence but it’s too late to turn back now.

You’ve made a mistake. You should know better than anyone that Lo’ak enjoys the chase. He relishes in the feeling of closing in on you, asserting his dominance and prowess easily. You would be lying if you said there isn’t a part of you that also becomes excited by the rush of being chased. The thickening slick sticking to your loincloth would expose you easily.

Regardless, this doesn’t stop you from putting all your energy into the desperate flee. Your grumpy demeanor has not been tamed by his presence and you are determined to keep it that way. The whip of the night air against your cheeks causes the blood to rise and dampen your cheeks in a feigned blush. The wide expanse of your tail swishes back and forth with every pounding step.

Lo’ak doesn’t try to hide his advances. He wants you to know that he is close. Wants you to anticipate the inevitable capture that awaits you. The rumbling growl reverberating through the air is yet another reminder of how much trouble you are in.

It’s a wonder that you make it this far. Lo’ak’s experience running through the woods far exceeds yours. He grew up dodging underlying roots with bounding little feet and clawing at trees to climb from the moment his chubby hands could handle. Your expertise is in the water, a domain that the brothers have each successfully adapted to beautifully. However, you don’t bother to waste effort on wondering how you have made it this far.

You round the corner, hopeful to find refuge in the hanging vines of clustered mangroves. Looking back, you can’t spot Lo’ak. For a moment it seems that your last minute plan has worked, but then you bump into a hard surface.

You collide with Neteyam’s heaving chest, losing your balance slightly and stumbling backwards. Without waiting to process your doom you turn on your heel and lunge in the opposite direction. It’s too late. Neteyam harshly grasps your swatting tail and uses it as a leash to pull you backwards.

He has you flipped over his right shoulder before you can deliver the first clumsy swing at his chest. His forearms traps your thighs against his upper chest but that does not stop your insistent kicking. Your small balled up fists bounce off the curve of his back. He doesn’t so much as flinch.

“Let me go!” You wail with a whiny timber.

Through the splaying curtain of your cascading curls you spot Lo’ak leisurely rounding the tree, expression unsurprised at seeing your compromised position. This has always been the plan. Once again you have fallen into traps and plots that the Sully brothers have made sure you are not privy to.

“Looks like someone is in one of her moods.” Amusement is barely prevalent in his tone, cloaked by the stern scowl etched in Lo’ak’s lips.

“Yeah well so am I.” The rumble of Neteyam’s accented voice is toe curling. It forces your heart to skip a beat. You can imagine his sharp canines poking out and glimmering in the light, exposing his grinding teeth clamped together. That is a look that you have rarely come across but one that has undoubtedly been carved into your memory. It carries an undertone of dark warnings. Ones that are meant to saddle you into softer obedience but instead rallies together your last bit of determination through uncaged fear.

“I want to go home!” Your shriek prompts Lo’ak to step forward and wrestle your swinging hands into the palm of one of his four fingered hands, preventing you from hitting Neteyam’s back any further.

“Oh don’t worry. You’re going home.” Neteyam grumbles, starting the journey through the mangroves.

“And staying there until this little attitude of yours is sorted out.” Lo’ak finishes for him.

Despite the warning bells that go off in your head, you proceed to kick and squirm with all your might. The overhanging branches of towering trees create jagged patterns of moonlight across the sandy floor but it doesn’t hinder your recognition of the path. You know exactly how far the three of you are from Neteyam’s marui. When the journey starts coming towards an end your panic kicks up and you start tugging frantically at your caught wrists.

Naturally these efforts are wasted as you soon find yourself thrown back onto your feet, inside the entrance of the cozy marui. Lo’ak easily catches you by the waist when you attempt to run past them once more. The fabric flaps close behind him, blocking the glow of the moonlight and sealing your fate.

Pinned against Lo’ak’s chest, your determination to escape cools into a bratty desire to ignore the pair. They may be able to drag you there but that doesn’t mean you have to play along. The silent game is known to have gotten you in more trouble than it is worth but you can’t help but feel drawn to its appeal. It’s the last strand of power you hold over the situation.

One hand glides sinfully slow down the curve of your side until inching underneath the band of your loincloth. You bite the inside of your bottom lip, preparing yourself to keep the unbothered expression in place. You draw blood when Lo’ak’s hand possessively cups your vulva, tips of his fingers slotted dangerously close to your entrance.

“I hope you had fun with your little boyfriend because you are going to be paying for it tonight.” The ominous promise that falls from his lips awakens a heat within your core. You live under no delusion that he doesn’t feel the slick gathering there.

“Now would be a good time to start apologizing, yawne.” Lo’ak quietly suggests, fingers slowly spreading the lips of your cunt apart. The sensation is almost disorienting with the contrast to his stern tone. The tips of your ears twitch nervously but otherwise you maintain the cool composure you’ve built.

The stubbornness is not appreciated.

Neteyam’s nails dig into the skin of his hips, a bubbling anger threatening to break loose. The slight movement is enough to have your nerves twisting into a bundle of nervous anticipation. When Lo’ak’s finger swipes over your clit, an embarrassing gasp escapes your downturned lips. You immediately clamp it shut but only your sharp teeth can keep in small whimpers as he starts to flick and rub at the sensitive bud.

“You might want to listen to Loak, baby girl. Before you make things worse.” It’s the last warning the eldest brother is willing to give. You recognize the inflection of tone and hardened gaze that accompanies these points of no return. If there is a time to dig your way out of the hole it is now.

You stare back at him, teeth sunk into your inner lip to stop the sinful noises from releasing again. Pleasure blossoms in your core as Lo’ak continues to mercilessly tease and glide his fingers along your clit and opening. You know better than to take it as an act of kindness, instead only a game to get your resolve to crumble.

Heavy silence permeates the small marui. You can feel the flex of Lo’ak’s fingers and tension that spread along his chest. He is wound tight and Neteyam is right there with him, eyes ablaze with lust and fury.

“I’m sick of this shit.” Lo’ak hoarse voice rumbles before a sharp slap lands directly atop your clit. You hardly have time to jolt backwards in response before his hand is out of your loincloth and he is pressing you over the table. Your neck strains to look back at the shuffling brothers. There is no chance to escape as their bodies cage your bent form and Neteyam pins your wrists to the curve of your lower back with one hand.

You know what is coming, the position is unfortunately a familiar one, but your teeth still draw blood from your bottom lip when the first spank lands across your ass. Your left cheek burns with heat but you are barely able to process it before the Neteyam lands a matching hit to your right cheek. The brothers take turns, each focusing on a cheek and sit-spot in a random progression that has tears burning at the back of your eyes.

The azure skin is quick to redden with each cracking spank.

It becomes more difficult to harbor this aloof composure. Small whines and please tickle in your throat, on the brink of escaping. Your body naturally begins to betray you with squirming hips and flexing fingers that tell the Sully boys are close to breaking.

Neteyam lands three quicks spanks to your flesh, finally drawing a cry of pain past your parted lips.

It is all downhill from there. The incessant spanking continues without mercy as your delicate skin becomes hot to the touch. This punishment is a long time coming, you know that. Your reasoning behind the resistance slowly starts to slip away. The aching need becoming ever more present in your core only serves to make it more difficult.

Lo’ak harshly grips your red cheek, nails digging into the plump flesh.

“Ow! Lo’ak!” You squeal.

One of Lo’ak’s dark eyebrows raise, the hint of a smirk forming on his lips. You can barely make out his smug expression from your contorted position.

“Brought this on yourself, yawne.” Neteyam reminds you. His hand comes down on the other cheek. Your whimpers now come freely, intermittent with protests as they continue to tan your hide to an unnatural red color. “Disobedient little brat, determined to piss us off.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t be disobedient if your shitty rules weren’t so obsessive and controlling.”

Ironically the lack of pain is what sets the alarms off in your head. The consuming silence that takes the moment in its wake is what makes you realize what an astronomical mistake you have made. Tension bleeds into every second. The longer they both go without saying a word the more you wish they would simply yell or spank the daylights out of you.

“Neteyam I’m sorry. I’m sorry-”

A hand comes down hard on your right sit spot. The force is enough to cut off your sentence prematurely.

“I’m sorry sir! I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”

You squeal when your wavy hair is caught into a vice-like grip and used to hoist you backwards and flush against Neteyam’s chest. Incidentally you catch Lo’ak’s eyes. He is shaking his head in a way that tells you you’re really in for it now.

“Those shitty rules as you call them babygirl are there to protect. To take care of you, but they don’t do jack shit when you refuse to follow them.” The dark growl emintates in heated breath against the shell of your ear.

“I’m sorry.” You whimper.

“You had your chance to apologize, brat. You can thank Lo’ak for the three days you had to come to your senses.” You eyes snap to Lo’ak in surprise. It’s not what you were expecting. Normal scenarios had the roles reversed. “Me personally I was ready on day one to bend you over and teach you a lesson in front of your special friend.”

He accentuates the words in a way that has your stomach twisting. How could you have ever believed the brothers to let you off the hook so easily? To let you galavant with another male after just having a blow out fight you had barely escaped from.

“Maybe we should. Seems like our little slut needs a more…memorable punishment to make sure the message sticks.” Lo’ak chimes in. He prances forwards until his body is caging yours in from the side. Their towering frames create a looming shadow over you, encapsulating you in an invisible trap. Panic ripples through your veins.

Unauthorized images of being bent over in front of your best friend to be railed flashes to the forefront of your mind. You can’t deny that part of you becomes aroused by the idea, but you file that concerning revelation away for later analysis. The logical part of your brain that still operates knows that the humiliation would be too much to handle. Akeo would clearly see what a submissive little slut you have become.

“No! Please sir! I’m sorry Neteyam. It won’t happen again.” You plead.

A sharp slap is distributed abruptly to your thigh. You gape for words, trying to understand what you’ve done wrong but one pointed look gesturing towards the younger Sully brother, keys you in.

“I’m sorry Lo’ak. I’ll be good now.” Your eyes glisten with unshed tears, and your bottom lip trembles. Your arousal, however, has only continued to increase, now coating your loincloth.

His harsh exterior melts for a moment but only into a feigned sympathetic pout as he captures your chin between his fingers.

“Aw would you look at that. Now our little yawne wants to be good, huh? Is that it baby?” He coos, periodically shooting Neteyam a mischievous look.

Suspicion is quickly building but so is the lure towards submission. You become painfully aware of the emptiness in your pussy and you are quickly becoming okay with any measure that ends with a cock buried deep inside of you. Perhaps from both ends, as you know the brothers so eagerly enjoy.

“Yes sir.” You respond in a timid voice. Neteyam hums in satisfaction and the vibrations of his chest against your back send a shiver traveling up your spine. Somehow in the midst of your surrender you missed the expert fingers that traveled to the knot around your top. You let out a small gasp when the intricate top falls heavily to the floor and reveals your chest.

The nipples harden in the cool air of night and you brace yourself to feel the teasing torment of hungry hands pinching at them. To your surprise, it never comes.

“Going to make it up to us, babygirl? Be our good little slut tonight like you know you want to be?” Neteyam’s hands run a soft trail down your heaving chest and stomach until tickling at your hips, achingly close to the space between your legs.

You’re eager to agree, anxious to get back on their good side and consequently one step closer to finding your release. The few beads that Lo’ak had woven into a small braid in your hair last week swings as you nod your head frantically.

Woven fingers through your hair gently pull your head backwards till your neck is craning to look up at him. You can feel the slight tickle of Lo’ak’s hand now undoing your loincloth.

“Well look who has finally decided to behave.” Neteyam mockingly coos before giving you a soft eskimo kiss. The contrast of tender care and awaiting torment bundles your nerves together until there is a knot in your stomach. Now bare and trapped between them, you brace yourself for whatever plans the brothers have in store for you.

Lo’ak trails the tips of his nose teasingly up the expanse of your exposed neck. He nips at the soft skin, a foreshadow of marks he is sure to be leaving there throughout the night. You wonder if you will manage to face Akeo tomorrow without the branding marks of the Sully brothers staining your skin for all to see. Knowing Lo’ak, it’s unlikely.

“I know how you can start, mama.” Lo’ak purrs, large five fingered hands grasping your hips tightly.

“A-anything.”

It takes all your willpower to hold in a startled moan when the pads of his fingers part your soft folds, the tip just barely resting against your clit.

“Get this pretty pussy warmed up for us.” His pointer fingers brushes over your clit with a feather-like softness, making your body keen towards him. However, the touch is gone and suddenly both brothers release and step away from you. You’re bewildered and lost for a moment before Neteyam smirks and motions for you to lay out on the mat.

With shaking legs, you obey, laying on your back. You expect to feel the presence of one of the males slinking over you or see the expanse of star freckled skin slithering against yours but once again your expectations are off the mark.

“Well don’t be shy, mama. Give us a good little show.” Lo’ak urges. You strain your neck to see his cocky expression and firm stance with his hands on his hips. Both brothers settle to lounge about the marui. Lo’ak casually lays out on the hammock while Neteyam finds a space on the ground near your feet. The attention alone is unnerving and enough to have your cheeks warming up.

Your first instinct is to hide. Curl up into a ball to protect you from those prying eyes that light a fire in your lower stomach. Regardless, all it takes is one raised eyebrow from Lo’ak for you to banish that idea. This is unexplored territory between you three. Before you had met and mated with the brothers there were many lonely nights that you had explored your body and the pleasure it could produce like any other curious Na’vi.

This habit quickly fizzled out when you had two grown men who knew how to pleasure you in ways you could only imagine. Deeming that sufficient, Neteyam and Lo’ak had then decided that you were under no authority to touch your pussy without their permission, a rule you’ve been punished for breaking once before and do not plan on repeating.

Now with your small hands trails down the slopes of your own chest and stomach, the experience feels like a distant memory. It’s difficult to recall what things you did in the past to bring yourself closer to the edge. Your hands are smaller and feel less experienced than either of theirs and a part of you can’t help but feel disappointed by your own touch.

However, once the pads of your fingers dips past your thighs that then spread wide, you catch a better view of twin sets of golden eyes. Eyes that bore into every detail of your movements. Every minor shift in your expression and hitched breathing. That unrestrained attention has your tail swerving against the mat and a renewed pool of pleasure gathering in your core. It reminds you that this experience is not for you but for them.

For your mates that demand every part of your body and soul. Your mates that are currently putting you back in your place. Between them, where you belong.

Arousal helps to kick up some courage within you as you part your own folds.

“Wider.” Neteyam commands, pushing your feet further apart with his outstretched leg. The drifting of air along your heated flesh and phantom weight of their stares makes you feel even more vulnerable and exposed. Still, you gently tease one finger between your slick petals, savoring every tingle of sensation it brings.

At first you try to imagine that you are alone, back in a time where it was normal to touch yourself. Tapping into those memories of teasing with yourself until it only takes a few minutes to reach the climax. However, their presence is impossible to ignore, especially when intermittent commands slink through the air. Clear directions lead you to tickle along your inner thighs, tease one finger around the entrance, pinch your swollen clit till your hips are bucking.

It’s fascinating to witness that in the midst of this humiliation, your arousal only leaks further like a river between your legs. You enjoy this. There is no denying it, no matter what walls of denial you build in your head. Like a true little slut the brothers love to call you, you live up to this role. There is a part of you that cries in ecstasy at being dominated. A part that turns into a puddle at the idea of pleasing them without restraint or complaint.

Within the low glow of freckled bodies and bioluminescent plants in the marui, you are able to clearly make out Lo’ak’s silhouette. He lounges on the hammock completely relaxed, that is except for one part. One thick and hard body part that he is languidly stroking while maintaining eye contact with you. Naturally your attention is drawn to the way his thumb swipes over the head, collecting the glowing drop of precum there.

A pool of saliva gathers along your tongue. It’s almost tangible the way you can imagine the weight of his cock along your tongue. Vivid memories conjure up the ache that is always left after Lo’ak has you choking on his cock before shooting his load down your throat. It’s primal and degrading yet somehow leaves you desperate for more. Especially when it leaves your voice with a raw edge that others question the origins of.

His grip tightens when he sees the dumbfound gaze that follows it. You don’t need to trail your eyes upwards to know there is a cocky grin plastered along his lips. Cheeky boy always does love the way you oggle and beg and for him. The strokes are long and smooth, running over every visible vein of his member. A moan almost escapes your lips when you see it occasionally twitch.

Neteyam brings you back to your task with a harsh slap to your inner thigh.

“Did we tell you to stop, baby girl?” The rhetorical question holds a pointed edge to it, but also a hint of amusement.

“Sorry sir.” You whimper before frantically rubbing at your clit. The action only brings jagged jolts of occasional pleasure but you hope it is enough to be satisfying entertainment for them.

“So easily distracted, yawne.” Neteyam mocks, but he doesn’t make you stop staring at the younger brother. Your eyes flicker to his frame from time to time to see if this will be a double showing for you, but his cock is still tucked away in his loincloth, straining against the fabric.

There is a shift in Lo’ak’s body language. His head lulls against the rim of the hammock and hips push back against his own hand. They are clear indications that the forest male is getting closer to his release. His eyes dance hungrily along your bare frame, drinking in the sight of those slick covered petals and entrance on display for him. Still, he teases himself in effort to stay back from the edge. You pray that he is saving that load for you. Saving it to be shot deep inside of you or down your tight throat.

Neteyam on the other hand seems to be happy enough to revel in the sight of your trembling body. Occasionally he kicks your feet apart again when your fingers brush over just the right spot causing your thighs to close around them. At some point it takes a hand on each of your bent knees to keep them in place and provide an unobstructed view for him and Lo’ak.

He ignores the grunt of disapproval when his head blocks the view slightly as he lays a trail of kisses along your inner thigh. Some of his beaded braids brush against your other thigh and those combined sensations are almost too much to handle. Lo’ak rolls his eyes when Neteyam comes to rest his face in front of your dripping core. Shyly your hands back away when his nose nudges at them. The heat radiates off of you in waves.

He purses his lips and blows a cold stream of air directly on your exposed nub.

“Neteyam!” You cry out into a shriek but the two are already talking.

“She’s definitely warmed up.” He muses, without turning to face Lo’ak.

“Any more and she’ll come undone.” Lo’ak agrees, finally finding an angle that allows him to see your aching pussy clearly again.

“Please! Please please p-please! Need more! Please fuck me! Need it now.” Your babbling is insistent.

Neteyam hums thoughtfully in response while his warm palms grope and massage up and down your inner thighs. They knead at the tense muscle coiled tightly until it begins to release beneath his touch. Your skin is almost set aflame at the increased friction. His casual nonchalance while gripping the flesh is borderline infuriating.

“It’s not about you tonight, baby girl. You’ve got a lot of apologizing to do, remember?” The dull edges of his nails then sink into your soft flesh, leaving crescent marks behind. The slight pain coalesces beautifully with your building desire, even as your pussy is left untouched once more.

“And your pretty little pussy is going to help do a lot of that work, isn’t that right baby?” Neteyam purrs, eyes peering upwards darkly to connect with yours.

“Yes sir. P-promise-”

He shushes the rest of your babbling away. It’s Lo’ak’s voice though that refocuses your attention.

“Come here, mama.” The hammock sways gently, one of his legs hanging over the side as his hard cock stands at attention.

Neteyam flips one of your legs up to then quickly swat at your already red bum. It stirs you into motion. Shaking limbs come together to find an upright position again but it is only with the eldest Sully’s help that you manage to stumble over to Lo’ak.

“Good girl.” The younger brother hums with a smirk. His large hands clasp around your waist and begin to help you straddle him.

All preamble is lost as you are slowly lowered onto his cock, taking in every inch greedily. Your walls strain around the thick shaft, struggling to fit him until he is filling you to the hilt. It’s amazing what a difference three days without being stretched can do. The velvety walls are like a tight vice around him and it has a primal hiss leaving his lips.

“Fuck yawne, can barely fit.” Lo’ak grits out between clenched teeth.

Your lust driven brain takes the chance to admire the sharp contours of his toned abs and chest. Each glowing star freckle along his body leads to another, creating an alluring path that you enjoy following. Inevitably it traces back to the Metkayina tattoo you so adore along his hips, the exact area where your plush thighs are clenched around him. Your cheeks light up when you notice the way the black ink is quickly becoming covered with your shining slick, dribbling down the base of his cock and along his pelvis.

Bracing your hands atop his pecs, you begin to experimentally roll your hips in figure eight motions. The effect has your puffed up clit dragging along the tattoo swirl of his lower abs. Lo’ak moans when you clench around him, already knowing it’s a sign of your impending orgasm.

“Don’t be selfish, baby.” Neteyam warns from behind you.

Lifting yourself up and down the thick length proves to be a challenge with the extra motion of the hammock. Every rock of your hips has it swinging from side to side and your knees shuffle constantly to find better grounding. The attempts only result in sinking up and down his cock a few inches before frustrated whimpers leave your throat. Lo’ak watches in amusement, seemingly enjoying the desperation that visibly builds within you.

Neteyam pulls your thick curls together into a makeshift ponytail held by one of his hands. He tugs it every time you stop moving your hips, no matter how pointless your efforts are anyway.

Lo’ak is motionless beneath you, providing no aid for your cause. His four-fingered hands tickle up your side before groping at the squishy flesh of your breasts. Complaints are heavy on the tip of your tongue as he alternates between squeezing there and flicking at the hardened tips.

Tears begin to run down your cheeks when the feeling of climax starts to feel further and further away. The sheer stretch of your pussy and weight of his mushroom tip against your g spot is enough to keep you aroused but not to bring an orgasm forward. It leaves you in a torturous state of limbo. So close to getting what you want but still constantly out of reach.

“Lo’ak..s-sir. Need you to m-move. I need help.”

“I don’t know, yawne. I’m pretty content right here.” The corners of his lips twist up into a devilish grin, one that mocks your burning desire.

“What did I say, little slut?” Neteyam sternly demands a response.

“It’s not about me. Sorry sir.”

“That’s right, baby. Tonight you’re going to let us use you. Teach this pretty little pussy how to be patient instead of only thinking about its own needs.” His sharp teeth nip at the curve of your spine. “And then maybe, just maybe, if you’re a good girl, we will let you cum.”

His hips roll upwards suddenly, the head of his cock prodding at that sensitive bundle of nerves. A mix of a gasp and shriek comes from your throat, but it's the only extra help you receive. You fight the urge to roll your eyes, confident that he only did it to prove a point. You’re on their turf. You have no leverage to progress things to your desires. Instead you are forced to be obedient and hope that they have mercy on you.

They draw out the torment for as long as possible. Etched teeth marks litter your back and sides from Neteyam’s teeth while your nipples are left raw and aching from Lo’ak’s teasing. Thankfully, Lo’ak can only hold off the temptation to fuck up into you for so long before his control snaps. When it does, there is no holding back. The curve of your red ass snaps against his pelvis in rapid motion to create lewd noises of slapping skin. His cock bullies its way in and out of you until it is the only thing that lights up your nerves. Even the suckling of skin and hair pulling from Neteyam becomes background.

“Look at you already fucked out, mama. Love how you look like this, taking my cock like you’re meant to.” Lo’ak growls out, fingers sure to leave marks from the grip on your hips. Were it not for Neteyam standing next to the hammock you are sure that it would be flying back and forth wildly.

The walls of your tight pussy contract around him in anticipation of an orgasm. From the sloppy movements of Lo’ak’s thrusts you can tell that the younger Sully is close too.

“So fucking tight. Gonna take all of my seed aren’t you?” Lo’ak’s eyebrows pull together till they are scrunched. You nod eagerly but Neteyam pulls your head back by the curls in his fist.

“You know the rules.” Neteyam growls, hot breath filtering into your shifting ears.

“Then can I please-”

“No.”

A sob finally crawls its way up your throat. Lo’ak doesn’t slow down and now you’re wishing he would stop all together. Anything to stop the euphoric sensations that are pushing you dangerously close to the edge.

“Better hold it, mama.” Lo’ak reminds you and you can’t tell if he means his cum inside your pussy or the orgasm that is moments away from ripping through you.

Every muscle tenses in your inner thighs when you feel the ropes of seed cover your inner walls. Your legs clamp so hard around his waist that you wonder if they will leave behind purple bruises on his swirling skin.

While Lo’ak is panting and catching his breath, lost in the post orgasmic afterglow, you are desperately trying to stop yourself from rocking back into him. Your body is determined to search for that stolen spike of ecstasy it was promised, but Neteyam lets go of your hair to hold you in place instead.

Your pleading sobs fill the marui and Lo’ak runs his knuckles down your tear-stained cheeks.

“Poor yawne.” He coos. His hand circles around the back of your neck and pulls you to lean over him. “Somebody needs a kiss.” He mockingly muses before bringing your lips together.

It’s hard to concentrate on the tongue invading your mouth when every slight movement reminds you of the cock splitting you open and yet still depriving you of true pleasure. It doesn’t seem to matter though as Lo’ak take over the kiss, using his grip on your neck to teasingly control the tilt of your head to and fro. It’s an unnecessary assertion of power but one that you know Lo’ak enjoys regardless.

“Up you go.” Neteyam urges you after the kiss is broken. He has to just about carry you off of Lo’ak and onto the ground as you can’t feel any strength left in your limbs.

Lo’ak remains sprawled out upon the hammock with a shit eating grin in place. He enjoys the view as Neteyam manhandles you to your knees with the soft of your cheek pressed against the woven floor. Calloused hands spread your blushing cheeks apart to reveal your sopping entrance leaking the remains of Lo’ak.

“Tonight could have gone a lot differently, baby girl.” His thumb brushes over your entrance. “Was looking forward to make up sex, maybe even breaking your record of orgasms in one night.” The bulbous head lines up with your pussy and you have to stop yourself from rocking back into it.

“But instead you thought being a stubborn brat would be more fun.” He sheathes himself in one fluid thrust. Your lips part in a silent scream. It’s a miracle that you don’t lose the reins on your pleasure in that one move alone.

“Something to work on, hm?”

Apologies freely flow from your lips, mixed with moaned begging as he rails you from behind. Unlike Lo’ak, his pace is slow, hips drawing out into long thrusts that fill you completely until withdrawing to the tip. Despite your best efforts, your body takes over and tries to buck back against him. Neteyam clutches your thick tail in his grasp and uses it as a leash.

It works wonders, allowing him to control the pace and depth. Your ears twitch to capture every moan and grunt that comes from him. Part of you wishes you never tried because the sounds only spur that coil in your core tighter to the point of almost snapping. Just the mental image of those hungry eyes curtained by swinging braids tempts you to let loose and allow the euphoric waves to wash over you.

Unfortunately Neteyam can sense this. Months of learning every detail of your body has paid off for him in more ways than he can count.

“Don’t even think about it, slut.” He growls out.

“I can’t help it, sir! Can’t hold back…Nete-”

He slips out of you, leaving behind your clenching pussy that seeks the relief of being filled again. Within seconds he has your thighs pressing closely together and the head of his cock slipping between them. Muscular arms keep them clenched together as he starts rutting his cock between your thighs. This new position has you whimpering for new reasons. It only allows occasional brushes against your clit but nothing good enough to get off.

“If you can’t handle it then this is what we’ll have to do, won’t we?”

Your only comfort is Lo’ak’s hand that hangs down to pet your sweat soaked curls. You cry against those fingers as Neteyam continues to fuck himself between your thighs until he is arriving closer to release.

Time is a foreign concept to you as a tortuous pattern continues. He uses the tight enveloping of your pressed thighs to pleasure himself until you are begging and pleading for him back inside with promises of not cumming without permission. Finally he resumes his place deep inside your pussy until either himself or Lo’ak, alerting him from above, notices you are close to losing control. Then the pattern continues, back to being empty and used.

“What are you not going to do, baby girl?” He grunts out, mushroom tip gliding across your folds.

“Come home late!”

“And?”

You blank at the thought. Too focused on keeping your orgasm at bay it’s hard to remember what else you are being punished for. Silence drags on as Neteyam continues and the silent tension starts to weigh the air heavy in your lungs.

“He may be a stickler, mama, but I would do what he says.” Lo’ak draws out in a sing-song voice, a nonchalant warning that is not meant to be taken lightly. You shoot him pleading eyes from the ground but he only shakes his head at you.

“Come on, Pearl.” He mocks the nickname through gritted teeth.

By the grace of Eywa you are finally able to choke out the expected response.

“Hang out with other males while avoiding you.”

Your walls stretch around him once more for who knows how many times in a row now.

“That’s my girl.”

Luckily, you don’t have to hold yourself back for long as he fills your pussy within a matter of a few thrust. He seats himself to the hilt, making sure not a drop is wasted. Your sex is swollen and aching when he finally pulls out, cum leaking over the sensitive folds.

“Please sir.” You softly beg, turning back to send the eldest brother big doe eyes. Neteyam only gives you a disapproving tut before helping you back onto your feet.

“The night’s just begun, mama. And we are far from finished.” Lo’ak calls, making your head snap towards him.

Neteyam helps to settle you between the two of them on the hammock. It’s a tight fit but one that the three of you are familiar with. However, tonight, every brush of smooth skin against you feels like a mockery of what you want. With Lo’ak pressed behind you, his renewed hard on is clearly evident.

“Be a good girl and keep me warm, mama.” He purrs into your ear before the head of his cock slips past your entrance. At first you are hopeful that this means another round of fucking where you may finally prove yourself and recieve your reward but those hopes die quickly when you are positioned to take him fully and keep pressed there.

“Lo’ak please. Want you so bad.” You mean for the words to come out sensual and tempting but instead it is more of a slur as you bat your tired eyes at him.

“Don’t worry yawne, we’ve got all night for that.” He chuckles before nuzzling into the back of your neck. Neteyam’s own laugh joins his brother’s before he pecks your forehead and settles into his own slumber. It takes several slaps to the thigh and whispered warnings before you finally calm down and slip into a deep sleep, a long night still awaiting you.

The next day, bone tired and barely able to walk, Neteyam and Lo’ak do the honors of walking you to the cove where you had promised to meet Akeo. You offered to stay behind and blow Akeo off but the brothers do a one eighty on you and insist that you spend time with your friend. You are confused by this change of heart, that is until you get a glimpse of yourself and realize that not only are you unable to walk properly but you’re also covered in possessive marks and bites.

Arms slipped around your waist and shoulders for support, they slowly walk you to where Akeo waits. The conversation and pass off is pleasant but you are sure that even your friend can see the cocky mischief that dances in their twin pair of golden eyes.

“Be good, sweetheart.” Neteyam whispers before kissing your temple. Lo’ak follows suit and the two leave you leaning against a tree trunk.

You try to appear nonchalant while gripping the harsh bark to keep yourself upright. Akeo crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow.

“Not the boss of you, huh?” The Metkayina male chuckles mockingly. You go to swat at him but the attempt is borderline useless as it only shifts your balance against the tree.

“Shut up, you skxawng!” The venom in your voice does nothing to drown out the bounding laughter that comes from your friend. It’s hard to appear intimidating with trembling limbs and a stretched pussy that still remembers the events of the night before.

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Pfft hear me out yandere trio Luffy , Zoro and Nami reaction when female reader admits that Buggy kinda cute (HE IS !! Don’t judge me 💅) since it’s a running gag in the show/movies that this trio always pulls a face hearing his name XD😘

please !🙏 He’s a clown but he’s my clown 🥰🤣

I can't judge, I get it. Goofy men are cute and you're 100% correct

What the Heart Wants

Yandere Luffy, Zoro, and Nami x Fem!Reader (plus Buggy but he's only mentioned)

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This was risky, you knew it was, but it happened on an impulse and it was too late to turn back now. Your pulse quickened as you snuck off into the girl’s room with your newest acquired treasure. You paused at the door and pressed your ear to it to listen for anyone else heading this way.

Nothing. You’re in the clear.

Scurrying over to your bed, you fish the rolled up piece of paper from your sleeve. You didn’t even think about it when you saw the bounty poster on the wall. It was like your hands had a mind of their own, ripping it down and stuffing the poster into your sleeve without your brain even fully registering the action.

Sure, this could backfire if someone finds you with it, but so long as you’re careful it should be fine.

Unrolling the paper, you can’t help but giggle and kick your feet at the sight of the man on the poster. It felt silly to be so giddy over just seeing a picture of the man, but you couldn’t help it. Buggy had this sort of goofy charm to him, and it had a chokehold on you. You’ve always found people like that endearing, it’s a majority of the reason you joined Luffy’s crew.

This time though, the endearment went beyond being platonic. Instead of simply feeling a warm fondness towards Buggy, you found your heart beating erratically when you thought about him too much. The last time you’d seen him in person and made eye contact, you immediately felt blood rush to your face and had to avert your eyes.

In short, you were down bad.

You were so transfixed on the poster, that you didn’t hear anyone approaching the room until the door was thrown open. In a panic, you leap up from your bed and held the poster close to your chest in an attempt to shield it from prying eyes.

Nami was standing in the doorway, looking confused and slightly startled by your strange reaction to her entering your shared room. She wasn’t dumb, much to your chagrin, and quickly took note of how flustered you look. Then her eyes drifted down to the poorly concealed poster and you could practically see the lightbulb come on over her head.

Her lips curled into a grin, “What’cha got there, (y/n)?” The way she stalked towards you was downright predatory, making you feel like a mouse being cornered by a house cat.

“Nothing! Nothing at all, just a piece of paper!”

“Just a piece of paper? I don’t know about that, it looks like a bounty poster to me,” her smile looked downright malicious as she circled you, trying to get close enough to take it from you. “I wonder why you would be keeping a bounty poster to yourself like this?” Nami definitely already knew the answer, but she wanted you to say it.

“No reason! I just- Um- I don’t even know how this got here! It must have slipped into my pocket while we were out! Yeah!” You internally cringed at how bad that lie was. Even Luffy was a better liar than this.

Nami cackled at your attempt, “Oh really, that’s the story you’re going with? Come on, just be honest with me. We’re both girls here, you can tell me about your crush!”

You whip your head around to glare at her, “I don’t have a crush!” You absolutely did.

With a speed you didn’t think she possessed, she leapt forward and snatched away the paper. You tried to get it back, but she held it out of reach and used her free hand to push you away, “Yes you do~! I can’t believe you would keep this from me, we’re friends! We’re supposed to talk about things like this.”

Nami danced out of your way, and you swear it felt like the world was in slow motion as she finally pulled the poster down to be able to look at it. Immediately, the mischievous glint in her eyes went cold and her smile dropped. The once coy and amused expression morphed into one of pure horror as she looked between you and the poster in rapid succession.

“No,” was all she said as she shook her head in disbelief, “you can’t be serious.”

“How about you give me that, and we can forget all about this. Please?” You wanted to crawl into a hole and never be seen again. This was the one thing you didn’t want to happen, and her reaction is precisely why.

You can assume she didn’t like your response based on her soured expression and the way her hands crumpled the paper in her tight grip. Without another word, she ran out of the room.

With. The. Poster.

That was how you got to where you are now. Forced to sit at a table with three of your crewmates sitting with you. Nami, Luffy, and Zoro specifically.

“Guys please this is so dramatic!”

“It’s not! This is a serious matter, one we can’t let slide!” Nami slammed her fists onto the table that you were all seated at. Why were you all gathered here? For an intervention regarding your taste in men.

It was bad enough that she knew, but why did she have to drag your other crew members into this? You can’t say you understand her choices either. Luffy was hardly the type to weigh in on someone’s love affairs, and Zoro wasn’t even awake.

“Why are we all here? Are we gonna play a game or something?” Luffy was drumming his fingers on the table impatiently.

Nami slams the partially crumpled wanted poster on the table, “This is why we’re here!”

Your face was buried in your hands and you let out an over the top groan from the sheer embarrassment of the situation.

“Buggy? What about him?” Luffy perks up, “Oh! Are we gonna go kick his ass again?!”

“No. Well, yes but not yet,” Nami explained. “(Y/N), would you care to explain what you were doing with this poster?”

“Nope, sure wouldn’t,” you didn’t bother taking your hands away from your face.

“You and me both know why you have this, so how about you just tell the truth so we can fix this,” Nami sounded like a mother scolding her child.

Luffy was looking back and forth between you two, trying to put together what was going on. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head, “Are you planning to fight him? Oh, I know! You’re trying to be a bounty hunter!” He looked to Nami expectantly, hoping for confirmation that he was right.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a sharp sigh, “No, Luffy, she isn’t trying to become a bounty hunter.”

Whatever, you’re just going to go ahead and rip the bandaid off, “I have a little crush on him, okay? There! Are you happy? Can I go now?”

“No! How can anyone be happy knowing that?!” Nami yelled. “Why him of all people?! He’s literally a clown!”

“... He makes me laugh.”

Luffy exploded into laughter, “What’s that got to do with it? I make you laugh all the time, more than he does I bet!”

You tried to get up and leave, but Nami’s hand latched onto your wrist like an iron shackle. With one yank, you fell back into the chair.

“Please just stop! Why are you even doing this? It doesn’t matter if I have a crush on him or anyone else for that matter, so can we please act like none of this ever happened?” You wanted to cry from the humiliation of being shamed by your friends over a little crush.

Luffy shrugged and nodded along, “It is pretty funny, but I agree with (y/n). Why are you so mad about it, Nami?” Bless him. Even though he did laugh at you previously, at least he was attempting to deescalate the situation now.

“Because she is crushing on Buggy the Clown of all people!”

“Why is that such an issue?! He’s cute!” You tried to defend yourself (and him).

“Eww! No he isn’t!” Nami full on shuddered at you calling him that, “What is wrong with you? At least fall for someone good looking!”

“Well maybe I care more about personality!”

“What are you talking about?! He’s an egotistical weirdo who has a temper tantrum if he so much as thinks someone said something about his nose!” Nami looked like she was ready to rip her hair out.

“He can be nice when he wants to be, and like I said before, I think he’s funny!”

“There’s a huge difference between someone actually being funny, and someone doing stupid stuff that happens to be funny,” she slapped a hand over her face and dragged it down exasperatedly.

She had a point, and you hated it. You huffed, “Yeah, well, I don’t care. He’s my type and that’s that.”

Nami gagged like the drama queen she was dedicated to being in this moment, “I almost want to set you up with someone else just to give you better taste, how is a clown your type?!” She ground her teeth in frustration, “Okay, new rule: you’re not allowed to leave the ship if Buggy is around.”

“Why is everyone yelling?” Zoro yawned and stretched, looking around the table with mild curiosity.

Nami slapped the back of his head, “I brought you here to help, not to sleep! (Y/N) is crushing on Buggy and we’re trying to stop her.”

“Oh,” Zoro didn’t look all that concerned. “So are we gonna kill him or something?”

“NO!” You shrieked at him. What is wrong with these people?!

“That would take care of the problem,” Nami hummed thoughtfully. “We can’t risk letting this become something more, what if she tried to leave to be with him?”

Luffy laughed at that, “It’s not like I’ll let that happen!”

“What do you mean you won’t let that happen?” That honestly threw you off a bit. What was that supposed to mean?

“It means that I won’t let him take you away from us!” Luffy flashed you his usual blinding smile, but there was something slightly… off about it. It felt a little too wide, and weirdly tense.

“Take me away? No one is trying to ‘take me away’. Besides, if I wanted to leave to be with someone, then I’m allowed to do that,” you were distinctly not a fan of how he was talking about you as if you were a piece of treasure being fought over.

The entire atmosphere of the room changed the second you finished speaking. All eyes were on you, “See! This is what I was talking about! If she gets a crush on someone, she’s going to want to leave!” Nami’s hand found its way to your wrist again, you were sure you’d have a bruise from how tight her grip was.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, let’s all calm down! I didn’t mean I was going to leave just like that! I like it here, really!” You tried to placate your crewmates, but your pleas did nothing to sooth them. It was too late to backpedal now.

“We’ll have to get rid of him next time we see him,” Luffy nodded resolutely.

Zoro shrugged, “Should be easy enough.”

You should have never taken that poster. Now you’ve unintentionally put out a hit on Buggy, and have no idea how to stop it.

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