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yunhoszn · 1 month

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(this is user sourkimchi pls don’t perceive me on main lmao)

i saw another user post this abt this hongjoong fit and it’s been living in my head rent free…

as a fellow asian rave bisexual.. i need a fic for this concept 🫣

(not so) alcohol-free

PAIRING kim hongjoong x f!reader

WORD COUNT 3.46k

GENRES fluff?﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, clubbing scene, reader feels self conscious, mentions of alcohol, strangers to lovers?, ummmmm hardly any plot tbh half of the wc is porn, couch sex, little bit of foreplay (vaginal fingering), some marking here and there i think, cowgirl position, missionary, protected sex, allusions to multiple rounds of unprotected sex, not beta’d or proofread bc we rawdog this shit like men

SUMMARY notorious for canceling plans at the last minute, you finally let your friends drag you out for a night at the club. however, a chance encounter with the prettiest man you’ve ever seen has the night turning to something unexpected.

MORE AAAAAAND i finally finished my first request LOLLLLL here u go yves!! i kinda strayed away from the main idea bc i wanted to make it my own, but i hope this meets ur expectations <3

@atzhouse

You had a natural affinity for canceling plans at the last minute. You’re not sure why, especially because you always get an awful case of FOMO every time you do. It’s your own fault that you feel left out when your friends get together without you.

No matter how far in advance you plan for the event, you somehow still find a way to lose your motivation to go. You haven’t properly hung out with your friend group in months, so when they start talking about clubbing tonight, you immediately say yes.

At first, you think you’ll change your mind an hour later, since it’s only an afternoon’s notice. But when you realize your friends will be here to pick you up in thirty minutes and you’re finishing your makeup, you nearly jump for joy. You successfully stuck it out for once.

Even as you’re sandwiched between Wooyoung and Mingi in the backseat, San in the drivers’ seat and his girlfriend in the passenger, you’re still shocked that this is your reality. You’re actually dolled up and you’re actually on your way to a club right now.

“Y/N, do you remember the signal if someone hits on me?”

“Wooyoung, no one’s hitting on you.”

“Shut the fuck up, Mingi. It could happen.”

You snort, pulling your skirt down a little. “Woo, we should come up with a signal for if I get hit on.”

“Yeah, Y/N’s more likely to get laid than you are even though she’s bitchless, too.” Mingi nods, adjusting his sunglasses. (You have no idea why he’s wearing sunglasses at 10 PM.)

“Kill your—”

“We’re here!” San announces, effectively putting a pin in any argument that was about to begin. As long as your friendship with the males spanned, he’s always been the mediator. You’ve known the three of them dating all the way back to high school, lumped in the same homeroom your freshman year. The four of you sat in the same general vicinity and got grouped together for a project once and you’ve been inseparable ever since.

You know you look hot, Wooyoung wolf-whistling at you the moment you started walking towards the car, but you still feel a bit insecure. It probably has everything to do with the fact that you don’t go out much and you’re self-conscious as is. Stepping into the crowded club, a scene that could only be compared to a sardine can, has you shrinking in on yourself.

Instinctively, you tug on the hem of your skirt to attempt to cover your ass a little more. Then you wrap your arms around your midriff, though your cleavage leaves pretty much nothing to the imagination. You swallow thickly as your trail behind your friends, like a lost puppy with its tail between its legs.

This is why you always back out of plans. You feel so out of place, like you don’t fit in even when people try to include you. It feels like everyone’s staring at you, waiting for one wrong move so they can point and laugh like you were the butt of some sort of weird joke. You’re ready to go home.

“Are you okay?” Mingi asks once you’ve settled at an empty high table just a few feet from the dance floor. Through his stupid sunglasses, you can make out the concern on his features.

“Yeah, I think so,” your lips purse, arms hugging yourself tighter. “I just haven’t been out in so long. I feel… like I shouldn’t be here or something. I’ll be fine. I hope.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, but doesn’t ask any more questions, instead turning to San and his girlfriend who were about to make a trip to the bar. Your poison for the night is simple, a plain margarita that’ll ease your nerves more than anything else. You weren’t much of a beer person, often opting for fruitier, sweeter drinks in comparison to your male counterparts. (When you do go out with them, that is.)

Wooyoung and Mingi fall into a heated discussion about who knows what, leaving you to become a third wheel while you wait for the couple to come back with your drinks. You people-watch to pass the time, chewing on the inside of your lip, your eyes flitting around the club like some kind of guilty criminal. Almost immediately, they land on a guy in the middle of the dance floor.

He’s hypnotizing, body fluidly moving to the song the DJ’s playing and matching the energy of his friend standing next to him, two girls in front of and facing them. His dark hair falls into his eyes slightly, though parted and styled damn near perfectly. He’s dressed in a black tweed jacket, a white button up left open enough to reveal a couple necklaces resting on his sternum, some ripped jeans, and black boots. But none of that is what caught your attention.

You’re entranced by his smile, its brightness and how fucking pretty he looks wearing it. You caught the tail-end of something his friend said that made him laugh, and you feel yourself being pulled in deeper and deeper without a single conversation with him. Too bad he seems unavailable.

“Woah, N/N, might wanna wipe your chin,” Wooyoung teases, a stupid smirk on his face that you want to punch away. “I think you’re drooling a little.”

Mingi howls with laughter, falling onto the table to support himself. He clutches at his stomach as it cramps up from how hard he’s laughing. It wasn’t even that funny. You roll your eyes.

“Shut up, Wooyo.”

“Who are you even staring at?” He inquires, resting his elbows on the high top surface, his chin placed on his hands. He blinks at you expectantly, like he’s not letting you off the hook. You avoid his gaze, simultaneously ensuring that you don’t look in the attractive stranger’s general direction either. This all felt so elementary.

“None of your business.” You murmur, ducking your head. Thankfully, San and his girlfriend return to the table with your drinks perfectly timed, and the topic is dropped completely.

The first sip of your margarita is damn near heavenly, the alcohol flowing through your system smoothly and calming that storm waging in your mind. It’s not too strong, just enough that another couple drinks would inebriate you entirely. It aids with the anxiety of being in such a packed space, but that feeling of not belonging still sits inside your chest.

You can’t help but look for the stranger again, who’s no longer on the dance floor. Now he’s on the other side of the club at another high table. His friend is still with him, but the girls from before are nowhere to be found. You focus on his hands and the chunky rings on his fingers, the way he holds his beer bottle, the way his free hand runs through his hair. Your tongue twirls around the straw in your glass out of habit, enthralled by this man who has yet to give you the time of day.

Except when you glance up to admire his face, you discover that he’s already looking back at you. He’s nodding along to his friend’s words, but his eyes are zeroed in on you, a different kind of smile playing on his lips. Your features fall slightly from being caught red handed, cheeks warming up significantly. You aren’t sure what’s more embarrassing, caught gawking at a stranger by your own friend or by the stranger himself. Truly, the universe was out to get you.

You down the rest of your margarita and excuse yourself to go to the restroom, needing a second to gather your bearings. Your skin is flushed and you have to hold your cheeks between your palms as you psych yourself up in the mirror. Why should you feel ashamed of thinking someone’s hot? You were only human. Besides, you looked good, too.

When you exit the restroom, you’re shocked to see the stranger walking out of the men’s restroom at the same time. Your eyes are wide and your body freezes. He gives you that smile from before, ruffling his hair as if this interaction wasn’t difficult enough.

“I was hoping I’d bump into you,” he says, unabashedly drinking in your figure. “It’s not everyday someone as gorgeous as you crosses my path.”

So he’s a flirt. Noted.

“I could say the same,” you manage to get out, though your palms are already clamming up. “If fleeting glances across a dance floor count as crossing paths.”

He laughs and you swear it’s the best sound you’ve ever heard. A couple girls come into the hallway, and you maneuver so they can go into the women’s restroom. His hand comes to rest on your lower back when your balance wavers slightly.

“I’m Hongjoong, by the way,” he introduces himself since he’s in such close proximity to you now. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Yeah, sure,” you nod, too distracted by how much prettier he is only inches away from you. “I’d like that.”

Hongjoong leads you to the bar, a gentle hand wrapped around your wrist so he doesn’t lose you in the crowd. He orders himself a beer and turns to you to ask what you’re having. While waiting for the bartender to whip up your drinks, he strikes up a conversation.

“Are you gonna tell me your name?”

You scratch the back of your neck sheepishly. “Oh yeah, sorry… It’s Y/N.”

He repeats it, like he’s testing out the taste in his mouth. The smile that graces his features afterwards says all you need to know. It has butterflies flapping around rampantly in the pit of your stomach, nearly knocking the wind out of you. He thanks the bartender seconds later when he slides your margarita and his beer bottle across the bar.

“So, Y/N, what brings you out tonight?” He takes a swig from his bottle, one arm leaning onto the surface of the bar. God, the things you would do to him if given the chance…

“Catching up with my friends,” you answer honestly, baby-sipping your margarita through the straw. “I don’t really go out much, because I’m really bad when it comes to canceling plans at the last minute.”

“Should I consider myself lucky then?” Hongjoong quirks a brow, licking his lower lip. If men had anything, it was the audacity. And this man had the audacity to do everything in his power to lure you in with his good looks and charisma.

“I’ll have you know that this is a one of a kind, once in a lifetime opportunity,” you play along, stirring the slowly-melting ice cubes around your glass. “You’re a very fortunate man.”

“Yeah?” He laughs again and you think you might faint right here and now. He looks off to the other side of the club and then back at you. “I think Prince Charming over there is looking for you.”

He points at the table where your friends are, and you find that Wooyoung is glancing around in search of something, or someone. Namely you. It’s most likely because you went to the restroom and then never returned. He’ll live.

“Wooyoung? Nah, he’s just being a good friend. I raised him right,” you turn back to him, sipping at your drink leisurely. “Now where were we? Something about you being lucky?”

“Hwa, I’ll— shit— I’ll have to call you back,” Hongjoong forces out, promptly hanging up so he can focus on putting you in your place. You’re like a damn leech, lips attached to his neck, marking the supple skin like it was your job. Your hands paw at the button of his jeans, your lower half grinding down on his lap. “So fucking impatient. Can’t even wait until I’m off the phone?”

“Want you too bad, Joong,” you pout, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt, his jacket lost somewhere near the front door. He groans when the nickname falls from your mouth. You had no idea how sexy you were.

The two of you were so insatiable, you couldn’t even make it to the bedroom, collapsing on his couch. You hardly had the mind to message your friends to let them know your whereabouts. His hands hold your ass firmly, halting you from any further teasing. You whine, pushing his shirt off of his shoulders. Your nails drag down his toned abdomen, enjoying the way it tenses beneath your touch. After all he’s put you through tonight, you think you at least deserve a bit of payback. Just a bit.

“Are you too antsy to make it through foreplay?” He coos and presses a quick kiss to your lips, trailing a few along your jawline. Your eyes flutter shut with a hum and a nod. It was true. If he didn’t fuck you soon, you feared you might go insane.

“I need you inside me already,” you whine, trying to spread your legs and create more friction downstairs. He chuckles at how desperate you are, how touch starved you must be considering you don’t get out much. It fuels his pride knowing he’s the only one to see you like this, to have you like this, for the first time in who knows how long. If he’s successful, maybe he’ll be the only one ever.

Hongjoong bunches your skirt around your waist, sneaking a hand between your bodies to rub tight, gentle circles into your clothed clit. A blissful sigh escapes you, your forehead dropping to his shoulder. The cocky smile you’ve grown to adore over the course of the night decorates his lips at how quickly he has you falling apart at his fingertips.

His middle and ring digits push your underwear to the side, sliding down your slit to prod at your entrance. He nips at the base of your throat, working his way up to the spot behind your ear. Your sighs grow into whimpers, squirming around on his lap when he applies pressure to your cunt with the pad of his middle finger.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he mutters into your skin, shivers running down your spine from the low register he uses. He circles his digit around your hole, not quite giving you what you need. “You weren’t kidding about how bad you wanted me.”

You’re about to quip back, but then he’s inserting a finger and rubbing your clit with his thumb. You gasp, biting down on his collarbone to ground yourself. As much as you would love to sit here and let him finger you until sunrise, you have bigger priorities. “Mmm, Joong, please… Fuck me, please…”

He kisses his teeth, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. He supposes he can satiate your hunger, though he really wanted to take his time with you. “Do you think you can be still while I put the condom on?”

You pull back and nod enthusiastically, sitting on your haunches slightly, fingers locked behind his neck. “I’ll be so good, I promise. I just need you, like, now.”

All he can do is laugh, and you melt into a puddle in his arms. You’ve concluded that smile of his would quite honestly be the death of you. He removes his fingers from your pussy, instead squeezing your hip before helping you onto the couch cushion beside him. You rest on your knees as he unbuttons his jeans and kicks them off, swiftly grabbing his wallet out of his pocket and plucking a condom from it. In the same breath, he’s taking off his underwear and tugging you back on top of him.

He places the foil packet between his teeth so he can quickly aid you in the discarding of your panties. Now that your cunt is bare, you can feel the heat of his cock and it’s so hypnotic. Your eyes can barely stay open as you watch him tear open the condom packet and roll it on. He’s the perfect thickness and the perfect length, and you feel so special straddling his lap right now.

Hongjoong kisses you softly, gripping your waist so he can guide you to sit on his cock. The first breach of your entrance has a shaky exhale leaving your lips against his own. You stay like that for a second so you can adjust to the feel of him inside of you, the fullness in your lower half, and overall just how fucking good it feels. He grins when you slowly start bouncing up and down, his dick thrusting in and out under you.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” He pecks your cheek, moving downward and reaching behind your back to untie your halter top. It slips off of you with ease, revealing your tits to him.

“So good, Joong… Feels so good,” you arch into him, whining and moaning every time he brushes that crook in your cunt that has you seeing stars. He peppers kisses all over your chest and sternum, scraping his teeth along the skin of your breast. You whimper, nails sinking into his back and your toes curling. You’re completely aware of what’s going on, but those two margaritas have to be contributing to the pleasure swirling in your abdomen.

“Yeah? You’re taking me so fucking well,” His eyebrows knit together when you switch your pace, sitting on him fully and letting his cock fill you for a couple seconds. In reality, your knees were starting to ache and get tired, something he recognizes instantly because he was so attentive.

His hand holds the small of your back and he flips you so you’re in missionary on the couch now without skipping a beat. The change in position allows for a change in angle, his dick dragging against your velvety walls deliciously. Your sounds grow in volume, scratching his back when he pushes one of your knees to your chest.

You weren’t anticipating to end up here at the end of the night, but you don’t think you could dare complain. While a majority of this night felt like a fever dream, you feel a high that’s never taken over you before.

Hongjoong’s hair falls into his eyes as he glances down at where your bodies meet, his cock disappearing inside of you and then sliding out with ease. You intertwine your fingers behind his head, pulling him down so you can connect your lips in a fervent, passionate kiss. That familiar summit is within view now, your hand nudging his own to your clit so you can inch closer towards it.

His thumb swipes side to side on the sensitive bundle of nerves, never once breaking your kiss. There’s so much stimulation going on for you, you’re starting to feel dizzy. In a good way. He’s gentle in a way that’s still rough enough to knock the daylights out of you and the juxtaposition makes the moment all the more enjoyable.

“‘M so close, Joong,” you arch off the sofa in an attempt to be closer to him, to sandwich yourself between him and the couch.

His thrusts become faster and more calculated, but he doesn’t break the focus on your clit. His efforts come to fruition and he mumbles words of encouragement for you as you finally reach that boiling point. A strangled moan falls from your mouth and you spread your legs to suck him in further.

The uncontrollable fluttering of your walls following your climax is almost too much for him and he has to pull out. Your eyes are half lidded, nimble fingers rolling off the condom. He fucks his fist until he’s painting the area between your tits with his cum.

The two of you don’t move right away, regaining your composure. He leans down to kiss you sweetly, and then repeats the action all over your face until you’re a giggly mess. This is probably the best sex you’ve ever had in your life, and part of you doesn’t want to go home— whether that be later or tomorrow morning.

“Do you have the energy to go again, or should I go grab a warm washcloth to clean you up?” He raises an eyebrow at you, indicating that he’s just joking but he’s totally down if you are. You laugh, running your fingers through his hair.

“If you give me a minute, I’m all set to do that again,” you start, resting your eyes for a second. “You don’t have to worry about a condom this time. I kinda wanna feel you raw.”

Hongjoong laughs in disbelief, glancing away from you and then letting his forehead fall onto your shoulder. “What have I gotten myself into…”

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babybluebex · 1 month

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UM HELLO ?!

desperately need a continuation of munch!dom please 🧎🏽‍♀️

oh. oh yes. oh absolutely. obviously this is gonna be under the cut bc a) it's not gonna be short, and b) it's explicit smut, which is NOT everyone's fav, so if you don't wanna read that, scroll on :)

(the gif... all i can see is tongue and lips and big doe eyes)

but munch!dom. the first time he ate you out was your first night together, he's really setting a precedent here, but before he even got between your legs, he was everywhere, sucking your neck and pushing his hands up your shirt, wanting to be so close to you and feel every inch of you, and the kisses he lands on your mouth take your breath away and he knows it

you get into his flat and don't even make it to the bedroom, he gently pushes you onto the couch and moans softly as he kisses your lips, playfully biting at your bottom lip, and he does That Thing where he pulls back and bites his lip and sorta laughs and his eyes are half-lidded and he’s looking at you, not like he wants you but like he needs you, and you sorta say “what?” and he shakes his head “nothing… just thinking” “about?” “you. what else?”, and the kisses he lays on your skin start going down, stripping you of your shirt and taking his time to suck at your nipples, and you gasp when he bites a little, and he groans at your sound and mumbles something about “… so goddamn pretty…”

finally gets you out of your pants, and you’re suddenly aware that you’re mostly naked on his couch and he still has his jacket on, and he clocks the moment of hesitation, and he’s pulling his face from out of your stomach “what’s wrong?” and you’re cloudy and can only go “huh?” “you’re kinda… i don’t know, a little off all the sudden. everything ok?” “oh yeah!” you say quickly “j-just, umm, could you take off your…?” and he sorta jumpstarts "fuck, i didn't even realize, sure, sorry" and sheds his jacket, and he goes for his pants, undoing them just enough to get some relief from the constriction on his hardening cock, and he returns to you like he can't bear to be away for too long

it's obvious where he's going and what he wants to do, kissing down and gently biting your hipbones, grabbing you hard with his strong hands, and he gets you fully on your back and kisses at you through the thin material of your panties, his eyes fluttering to look up at you "can i?" he whispers, his voice hoarse and a little broken, he already sounds so fucked out and nothing's even happened yet, but you just sorta whimper and nod, and he shakes his head "give me words, baby, your pretty noises aren't enough" and you start to whine his name and shift your hips up to meet his mouth, but he moves away with a laugh "baby, c'mon, i'm serious, need you to talk to me" "do i need to give you verbal consent or what?" you giggle, and dom rubs his hands up and down your thighs as he nods "enthusiastic consent would be appreciated, please" he says, and you just laugh and run your fingers through his curls "you're an idiot" you smile "i'm not doin' anything until you say those magic words" dom says "fine" you say "dom, please?" "please what?" dom asks "oh my god!" you laugh "please fuck me!"

and he instantly goes in, kissing at you through your panties, then kissing your thighs, going far but never where you need him, and you're already soaked, embarrassingly quickly, but he doesn't comment on it, and he really only speaks when you ask him "what're you doin'?"

"wanna get you all easy first" dom whispers "you're so fucking tense, i'll never be able to fit inside you if you don't loosen up a little. wanna get you all soft and relaxed, wanna make you feel good, love"

and he drives you nearly crazy when he starts to eat it through your panties, licking and really going in, but you've still got the thin cotton barrier and you might lose it if you don't feel the actual wet warmth of his mouth, and you wiggle under him to try to get the point across, and he pulls away and sends a quick little smack to your cunt "be patient" he tells you as you moan "you'll get it soon" "do you always tease mean like this?" you ask, and dom shrugs "when i feel like it" he says, and his fingers curl in your panties and gently pull, not enough to move them but enough to make your heart jump in your chest, and he lets the elastic snap back onto your thigh "how bad do you want my mouth, baby?" "really bad" you whine "bad enough to beg?" he asks with a devious twinkle in his eye, and you nod quickly "well...?"

and your breathing is so labored, every nerve ending is on fire, and you mumble out "dom, please, baby, please, i want it so bad" "what's that?" he asks "sorry, you'll have to be louder" "dom!" you hiccup "y-your neighbors—" "can complain all the fuck they want" he says "beg louder, or you're not getting it" and you've never seen him like this before, not exactly forceful but not shaky either, and demanding but also gentle, you've never experienced it with any partner before but he's being dominant as fuck, the man's gotta match his name, you suppose "dominic, please!" you cry louder, digging your fingertips into his scalp "please, i want it so bad, please!" "what do you want so badly?" dom asks, and his finger lightly trails over your covered core, feeling the wetness that you've gathered "tell me, baby" "y-your mouth" you stammer out "where?" and you know he's being teasing and mean on purpose, he's just trying to get you worked up so that the relief is that much sweeter, and the way he's knelt on the floor between your thighs, watching your face intently, sends shivers up your spine "anywhere. wherever you want" and another quick little smack "where do you want?" he asks "sweetheart, just use your words and tell me exactly what you want, and i'll give it to you. whatever you want. just tell me."

and you squeeze your eyes shut and pant out "my pussy! put your mouth on my pussy, please, dom, please, i want it so—" and you can't even finish your sentence before he's shifting your panties to the side and going in for the kill

and god, he's so good at it, licking fat stripes from your hole to your clit, sucking it between his lips, rubbing his thumbs on your inner thighs to urge your legs open wider, and he's messy with it, spreading your wetness everywhere with his mouth, coating the scruff on his upper lip and on his chin with you, and he's moaning because you're moaning, it is SO HOT, and all you can do it just writhe around and whimper and cry, and you pull his hair to tell him you want more, and he happily obliges, bringing his hand into the mix, rubbing your sensitive little clit with the softs of his fingers, and your hips buck up involuntarily "fuck, sorry—" you start but dom pulls away from you with a smile (and a wild lil look in his eyes) "oh baby, do whatever you want... with pussy this good, you can do whatever you want to me" and he goes back in, and you squeal when the tip of his tongue prods at your throbbing entrance, his fingers still rubbing you, but he's picking up speed, working quickly towards an inevitable end, and you can't help the heat growing in your lower belly "d-dom" you whine "i'm gettin'..." "yeah?" he replies "you feel it?" "mhm" you mumble "c-can you... fingers...?"

and that's not remotely a coherent question but that's where your mind is at rn, but he also knows what you want, because his long slender fingers join in, pushing into you with ease, and whoever taught him how to finger someone was doing GOD'S WORK, bc he KNOWS about the little trick of hooking his fingers up and finding your g-spot, and he gives a wicked grin when you jolt and yelp "yeah?" he asks, maybe a little whiny and condescending, but the heat is growing quicker and quicker in your belly, permeating down into your toes "that feel good, baby?"

"dom, i'm gonna cum" you tell him quickly, and his fingers play inside you as the tip of his tongue flicks your clit, and you're so sensitive and it's almost overwhelming, and a shock runs through your system when he spits onto you, right where his fingers sink into you, and suddenly the wet lewd sounds of it are hitting the walls, and your back arches as it all washes over you, and you can hardly manage out a wrecked cry of his name "dominic!"

when you come down from the high, dom's pulled his fingers from you and is palming at himself as he watches you shiver and force out a breathy laugh, and his free hand is rubbing your leg, and he's shushing you "just like that, so good, good girl... d'ja like that, honey?"

and you nod a little, moving to sit up a bit to see him, and he's knelt back on the floor, neck and ears and cheeks red, hair messy from your fingers, and you just mumble "where the fuck did you learn that??" "learn what?" he asks "dommy... i've never cum like that before..." you tell him "not from... that" "oh" he says simply, and he shifts himself up, going into the pocket of his jeans before pulling them off and shoving them to the side, and you see the little blue condom wrapper in his palm "well, you're welcome, honey. do you wanna keep going, or are you done for the night?" "is this that whole enthusiastic consent thing again?" you ask playfully, and you pull him back to you, whipping his tshirt over his head (and cleaning his face with it), and he gets up on the couch between your legs, caging your head in-between his arms "no" he says with a grin "this is that whole 'i wanna make sure you're up for it' thing. that you can take it." "well" you start "i guess i'm all easy and soft and relaxed, huh? you might be able to fit inside me now" "only one way to find out" he winks with a smarmy grin

and when you're all done, about two and a half (the half being him cleaning you up with his mouth and tongue, which resulted in one last surprise orgasm that neither of you planned) rounds later, he's got his window open and a cigarette between his fingers, and you're all curled in his side, tracing his tattoo, and you just mumble "who would've thought..." "huh?" he asks "who knew you're such a munch?" you ask, and he furrows his eyebrows "a what?" he asks, slotting his cigarette in the corner of his mouth to circle both his arms around you "a munch" you giggle "ok, but what is that?" he asks, playfully batting away your low-drifting wandering fingers "look it up" you tell him, nodding towards his phone on the nightstand "urban dictionary it" and he sorta grumbles and grabs his phone and goes to google, and he reads for a few seconds, then scrolls, then reads some more, and he goes "... yeah, but that's not bad, is it?" "no" you say "it's just very sweet" "you know who else is sweet?" he mumbles under his breath, and you go to grab his dick, but he gets your wrist first with a laugh and draws you into a kiss

#👁️👄👁️#anywaysssss #bex answers #anon ask #dominic sessa x reader #dominic sessa smut

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bamsara · 2 years

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i know "When did you stop loving me?" is an angsty one, BUT what if it was actually an overly dramatic lament bc someone didn't get their way?

(I love that twist! Note: This written prompt is fluff/domestic shenanigans with Y/N having a habit of poor self-care, but the DA helps that.)

(This is a bit long so maybe not a drabble but a one-shot, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway!)

You're a college student with a hetic, inconsistant schedule job and more stressers in your life that would make a therapist whistle, so you're not exactly the best at self-care, or even regular human maintence. Your eating schedule was flakey at best and the contents of your fridge wasn't anything healthy if just something to pop into the microwave very quickly to save time. Sometimes your apartment would get dirty quickly and with no mental energy or time to clean it up, you just lived a little gross for a while. Don't even get started on your sleep schedule.

The Daycare Attendant, you realize, became quite aware of your situation more-so than they already had after their 'permanent moving' into your home, and thus you've been subjected to more life changes in the last week than you'd ever be prepared for.

Sun uses your phone to order healthier groceries and and tsks at the instant-microwave meals in your cabinet. He's gotten into cooking, which is both incredably odd considering he's a robot, but amusing when you walk into the living room and he's watching an a show of middle aged women teaching the viewers how to make veggie pasta.

Maybe he misses arts and crafts back when he was at the pizzaplex, and just liked to work with his hands. Something hints at you this is a correct assumption because the fruit he cuts for you are star and heart shaped and he likes to take pictures with your phone afterwards. You don't get it, but it makes him happy and keeps his mind occupied elsewhere, so you don't mind.

Moon cleans up after your mess and threatens you (in a friendly manner, of course. You think.) to go to bed at a proper time or he becomes rather aggitated.

Any attempts at using your phone underneath the covers will result in a small EMP attack that takes out your phone and the neighbor's Television. You know, because Gramps mentioned that her TV only seems to cut out around the same time every night and nothing he does seems to fix it until morning. Moon holds no remorse, obviously.

It's nice. Even if they're a little bit pushy about about it. Honesty, you think these acts are just remants of their care giving programming, the need to feel useful after everything that happened or just trying to busy themselves with the human they're invested in. Maybe a mix of all of those things, but that's to be unpacked later.

The exchange wasn't unequel either. You've learned more about robotics in the last 6 months than you'd ever expect to know, for sure, along with some other things. You're an adult, you can keep yourself alive just fine, but it's nice to have the extra support.

It does, however, get a touch on your nerves at times.

"Moon, c'mon, I'm like, so close to the end-" You make a lunge for the remote, and it's closer to you than it was before. The animatronic holding it over your head doesn't even blink as you make a grab for it again and your fingers only brush air. "Dude! The season finale came out today. It's literally the last couple of episodes!"

"Sit." Moon states plainly. "Kitchen table."

"I'll eat later. It's not like the fridge is going anywhere, Moon. C'mon. Everyone has seen it but me and I'm already getting spoilers on my feed. Just another episode? You two said you've watch it with me anyway."

Moon blinks dully at you, and stuffs the remote underneath his hat. "No."

"C'monnnnnn"

Fingers find your collar and hook underneath the fabric, and routinly, you are dragged away from your unhealthy habit of binging new series of media to attend to your oh-so-delicate human needs that are far too demanding for your liking. The Daycare Attendant has long become acustomed to your whining.

The dinner table chair because your metaphorical prison as Moon lightly pushes towards it, sitting with a slump and a over-the-top dramatic sigh as the animatronic walks through your kitchen. The lights are dimmed, but he still squints at the refridgerator lights that greets him when he opens the door. "What do you want."

You resist the urge to snatch his hat and run. "A robot that doesn't nanny me."

Red eyes and white pupils side eye you, and Moon pulls out a a few items. He speaks deadpan. "Cry about it."

"Maybe I will." You snark back. He makes a noise somewhat akin to a snort, and you pretend your pinching his head inbetween your fingers from across the room. You raise from your seat, resigining yourself to your fate and getting yourself a drink. It's a sugary soda (caffine free!) that Moon glances at but leaves be. Sun would have polietly recommended water by now.

It's almost a funny image: a tall, clown robot standing in front of your microwave in a t-shirt and slippers, just staring at the glass with mild dissassioance until the counter goes down. You duck, popping your head underneath his elbow and his arm raises to allow you. "So." You sip at your drink, and Moon makes a face above you. "What's on the menu, Starboy?"

"Leftovers." A pause. "That we made this morning."

Right. Sun must have made a meal set during the day for the opposite half to make for you at night. Clever bastard. "...Can I have the remote now?"

Moon, without looking at you, adjusts his hat to sit better on his head.

"Bitch."

"Sit." He shoos you to the table. "And sleep after this. It's late."

Very late, actaully. Around the wee hours of 1AM and half-past god knows what. You'd been so caught up in your favorite show that you just sorta forgot to do everything else for the day, so eating, showering, studying were all at the bottom of the list. Regaurdless, your TV called to you.

You heave a dramatic sigh, falling back onto the kitchen chair and resting your elbow on the table, cheek resting in your palm. "I can't believe you'd treat me like this after all we've been through. Denying me the simple pleasures in life, for shame."

The microwave counts down to single digits and Moon's fingers hover over the handle. You can't see his face from this angle, but a faint chuckle is in his tone. "Tragic."

"Ugh, how could you?" You sigh again, more dramatically this time, and even go as far as to place the back of your free hand against your forehead and calling back to all the cheesy soap operas you and Sun watch in your free time. "I feel soooo betrayed. When did you stop loving me?"

The microwave starts beeping and Moon's fingers lock onto the handle, and freeze.

A couple of beeps ring by. You hand lowers and you raise a brow at the animatronic's still form. You give him a moment, because sometimes the Daycare Attendant stalls sometimes, and you chalk it up to being a robot thing. But the beeping was starting to get annoying. "Hey, man. The food's done."

Another two seconds. His fingers move and pop the microwave door open. You can smell heated up veggies and broth from across the room. "Funny."

"Yep. I can be a jester too."

"One episode." Moon grabs your dinner with one hand, and pulls the remote out from under his hat with the other. "To eat your food with. Then sleep. You're lacking."

The smile on your face comes naturally, and you swipe the remote from his hands. "Yeah, sure. Like I'd let you boss me around anyways. Come lay with me on the couch and watch it with me. There's aliens in this episode."

#Solar Lunacy #honestly i might start posting these to A03 to keep them organized #writings #fnaf #fnaf moon #moon x reader #this is totally not self projecting with the reader btw no sir /j

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fancystudentpeanutpie · 7 months

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I think the whole thing with the melatonin cake was something pre-planned by Bad, Bagi, and Pac to further their cubitos' stories.

I mean, meta wise the way Pac and Bad especially were acting just doesn't make sense if it was all improv, but it's more than that.

The cake being unknowingly drugged doesn't really affect Bad at all. What he was doing was obviously just part of his 4d chess bullshit, and the cake was just accidental. Maaaaaaybe him not knowing the names of some drugs will come back to haunt him, but for now it's nothing.

For Bagi and Pac, on the other hand, it did multiple things;

- gave Bagi a full view of Pac's dangerous self sacrificial tendencies, something that 1 VERY few people realizes he has, 2 even fewer seem to realize is really dangerous, and 3 no one else has gotten to see in action in person until now.

- made Bagi really really worried about Pac, while also making her trust Bad even less, which gave her another reason to move far away from everyone.

- caused Pac to get yelled at for trying to sacrifice himself for the first time ever. Like, seriously, I'll probably make another post on this bc it's driving me insane but. all calling Pac a hero for making the antidote did was give him a reason to think that it was ok that he sacrificed himself. and hurt himself so badly that he bled all over Chume Labs. He desperately needs someone who will tell him that it's bad.

- gave Pac an excuse to remind everyone that he was addicted to drugs just a couple of weeks ago.

Like, some of these things are BIG for Bagi and Pac, and, again, it's also part of Bad's chess game, so it's important for him too. And all 3 of the cc's are great roleplayers with great ideas, so they can easily think of this and pull it off.

#qsmp #badboyhalo #pactw #bagi cattuzzo #qsmp theory #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp bagi #qsmp pac #my post

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maxislvt · 1 year

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Gonna request for Alpha!Emo!Wanda w Omega!reader bc I found it so cute the anons request-💕💕💕💕💕

After reader's second heat (that both of them spent together as a mated pair), after that, Wanda starts to act very possessive over reader she starts to growl and snarl at every alpha at the compound and is willing to fight anyone that gets a little too close, scent marks reader and this really sets reader off guard because wands never acted like this and whenever they're cuddling Wanda sets her head in reader's belly, this goes for a while until r starts being sick every morning and her scent changes to something more sweet and milky Wanda's absolutely smooths reader with cuddle,praises and kisses only to reader realize that she may carrying wands pup's

The ending u decide bc I'm out of creativity 😭😭🤚

warnings: omegaverse, pregnancy, possessive behavior

Your girlfriend has always been a more relaxed alpha. Of course, Wanda hated a family and at least two pups of her own, but she wasn't going to push. That time would come when it wanted to. Just being with you was enough. Wanda knew you were loyal and never worried about you leaving her. She has claimed you and you had claimed her, that was all she needed. So you were very confused when Wanda had suddenly become overprotective.

The team, you included, had brushed it off at first. Wanda had just gotten out of her rut and all alphas had behavior problems after that. Then it started to interfere with work. Wanda always had to be near you. If you sat too far from her in meetings, she'd pull your chair closer. You'd have a maximum of thirty minutes before Wanda would come stomping into your office and demanding you return to her room. The worst of it was her habit of picking fights with nearly every alpha that worked in the compound. There were a number of reasons for an alpha to become so snappy, so all you could do was watch.

It was a lot easier than you thought since Wanda resorted to simply following you around like a lost puppy.

Though it was your night to cook for everyone, Wanda had completely taken over. All you could do was prep the table and occasionally hand off some ingredients. "Damn it, who keeps putting the bread so high up?" You stood on the tips of your toes but nothing couldn't reach it.

"Let me get that for you. Some of us just toss stuff up here without much thinking." Thor reached the top of the fridge and handed you the bread. "It's a real shame. You do the most cooking out of anyone here." He firmly patted your shoulder only to immediately put his hands up in defense."Wow, you may wanna check your mate over there."

Your brows furrowed as you turned around to see Wanda giving Thor the meanest stare she could muster. A sigh fell from your lips. "Thank you, Thor. I'll talk to her." You walked over to Wanda and wrapped your arms around her waist. "What's the matter? You've been so cranky lately." Releasing your scent relaxed her a bit, but she was still very tense.

Wanda grumbled but didn't take her eyes off the pan. Truth was, she didn't know what was wrong. One moment, she was fine. Then suddenly, she'd be angry at the mere thought of other people seeing you. Her growling and snarling at other teammates was entirely subconscious. "I…honestly don't know. I thought it was just because of our cycle but that's clearly not an excuse anymore." Everyday she'd wake up and her brain was plagued with terrifying and baseless hypotheticals. Was it safe for you to go on a mission? Could the others be trusted when sparring with you? Why were you anywhere else but your nest?

It wasn't the answer you were hoping for. "That's okay, I'm always here for you. We'll figure it out together." You kissed the back of her neck and pulled her close. "Now can you move from the stove? Everyone likes their burgers differently."

Wanda huffed but stepped away so you could take over. "Fine, just let me do the dishes or something. I don't want you on your feet too long."

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Unfortunately, Wanda's possessive behavior only got worse and no one could figure out why. To make matters worse, you were plagued with all sorts of weird symptoms. The smell of anything would make you sick, your back hurt all the time, and you'd wake nauseous.

"I don't know, Bruce. Wanda's already freaking out. If she finds out I'm sick, she'll flip out." You spent the better part of your morning hooked up to monitors and taking tests. "If there is something wrong with me, just keep it between us." Your nervous scent had filled the room, but it was off. Your scent used to be dewy and floral. Fresh cinnamon and wet roses had suddenly become milk and strawberries. "Has Pepper been around here lately? I didn't think scents lingered this long."

Bruce frowned as he looked over the screens in front of her. "No, it didn't smell like this until you came in.." No matter how many tests he ran, nothing seemed abnormal. No spikes in blood pressure or viruses. Everything was normal. For a moment he was just stumped. Then it dawned on him. "Have you and Wanda…fiddled recently?" A sigh of relief fell from his mouth when you nodded. "That's what it is. You're pregnant!"

Everything stopped for a moment. The fears in your head kept turning. After being subject to so much chemical testing, you had given up on your fertility. But everything made sense. The idea warmed your heart, but you were nervous. "I- we have to go buy a test! Now, come on."

Bruce never expected to be forced into a disguise and dragged to a corner store to buy a pregnancy for one of his beloved teammates, but there was a first time for everything. After the tensest train ride and an awkward 30 minute stand outside of a bodega bathroom, Bruce's theory was confirmed. You were pregnant. "Well, what do you wanna do? Are you gonna tell her?"

You quickly dropped the test inside the plastic ziplock bag and shoved it in your hoodie pocket. "Yes, but I wanna surprise her." Despite your answer, you were so excited. The entire way back to the tower you thought over everything. Names, where you would move, and what their nursery would look like. You'd been so lost in thought, you didn't even notice you had returned home.

"Oh, baby there you are! Where have you been?"

"I'm pregnant," You said without hesitation as you pulled out the test.

"Surprise," Bruce said flatly as he raised his hands.

Wanda nearly exploded. "Oh my god, no way!" She dropped what she was doing and immediately ran to hug you. "I'm gonna be a mom and Pietro's gonna be an uncle!" It was the most childlike excitement anyone had seen Wanda express. She practically threw you up in the air with how face she picked you up. "Oh, we have to go remake your nest and- and buy a crib and- do everything!"

You sprinkled kisses all over Wanda's face. "Hey, hey relax. We got nine months to do all that stuff. Just relax."

#panther speaks #pvntherz #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda fanfic #alpha!wanda #panthers drabbles

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sardonic-sprite · 10 months

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Part 2 of Dad!Tim AU (so Q doesn't murder me in my sleep /aff) tw: referenced rape, referenced attempted/intended murder

(Part 1)

As we hit the ninth month, everyone is tense and on tenterhooks, but Tim is by far the worst. He can't sleep for more than an hour without jerking awake from a nightmare: the faceless child growing up, hands around a sword, smirking on Ra's's right hand, maybe coming to Gotham, but to hurt Tim's family, not join them... other times it's the child dying in infancy or even birth, and Tim doesn't know if that part is worse, the grief, or the next part, the fear, as Ra's's sister advances on him to try again

Nine months to the day since Paris and Tim is a wreck and the whole family is buzzing out of their skin, ready to ACT, but its not until 2 weeks later that they finally get Talia's call.

And in the background, there's a baby crying

Everyone is all wtf talia we said we were gonna WAIT and she grimly tells them there would be no waiting, she needs them to come pick up the baby now. Because the baby is a girl. Because Ra's will only accept a MALE heir, and he's not going to bother raising a child he has no use for. Because Ra's's sister is furious with the disgrace of bearing the wrong sort of baby and wants nothing to do with something that was supposed to be her greatest honor. Talia can only be gone so long before they will realize she has not in fact buried the infant in the snow, so they need to come NOW

Everyone bursts into frantic motion, freaking out, livid, terrified. Its all way too much, and Tim just sits and stares blankly, because he thought he'd have just a little more time. Dick sees this, and gently asks if Tim wants to stay back, and if he wants someone to stay with him. He does. So the others go, and Dick sits and holds Tim's hand as Tim tries to process. And he realizes that if not for Talia, all of his pain, all of his terror, all the violation would be for absolutely nothing.

And then he realizes that makes him MAD.

How dare they? He thinks. How DARE ra's and his sister throw the child away just because Tim gave her the "wrong" chromosome? HOW FUCKING DARE they treat a human child like a goddamn happy meal toy, like it -- she -- is disposable because she isn't what they wanted?

He gets up ("Tim?" Dick asks softly) and goes to find Alfred. The room right across from his, Alf, the one that has a view of the gardens, thats the nursery. Tim may still not be READY for this but he'll be damned if he can't do better than fucking RA'S.

So he and Dick and Alfred spend the tense, anxious hours moving and arranging baby stuff in the room, while Barbara folds all the onesies and diapers into the drawer and calls leslie about formula bc they don't know any nursing mothers

They get the call that the family arrived, they have the baby, they're on their way home, and Talia will keep up the pretense as long as she can so they can get back to Gotham. Baby's sleeping now, they say, and swear she looks just like Tim.

"You've got a regular little Snow White on your hands," Jason laughs, and no one on the plane is ever allowed to tell Tim how close Jason came to stealing his child (HER CHUBBY LITTLE CHEEKS STEPH JUST LOOK i see them jay.) "Black hair, pale skin (you're still paler), red lips, well, whole red face when she really wants to wail."

Tim doesn't know what to make of that yet, but at least maybe it seems like he'll be able to look at the child without constantly seeing her mother. (Not that she deserves that title).

They can't paint the nursery tonight and have it be dry, but they're going to paint it, Tim decides. Something colorful and happy, not like the soulless beige he grew up with. Nothing like his soulless childhood.

The family arrives. They arrive and Tim and Alfred and Barbara and Dick go down to meet them, Tim clutching Dicks hand. The door of the plane opens and they file out, and its Cass, a complicated mess of emotions on her face, who holds out the tiny, TINY little swaddle

Tim's hands are shaking as he reaches out, but no one says so. Dick just carefully supports Tim's arms to make sure he's steady

Jason was right, he thinks. She is a little Snow White. Her skin's a little darker than his, but still paler than he'd have thought. She's got black hair, but that was a guarantee. She's got a little red mouth that yawns into a perfect O and blinks open blue eyes, but he doesn't know if they'll stay that color.

Its hard to believe he's a FATHER. He has a DAUGHTER. He's still only 17.

That's when Baby begins to cry, and Tim panics, and the others have to calm him down and promise its not his fault, she's only hungry, and they go upstairs to get a bottle. Then they all troop to the nursery, where Alfred and Bruce have to help Tim settle in Martha's old rocking chair, and show him how to hold the Baby in one arm and the bottle in the other hand, and help her eat.

Slowly the others trickle away, to sleep, to give him privacy, because jts all so surreal, and there may or may not be tears on Tim's face. Finally its just Bruce and Alfred, and they help Tim put Baby in the cradle thats been in the Wayne family for nine generations. Then they go, and Tim's still sitting on the rocking chair, staring, like this fever dream is going to disappear, and there won't be baby or nursery or this awful terrifying weight in his chest, and he's not sure if he would really want that or not

He hears a soft sound by the door and springs up, grabbing for a weapon he doesn't have, but its only Damian, looking as lost and unsure as Tim.

"I thought you went to bed"

"I could not sleep."

Tim can't really argue with that

Damian edges closer, looking at Baby's face like he's searching for something there.

"Have you named her?"

"No," Tim scoffs, because he didn't fucking want her, he thought she'd come with a name, just barely laid eyes on her or held her. Then he feels shame because what kind of father doesn't want to name his own child? His voice softens as he explains, "i have no idea where to start"

"At the end then," Damian suggests, just as soft. "With Wayne." And it might just be the kindest thing the kid has ever said to Tim.

"Ok," he says. "And in the middle?" It feels like a cop-out, asking Damian of all people to name TIM's child. But Tim can't... there's no logical process to follow here, naming is an emotional experience, it forges a CONNECTION and Tim just... all that furious resolve is much harder to draw from when he's confronting the reality it entails

Damian purses his lips, hesitating. Finally, he says, "There's Bahar. It... it means 'brilliant.'"

And at first, Tim balks, because no, that's what RA'S wanted from the child, Tim's brilliance, and what the FUCK, Damian-- and then he realizes. That... this might be, no it probably is, Damian saying "fuck ra's. The baby girl will be brilliant, and you're brilliant too."

He finds himself smiling, just a little, and repeats, "Bahar. I... I like it."

Damian smiles just a faint bit too, then.

"What... what about the beginning?" Tim tries, but Damian shakes his head and tells him that's for Tim to decide. He turns to go. Then Tim calls him back.

Slowly, hesitantly, Tim asks, "What's the word for 'snow?'"

Perfect little snow white... bury the kid in the snow... fuck ra's...

"... 'eira.'"

Damian leaves, and Tim looks down at the tiny little baby.

"Eira," he tries. "Eira. Eira Bahar Wayne."

It almost looks like Eira smiles.

Part 3

#sprite wrote #tim drake #dad!tim au #mostly angst #but if got fluffier #and the fluff will only grow #damian wayne #is a good bean #content warnings at top

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juicefield · 1 year

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Meyp Skxawng - Neteyam X Avatar!Reader Part 2

A/N: I just wanted to wish everyone a Happy Easter. I don’t celebrate, but I can appreciate a good ham. This is set after avatar 2, both reader and Neteyam are 20. This is set in high camp, bc I said so. This is also not set as far in the future as it is in cannon, for reasons. Also no NSFW (the Hoes Not gonna love this :/). I didn't edit this as thoroughly as part 1, so let me know if you find any egregious mistakes.

You can find the other parts here:

Part 1 // Part 3 // Part 4

Although the writing in this fanfiction is my own, I do not claim any ownership of Avatar, Avatar: The Way of Water, or any of the subsequent medias. All rights go to James Cameron and the producers.

Synopsis: You experience a new body for the first time, and have never felt freer. Luckily, you have great friends to revel in your newfound joy with.

Neteyam X Fem!Avatar!Reader 8.9k 1st person POV

"Aw... damn. It didn't work." I mumble quietly, raising my hand to block the offensive brightness. Slowly I blink against the harsh light, trying to block it with my hand. I can practically feel my pupils expanding all too fast, trying to stop the influx of light causing me to be lightheaded. When I turn my head I see Max in a mask hovering above me. I see his mouth moving but I can't understand what he's saying at first. The blood rushes in my ears, louder than it ever has before.

"... hear me, kiddo?" Is all I catch as I realize Max was the one shining the offensively bright light in my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah I hear you." I say, loud enough for him to hear me this time. "It... didn't work." I said to him, my words sounding slurred almost because my tongue is so dry. His face looked amused, which really confused me. Why would he find this funny? This is horrible? Finally he relents and puts the LED flashlight down, instead picking up a small hand held mirror.

"Yes, kiddo, it did." Max says, holding up the mirror. As I gaze at its reflective surface I see the body from yesterday staring back at me. Snapping out of my tired state I sit up; entirely too quickly as blood rushes to my head and makes me feel light headed but does nothing to curb my happiness. Max fusses at me but I dismiss him with a wave of my hand, insisting that I'm fine. While marveling at the modern science I reach up to touch it’s- I mean my- face.

"Oh. My. God." I say when my fingertips make contact with the warm surface. I saw her eyes widen at the same time mine did and I couldn't help the sound of surprise that escaped me. "Max! Norm! We did it! We fucking did it!" I said turning to Max with the biggest smile I've ever had. I was smiling so hard that I could feel the unused muscles of my face stretching tentatively. The dull ache from the use only sends more excitement through me, that must mean everything is working the way it’s supposed to.

"No, you did it. You were so brave, sweetheart." A voice I recognized as Norm called out from my right. I feel my ears swivel towards him and marvel at the strange new feeling of having moving ears, of the new muscles I’ve never had before. Stretching sinew that feels too strong to be mine. I reach out for his shoulder and suddenly I notice how big I am. My hand nearly takes up his whole shoulder as I try to gently squeeze him in reassurance. Norm lets out a grunt of pain and ducks to move his shoulder away, rubbing it and wincing.

"You just woke up so you can't really tell how strong you are, but you were a lot more gentle than Jake when he woke up. So don't worry." He says when he sees a look of pain flit across my new face. Before I can even utter an apology he continues, cutting me off. "Now c'mon it's time for a few tests and we'll get you some clothes to wear."

"It sucks, but the only thing that will fit you is some of Norm’s old clothes that his avatar got too big for." Max said as he entered the room again before I had even realized that he left my side. They pester and prod me while I answer a few questions to ensure that the transfer went as well as we think. They barrage me with a litany of fine motor control tests before they take all the IVs and monitors off of me. By the time they end I am grumbling and practically electrically charged with energy, far too ready to get up and run for the first time in years. Realistically I know that it will take a bit of time to build up to running and sprinting, but I am very tempted to make a run for it. Sadly, I refrain.

"Okay take it easy and try standing up. Then when you're ready try taking a step. We'll go from there. Hopefully we'll get you up and at em' before Kiri and Lo'ak arrive." Max instructed while checking the time on the clock above the door. I try swinging my legs over the bed and am again surprised by the strength of this body when I almost knock the tray filled with medical supplies beside me off the table. Max smiles and tells me to take it slow while I laugh at my graceless movements. It's then that I notice how good my legs feel. There's no more pain in my legs, no dull ache that refuses to leave no matter what I do. They feel so strong, I swear I can feel every tendon attached to bone under the skin moving as I stretch my feet per Norms instructions. My joints feel like butter and I almost melt into the bed with relief. There had been part of me, a small, dark part in the very back of my mind, that had worried that my genetic problem would affect my avatar.

"Okay sweetheart, try to stand up." Norm advises. Immediately I move to try to stand. I remember my strength this time and stand up with minimal issues. My tail flicks from side to side erratically before I get it under control and tangles a bit in the chords coming out of the bed. Norm and Max rib me a couple times as I struggle to take my first step forward.

"This is a lot harder than I thought it would be." I complain, trying to defend myself against their teasing. I'm starting to get used to the body so I decide to step forward to grab the clothes from Max's hands and stumble a little before catching myself on the steel table next to the bed.

"I feel like a baby direhorse." I grumble as I sit the clothes down on the bed.

"Yeah. I remember what that felt like." Norm spoke, obviously he's remembering the first time he piloted his avatar. It was a story he often told over dinners with a great degree of dramatics and theatrics. He would talk about how natural Jake had seemed juxtaposed with how clumsy and ungraceful he had been. I’ve had many warm nights and aching bellies from laughing at his jokes while he told his stories of the time before the war.

"Okay. Okay, love you boys but get the heck out while I change." I say, and point at the door, eager to get out of the awful hospital gown. The tag in the back was making my neck twitch, sensitive new flesh itching from the polyester tag.

"You sure you got this alone?" Max asks, eyebrows crinkling with concern. With his creased brows and crinkled eyes I can almost see the anxiety in his face and I frantically assure him that I am capable on my own.

"Yeah. I got this. I've never felt better, actually." I reply as I all but push them both out the door, shooing them away. As soon as the door closes I take off the annoying hospital gown they put me in and pull on the tank and shorts. I brush out the wrinkles and walk over to the two way window to look at my reflection. My reflection is so surreal I almost wonder if I'm actually dreaming right now. If so, it's an exceptionally vivid dream. I push all the hair out of my face and look around for something to tie it with. Luckily there is a large rubber band on one of the tables so I gather my hair to tie it. I feel a small jolt and I gasp when I touch the spinal queue at the base of my skull, also known as the kuru. It's warm and surprises me when I feel the muscle and cartilage underneath flexing against my touch. I try to tie my hair but I can only wrap the rubber band around it all once so it's not really a ponytail, but I simply want the damn hair out of my face. I turn to the door and when I open it I almost forget to grab a Na'vi respirator. Na'vi can breathe the air in the lab, but only for a little bit. I hang it around my neck as I walk out.

It's insane how small everything looks when I step into the lab. It feels like a completely new space as a traipse around, even though I've been living here since my birth. Max and Norm rush over to crowd around me and fuss over me for a while, still worried about complications. I assure them I'm fine, in fact I'm better than fine because I feel so light and so strong. They make me do a few more of the less fine motor, hearing, and sight tests while I wait for Kiri and Lo'ak to arrive. Eventually I get irritated and snap at them, telling them to leave me alone.

"You know I love you guys but c'mon I'm perfectly fine." I say before retreating to my room. I attempt to weave briefly but I just can't because it's a lot harder when you're two times bigger than you normally are. I settle for some music instead and pop in the 2005 pop mix CD. I accidentally press the eject button while trying to press the play and I finally understand how Lo'ak’s skxawng ass broke my CD. It's surprisingly hard to push the right button at this size because they're so close together. Finally I get the CD to play after a few tries and Gwen Stefani's Hollaback Girl starts flowing from the player. While I'm about halfway through My Humps. Hearing the loud door to the entrance screech open I scramble to press pause on the player. While I absolutely adore Kiri and Lo'ak I still am not ready to explain what My Humps means. I had a hard enough time explaining Don’t Cha by The Pussycat Dolls that I don’t even want to think about the mess of explaining the term 'humps'. I hear Max say my name and the word room while I scramble to sit on my bed. I awkwardly try to adjust my position into a casual laying down pose before the door opens and I hear Kiri and Lo'ak before I see them.

"No you… you- penis face. You said if I cleaned last night-" Kiri said before noticing the surprised look on her brother’s face and turned around to see me. Her eyebrows nearly shot off the top of her face. "Uh... hello?" Kiri said in that particular voice that she uses around people that she doesn't know. I get an evil, maliciously wicked idea to mess with her but of course before I can make good on that and mess with her Lo'ak’s big mouth opens.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you in (Y/N)'s room?!" He shrieks and bumps his head on the top of the door frame before scrambling into a fighting stance. I burst out laughing at this and through the tears in my eyes I see the recognition of who I am dawn on Kiri's face.

"It's me skxawng." I say in between breaths while I try to calm down, and Kiri lets out her own giggles at her brother's high pitched scream. Clutching my stomach, I stand up feeling my newly acquired abdominal muscles protest slightly from all the laughing.

"(Y/N)??" He says with his mouth open like a fish.

"Yeah. You better close your mouth before an atokirina lands in it and Eywa finally gives you the sign to shut it forever." I say rolling my eyes and pushing his shoulder gently.

"Yeah that's definitely you." He grumbles as Kiri laughs at us under her hand. Kiri approaches me tentatively, like I'm a newly born creature to befriend.

"How?" Kiri asks me while she grabs my hands and inspects my hands and arms. "I thought they said it was not possible anymore."

"They used Grace's pod… I'm sorry, Kiri. I didn't know until yesterday." I say looking down at the floor. Although I know Kiri will not be mad at me for using her mother's chamber, I know it might be a painful reminder of the loss of her. One could argue that she never really had her, but she had always been comforted by Grace's avatar. Always seeked out the tube when she was having a hard time emotionally.

"Hey, it is okay. I'm glad they used it to give my friend a chance at a life. It is what mom would have wanted." Kiri insisted before throwing her arms around me in a bone crushing hug. At least it would be if I didn't now have carbon fiber bones. "It's Eywa's will." She assures me. Lo'ak walks behind me and inspects my entire body before whistling.

"Damn girl, you look pretty good in blue." He says while smirking.

"Ew, Lo'ak that's actually gross. Shut up." I say while rolling my eyes. "Today is my first day." I abruptly try to change the subject from Lo'ak’s disturbing attempts at flirting.

"Well that means we have to go out and have some fun. We can show you all our favorite fun spots. C'mon Taw." Lo'ak says excitedly, even using the nickname he had given me as a child. They had just called me Tawtute or sky person when we had first become friends, not used to saying my name. Eventually I told them that I didn't like being called that because I didn’t feel like a human at all. They started to simply call me Taw after that. Grumbling in defeat, I reluctantly follow as Lo’ak starts trying to pull me out of my room and Norm calls out to protest.

"Hey! She's not going to be able to keep up yet because it's her first day. She can go out tomorrow, Lo'ak. We have exercises for her to do first. Y’know stuff to strengthen her sense of balance." Norm almost yells from the other side of the lab.

"C'mon Norm. We'll only take her to safe places and have her back before first twilight.... please?" Kiri pleads as we approach. Luckily Norm has a soft spot for her, as Grace's child, so he relents, but not before making me promise to be careful. Before we walk out the door I take a moment to brace myself to take my first step out of the lab in a few years. I've always avoided going out, for many reasons, like the staring Na'vi or vile names I would hear in hushed conversations that I just know have to be about me. I almost tell them I can't do it but when Lo'ak pulls me out of the door and I take the first breath of fresh air with no mask, I know I had to do this. With my new heightened Na'vi senses I can almost taste the air as I smell it. It smells earthy and lush; almost like the cave made by the mountains is alive despite having no plants inside. Lo'ak keeps pulling but I plant myself firmly after a few steps to have a second to get my bearings. Although the entrance to the lab is the furthest building away from the entrance of the cave, there are still a few Na'vi that live right around the human dwellings.

These were the less prestigious families of the clan. At this time most families were carrying out various tasks and jobs delegated by Jake and his few chief advisors relating to the more domestic chores to avoid midday heat. Many of them did the jobs deemed less important like weaving and basket making. A few had looked up from their jobs to aim their shocked eyes at me, accompanied by open mouths gaping like fish. As I glanced around most of the Na'vi looked away as soon as I met their eyes, dropping to their crafts in shame from being caught . I could hear a few muttering lowly 'uniltìranyu' or even some muttering dreamwalker in English. I catch a few elders pursing their lips and shaking their heads in disapproval. Suddenly I felt like I was back in that pool, a small little weak girl that stood in front of Txeyu soaked and cold not only from the water but the pain of alienation. Kiri could immediately tell what I was feeling, her empathetic nature peaking out. She places a hand on my back, rubbing soothing circles.

"Taw. Please, you are having a chance here to show these people who you truly are. Let them see that you are as strong outside as you are on the inside." Kiri urges me forward with the hand on my back. My first instinct is to snap back that I am not nearly as strong as she thinks but I bite down the bitterness and start moving forward again.

"If you weren’t wearing such silly ass clothes then they wouldn't call you that. Hell, they'd probably think you were one of us, you speak the mother language almost perfectly for a sky person." Lo'ak adds as an attempt to comfort me in his own way as we walk towards the front of the cave. Luckily, almost everyone was out hunting or gathering so we were able to peacefully make it back to their marui that sits near the caves' large entrance. As we all walked there Kiri said that she would help me cut my hair, because it looked 'like a banshees nest' and braid it into a style that would protect my kuru.

Neytiri and Jake were currently out on a hunting trip with their eldest son, Neteyam. Neytiri and Neteyam were a mystery to me; I had never met them and they had made no effort to know me. Which, I'll admit, is completely understandable due to Neytiri's personal losses that were caused by the humans. Jake is a sky person but she still hasn't let go of her grudge and if you are human you must prove to her you are worthy of her good graces before she kills you. I don't know what Neteyam's deal is, though. If I am to believe Lo'ak it's because all he ever does is work and train. But, and this is probably more the truth, Kiri tells me it's because he's a total momma's boy and Neytiri always told him not to play with me or join his siblings for our usual hangouts. This would normally be a little insulting after almost a decade of friendship with her other children and even her husband, but I totally get it. Humans are nothing but trouble, especially on Pandora. She barely tolerates Spider, but I'm jot sure if she even considers him more than Kiri's pet.

Kiri putters around their family marui gathering beads, string, and a small exquisitely carved dagger. Just as she makes her way over to me Lo'ak groans.

"Ugh. C'mon I meant let's have some fun. I want to to braid hair and talk about boys." He complained, flipping his hair back for dramatic effect and blinking his eyes lashes before his face morphs in disgust.

"You mean while I braid her hair. If you do it her head will look like a mess." Kiri says, sticking her tongue out. "Besides you know she must braid her hair to protect the kuru."

"Whatever, man." Lo'ak scoffs before picking up his spear and running a thumb over the sharp stone tip. "I'm gonna go fish while you guys kiss and sing or whatever." Kiri responds only by giving him the finger and rolling her eyes while I laugh at the two.

"Sit," she commands while patting the mat in front of her. I hesitate so she adds an annoyed "Now!" While pushing me forward. I sit down and cross my legs awkwardly. This had never been a pose that came easy to me because of my problems, but as I settle I notice it feels completely natural to sit like this.

"Please, if you could try to cut it like my normal hair. It doesn't have to be perfect, but I still want to feel like me." I said as I ran a hand through the waist length hair, marveling at its length and texture. It felt coarser than my other hair, but still soft even with my new refine senses.

"I can try," Kiri says nonchalantly before grabbing hold of all the hair and slicing a large length of hair off at once.

"Kiri!" I yell, not expecting a large cut, "please leave some of my hair! I don't want to be bald." I complain and she just clicks her tongue cheekily. Before I can register or try to stop it my tail flicks her leg in annoyance. "Do you ever get used to having a tail?" I ask dumbfounded as I try to stop it from showing my annoyance to no avail.

She only snorts and incredulously says, "Well I don't know, I've always had a tail. After a while it'll just feel like another finger, maybe?" She says while she finished roughly chopping the sections of my hair my hair. I'll have to finish later with some scissors in the lab, but honestly she's given me a really good base to start with.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it. And you." I say as I turn and give her a smile. Kiri gives me a small smile back and motions down to her lap where she has a large sack of beads that she used from everything from jewelry to hair accessories.

"What colors do you want?" She asks, grabbing out a handful of beads for me to inspect.

"Um, whatever color you think would look nice." I say and shrug. I've never much cared for my appearance so I'm not really sure what color I'd like in my hair. It was never really something that I’d thought about much, not really much of an option when you grow up with such limited resources. I don't even get to pick my own clothes, mostly I wore the clothes left behind by the female scientists. This often led to strange outfit combinations since most of the nice clothes were taken in the hurry to get off the planet. Kiri ends up choosing a couple purple beads and a few large green beads. We chat as she brushes my hair and sections it off. Mostly I listen to her complaints about learning medicine from Mo’at. They were notorious for butting heads about what herbs and roots to use because Mo’at is much more traditional in her Tsahik practices than Kiri is. Kiri is a lot more concerned with the patients comfort while Mo'at is a stickler for efficacy, always opting for the bitter herb that works faster over the mellow ones that take longer. Her hands work lightning fast as she braids down my kuru and two braids on either side of my face for the beads, a style she herself often wears because of her much more delicate hair. Most Na'vi had textured hair, much more similar to people of color than Kiri's thinner hair. When she is finally done she hums happily and hands me a small handheld mirror that I use to inspect my reflection. I am again startled that my face is an entirely different color but relax when I realize that it still really does look like me. The only thing missing is a scar from a childhood accident. Feeling the braids and admiring my new hair style I smile at Kiri.

"Thank you so much. My head feels a lot lighter now." I say while I trace my fingers over the braids, admiring the two strand technique she uses on the ones framing my face. She just nods in my direction while she moves to put away her precious beads. "So.. what now?"

"Now we get you out of those clothes. Are they Norm's? They are horrendous. I feel like I must cleanse my eyes." She says with the signature flat tone she uses when she teases me. I stand up and nod lazily, not wanting to acknowledge her teasing. I've been in many wars with Kiri over the years and I can admit when I am outmatched. Lo'ak is much easier to battle in the game of wits, so I've learned that instead of being against Kiri, it is smarter to be with her. While she rifles through a sort of chest I notice that I am actually taller than Kiri. The thought sends a happy zing through my body that culminates in my tail almost wagging before I consciously force it to stop. It makes me happy to be tall because it means that my new body is particularly strong. The Na'vi always prized the taller members of the clan, as they often made the best warriors among them. I puff my chest proudly and proclaim to Kiri that I may not fit her clothes.

"You are rather small for our age." I tease as she rifles flings a few tops over her shoulder. She flips me off silently and pulls out something that was larger than the rest.

"Oh thank you, Eywa. I found it!" She squeals excitedly before holding the set up to the light filtering through the hole in the center of the marui. It was a beautiful set, made from feathers from a variety of Pandora’s prized bird-like creatures. She hands it to me. Turning it over, I admire the fine details of the Omaticayan craftsmanship. I trace my fingers over the braided band that holds all the feathers. The leather is soft and pliant, even though the set itself is obviously older. I can feel my face muscles get tired from the grin that stretches them before I realize that I cannot accept such a gift, it would be considered disrespectful by the clan. They wouldn’t want me to wear their clothes, evidenced by the fact that Norm still does not own any Na'vi clothes for his avatar. He always just wears larger size human clothes. The only exception was a battle band given to him by Jake for his help with the human war, but even that is a huge privilege because he is not one of the people. I have done nothing to earn this outfit so I shake my head and try to hand the set back to Kiri. Kiri, however, does not accept it and goes on to explain whose it was.

“It was my mothers, a very long time ago. She was around our age. She has now grown out of it and no longer uses it. Please, I am gifting it to you.” She insists, pushing my hands away. At this my mouth falls open. Is she trying to kill me?! Though I have not met Neytiri two things have been made very clear to me.

1: Neytiri does not like humans.

2: Neytiri is known for being a fierce woman, hell she even scares the mighty Jake Sully!

Immediately I drop the set, refusing childishly to accept it. If Neytiri saw me in her clothes she might kill me and stuff my body to mount like a trophy hunt. Screw that, with how much she scares the Olo’eyktan I wouldn’t be surprised if she ate me. No way in hell, man! I just got this body and I have so many things I need to do first.

“Kiri, do you want me to join Eywa?” I ask incredulously. “Seriously your mother may slay me if she sees me in that. And it's not even yours to give away.”

“You are wrong,” she sasses back at me, “she has given it to me, therefore it is mine, therefore I may give it to you.” She rolls her eyes and bends over, picking up the top and loincloth.

“Yes. But, Kiri, there has not been a sky person that has ever been permitted to wear the people's clothing, besides your father who, might I remind you, became one of the people so he doesn’t count.” I insist, practically whining, while she tries to force me to accept the top from her hands by pushing it at my chest. As we continue to bicker a head pokes into the marui.

“What are you guys doing?” Lo’ak says looking between us. “And why aren’t you done? I caught so many fish I thought the stream would run out and you still hadn’t come to me so I headed back.” He explained and came in with three large fish strung up on a rope hanging over his shoulder.

“I would hardly call three enough to drain the stream,” Kiri teases, “and we would not have taken so long if this one would get dressed.” She points at me, as if accusing me of a horrific crime.

“I cannot accept the clothes. It is not for me to wear! I am not one of you. The elders of the clan and your mother would not like it.” I explained to Lo’ak, turning to him and gesturing to the clothing she is holding. He simply looks on with a bored look on his face before it transforms into that face he gets before he spouts one of his ridiculous ideas.

“Well,” Lo’ak starts with the mischievous look on his face, “how could they be mad if you had the consent of the Olo’eyktan’s kids huh? Dad would totally be fine with it, too.” He insists. Kiri enthusiastically agrees, nodding so hard her many braids bounce up and down.

“Yeah right. As if your mom or respected clan leaders give a thantor’s ass about your ‘consent’.” I counter and shake my head at them. I see an idea form in Lo’ak’s mind. A delicious, evil idea takes root and he opens his mouth to birth it to the world.

“What about the future Olo’eyktan?,” When I shake my head he continues on, “No I’m serious (Y/N)! The elders really respect Neteyam’s opinion and wouldn’t challenge you if you told them that he allowed it. Mom wouldn't get mad either if she knew he approved too.” I stay silent as I mull it over and I finally agree, albeit reluctantly. I'm not sure whether I agree with their reasoning or if they've simply worn me down. Another example of why it is better to be on Kiri's side, she will always wear you down.

“Okay let’s go.” Lo’ak says and grabs my forearm, pulling me out of the marui. There are a few more people than earlier and I get strange looks as I pass them, but luckily no one seems to care much as everyone is getting ready for dinner. I guess it has been longer than I thought it was to braid my hair, as eclipse is nearing. Kiri trails a length behind us, not really caring to keep up with Lo'ak's enthusiasm.

“Let’s go? Where are we going? Lo'ak!” I say confused, while Lo’ak stubbornly drags me along without uttering a word. A few times I almost trip over people as I try to slow down and get answers out of him. Unlike usual, he is a man on a mission and doesn’t answer me until we reach the cooking area.

“To Neteyam. We must ask him about the clothes, he is on cooking duty today. Normally, men don’t do that but mom insists that he needs to learn to do the jobs of women to appreciate the work that they do when he becomes Olo’eyktan.” He explains, as if that's the reason I was confused.

“What?! No! I don’t even know him. I shouldn’t be here when you ask him. I want to meet him under less weird circumstances. It's totally weird to be like, 'hi my name is (Y/N), been friends with your sisters and bro for a while, can I wear your mom's old clothes?'.” I complain, planting my feet solidly on the ground to force him to stop pulling me along, finally getting agitated at his lack of awareness of his own peoples opinions.

“(Y/N), please, it’s Neteyam. He will not care.” Kiri piped up, she had finally caught up with us and now stood beside me.

“Fine! Fine. But I’m not explaining this to him, you guys are!” I say and stick my tongue out at them. Lo’ak merely rolls his eyes and Kiri nudges me forward. I start moving again and we walk up to the large earthenware cooking pots that the many women are standing over. I can smell the pots, admiring the smell of spicy and earthy tones that float up from them. Among them is a range of ages. I see some that are as young as eight to many young adults like myself to even respected elders of the clan. The young children seem to be processing some sort of vegetable while the teens and young adults work on slicing meat and veggies. The older women are the ones actually doing the cooking, while the elders are the ones barking out orders and instructions to them. I hear many new Na'vi words as we walk past them. I assume that most of these must be the names of foods and spices, mostly because as a male Lo’ak does not get cooking duty and Kiri absolutely hates it. Tuk, on the other hand neither likes nor dislikes it so she also does not talk about it. Even with her mouth running a thousand miles a minute she still doesn't talk about things that she deems boring, which leaves my education of such matters to be very little. I search among the women for the mysterious Neteyam, but before I find a single male standing around Lo’ak calls out to him.

“Neteyam. Brother!” He practically shouts, unperturbed by the scornful looks that older ladies give him for disrupting their cooking lessons. A few younger children let out barks of laughter at his mischievousness. It's then that I notice him. Immediately I am confused that I hadn’t immediately seen him, he towers over most of the women there. Maybe it's because of the gentle smile and look that is in his eyes that makes him seem much smaller. He’s a lot less out of place in the kitchen than one would expect from a great warrior and hunter. He’s also, unfortunately, devastatingly good looking. I mean, I had always thought that Lo’ak was handsome, but his brother has this air of maturity and gentleness that makes his fine looks feel entirely different from Lo’ak’s. He feels like a man, while Lo’ak still feels like a boy. I feel a thousand times more awkward now. Why would Lo’ak do this to me? I think to myself when he catches sight of us and waves before I can make a run for it. I see him say something to the elder he was listening to and he makes his way over to us. As he nears I can practically see the confusion on his face as he looks at me. The urge to run away rears its ugly head as he catches my eye. I bet I could make it back to the lab before Kiri and Lo’ak could catch up to me. Before I can win or lose this hypothetical bet with myself the mysterious man speaks.

“Baby brother, what brings you here?” He asks and I can’t help but enjoy his voice. It is soft, yet mighty. Quiet, yet commanding. I ignore that thought and try to refocus, looking at him while attempting a smile that says ‘Hello future chief please don’t find it disrespectful that I came here today to ask you about what clothes you’ll allow me to wear’. I don’t think the point gets across, but one can only hope. “And who is this?” He ads while giving me a sideways glance. I notice that his gaze lingers on my shorts before moving up to my face.

“Hello. My name is (Y/N). And your baby bro has dragged me here to ask you something.” I offer up using my rusty Na'vi language abilities, trying to get ahead of Lo'ak's scheme. When Lo’ak said almost perfect for a sky person he may have been slightly over-exaggerating. I used to be better but I stopped talking to Kiri, Lo’ak, and Tuk in Na'vi a couple years ago when they asked me to help them practice English, so my ability has deteriorated quite a bit. I offer up my hand for him to shake. Neteyam looks down at my hand with knitted brows until Lo’ak says.

“You remember, our human friend.” He prompts, nudging Neteyam towards my hand. Neteyam seems to remember the silly human custom of shaking hands and takes my hand in his slightly larger one. He grasps it softly and shakes it a few times, giving me a barely there smile.

“Oh. It is nice to finally meet you. You speak the mother language very well.” He compliments as he shakes my hand. “And I am sorry I have not made it to meet you before, but Olo’eyktan training is very intense.” He says bashfully, looking down at the floor.

“Oh it’s fine. Trust me when I say I understand. There are not many who would rush to meet me.” I joke to try to lighten his demeanor. I find myself fiddling with the two braids that frame my face to try to escape the awkward situation. Instead of making the atmosphere it seems to make Neteyam deflate even more as he winces. “Oh sorry, I was trying to make a joke.” I explain, thinking I may have somehow offended him.

“No, I am just really sorry that I had not met my sister's best friend before.” When that came out of his mouth I realized, relieved, that I had not offended him, but instead had made him feel bad for me. Not the optimal outcome, but better than I feared.

“You are too kind, but I believe that may be Spider. Not me. Your brother however, maybe, but only because he has no friends.” I say with a laugh, hoping that this joke would actually land. Luckily that gets a few chuckles from him and he actually smiles before finally looking me in the eyes.

“You are funny, (Y/N).” He compliments my jest while Lo’ak pouts at it, grumbling an expletive that I can't catch under his breath.

“Ugh, Taw you are so mean to me. Sadly, you’re right, though. I’m stuck with you as my best friend.” Lo’ak interjects rolling his eyes, bumping my shoulder when he says the word stuck “So, stop flirting with my best friend.” He almost accuses Neteyam. Neteyam blabbers for a second, very obviously embarrassed before struggling to get out an annoyed,

“I am not flirting skxawng! I am simply trying to be nice to your friend.” He defends himself. I look over to find Kiri’s reaction to find her hiding a grin behind the feathered top she's still holding. I see her shoulders shaking and realize that she is also holding in laughter at her brothers' antics. In an attempt to change the subject Neteyam asks Lo’ak what he has come to ask him about.

“Well (Y/N) here doesn't have any clothes of her own to wear in this body so we came to ask if we could give her one of moms old outfits.” Lo’ak explains. “She thinks it would look bad if she accepted the gift, that mom might hunt her on sight. But, like I explained, if you say it's okay, surely mom will be fine with it.” He throws and arm around me and pulls on my ear when he says that his mom will hunt me. I push him away and flick his arm harshly to get him to stop.

“She is right. Mom would not like that. It has not been done since father.” Neteyam says, dipping his head in agreement with me.

“I know, but come on look at what she is wearing. If she wears that everyone will say stuff about her. Maybe they’ll even start saying bad things about me and Kiri.” Lo’ak says, using anything he can to convince Neteyam. “Plus she's not like Norm, she doesn’t have specially made earth clothes for her much bigger Na'vi body.” I can see the gears in Neteyams mind turning as he considers what his brother said.

“Yes. But-” Neteyam starts to say before being cut off.

“C’mon man, Mom won’t ever wear this again. And Kiri probably won't grow into it like mom thought she would… Plus, don’t you think it would look a lot nicer on her than this.” He says while gesturing at my basketball shorts. This makes Neteyam look at me up and down before he sighs loudly.

“Fine. But if mom asks, it was not my idea. I'm not taking responsibility for you this time.” He huffs at his brother. Suddenly, a voice calls out and Neteyams tail whips back and forth in clear annoyance.

“Dinner is ready. I must go help now. Will your friend be joining us? I am grabbing food to bring back to the marui.” Neteyam asks Lo’ak but I answer anyway.

“I would love to come, but I have to tell Norm and Max. That will give me a chance to try them on.” I suggest, despite secretly hoping that they don't fit. He seems taken back that I had answered him and not Lo’ak, but he nods and smiles nonetheless.

“Goodbye then. See you at dinner, hopefully.” He says before heading back over to the elder he was helping before.

“Awesome!” Lo’ak says throwing an arm around both me and Kiri on either side of him. “Well… First one to the lab wins.” He declares before taking off running and laughing at my dumbfounded face. I had certainly never been challenged to a race before, especially not by Lo'ak. Spider was the only one who I could possibly keep up with, but he was never really around much before my legs started to give out on me. Miles had always been a child who needed adventure, while I was always more of a homebody. Always cooped up in the lab, reading and talking to Norm and Max. Kiri laughed and nudged me before she took off running after Lo’ak. Seeing Lo’ak getting further away I hesitated, wondering if my motor control over this body was really ready yet. The, I thought of Jake Sully, he did not hesitate with his new body, so neither should I!

I look to the left and right to see if anyone is watching me. Luckily, most of the women were completely unconcerned with me, only focusing on their pots and knives. I take a deep breath before I take off after them. I’m again surprised by the strength of my new body, it feels like I launched forward rather than started running. In the first few steps I feel like a baby deer as my knees wobble and my feet are unsteady. My tail isn’t balanced and I almost fall into a woman carrying a large pile of leathers and pelts. I shout a small apology in Na'vi behind me. Not turning to face the disappointment on her face, I continue on. As I run my body instinctively adjusts itself, and I can feel my newly acquired tail now helping me to stay upright as I dart around people returning from a hunt with animals slung over their backs, hoof-like feet tied together. A few of the hunters in the party call after me to stop running through camp, but it feels like I’m flying. If this is what running feels like, then I can’t even imagine what actual flying on an Ikran would feel like. Finally Kiri comes into view with Lo’ak almost by the lab entrance in front of her. For the first time in my life, I feel determined to win against Kiri so I push myself harder. My muscles strain against me, the muscles in my calves are burning when I finally push past Kiri in the last leg. I whoop as I pass her in the last second, barreling into the lab door that Lo'ak is holding open to us.

I stop when I reach the chamber between the outside and the lab, my lungs heaving as I struggle to slow my breathing. Lo’ak is laughing at me and Kiri says something to defend me, but I can’t really hear them with the blood rushing in my ear. Ba-dump ba-dump. My heart beats strongly in them, another reminder of how powerful I feel. The rhythmic pounding slows and when I calm down Kiri congratulates me on catching up to her. Max and Norm greet us with a hey from the monitors in the computer lab as we open the second door, depressurizing the small room. We wave back and make our way towards my room, all of us grabbing a Na'vi mask as we pass the rack.

“You did very well for your first race. Very strong.” She says smiling at me, her fangs poking out slightly over her bottom lip.

“Would have been more impressive if she had won.” Lo’ak teases, “It's easy to catch up to you, Shorty.”

“Yes, well it's her first day in her Avatar. Father has told us what his first day was like, he compared it to a baby yerik taking its first steps. Catching up to me was pretty impressive.” Kiri said, defending me again.

“Thank you, Kiri,” I started, “and I would have won if you hadn’t cheated. You ran off before you even finished your sentence.” I complained, tugging on one of his braids harshly to punish him. He lets out a yowl of protest and gives his own tug on the braid framing the right side of my face. Kiri breaks us up before a brawl can break out.

“So are you coming to dinner? Please, we’ll get dad to say yes, I promise. I want to be there when you taste the best food you’ve ever had.” Lo’ak almost begged while he fidgets with the puzzle on my desk.

“I guess, as long as Max and Norm both say yes.” I replied, but really I was hoping Max would say no. Mostly because, knowing Lo’ak, I was going to be embarrassed through the whole thing. I’m sure he would keep teasing me about Neteyam and my clothing, and I will definitely be interrogated by Neytiri about my outfit. I’m sure she would have a lot of questions for the weird kid that has been friends with her weird kids for a decade or more. I am definitely not ready for that on my first day piloting my avatar. Plus now that I look at it, the set that Kiri tried to give me is so small I’m scared that I will flash everyone on they way there.

“Please, Taw.” Kiri joins in the chorus of begging. “I’ll tell mom beforehand that I gave you one of her outfits, too.”

“I have to wear that thing? Seriously? It’s so small! I don’t think I would be comfortable with that yet.” I try to weasel my way out of wearing clothes that are honestly smaller than my underwear in my other body.

“Trust me it will look really good on you.” Lo’ak says practically leering at me.

“You know, I’m starting to think that you just want to watch me wear something ten times shorter than anything you've seen me in before.” I say rolling my eyes at his attempt at flirting(?).

“No, but that is definitely a plus,” Lo’ak starts to say before I give him a death glare, “C’mon Taw, it’s not a big deal I’m just kidding. Every girl in the clan wears clothes like that.”

“I’ll only wear it if you promise to not try to embarrass me tonight.” I reason with him, before taking my puzzle back from his hands.

“Hey, I can’t help it if you embarrass yourself. But, I won't try to embarrass you.” Lo’ak says holding out a pinky. I grasp it with mine for a pink swear. It was something that me and Lo’ak and Kiri had been doing since forever. I told Kiri and Lo’ak that pinky promises were a death contract on Earth; a sacred ritual. That if you break the promise the other party has to kill you. Of course a few months later they had found out that wasn't true when they saw Norm pinky promise me to help with dinner. They had asked him why it was worth a “sacred pinky promise” when he usually said he would help before getting absorbed in his work and falling through on the promise. Norm had laughed through his entire explanation, that no, if he failed I would not kill him. They were so mad that Kiri had refused to come over for the next visit to the lab. I had to apologize and braid her hair four times before she fully forgave me. To this day we still use pinky promises to signify a serious promise, despite not being able to kill each other if we fall through on our promises.

“I’m serious, I want your mom and brother to like me.” I admit, looking away to hide from the reaction I knew was coming.

“Awwwww. Taw, you love us so much you want to impress our family.” Lo’ak coos, pinching my cheek that I turned away from him. I slap his hand away lazily and accompany it with a glare.

“Lo’ak stop, this is obviously important to her.” Kiri said, reaching out to stop Lo'ak from grabbing my cheek again. “Don’t worry, I will be there to protect you from Lo’ak.” She says, and pats my face where Lo’ak pinched it to soothe the skin.

“Thank you, Kiri. Hey, maybe I was wrong. Maybe she is my best friend.” I say flipping off Lo’ak with my right hand while throwing my left arm around Kiri in a half-hug. Lo’ak only grouchy at us while Kiri laughs.

We talk for a few minutes, before they have to leave to help get ready for dinner. The plan was for me to change and come to their marui when the dinner horn is sounded, which is when most Na’vi go to get food. Usually, a member of each family stands in line to get food for the whole family. Most dishes are served in one dish and the Na’vi use their hands to eat from each dish, using a cloth to wipe their fingers between each type of food to avoid crossing flavors. Each cloth is customized to the owner to avoid confusion, often made as gifts for children. I have never been so glad that I asked Kiri to teach me to weave as I pull out one of my pieces that is small enough to use as a napkin. I made it to use as a bandana, but in this body it is more like a napkin size. It's really too fancy to use as a sra, especially because it's not a special occasion but, since they're considered personal items to the Na'vi there might not be any that have not already been used. This would definitely be a better option than using one of Lo'ak's extras. Ew.

After that I get ready, pulling on the small set. As I look in the mirror I can’t help but fuss with the feathers on the top to get them to cover as much of my chest as possible. The loincloth starts to ride up so much that I debate changing back into the ugly shorts and tank top again. I shake my head and decide to just let it hang where it sits, as every time I move so do the tops many feathers. I go into the lab to show the outfit to Max and Norm. Norm, of course, flatters and compliments me about a thousand times. Max simply smiles fondly and listens to Norms compliments, much like a father listening to a mother fawning over her child. He only interrupts to ask how I feel about the clothes. I would love to tell the truth and tell him that it's way too short for my comfort, but I just smile and say I love it. If I told him he would definitely tell me to change, which would no doubt cause me a fight with Kiri and Lo'ak. After they both stop admiring my outfit I ask them to go to dinner and surprisingly both agree, quickly. I raise my eyebrow at this but choose not to question it. After that I help with their dinner while waiting for the dinner horn to sound from outside, they promise to set aside a big portion for me to eat when I re-enter my body later, making me promise them I will eat it. We usually eat dinner earlier than the Na’vi, so just as I add the finishing touches to our dinner the horn blows and I make my way down to the Sully’s marui.

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chocoenvy · 2 years

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Imagine if the imposter!reader and everyone finally realizes and stuff. Everyone is apologizing profusely and reader is just,

"it's alright. I understand your actions but please open your ears so no one needs to feel what I felt thr past months."

As much as I wanna be petty, i enjoy when imposter au gives mercy, ofc after punishment

(I'm just a pacifist)

okay so im making this an ei x reader fic bc im hongery :)

I had a Dream I got Everything I Wanted

SAGAU!Ei x reader drabble

warnings: cult behaviors, angst, slight blood, murder, yandere

Your smile was what hurt the most. It was broken and watery and full of so much pain. A beautiful potted plant, the protective vase shattered into tiny pieces, cutting into the plant, the vase beyond repair.

But if someone - if she - could get close enough, she could pick you up and fix your vase. She wouldn't mind the cuts, in fact she'd relish them. Because they were the only form of punishment you'd allow her.

To see you broken like this, smiling at her as she held your shaking body.

Dear, you were so scared. You wanted to bolt, she could feel it in the way your legs twitched, your entire body screaming at you to get as far away from her.

You sniffled, blood running down your face, blurring your vision. Golden, sweet ichor running into your mouth. Your eyes shut and you leaned into her embrace. The only thing your body had the strength to do was shake violently in her arms, even as you fell asleep.

Tears fell down her face at a rapid pace, memories played on repeat, bile tickling the back of her throat.

Why did it always end like this?

The purple tints in the sky, stylized and framed with pink sakura, brought a smile to your lips. Right in front of your face, in arms length, was Teyvat. No screen to separate dream from reality, to remind you that you had to leave.

A relieved laugh escaped your lips, barely above a whisper and you buried your head deeper in the soft grass. In the corners of your vision, you could see the mighty Tenshukaku standing before the sun.

Home... your heart called out as you shut your eyes, letting the breeze and slight drizzle caress your smooth skin. A faint, peaceful smile permanent on your lips.

Even when the scenery warped and your skin turned rough and scarred. The breeze and drizzle disappeared and the sun was gone. There was nothing but your quiet, wheezing breath escaping past your lips painfully.

Your eyes cracked open, purple encased your vision but it wasn't the sky.

It was her.

Your eyes drifted over to her slumped form, hunched over and staring at her lap. You could see the occasional tear dripping onto her lap. Your breathing paused as a groan worked its way up your throat, small noises escaped you as you attempted to adjust your position to no avail.

Your breath got stuck in your throat when Ei's head whipped up, her electric purple eyes connecting directly with your soul, making your hair stand up.

"You're awake," Her face crumbled into that of relief, the tears falling more freely as she crumbled onto your bedside, her eyes on you the entire time, "I'm so glad..." She muttered, barely above a whisper.

You couldn't will yourself to say anything, so you merely stared at her with tired and dull eyes. It hurt her to see you like that, truly, but she dare not complain.

Silently, your scarred hand moved, sore from months of non-stop running and constant injuries, you gently laid it on her head. Her soft hair welcoming your hands to brush through it.

She leaned into your touch, her lovely purple eyes that you adored staring into broke at the sight of your silent tears.

"Why?" You mouthed, but all that escaped your lips was a breath of air.

She gently held your other hand in hers, carefully squeezing it, "Because I refuse to let you go again. Not like the rest." She whispered but in your ears it was as though she screamed every syllable.

More tears fell down your face but your mechanical heart never failed to beat steadily.

#choco.asks #sagau #genshin sagau #genshin self aware #genshin cult au #ei #ei x reader #diy puppet au (gone wrong) (3 am) (not clickbait)#im not looking this over i wrote this in like an hour #if you see any mistakes no you don't <3

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romanarose · 2 years

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Podría Enamorarme

Jake Lockley X Reader

Part 2 to Ese Error Es Cosa De Ayer

Masterlist

This is a smut chapter!!!

You can read this separate if you'd really like, but it's gonna make more sense with context. Either way, if you don't want the context, it'll make sense until the last scene.

Warnings!!: SMUT, choking, p in v sex, fingering, lil rough nothing crazy.

A/N: Thank you for everyone's kind words about the event in the first chapter, which if you didn't read, basically a guy fucked me over really bad. and that's where this fic came from. No Jake Lockley came to save me, but my friend picked me up, took me to his house where he was SUPOSSED TO be waiting bc I talked to the groom, but it still took forever for him to answer. He didn't apologize and all he said was "be safe, make good choices" and i snatched the keys away, said "yup" and walked away. He's out of my life. My lovely friend offered to buy me wine and taco bell, but i just wanted bed. she took me to her place and tucked me in. I don't have a Jake, but I have great friends.

Anyway, here we go. Title is from another Selena song.

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Jake walked you inside and you waited while he parked the limo. When he came back inside, you met him with a cheeky smile and extended your hand to him which he promptly took. While you led him up the room, he imagined all the things he wanted to do to you, all the ways he was going to make you feel good and forget about the boy.

As you tried to figure out the stupid card swipe on the door, Jake came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you as he pressed kisses into your hair and neck. “Jake, I’ve never going to get this stupid thing to work if you keep distracting me…” But you strained your neck to allow him more access. Jake took your key card and swiped it easy, making the light go green, even as his hand moved to grab your breast. You moan, throwing your head back onto his shoulder, taking in his smell.

He trailed the knuckle of his free hand down your body, you arch into his touch. The light on the door turned red again. “Mierida.” He mumbled into your hair.

You chuckle, “Not so easy when you’re distracted, is it, hot shot?”

Jake glared at the lock like it stepped on his toe. This time he swiped it and once the light was green he opened it, he gently pushed you into the room and gave your ass a smack as you walked by.

Once the door closed, you were on him. You remember that you were still wearing his sports coat and take it off, pulling away from him to look for a place to hang the nice coat up. “Leave it” he mutters, taking it out of your hand and throwing it on the floor. He takes your face in his hand, kissing you deeply. Jake inhales when you bite his lip, squeezing the hand on your hip harder. “Fuck baby, fuck” his fingers moved up your back, playing with the strings holding your dress up. “May I?” He asked for permission to undress you.

You smile, he was so respectful, but still made you feel like he was desperate to touch you. You take a few steps back and reach behind your head to undo the knot. You take a look at Jake, a little smile on his beautiful lips as he anticipated you. Taking a deep breath, you let the dress drop. You look at Jake’s face hoping he liked what he saw. After tonight, your self confidence was pretty shot.

Jake felt like he was watching aurora beams, a supernova. You were perfect, every curve just screaming to be touched, the black underwear and bra covering far too much for his taste. He hoped to god you wanted to go all the way, that you wanted his mouth on you, that you wanted to feel him moving inside you… When he looked at your face, you looked nervous. He realized he hadn’t said anything.

“Do you-” you start, but before you can even finish, Jake’s lips are back on you, devouring you. He starts to walk you back to the bed, but it’s too far and he simply scoops you up, never breaking the kiss for a second and carefully laid you down at the bed. Jake opens your legs by the knees and climbs on top of you, slotting him hips over your clothes sex. When he begins grinding into you, a shock of electricity shot through you as made your body writhe under him. You moan, LOUD. He breaks the kiss, you were briefly embarrassed by the dramatic reaction, but when you see his shit-eating grin you can’t find it in yourself to be ashamed. Years of catholic school be damn.

Jake continues rutting against you, his hard cock rubbing against your clit as he felt up your body. Perfect, god she’s fucking perfect. No part of your body was still: you rolled your hips to meet him, your hands unbuttoning his shirt, your head fighting for dominance in the kiss. Hell, even your legs moved against him, needing to feel every inch of him, thick, firm thighs and calves included. Fuck he was gorgous. Why was he with you? You couldn’t really fathom it. He was significantly better looking than Davy was. You wondered if Jake was just horny, or if this was a pity fuck, but my god the way he treated you, the way he looked at you… it was more than just lust.

“Please Jake…” you whined “Please I need more…”

Jake loved, fucking loved seeing you beg for him. “As you wish.” He sat up, taking off his shirt. You bit your lip, scanning his body. As he unbuttoned his pants, he looked at you with a sly grin “Like what you see, estrella?”

You nod, mouth open just a bit and eyes wide. “Can I touch you?” You ask, and he glances down, your eyes wide and innocent, your beautiful face looking awestruck.

Your knees are bent at Jake's sides, he rubs your thighs as he’s knelt before you. “You can touch me anywhere you want…” You sit up on your legs, running your hands around his body: chest, back, sides, face, arms. Jake stays still, closing his eyes and allowing himself to simply exist in the moment. Jake knew he was good looking, that much was obvious. He never had much trouble finding someone to sleep with him. For a night, he could find a pretty girl, fucking, make her come a few times and be on his way. One night stands, everyone had a good time. But something was different. The way you touched him.. It was sensual, that's for sure, but it was also intimate, exploratory, tender. There wasn't much tenderness in his life. He could get used to this. His breath hitched when you reached over his boxers, caressing his dick. You slipped your hand in his underwear and pulled his hard cock out, spitting on your hand before stroking him. Fuck, he was thick.

You look up to find him staring at you, mouth agape in pleasure. You meet his eyes, watching his face falter when you work your thumb over the tip. His pupils were blown out, he looked at you like you were the only thing in the room, the only woman in the world. The world belonged to the two of you tonight. Nothing else mattered.

“Carino…” He groaned out, voice strained as he stared into your eyes. “I’m not going to last if you keep working me like that”

You plant a quick kiss on his cheek before responding “Then just fuck me, Tesoro” (tresure)

“Fuck!” He shoved you back on the bed, kicking his pants off and climbing up on you. Jake slips a hand between your back and the bed, you ache up to allow him to undo the clasp of your strapless bra. He throws it away to some unknown corner of the room and his mouth goes to your breasts, sucking one as he gropes the other, muttering swears under his breath.

“Jake, I need you inside me, please?” You buck your hip up at him, your cunt still covered in the black underwear. “Jake please, Jake I need you.”

Seeing you so deparate for him made Jake go fucking ferral, he grips your pathetic underweat with two fast tears, puncturing you with two fingers. You moan, he runs his finger over your clit. God, you are just stunning like this. “So needy, so wet for me…”

You nod your head. “Si, yo neccecito, por favor, te necesito” (Yes, I need you, please, I need you)

He adds a third finger, barely choking out the words “I gotta get you ready for me, bonita nina” (Pretty little girl)

“Estoy listo, please” (I’m ready)

“Si tú lo dices, Munecita” (if you say so, Little doll)

Jake put on the condom and lined himself up at the entrance and slowly pushed inside. Too slow for you. You buck up your hips in an attempt to take him all, but he catches you, pinning your hips to the bed “impaciente eres tú?” (Impatient, are you?)

You nod frantically, hearing him groan as he bottoms out inside you, closing his eyes in pleasure. “Feels so good, baby”

Jake begins moving, picking up his pace quickly when he realizes how wet you are, so ready to take all of him. He hears you whimper, and opens his eyes to check on you. “You’re doing so good for me, taking me so well” He kisses your forehead as you grip his strong arms.

“Harder, please” You run your hands down his back, reaching his ass, and you give it a good squeeze before smacking it. This spurred him on, picking up his past to a near blinding pleasure. You threw your head back, on the pillow, gripped his asscheeks hard enough you think you’ll leave bruises but the noises coming out of his mouth tells you he likes it. His hands are back on your tits, roughly grabbing at them and playing with the nipple.

“Fuck, mami, you’re so fucking sexy, you look so good under me.” He returned to kissing you, but you wanted to mark him. You moved down his neck, tasting the sweat on his skin and sucking hard against the soft skin. The low, guttural sound coming from his throat sparked a fire in you, and you bite down on him, making him slam into you harder. Fuck, that was the spot. You cry out, unable to control yourself.

“Right there, baby?” His hand went to grip your hair, yanking you hard to face him “mírame, chica bonita” You obey, looking up at him wide eyed. “Tell me what you need, Muneca.” (Look at me, pretty girl)

You hesitated, but you trusted him. “Choke me, daddy” It just slipped out.

He mumbled fuck under his breath, but he smiled. “You want me to choke you?” He double checked, hoping he heard you right.

You looked nervous, but asserted that yes, that was absolutely what you wanted. Jake was happy to oblige, Jake wrapped his large hand around your neck, squeezing gently around you, just right. “You like that, baby girl?”

“Yes sir.” You grinned, your body moving under him. “te sientes tan bien dentro de mí“ (You feel so good inside me)

“Fuck, you are just perfect, you know that? You are just… god you are everything…”

He hiked one leg up around him so that he could feel your thighs and squeeze your ass. God, there was so much he wanted to do to you still, but if you kept speaking Spanish to me, he wasn’t going to last long.

“Jake, Estoy tan cerca” (I’m so close)

Jake touched your clit, circling over the sensitive nerves. Finally, he kissed you. “Come for me, mi cielo”

Holding his face, you did as you were told, letting the orgasm wrack through your body, crying out loud enough you worried about the other people in the hotel and immediately quieted yourself, muffling yourself in the crook of Jake’s neck and he pumped you through your orgasm. You drew his own out of him, he finished fucking you into the mattress as you road out your mutual orgasm.

Jake felt your nails digging into his face as he listened to every delicious noise he pulled from you. God, he needed this again. He needed you again, something about you made him want to take you for walks in the park and also choke you while he’s inside you. You were so kind, fun, and beautiful, what a combination… what a woman…

Jake laid on top of you, encapsulating your body in his, playing with your curls and feeling your skin under him.

When you spoke, it was so quiet that he almost wasn’t sure if he heard you. “I could fall in love with you…”

He sat up to look at you. “What did you say?”

“Oh god.” You covered your face. “Oh god, I was just thinking aloud, I was thinking of Selena songs that fit this and it just came to my mind ohmygod” You pull the blanket over your face, humiliated.

You heard Jake chuckle and you feel even worse. “Please don’t laugh at me” You squeak out.

He tried to pull the blanket down, but your grip was tight. Problem solving, he crawls under the blanket and meets you under it. “Hey” he guided your face towards him. “I wasn’t laughing at you, I thought I was laughing with you.” Jake kissed you softly, reassuring you. “I could fall in love with you too, bebita” He touches his forehead to yours, the blanket protecting you from the outside world.

“Does this mean I can see you again.” You look in his eyes, hoping for a yes.

Jake was borderline bewildered. How could he ever say no to you? “If you’ll let me.”

“Of course. Stay here with me tonight?” You took his hand in yours.

“Of course.” He pulled you onto his chest, still holding your hand. With the blanket covering you both, you fell asleep together, the incident that led to this far from your mind.

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5:15 AM. Perfect.

Jake had over gotten a few hours of restless sleep. He was happy in your arms, but he was not happy with how things with left with the cabrone who fucked with you.

5 AM means Gina would be up. Jakes slips out of the bed, pulls up his boxers and grabs his phone as he goes into the bathroom, figuring stepping out the door too many times would wake you. “Hey Gina, I need a favor.”

Half an hour later, he was dropped off at the address he had earlier been to with you. “Thanks Gina”

“Sure honey.” She called out from the driver's seat. “If he doesn’t answer, call the dinner. I’ll find someone to come get you.”

“I appreciate it.”

“Girl must be something.”

Jake hadn’t even mentioned you to her. He just said he needed a ride and Gina came.

He smiled. “She really is.”

“Can’t wait to hear about it.”

Gina drove off, it was almost 6. Jake saw a light on somewhere in the house, he hoped that meant someone was up.

He started knocking on the door, trying not to be too loud. He didn’t care about the guy, but he wasn’t trying to get shot without the suit. He wasn’t sure if Khonshu would heal him if he was just being stupid. To his relief, he heard someone coming to answer.

When he answered the door, he looked tired, hung over and confused. “Who the fuck are you?”

Jake was not impressed. “I need the keys.” he said flatly.

The boy was confused. “What keys?”

Rolling his eyes, Jake tried to keep his shit together.

“To the car? That’s parked in your driveway that isn’t yours? That your girl drove and you were supposed to take the owner back.”

The boy stared at Jake. “Aaaaand who are you?”

“The friend of hers that drove her over here just for you to not answer the door.” Jake glared.

“Yeah I passed out as soon as I got home. I was wondering what the banging was.” He looked out of it.

“You didn’t think it had something to do with the girl you left stranded at midnight in a city she doesn’t know?” Jake was raising his voice, irritated.

The boy grabbed the keys from the counter and handed them to Jake, who noticed him staring at the hickies you left on his neck. The boy raised his eyebrows at Jake, knowing who gave them to him.

“Yeah. You missed out.” He ripped the keys away and got in the car, taking it back to your hotel. When he got back inside, you were still fast asleep. He crumpled up the note he left for you.

‘I didn’t leave, I had to step out. Don’t go anywhere’

When he climbed back into bed, you stirred. “Jake? Please don’t leave.” You muttered, eyes closed.

“I’m not leaving, Carino” He moved the hair from your face and kissed your cheek. “volver a dormir” (go back to sleep)

“Hm? I’m too tired to translate, Jakey”

He smiled. Never, ever would he let someone call him Jakey. But for you, he’ll allow it. “Go back to sleep, amor. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Check out is at 9.” you were almost asleep.

“You still have a few hours, I’ll wake you.”

“Mmm” was all you managed before falling back asleep.

He didn’t sleep, he was too wound up. Jake watched you sleep, so peaceful, so beautiful. He couldn’t wait for Gina to meet you.

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acourtofthought · 8 months

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I was on Pinterest and there was this drawing of that Gwynriel scene in acosf where Nesta called Az, Gwyn's new ribbon and someone in the comment said that this is exactly why they don't ship them bc this is an obsessive behavior from Gwyn and when she achieves her goal she would throw Az away and lose interest... (idk since when everyone became a therapist and behavior analyst lol)

How they get to this conclusion? No one knows but since I trust 99% of you opinion on acotar I want to know your opinion on this, did you feel that way too?

I most certainly didn't :)

First, thank you for trusting my opinion! I hope I never lead you astray 😁 As far as the Pinterest, I think it's absolutely ridiculous. First, all you have to do is look at Gwyn's character to realize she's not a flighty individual. She was the first to cut the ribbon but does that mean she quit training and decided not to pursue being a Valkyrie? (the answer is no). SF left off with the girls still continuing their training after the Rite as Cassian and Az compiled a list of all the things they did wrong during it and needed to work on. There are no examples of Gwyn doing something then dropping it to move on to the next. Even though she started training, she still participated in services with the other priestesses. She taught her friends to make bracelets which is something she's done since childhood. She became a loyal friend to Nesta and Emerie and remained a loyal friend throughout the book. So there is absolutely nothing that should lead them to the conclusion that Gwyn would grow bored of Az once she "conquered him". Second, it's shocking to me that they would consider THAT obsessive behavior after reading SF and the Az pov bonus chapter. If obsessive behavior is a concern for them then why is Az speaking out against Elain's wishes fine for them? Why is Az feeling like he should have been mates with Elain because of his brothers getting her sisters not a major problem? Why is Az flippant over the thought of killing Lucien not a huge red flag?

If someone honestly puts stock in that Pinterest then it's very clear that they don't understand what obsessive behavior actually is.

#gwynriel #anti e/riel

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yun-fangz · 2 years

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HOW ATEEZ WOULD REACT: HYUNG LINE roommate!ateez walking in in you sleeping with no top on

Summary: how roommate!ateez would react to walking in on you asleep with no top

pairing(s): (HYUNG LINE) roommate!ateez x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive content (not rlly? idk), some sexual undertones, depictions of nudity, reader has boobs, perv!roommate?? idk tbh you decide

requested?: no

A/N: back with something quick bc it is too hot and this is also me projecting, i hope everyone had a good summer as we start heading into fall soon <3 i promise ill release a fic or two, i still owe a san and mingi bday fic ❤️‍🩹

KIM HON GJOONG:

in his defense, we was looking for you to ask if you wanted any food he was gonna order.

so when he waltzed in your room he had no idea you'd be asleep... shirtless at that

it caught him off guard he won't lie, but he wasn't over the top with it, simply freezing when he noticed your bare chest

he couldnt help but stare a little though, he had to admit you were really attractive. the way your chest was moving with your soft breaths did nothing to help his now growing hard-on

it wasn't the first time he's seen someone's tits before, but it was the first time he had seen YOURS.. his roommate who he may or may not have some sexual desires for

he felt like he was dreaming, almost as if the mere sight of your chest put him in a sex crazed haze

you stirring slightly is what snapped him out of his daze though, quickly closing your door as quietly as he can before sauntering off to deal with his "problem"

PARK SEONGHWA:

After a stressful and way too hot day at work, all he wanted to do was watch some movies and eat ice cream with his lovely roommate

so he did what he normally did, put his stuff away and change into comfier clothes before making a beeline towards your room

he half expected you to be asleep, seeing how quiet your shared apartment was, what he wasn't expecting was to open your door and see a whole lot of boob.

Unlike hongjoong, he immediately looked away, wether it be out of respect for you or to prevent his dick from jumping up like that again

it was no use though, the sight of your frame deeply branded into his skull like hot iron to wood

he left you be as he decided not only did he need ice cream to cool down, but a cold shower too

JEONG YUNHO:

walking up to your room, yunho knocked on the door to ask you a simple question, but upon getting no response he simply just assumed you were in a deep sleep so he wanted to check on you

nothing could go wrong right? WRONG.

not only were you asleep but you were practically naked under your light sheets, chest out as you took deep breaths on your side

he practically felt all the blood drain from his face and go straight to his dick, he couldn't help it though i mean look at you

he was having an internal battle as to whether or not just leave or stand there and stare for a bit more

he chose the latter, deciding he was already far too deep so just fuck it, enjoy it while he can

he was smart enough to close the door some so you wouldn't wake up but he stared for a while, palming himself through his shorts until it became a bigger problem

he silently closed your door as he finally took himself back to his room to properly finish himself off to the thought of you and your pretty little tits <3

KANG YEOSANG:

when he opened your door and saw your bare back, he honestly assumed it was a guys and was immediately about to flip out

that was until he noticed how much smaller the back was compared to a man's and how much hair was attached to the head,,,

putting two and two together, his eyes widened as he realized you were very much asleep but also very much nude

it wasn't like he saw your tits or something, but in his opinion he might as well have. i mean, there wasn't much left for the imagination at this point he could practically see your side-boob too

he cursed at himself to leave but he was just so mesmerized by your bare back and how small and smooth it was compared to his frame,, it honestly was hot

soon images and scenarios of him pressed up to your back flooded his mind and he decided then and there that he needs to leave before he slips up and you wake up

so he made a stealthy exit, not failing to almost wake you up several times before he goes back to his own room, having to embarrassingly get himself off because of your bare back.

ok this was... eh but it's 2am pls let me be 😭 i'll make a maknae line version tomorrow! i just didn't want this to be too long im sorry 😭

#cjh.works 🍵#ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez ff #ateez fics #ateez imagines #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #yeosang smut #hongjoong x reader #yeosang x reader #yunho smut #yunho x reader #seonghwa x reader

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angelkissiies · 2 years

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Anything you need

eddie munson x reader

TW/CW | talk of abuse (non-descript), mental health, medication (prescription), bullying, fluff, anxiety, big brother steve, concerned crush eddie.

word count : 2786

authors note : this has taken me forever bc im lazy, enjoy!

Laughter filled the house as you tried to back out of the circle of people crowding you, peoples hands grasped your waist and your arms trying to keep you in their sights. Someone had decided tonight would be the perfect night to humiliate you by using the xerox machine to print out copies of your journal entries. Your whole life was scattered around the room, greedy hands snatching up the closest papers to them.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, hands shaking as you tried to find an exit. There was little to no way to escape this purgatory, that was- until you saw Steve. He was like a beacon in this whole situation. Tears threatened your eyes as you pushed away from those trying to keep you still, breaking their grips and sprinting towards him to get a way out.

“Steve, please. Distract them, I need to get out of here.” You begged, rubbing your sore wrist. “I'll even pay-”

The man looked around and before you could even finish, he grabbed a nearby vase and threw it as hard as he could into the wall furthest from the two of you. “Go, hurry. I'll call you later.” He pushed you towards the door, watching as everyone's attention was on the shattered vase. The glass littered the floor in thousands of dangerous pieces, earning groans from anyone and everyone.

Nobody was looking, so you bolted. You ran out of the house and into the street before anyone could try to stop you. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, heartbeat echoing in your ears as you ran as far as you could away from the party. The world passed in blurs of yellow and black, you had no idea where you were going. The street lights were your only guide in the darkness, shining confidently in the shroud of trees they'd been placed in. Nothing mattered now, you’d go wherever they led you.

It had been about ten minutes and you no longer felt like someone was going to catch up to you. You slowed to a stop, body trembling as the rain-soaked through your clothes and the chill set in. It was August, so the weather was pretty relentless on your thin outfit.

“Fuck!” You shouted, falling into the middle of the road. The rain drowned out all sound as sobs left your mouth, how could this happen? In what world did you deserve this? If there was a God at all, you didn't fucking like him. That's for sure. You wrapped your arms around your legs, resting your forehead on your knees- you needed to breathe. You needed to get out of the rain, you could deal with the rest later.

A honk pulled you from your pity party, scaring you enough to jump up into the light of the headlights of whoever had stopped.

The lights glared in your eyes, making everything else impossible to see. “Who's there?” You shouted over the rain as it began to fall harder. God, it better not be someone from the party. Surely they wouldn’t have hunted you down to torture you some more. Right?

“What the fuck? (y/n)?” A familiar voice shouted as you heard a car door open, the lights switching off. The door slammed as fast as it was opened and you could see a figure moving closer to you.

You blinked the lights from your eyes, squinting to see who it was. As you realized, a visible relief washed onto your features. Eddie Munson. Thank God. “Eddie?” You breathed out, stepping closer to meet him.

His expression was unreadable, his mouth gaped at the sight of you up close. Your makeup was smudged down your face, cheeks, and nose a rosy color from the cold, and you were soaked down to the bone from the rain. “What happened?” He asked, placing his hands on your shoulders to inspect you for any injuries. “Did someone hurt you?”

The words failed you as you tried to speak, instead, it came out as a choked sob. It was humiliating, this whole ordeal. The party, the journal, everything. Fresh hot tears ran down your cheeks as you moved your hands to your face to hide from his piercing gaze.

“Oh, doll.” He gasped lightly, watching as you crumbled beneath his touch. “It’s okay, I promise. You’re okay now,” He pulled your shivering figure into his arms, embracing you with the utmost care. He didn’t know what happened, but he was going to fix this. He stroked your hair gently, thinking about how bizarre this all was. Eddie had never even seen you shed a tear, yet here you were. It would take something massive to do this kind of damage.

He pulled away gently, keeping a firm hold on you as he guided you to the passenger seat of his van. “Here, let's get out of the rain and get you some new clothes. You must be freezing.” He hummed, opening the door and helping you into the van before shutting the door behind you. He was infuriated, whoever caused this was done for.

Eddie hopped into the van on the driver's side and flicked the headlights on before hitting the gas, his house wasn’t too far from here. It would be a two-minute drive max. He stole a few glances over at you, you were pretty dead to the world at this point.

“I'm sorry.” You mumbled, looking over at Eddie.

His face turned into a frown, “For what?” He questioned, keeping his eyes on the road as he sped up. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

You were silent for a moment, taking in his words. “Interrupting your drive? I'm not sure. I'm just sorry.” You raised a hand to move the wet strands of hair from your face, watching as the sleeve of your cardigan dripped water all over his seats. “God, and your van. I'm getting water everywhere.”

Eddie snorted, shaking his head as he pulled into the trailer park. “Don't worry about it, much worse has spilled on these seats. She’s durable.” He smiled softly as he smacked the dash playfully. “A little water won't phase her.”

You laughed quietly at his antics, that was always your favorite thing about Eddie. He never failed to make a situation easier to deal with. Whether it was supernatural or superficial. You couldn’t find the words to say, so you opted to not say anything at all.

The engine cut off as he parked in the driveway of a dark trailer, it didn't seem like there was anyone home- meaning his uncle must have been out for the night. His home was quaint, you liked the empty silence that hung in the air. It was a nice change from the suburbs of Hawkins.

He led you inside, fumbling with the house key for a good minute before he could unlock the door for you to go in, he followed you in, glancing around outside before closing the door behind the two of you. “It's not much but it's home,” he joked, tossing his keys down on the coffee table. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll get you a change of clothes.”

You looked around, watching as he disappeared down the hallway. You didn’t want to get the furniture wet so you just stood on the linoleum floor, with water collecting around your feet in a puddle. As if this couldn't get any worse, you were now turning eddies home into an indoor pool. The chill was becoming overwhelming and so throwing caution to the wind- you began to strip off your outer layers.

The soaking wet cardigan fell to the floor with a moist ‘plop’. It was followed by the white turtle neck that had become completely transparent in all of the chaos. You now stood in Eddie Munson's living room in a pair of jeans and a wife-beater, if only your mother knew- she’d have a heart attack. You tried to move the two into a stack but it only caused more water to expel from the cloth, so you gave that up quickly.

Meanwhile, Eddie was scavenging through his room to find anything he thought you’d be comfortable in. He had so far collected a t-shirt and a sweater but his issue was with pants, anything he gave you was going to be too big- that was just a fact. He eventually pulled out a pair of sweatpants that were the closest thing to clean he could find, it would just have to work. Internally, he scolded himself for not doing his laundry.

He made his way back into the living room, hands full of dry clothes for you to change into. The man looked much more disheveled than when he had entered, a telltale sign of his struggle. “Here, these should warm you up.” He stated, holding the clothes out for you to take. “They might be big, I'm sorry about that.”

You smiled, taking the clothes from his hands. “Big or not, I really appreciate you doing this for me. Where can I change?” You asked, looking down to find he had sacrificed one of his Van Halen t-shirts for your comfort. The sentiment made your stomach twist, it felt weird after tonight. After all, you had trusted everyone at the party before the incident and you see how that turned out. Then again, Eddie was different- right?

The man nodded quickly, completely forgetting that you actually needed a place to change. “Yeah, the bathroom is just right here.” He pointed towards a door at the edge of the hall, “There should also be a towel in there to help you dry off.”

You made the move across the living room, your wet jeans dragging across the floor as you slid by him to get through into the bathroom. Flicking the light on, you stepped inside before closing the door. In the mirror was your worst nightmare, you looked like you had been chewed up and spit out like flavorless gum. Your hair was completely flat, mascara had somehow traveled down your neck, and sadly there was a cruel irony to this. You’d spent almost two hours that evening getting ready for the party, you’d painstakingly perfected your hair and your makeup only to end the night like this. Funny, but cruel.

Eddie turned up the radiator, moving to sit on the couch and wait for you. Tonight couldn’t get weirder. Finding a friend in the middle of the road in the pouring down rain was definitely the most unusual thing to happen to him lately. One thing he couldn’t seem to shake, is why? How did this happen? You weren’t one to just walk home in the rain, nor were you one to cry, as he thought about it- the more bizarre it seemed. Nothing made sense. He fumbled with his rings as he weighed the possibilities, there weren’t too many people Eddie knew that you hung out with on a regular basis other than Steve Harrington and it was impossible that Steve could’ve done something like this to you. He knew how much Steve loved you, not in a weird way either- Steve made that very clear to Eddie. He was like a brother to you, and to him, you were his annoying little sibling that he couldn’t get enough of. He must’ve zoned out because the next thing he knew you were standing in front of him in his clothes.

“Hey,” You smiled, sitting down on the couch next to him. It was comfortable, much more comfortable than the one back at your place. It was never used, that was because your family was never home at the same time to use it. It had remained perfect for the past three years, glowing an unholy white considering its age. Eddie’s couch felt worn in, used. Like people sat here and laughed, had fun, even talked to each other without a fight. Your thoughts of the couch took you back to your journal, the deep dive into your psyche that had been thrown like confetti around the house not even an hour earlier. The pages contained an entire year's worth of self-depreciation, medication schedules, therapy visits, and the documentation of what goes on behind the closed doors of your home. The idea that everyone knew now was haunting. “I appreciate you lending me these clothes, they're much warmer. Thank you.”

Eddie gave you a soft smile as he nodded, “It’s no problem, really.” He assured, biting the inside of his cheek as he tiptoed around how to approach the elephant in the room. He was worried about you but a little more afraid of upsetting you further. “(y/n)-.”

You shook your head, “I already know what you’re gonna ask. I mean, it’s well in your right to see our circumstances.” Your eyes averted down to the seams of the sweatpants, you picked lightly at the loose threads as the events of this evening flashed through your head. “Well, I really don’t know how this happened, to be honest. I was at that stupid party, It was fun at first. I had a couple of drinks and I danced to some band I can’t recall. Then, everything went wrong. Papers started flying, I laughed at first- thinking it was some copy paper or maybe old school papers. It wasn’t. They were copies of my journal entries. Some guys tried to hold me, keep me in this huge circle of humiliation, but then I saw Steve. He got me out of this. He threw something and made a scene- I just started running.” You had zoned out, fully reliving the events you described. “God, I ran so fast. I didn’t stop until I was sure I was far enough away.”

The man furrowed his brows, moving a hand to rest atop yours that had begun to tremble. He turned his body to you, though you made no move to do the same. “(Y/n), I’m so sorry.” He sighed, the pad of his thumb caressing the top of your hand gently. His blood boiled at the thought but he did what he could to remain calm for your sake, he knew about what went on at home and about the abuse you’d endured. How anyone could’ve done this to you baffled him. “What did they see?”

You turned to look at him, stomach twisting into knots. “Everything. Therapy sessions, the documentation of home life, and my medication schedules..” You trailed off towards the end, watching for Eddie’s reaction as you’d never told him that you take medication, it was one of your ultimate secrets. Nobody but your mother and your therapist knew. It made you feel crazy.

Eddie nodded, giving you a slight smile. He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. He didn’t want you to feel alone, because you weren’t. He was there, and he loved you. More than you knew. More than you’d probably ever know. “I’ve got you now, we can handle this. I will make sure this goes away, okay? I swear to you.”

“Thank you, Eddie. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You whispered, holding onto him for dear life. You never wanted to leave his arms, it was as if he was the only safe place left in the world. He felt like home, like comfort. You couldn’t help the tears that began out from your eyes, soaking into Eddie’s vest.

“Crash and burn.” He chuckled, resting his head atop yours.

BONUS SCENE

“Yeah, they’re here,” Eddie confirmed, speaking into the phone in a hushed voice. He didn’t want to disturb you, as you’d fallen asleep in his lap. He would’ve taken the call somewhere far away, so as to not wake you up but that was not an option.

Steve was on the other end, knuckles split open and swelling an angry red. “Good, I thought they might go there. I’ve taken care of the two that put their hands on them. I’m not sure they’ll be able to use them anymore.” He couldn’t say he regretted a thing.

“Come over, we can figure out what to do about the rest. The door’s unlocked, but be quiet because they’ve fallen asleep. I don’t want to wake them.” The trailer was quiet, the rain being the only noise as it fell onto the tin roof. Eddie looked down at your resting face, cheeks swollen from all the crying you’d done. It enraged him to think of how hurt you’d been.

The man on the other end nodded, despite being unable to be seen. “I’ll be there before you know it.”

#eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson x reader #gender neutral terms #x reader #steve the babysitter #Steve harrington big brother #big bro steve #st4 vol2

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