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prettiestgrlinthemorguexo · 3 months

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Swipe (Lucifer Morningstar x reader) part 2

Description: after talking to a man name Luca for a few weeks, during your first date your greeted my a unsuspected man…

RAHHHH

Am I starting this legit like 2 hours after posting the first chapter yes

I genuinely love this story and I can’t wait for this part

Next chapter is a smut ;)

Warnings: lying, apologizing for said lying, first date, angst (like 0.0001%), make out sesh

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Lucifer’s POV

I was hesitant, why was I so nervous? I stood outside restaurant, looking at the door. This was a mistake…I was getting ready to leave when I felt a Buzz in my pocket. I pull my phone out to see a message from you.

Y/N - Hey! I just sat down! We have a really nice table, are you almost here? :)

I staired at the message Y/N sent, I didn’t realize I wasn’t breathing until I finally let out a breath, a raspy sigh left his lips “you have to do this..” i said quietly before walking inside the establishment. The moment i walked him all eyes were on me, considering I’m not out in public much so it is expected. I made my way over to hostess stand to see the host staring at me, she looked terrified.

“Hi I have a reservation, my party member should are ready be here.” She staired at me for a few seconds longer before being dragged back to reality, “of course! Come with me!” She said as the rounded the corner to the bustling dining room, almost immediately eyes are on me, now more then ever was I happy I reserved a more private area, she let me to the archway leading to a separate and smaller dinning room, “right through this door sir please enjoy!” She said as quickly as she left. I let out a breath before walking through the archway, and there they were…

It felt as if time had stop, this was really happening. All of a sudden a wave of nerves washed over me, but through the nerves I spoke. “sorry I’m late..” I said, my voice full of nerves. When I spoke their eyes left their phone, when they saw me their E/C eyes sudden slightly, their posture changing from casual to nervous.

No ones POV

Y/N looked up to see the face of the king of hell it’s self. They had a wave of nerves wash over them, the air felt thick. “Hi um,” Y/N started to say, clearly nervous. “Sorry I think they sat me at the wrong table I’m sorry your-“

“No your not” Lucifer said as he sat down at the table. Y/N still looked confused, why was Lucifer sitting across the table from them? Before they could get a word out to question him, Lucifer spoke, “I’m sure you have a lot of questions, just let me explain...” he started, clearly nervous.

“I…” Lucifer stopped for a moment, hesitating, “I know this isn’t easy to explain but I need to come clean and apologize. A few weeks ago I started to reconnect with my daughter Charlie, and she wanted to help me meet someone…so she signed me up for Viva…and..” he said moving his eyes up to meet theirs, trying to read a reaction as the continued. “I lied about who I am..being the king of hell on a sight like that, who in the hell knows what would happen, so…I used a fake name.”

Lucifer was watching Y/N’s eyes, seeing a lot of shock, he understood where they were coming from. Lucifer looked at their eyes, Y/N stated quite for a few more seconds before speaking up. “So…the whole time I was talking to you?” They asked quietly. Lucifer swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.

Everything clicked in Y/N’s head, it was so obvious. L.M, having a daughter named Charlie, his divorce being at the same time. As Lucifer’s and Liliths. Y/N stay quiet, the room had a uncomfortable silence before Lucifer broke it, “I know it’s wrong now and I shouldn’t have done that, and I understand if you don’t wanna talk to me again but you have a right to know.” Lucifer said quietly, clearly preparing for the worst. Y/N face went from surprised at the facts to a warm smile “I’m not mad, I’m happy you told me early on..” they said, reaching over the table taking his hand in theirs

Lucifer’s eyes widen and lit up see their hands touch his, the nerves washed away, he couldn’t help but smile. “But, everything else you said was true right?” Y/N asked with a small laugh. “It was the only thing I promise!” Lucifer almost blurred out in reassurance. Y/N laughed as his reaction, they loved how dorky he was.

The rest of the date went off without a hitch, he was such a gentleman. They talked about everything, their interest, their family and passions. Along with the amazing food, Y/N could happily say this was the best date they’ve been on, love or dead. Lucifer couldn’t help but be infatuated with every word that left their mouth, they were perfect…the apple of his eye.

Soon it turned late into the night, the red sky turning a dark crimson, soon they were both outside on the now dead street. “I had a great time tonight.” Y/N said to him turning to face him, Lucifer felt his heart skip a beat. “Anything for you dove” Y/N face got flushed at his little name. Lucifer stepped closer, their bodies inches apart. “So, you’re not mad right?” Lucifer ask them softly.

Y/N knew he needed that reassurance, Y/N took his hand his in theirs intertwining their fingers. Their face had a soft expression fully of love. “I’m not…I could never be mad at you..” Y/N said their eyes moving their eyes from their hands to his eyes, seeing the gloss in them…his eyes could illuminate a room. They staired at each other for a few seconds before he moved in closer. Lucifer’s eyes were begging for permission.

Y/N smiled before closing the distance, their lips finally connecting, It was a sweet passionate kiss. He was quick to wrap his arms around their waist, pulling them closer. Y/N’s hands made their way to both sides of his face, feeling his soft skin and perfect hair, It was all perfect.

After what felt like an eternity, their lips a few inches apart. They could feel each others breaths, Y/N pulled him in closer burying her face into his neck. “Take me home with you..” they said quietly. Lucifer’s face when crimson red and those five words. He didn’t say a word, the tighten the grip around their waist as red smoke in golfed them both…disappearing.

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justauthoring · 4 months

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Shoko Just Can't be Right [2]

a series of snapshots of your life with geto and gojo -> this part: what if shoko's convinced and maybe she's just right?

a/n: finally wrote the second part.... hehe.

pairing: satosugu x f!reader, shoko x f!reader

read the other parts here: one - two - three

"There is no way."

"Uh, yes, there is."

Sending Shoko a blank look, you scoff.

But, as per her style, she doesn't relent.

"Y/N," she deadpans, reaching across the desk to take your hands in her own, squeezing them enough to pull your gaze on her's once again. "I say this with complete and utter confidence, they're in love with you."

"Shoko," you call back, mimicking her tone; "they're in love with each other."

"True," she offers with a light shrug. "But also you."

Your mind blanks with the utter disbelief and ridiculousness of it all. "Is that even... possible? I mean, to be in love with two people at once?"

You didn't think so.

"Probably," she shrugs, "I mean with love anything's possible, right?"

And you can tell with the shit-eating grin on her face, she's finding this all too funny. Honestly, if you were on her side of things, you'd probably get a kick out of the whole thing as well but alas, you weren't and it wasn't easy to ignore the crushing of your heart as the hope you're desperately trying to hold back tries to sliver it's way past.

Ugh. Hope. What an entirely stupid and ridiculous--

"They do say that."

Back straightening, every muscle in your body tightens at the sound of Gojo's voice. It was, honestly, the last person you wanted to hear right that second; by default just because it was, well, him, but also because with Gojo, Geto was usually trailing behind...

A glance over your shoulder tells you you're correct.

Just as you thought.

You catch Shoko perking up out of the corner of your eye, and instantly a sense of dread floods you; this cannot be good.

"What are you two talking about?" Geto asks, coming to a stop next to Gojo, hands shoved leasurely into his pocket, brow raised with curiosity.

"Well—"

"Nothing!" You cut in sharply before Shoko can finish, sending her a glare over your shoulder (to which she rolls her eyes), pushing yourself to your feet. "Actually, we should be going because we—"

"Awehhh!" A loud whine cuts you off, eyes flickering over to Gojo whose slumped over dramatically; "but I was hoping you'd wanna hang with us."

Hang with them?

Alone?

That sounds like both a blessing and absolute nightmare. Especially with the thoughts that Shoko has invested in your mind—you could barely look at them now without thinking about her words; they're in love with you. God, why did she have to go around telling you that?

Making you think—for even just a second—that that could ever be true.

Because it wasn't. Obviously.

Geto and Gojo loved each other. That was true. Yes, that had been true since the very first moment you'd laid eyes on the both of them. The last to join them in their first year. The two of them, including Shoko, had already gotten aquainted with one another (some more than others). The three of them had spent four whole months with just them and no one else and had been able to bond.

And then you came in.

Clueless about the jujutsu world and about what a jujutsu sorcerer even was. Your whole world had been turned upside down and you were far outside of your element.

And yet, despite all that, you'd walked into that classroom that day and amongst Gojo's rather cocky greeting, Geto's simple one and Shoko's enthusiastic one (she'd expressed her fondness quite plainly for no longer being the only girl), you'd seen how much Geto and Gojo loved each other.

They were pretty obvious about it, even if at the time neither of them had known about the other's feelings.

So, yes, Shoko couldn't be right. She knew she wasn't saying it all to be mean, she wasn't like that—clearly she'd seen or heard something that had lead her to this incorrect assumption.

Because that's all it was.

An assumption.

One you wouldn't let yourself be swayed by for one second.

"Y/N?"

Blinking, you're pulled from your thoughts with a snap, focusing in on Geto who's leaning down to meet your gaze, concerned, with a baffled Gojo slightly behind him, the both of them looking at you rather intensely.

And, when you turn your head to the right, Shoko's gone.

"Are you okay?"

"Where..." Your words trail, in disbelief.

"Oh," Geto mumbles, pulling back as he realizes where you're looking. "She left for a smoke, said that she didn't mind rescheduling your plans. I do believe she added to the end of it, 'anything to get Gojo to shut up'."

"Hey!"

That sneaky little—

You turn to face both boys, quite honestly dumbstruck.

But then Gojo is shoving his face in yours, grinning; "so? Let's go!"

You sputter; "wh-where?"

To a sweets cafe. That's where.

Gojo all but drags you there, ignoring your protest to at least let you change, simply calling over his shoulder that; 'you look adorable!' which absolutely was not true. You hadn't worn your uniform that day since it wasn't a school day, and you and Shoko had had plans to spend the day together campus which had lead you to wear a simple skirt with an oversized sweater over it. You weren't expecting to leave or go out or least of all be going out with both Geto and Gojo or else you would've probably dolled yourself up at least a little.

Which, yes, Gojo's words, albeit simple, did leave you even more flustered, cheeks flushed and stuttering for a response all whilst Geto chuckled lightly behind you, clearly amused to himself.

But both Geto and Gojo are dominating of your time and don't allow you even a second of an escape, chatting your ears off happily whilst Gojo goes to the counter to order an array of sweet, leaving you and Geto to find a table.

You have to admit that the cafe is quite cute and the sweets you'd managed to grab for yourself (with the help of Geto, who promptly slapped Gojo's hand away when he tried to steal one of them) were delicious. Geto had gone back to the counter to order you a drink and although you weren't always used to be with either of them alone, the two of them were chatty enough that you didn't feel awkward or tense with silence.

It wasn't that you didn't get along with them. You did. Despite your rocky first impression of Gojo, you got along with the both of the extremely well.

But that was at school. In class. Or, at the very least, with Shoko. You weren't used to having to fend off the both of them and although you cared for them both greatly, they were both intimidating in different ways.

In ways you weren't.

Shoko always said you were too quiet. Too easy. You said yes to anything someone asked you of and you didn't often argue even if it wasn't something you weren't comfortable with. It had taken Shoko months before you properly opened up to her, but Geto and Gojo were confident and skilled and people seemed to bend over backwards for them just because, well, they were them.

People treated them differently than they treated you because you were quiet where they were loud, nervous where they were confident, and soft where they were hard.

(Little did you know that Geto and Gojo absolutely adored this about you—despite how incredibly self-conscious you were about it yourself).

Still, the day goes on well. And you find yourself rather enjoying their company.

You've all been there for just over an hour when you excuse yourself to the washroom, slipping past Geto in a way that has your cheeks burning red and flustered as you make your way to the ladies room.

It's on your way back that things take a bit of a downward shift.

A firm hand wraps itself around your upper arm, halting you in your tracks and pulling a surprised gasp from your lips as your world is tilted on it's axis briefly.

Then, suddenly, there's a group of boys surrounding you.

"Hey," one of them smiles at you, though it's all cold and no warmth. "Do you go to school around here? Don't think we've seen you before."

"And I think we'd remember a face like yours." Another one pipes up, your head shifting to the right to find him towering over you.

The one on your left steps closer, smirking down at you. "Noticed it as soon as you walked in here," he grins, wide and menacing. His eyes drift across you, low in a way that makes your chest tighten uncomfortably, then back up to your eyes. "You new?"

They're too close.

"N-No," you force out, shaking your head as you try to push them away. "Sorry, my-my friends are—"

"Yeah, those two guys, right?"

A hand falls on your back, and you tense.

"We could show you a far better time, you know?"

"Yeah," a laugh, "why settle for them, when—"

Another hand falls on you. But it's different. Warmer. Familiar.

You're pulled away and tucked against a chest, glancing up to see Geto's familiar figure looming behind you, his gaze threatening but it instantly softens as he glances down at you.

Gojo steps in front of you, blocking you from their view.

"I do believe you're making Y/N uncomfortable," Gojo grounds out and his voice is so unlike anything you've ever heard. It's dark, cruel, all trace of his usual goofiness and teasing gone.

You can't see his face, but if it's anything like Geto's, you're sure the face matches his tone.

"I would fuck off now." Geto growls from behind you, low enough you feel his chest rumble in reaction. "Before we make you."

You don't see it. Geto doesn't let you. But none of the three boys even get a word out before they're scampering off with paled skin and pleading cries of mercy, racing out of the cafe and not sparing another glance back.

What—

Gojo spins to face you and he's grinning, wide and bright, stepping towards you. "Sorry about that darling," he calls out, ruffling your hair. "We got worried when you took a while to come back."

"Should've called for us," Geto mumbles, squeezing your shoulder in a soft, reassuring sort of way. "Let us know you were in trouble."

Gojo's hand falls on your cheek, cupping it, face suddenly serious but not in the same menacing way as before but concerned. "We'll always come when you're in trouble."

Geto nods; "so, don't feel afraid to rely on us."

They're in love with you.

Shoko's word taunt you in the back of your mind, completely stunned by Geto and Gojo as they move to walk, neither of them letting go of you, Geto's hand on your back and Gojo's hand wrapped around yours, leading out of the cafe.

They're close. They still close. Refusing to slip away.

I mean with love anything's possible, right?

Shoko just couldn't be right. She just couldn't...

Could she?

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morlao · 4 months

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Breaking your own

rules

▪︎Isaac Garcia x fem!reader

▪︎Y/N Howard, Jackie's younger sister

Things have always been tough for you. As the youngest Howard girl you were constantly compared to your older sisters Lucy and Jackie.

Lucy the popular sunshine that everybody loved and Jackie the perfect girl who already had her plans for the future figured out and worked very hard to reach them.

Don't get me wrong, you loved your sisters with all your heart but sometimes you wished that they - especially Jackie - wouldn't set the bar so high. You were always only "Jackie's sister". Even your teachers referred to you that way.

Since the accident it had gotten so much worse. While it was obvious that you were breaking apart, Jackie had much more self control. While she studied even harder, you could barely concentrate.

When you heard the message that you and Jackie had to move to Colorado to the Walter family, you couldn't deny that you felt relieved.

Starting a new life with the Walters also meant leaving this comparism behind. Or at least most of it. You could start over new. No teachers who acted like your way of grieving was wrong and no uncle who told you what your parents would have wanted you to be.

~ ~ ~

You immediately liked Katherine and George when you first saw them as they picked you up from the airport. They made you feel so welcome. One could only hope that the boys were just as nice as they were.

Well... they weren't. At least not all of them.

You hadn't even entered the house when you heard someone shout. "Watch out!" You could just jump out of the way when a boy with a skateboard zoomed by.

"That's Lee." George explained.

Right after him chased a little boy, almost bumping into Jackie.

"Be careful, Benny!", George shouted but you were pretty sure the boy didn't hear him - and if he did, then he didn't care.

George led you into the living room where two boys were sitting on the sofa playing video games.

"Boys, that are Jackie and Y/N Howard. Girls, that are Alex and Isaac."

The boys greeted you both with a smile. The way Alex looked at Jackie made you grin widely. Seemed like this could become interesting.

Meanwhile your attention was on Isaac and for a couple of seconds your eyes met. He looked very handsome with his dark hair and his laid-back look.

Isaac grinned and raised his eyebrow and quickly you looked away. You didn't want him to think that you fancied him. Because you didn't. You were not looking for a flirt or even a relationship. You just wanted to forget about the accident and start over new.

George smiled. "Okay, let's continue the tour." He showed you the kitchen, where you met Will, Nathan and Danny and the living room where Parker was playing Hockey.

Wow, you didn't expect so many of them. It would definitely take you some time to remember all the names.

At last he lead you in the garden to the pool and to a smaller boy with a camera. A blonde guy was just getting out of the water, grinning as he saw you and your sister. He put on a total show, acting like he was the best looking guy in the whole universe.

You hated guys like him. Way too self-centered and way too arrogant. Unfortunately you noticed the way Jackie looked at him. She tried to hide it but she was clearly faszinated by him.

"Come on, Cole! Don't be such a show-off!", Nathan said, rolling his eyes.

Living here could definitely turn out to be exciting.

~ ~ ~

A few days later you woke up to laughter and Jackie's screams.

The door flew open and she stormed in, covered in a towel. "I can't believe it! I can't believe they did this!" She walked over to the mirror and looked at her hair totally in panic.

Still very sleepy you rubbed your eyes and got out of bed. "Did what? What are you talking about?"

"They put bleaching in the shampoo!" She was close to tears. Her hair had now quite a lot of blonde strands that looked like somebody had drawn them with a paint brush. In other words, it looked horrible.

However, Jackie still wanted to go to school. Perfectly ambitious as always. She managed to take George's Baseball Cap and hid her hair with it, it didn't really match her style but better than nothing.

When you came home from school you walked right into a very angry Katherine and a bunch of boys who looked absolutely pissed.

"What's up?", you asked curiously, almost regretting it as Isaac sent you a deathly glare.

Lee lowered his voice. "Your sister is a sneak. She told Katherine what happened today."

Jackie, why... you sighed heavily before running up the stairs to your room. You couldn't believe that she told Katherine. You stormed into your room and walked straight up to her desk where she was sitting and doing her homework. "Why did you do that? You know that you just ruined your chance to be accepted by them, don't you?"

Jackie frowned, clearly not agreeing with you. "What else should I have done? Just accept it and act like it didn't happen?"

You shook your head, grinning. "No way, let's give them a taste of their own medicine. Let's see if they go to school with... let's say... pink hair."

You spent the next two days preparing everything for your revenge.

Jackie was not really helpful, in fact she seemed like she wanted to stop you. "Please, Y/N, don't do it. They were grounded, I think that's enough."

"Fuck no!" You had a plan and you were going to go through with it.

While the others were having their dinner you sneaked into the boys rooms and put hair dye in their shampoo. Lee, Isaac, Cole, you got them all.

No wonder that the next day you were woken again by screams and laughter. Excited you kicked off your blanket and jumped out of bed.

Who has been the first to fall into your trap? Hopefully Cole! You couldn't stand his arrogant behaviour and you also didn't get why your sister seemed so faszinated by him.

You opened your door and couldn't help but laugh. Isaac had just come out of the bathroom, a look of horror on his face. Most of his hair was bright pink. It was hillarious!

The only negative thing about it was, that the other boys were now warned. They would for sure control their shampoo before using it.

"New York is tougher than I thought", laughed Cole, eying your sister as she covered her mouth, trying not to laugh too hard.

"I'm sure that wasn't her", said Nathan before he turned towards you, "It was you right?"

Isaac's eyes widened as he also turned around to look at you.

You leaned against the doorframe, grinning. "Don't underestimate me, Garcia!"

Isaac POV:

Wow, he couldn't deny that he was impressed. He had branded you a popular spoiled girl, a city girl who got everything she wanted, daddy's little darling. Guess he was wrong. You were tougher than you looked.

He eyed you as you stood there laughing. He definitely had to be careful. You were not only beautiful you were also not afraid of standing up for yourself and messing with the boys.

A little smile escaped his lips and he ran a hand through his hair. "Good one, Y/N"

You raised your head proudly.

Long after you disappeared into your room he still stood there, grinning.

Your POV:

The following days you were extremely careful, looking out for Isaac's revenge.

You showered at 4 in the morning so that you didn't cross paths and used freshly bought shampoo. You locked your room and sat as far away from him as possible during breakfast and dinner. Except for "Good morning" you didn't really talk to each other.

To your surprise he knocked at your door one afternoon. "Hey, Y/N, wanna play videogames together?"

You turned around, closing your maths book. "Do you really think I'm this stupid?"

He blinked. "What?"

"If you want to play a trick on me, you have to try harder. I'm not following you in the living room. I bet you have some slime that falls down on me when I walk through the door."

Isaac looked at you perplex. "Nope, I just want to get to know you better. You seem cool." He grinned. "But that's an incredible idea!"

"No pranks?" You raised your eyebrow and Isaac nodded. "No pranks, I promise."

The two of you got along surprisingly well the whole time. Isaac had some snacks and drinks prepared and he showed you his favourite video game.

After a few initial difficulties, things didn't go so badly anymore. "You're not as bad as I thought."

You took another bite of chocolate. "And this from the mouth of Isaac Garcia. I feel honored."

"Yes, you should!"

Since then the two of you often met for video game sessions. He wasn't as annoying as you thought. In fact he was really cool and fun to be with.

Jackie still didn't like him and gave you a disapproving look whenever she saw you together. You didn't really get what her problem was. She was the one who constantly hung out with Cole! Isaac was a saint compared to him.

~ ~ ~

In the last few weeks you were also starting to spend more time with Lee.

He soon grew to be one of your closest friends. (You really thought it was necessary to have a best friend who isn't a close friend to your sister. You wanted your own life after all and not just a cheap copy of your sister's)

How this friendship with Lee started? Well, being the daughter of the famous designer Angelica Howard could be hard. Everyone expected perfection, even if they didn't say it explicitly. Most of the activities you did were only because they would look nice on your CV.

At the Walters' house you had the chance to finally choose hobbies that you really liked. So you wanted to try skateboarding.

One afternoon when the majority of the Walter boys were out to watch Parkers match you took Lee's skateboard that was leaning next to the door.

It took a few attempts until you were able to stand on it without holding on to the wall. Getting around with it was even more difficult. Again you fell to the floor.

How did Lee make it look so easy? You were glaring at the skateboard as you heard a chuckle behind you.

"That looked painful."

You turned your head and saw the Garcia brothers standing there.

Isaac walked towards you and offered you a hand. You took it and he helped you to your feet.

Blushing you rubbed the back of your neck and smiled at Lee apologetically. "I'm sorry for taking your skateboard, Lee."

To your surprise Lee didn't seem angry at all. "You wanna learn it?"

"Sure"

"Okay, I'll teach you how"

Lee wasn't that good at explaining, his teaching methods were more like: I show you how easy it is by driving around and beeing absolutely cool and then it was your turn and you made an absolute fool of yourself (which Jordan captured on camera - thank you very much!).

Isaac's POV:

He couldn't stop smiling. The way you tried so hard not to fall off, your hands stretched out, looking for balance.

Soon he found himself watching you practise everyday and it wasn't boring at all. He enjoyed watching as Lee told you what to do and he even offered to give you a hand when you tried to make turns.

You were a fast learner - or at least faster than he himself when Lee tried to teach him some tricks.

"You're getting better and better", Lee said, clearly proud of himself as a teacher and proud of you, his student.

"Soon you'll turn into a real skatergirl", grinned Isaac and you gave him the brightest smile possible.

He stared at you, feeling his heart racing in his chest. Yes, he couldn't deny it anymore, he had fallen in love with Y/N Howard.

~ ~ ~

Your POV:

Lucy's Birthday. You had feared that day since the accident. And even though Jackie tried to act tough and strong you were pretty sure that she struggled just as much as you did.

While the others left for school in the morning you pretended to be sick and stayed in bed till afternoon, staring at the ceiling.

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you" Your words were quiet, your voice shaking. "Happy Birthday dear Lucy, Happy Birthday to you."

Tears streamed your face as you whispered her name. Again and again. Lucy.

Jackie never wanted to talk about her or your parents. It had been months since you last said her name. It left a bitter note on your tongue.

Abruptly you sat up. You needed to get out, you needed to stop thinking about her.

Making sure that nobody saw you, you sneaked in the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of vodka. Katherine had tried to hide it, not knowing that you watched her.

The bottle in your hand you left the house, walking towards the barn. The loft seemed like the perfect place to get wasted. In any case better than your room since you didn't know when Jackie would come home.

You climbed up the ladder and sat down on the floor, your feet dangling above the ground.

Lucy. There weren't enough words to describe how much you missed her. Her spirit, her energy. You had always felt closer to her than to Jackie - not that you didn't love Jackie but she was always so perfect that you felt like you couldn't keep up with her. Lucy on the other hand was popular and outgoing just like you. For her school wasn't the number one priority. Her grades were good but not perfect.

"Hey" Isaac's voice snapped you out of your daydreams. "What are you doing up there?"

You held up the bottle of vodka. "Celebrating!" Your voice cracked, sounding drunk already.

Isaac rised an eyebrow. "What are you celebrating?"

You shrugged, taking another sip. You didn't wanna talk about Lucy, you didn't even know if you could say her name without bursting into tears. "My miserable life?", you suggested.

Isaacs expression changed from slightly amused to worried. He climbed up the ladder and sat down next to you. "Are you okay?"

The question was so absurd that you bursted out laughing. "Yes, yes I'm totally fine!" You handed him the vodka and without taking his eyes off you, he took a sip.

You didn't want to think about anything. Not about Lucy, not about your parents not about school.

You needed something to distract you, something better than alcohol. In New York you always went partying with your friends when you felt like your world was falling apart. Here in Colorado you felt more lonely than ever. Maybe you just needed to feel alive again.

Without thinking about possible consequences you grabbed Isaac by the collar of his shirt, pulled him towards you and kissed him.

Isaac's POV:

Was this a dream? Was this really happening? Did you maybe just kiss him because you were drunk? Did you really want this?

His heart was pounding violently in his chest as he felt your hands in his and your kisses against his lips. He pulled you closer towards him, leaning against you.

He had wanted to kiss you for a while now and even though he mostly seemed so confident, he hadn't found the courage to tell you.

He asked Lee about you once or twice, trying to find out if you liked him too but either Lee didn't knew it or he didn't tell him. What cheek! What else was a brother for, especially when he was best friends with the girl Isaac loved?

His kisses became more passionate. Hugging you and spreading soft kisses on your neck, he whispers: "I'm in love with you."

You giggled, kissing him. It would definitely be best if you didn't show up for dinner.

Isaac actually hadn't thought that you were so heavily drunk, he only noticed it when you two tried to climb down the ladder again.

You giggled, trying to keep your balance what nearly gave him a heart attack. It almost took you twenty minutes.

Isaac grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the house. "Please be quiet!", he begged you while trying to get a glimpse where all the others were.

Had they already gathered in the kitchen, ready for dinner? "Lee!" He whisper-shouted as he saw his brother and signaled him to come outside.

"What's wrong, bro?"

Isaac only gestured towards you, while you were trying to stand on one leg, giggling and blabbering.

Lee stared at you in shock. "Holy shit! She looks totally drunk."

"She is", Isaac confirmed. "We need to get her to her room before Katherine sees her!"

"What if Jackie tells her? She's always trying to act right, remember."

Isaac bit his lip. That was right. Jackie had already proved that she was a sneak.

"We bring her in our room", Lee suggested, "Nobody will notice and we can take care of her until she feels better."

Okay, that sounded like a plan!

"I'll distract the others!" Lee hurried back into the kitchen, making sure the others didn't come out.

Isaac kneeled down in front of you. "Hold on to me. I'm gonna give you a piggybag ride"

You wrapped your arms around him, laughing. "I bet that's fun!" You talked loudly, way too loudly.

Isaac heard Katherine's voice. "Was that Y/N?"

"I don't think so!", Lee answered quickly, trying to block the door, "She said she would be home very late. She has to prepare a talk for literature class with one of her friends - I guess her name was Grace."

He kept talking and talking while Isaac hurried up the stairs, carrying you on his back. There wasn't the right word to describe how relieved he was, when he finally entered his room and laid you down on his bed.

Your POV:

As you woke up the next morning your head was aching. You tried to sit up but stopped in the middle of the movement - and not just because you felt you might need to throw up due to the drinking yesterday.

This wasn't your room. You took a look around, wondering how you got here.

Isaac was lying on the floor next to you. The other bed on the other side of the room was empty. Lee had already left.

Was it already this late? Damn, you didn't want anyone seeing you sneaking out of one of the boys bedroom, especially when you still felt that you were about to throw up. You were sure that they would assume the worst.

Your memory of yesterday was very vague. In fact you only remembered drinking and... oh shit, snogging Isaac. Damn, why did you do that?

It's gonna be so weird sitting next to him during lunch and dinner and seeing him basically the whole day because you lived together.

You covered your face in embarrassment. Okay, stay cool. It was just snogging. Just snogging. You were pretty sure it didn't mean much to Isaac either. He always acted like the cool boy with his leather jacket and his macho posturing.

Slowly you started to stand up and grabbed your shoes that were lying next to the bed.

Isaac moved. You must have woken him up by accident, because he grumbled softly to himself and sat up. His hair looked like a mess but it suited him surprisingly well. "Morning, Y/N" He smiled at you and leaned in for a kiss but you backed away shocked.

"What are you doing?!"

Isaac hesitated, clearly confused. "Well... after last night I thought..."

"You thought what?", you snapped, regretting how harsh it sounded as you saw how hurt Isaac looked.

"I thought we were... we kissed, I told you I loved you..."

Your face starts to burn. "You WHAT?!"

"Don't you remember that?"

"No!" You gathered your stuff and stormed out of his room, not caring anymore if somebody saw you.

All you wanted was to get away from this situation as soon as possible. You had never been good at expressing your feelings or solving conflicts. You were only good at running away.

You ran towards the room that you shared with your sister, threw the door open and stormed inside.

Jackie let out a surprised squeak. "Y/N, you scared me to death"

You kicked the door shut and threw yourself on your bed.

Jackie didn't seem to notice how upset you were. She was lost in her own chaos. "I did something very stupid", she whispered after a few minutes of silence.

You looked at her in surprise. Jackie and doing something stupid? These were words that you normally wouldn't put in one sentence.

You walked over to her and sat down on the egde of her bed. Only then did you notice that she looked just as hungover as you felt. Was she also drinking? "I'm pretty sure what I did is way worse" you said, trying to cheer her up a little bit and offering her a guilty smile.

She shook her head, half smiling, half crying. "I went to a party with Cole and I... I was drinking way too much... I almost kissed him in front of Erin and the whole group... and when I came home and Alex tried to be there for me, I tried to kiss him too."

You looked at her in disbelief. You had never thought that she would ever do something like that.

She leaned over to you and pulled you into a hug.

"Hey, it's all gonna work out, okay?" You rubbed her back soothingly. "Seemed like you took a break from being the good and perfect girl."

She rolled her eyes, smiling. Then a thought crossed her mind and she looked at you questioningly. "Y/N, you said yours would be worse...what did you do?"

"Oh" You blushed a deep shade of red. "I was snogging with Isaac."

"YOU WHAT?" She stared at you wide-eyed.

"I was drunk, way too drunk... I just wanted some distraction from thinking about Lucy and then... it just happened..."

"How much did you drink? And on top of that Isaac?!"

You knew that she couldn't stand him, especially since his prank on her. "Jackie, please, I don't want to talk about it, not yet."

She nodded even though you could see that there were lots of questions swirling around in her head.

Since you didn't want any lunch, Jackie forced you to at least go down for dinner. The Walters were already sitting at the table when the two of you came in. Isaac stared at you angrily. You avoided his gace and sat down as far away from him as possible.

~ ~ ~

Thanksgiving. The first Thanksgiving that you wouldn't celebrate with your family.

You tried to keep busy in order not to think about it.

While you were helping Katherine in the kitchen, Isaac and Lee got ready for their video call with their dad.

Lee picked out a black shirt and even a tie. It was cute to see him so excited as he asked you at least five times if he looked good and if his hair was fine.

"You look amazing", you told him with a big smile, brushing aside the single strand of hair that hung in his face.

Lee nodded excitedly and hurried outside the room.

Isaac still seemed to be angry with you as he walked right past you without even looking at you. He didn't bother dressing smartly but you still thought that he looked very handsome. He always did.

"Can you prepare the vegetables, Y/N?", Katherine asked and handed you the bowl and the different ingredients.

Danny was responsible for the dishes and they looked really amazing. He even let you try a single bite of it. Delicious.

Katherine turned towards you. "Do you know when Jackie comes back?"

"She didn't tell me." Secretly you suspected that she would try to join the fiest as late as possible. That's just the way Jackie was. Acting strong and pretending everything was fine when really she was hurting.

The door flew open and Lee stormed inside. You had never seen him this angry and hurt before.

You jumped to your feet, almost dropping the little bowl of Vegetables. "Lee, what happened?"

Lee didn't answer. Instead he opened a bottle of wine, ready to get wasted.

You turned towards his brother who has just entered the room, looking just as unbothered as he did before. "Isaac, what's up with Lee? What happened?"

He turned around, glaring at you. "Don't act like you care. I know you don't."

His words hit you like a knife. You could feel the others staring at the two of you and your cheeks started burning. "What? Of course I care! How can you say that?"

"Okay" He raised his hands defensively but his expression said 'whatever'. "Guess you do care about Lee then."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh come on, you know that exactly! You played me like a toy and you couldn't have cared less about it!" He stormed out and you were so bewildered that you just stood there not knowing what to say.

It didn't help that everyone was staring at you, their faces asking clearly "What happened between you two?"

Avoiding to look at them, you ran out of the kitchen and up to your room. Why did he say that? You didn't play him, did you?

Nevertheless his words hurt you deeply, deeper than other people's words normally did. He seemed to hate you and you... you missed spending time with him. Did you have feelings for him?

You shook your head fiercly. When you moved here you had decided that it would be better not to rush in a relationship. Especially since you still struggled with the loss of your family. You needed friends, not some drama about boys.

~ ~ ~

The great bonfire, the party everyone was waiting for.

Of course you also couldn't wait for it. A party! Amazing! Finally some distraction!

You got ready with your sister and your friends. It was hard talking to Jackie alone the past few days. Since she and Alex started dating, he was always around, barely giving you two some sister time.

Originally you had planned to spend the whole party with her and your friends but then Alex and Cole started making their usual drama about who gets to be with Jackie. Pretty annoyed you walked off - which Jackie didn't even notice.

Lost in thought you stood in front of the bonfire, staring into the flames.

"Y/N" Lee walked up to you, a worried expression on his face. "Are you okay?"

You didn't want to ruin his evening so you forced a smile and tried to forget about Cole and Alex' drama for once.

You poked Lee in the cheek and grabbed his arm. "Yeah, I really like the party. You know... the partys in New York are totally different from here."

A soft smile escaped his lips. "What are they like? Tell me about it."

"Well..." How should you describe the feeling, the unique style, the atmosphere? To be honest the only comparism that hit you was: "They are just like Jackie."

Lee raised his eyebrow, looking confused but curious. "What do you mean 'like Jackie'?"

You shrugged. "They are perfect in every way. Glamorous even. Everyone is wearing beautiful dresses and drinking fancy cocktails with straws. They are talking about their dreams and their plans for the future. Most of the people I know have already figured it out." It often felt like you didn't belong there.

Lee watched you attentive.

"Most of the parties I went to were organized by students in order to get extra credits. They seemed like a ball for a princess." You couldn't help but laugh. "I prefered the clubs. Dancing like tomorrow didn't matter and like nobody was watching. I have only been there twice." As a minor it was hard to get in, but Lucy had always found a way.

Lee looked amused. "And now you're here, playing beer pong and standing around a huge bonfire. No cocktails, no glamour."

"Yes, it feels like two different worlds."

"Which one do you prefer?"

"Honestly? This one here. No need to be perfect, just having fun and being yourself."

He chuckled and you took a sip from your drink. "By the way...have you seen the others? I want to convice Jackie to play beer pong against me. That could be my one and only chance to be better than her." Also she needed distraction from the Alex and Cole drama.

You stood on your tiptoes, searching the crowd for familiar faces. You turned around and you saw them, right next to the fireplace. Your heart clenched.

Isaac and one of the cheerleaders. The girl looked amazing. Of course she did, all cheerleaders did.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Damn, you could feel the tears in your eyes.

Lee stroked your back comfortingly. Hell, you were angry.

So goddamn angry, but not at Isaac or the girl, you were angry at yourself. You've had your chance and you pushed him away. Guess you deserved this.

Isaac POV:

He laughed as the girl in front of him said something about the party last weekend. He didn't pay attention what it was, honestly he couldn't care less.

Every now and then he stole glances over his shoulder to make sure you had noticed him and were still watching. I mean, what was the purpose of making you jealous when you didn't see it?

Yes! You were close to tears! He couldn't help but feel happy about it. After all it meant that you liked him, didn't it?

Lee was standing right beside you, his arm around your shoulder. Isaac's smile froze.

"Hey, are you okay?", the girl asked him. He didn't even remember her name.

"Mh? Yeah, yeah I'm fine." When he looked in your direction the next time, you were gone. Panic started to rise within him. Had he gone too far? Was it a horrible plan?

"I'm sorry, I have to go", he told the cheerleader, not caring that he interrupted her. Well, her story wasn't very interesting anyway.

Without waiting for her response he hurried over to his brother, looking around if you were anywhere near him. "Bro, where is she?"

Lee nodded in the direction in which you had walked off. "She wanted to be alone. Guess your brillant plan backfired."

Damn, he was right. But still he didn't regret going through with it. At least he knew now that you liked him because what other reason could your reaction have? "Did you tell her?"

Lee was clearly offended by this question. "About your plan to make her jealous? No, I promised not to, remember? Damn, just go and talk to her! You act like a seven year old!"

Lee's words made Isaac's face burn with shame. He was right, wasn't he? He really acted like a little kid. Hoping he hadn't messed completely with you, he followed you.

Your POV:

You turned as you felt someone walking up beside you. Isaac. His pretty cheerleader was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey" You forced a smile, pretending that everything was fine. You were getting better at it lately.

Isaac looked at you, worried and maybe also a bit guilty. "Is everything okay? I saw how sad you looked when you walked away from Lee."

You shook your head, smiling. "Oh, it's fine." Damn, talking to him was harder than you thought. Why was he suddenly so nice to you? He has been ignoring you or glaring at you for days, maybe weeks, and now... he left this pretty girl in order to talk to you? That boy really was a mystery.

"Look, I'm fine, Isaac. Why don't you go and have fun talking to that cheerleader girl. She seemed to fancy you." You didn't mean to sound this annoyed and bitchy.

"But I would rather talk to you, Y/N", Isaac said and suddenly he looked even more guilty. His face burning bright red he rubbed the back of his head. "I just talked to her... to make you jealous."

What? You couldn't help but stare at him. Your heart did a somersault out of joy. The relief you felt... did that mean that you liked him?

Your silence seemed to make Isaac feel insecure. He lowered his head. "Sorry, that was a stupid idea... it's okay if you don't like me."

"No that's not..." you hurry to say, "I'm sorry for what happened that day in the loft and for the way I behaved afterwards. I should have apologised way earlier." You avoided looking at him and stared into the pitch black night instead. "I didn't want to get emotionally involved... it wasn't sure how long Jackie and I would stay here after all. It wouldn't be fair to start a relationship and then move away a few weeks later."

Isaac laughed and you looked at him bewildered. "What's so funny about that?"

"Well... everything. You say a relationship wouldn't be fair but what you did is even more unfair! You made me fall in love with you, you kissed me and then you ran away and acted like it didn't happen. Like it wasn't a big deal."

You didn't know what to say. He was right and you knew it. But that didn't matter now. He just confessed to you! Your heart felt like dancing in your chest.

"Why don't you give it a try, Y/N?" His voice was soft, almost sensitive. He took your hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand.

You didn't know what to answer. Should you tell him that you were afraid your uncle would take you back to New York and that saying goodbye to him would be even harder? That you tried not to get too close because you were never good at showing your emotions? That you were afraid you would hurt him again because that's just the way you were?

A thought crossed your mind. Starting over new, that's what you had wanted when you came here. You wanted to leave the old Y/N and all her problems and insecurities behind and use the chance to become someone new. Maybe this also meant giving Isaac a shot. You liked him, so maybe you should stop running away. Maybe you should break your rules of not getting too close to someone while you were here.

You stepped closer and reached out your hand to touch his cheek. His eyes widened with joy. Slowly the two of you leaned forwards, your lips touching in a sweet and gentle kiss. He seemed restrained, almost fearing you would change your mind and pull away again. To prove to him that you wouldn't run away this time, you pulled him closer and intensified the kiss.

For a moment you forgot everything around you, you only concentrated on the feeling of his lips against yours and his warmth. When you slowly start to pull away, you couldn't stop smiling.

"We don't have to rush things. And I promise I won't show you off like a trophy in school." He chuckled, clearly thinking about the way Alex and Jackie acted - all touchy and totally embarrassing. It was so gross walking through the hallway and seeing them snogging in front of everyone.

"That's very good to know", you smiled back. Your decision was right, you could feel it deep inside you. Isaac Garcia was worth breaking your own rules.

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tìsom | tsu'tey [nsfw]

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pairing: tsu'tey x human fem reader

word count: 5k words

warnings: [nsfw] human/na'vi relationship, oral sex (fem receiving), size difference, face sitting, heat cycles

summary: tìsom: [tI."som] P F n. heat

Tsu'tey is a strong mate; he is cautious, considerate, and protective, and he always provides for you.

And yet, human/Na'vi relationships come with a learning curve. That learning curve comes with surprises regarding certain biological urges

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“You must squeeze your thighs more, ma’yawne.”

“I’m trying,” You complain, shifting your weight on the back of the enormous direhorse. “I don’t think she likes me.”

Tsu’tey gestures pointedly at the spot where his queue is connected to the direhorse’s, linking them mentally. His tsaheylu is probably the only reason his direhorse hasn’t thrown you into the dirt by now.

“We are connected,” He points out to you, as if you’ve missed his meaning. “She could not dislike you.” Then he grins, the sharp points of his teeth poking out from beneath his lip. “More than likely, you are too little for her to feel on top of her.”

You roll your eyes, beginning to get irritated. This whole riding exercise had been his idea in the first place! You were perfectly content on the ground! It was pointless practice considering you wouldn’t be able to ride without Tsu’tey around, anyway.

“Come,” He says, and his hand lands heavily on your thigh, big and warm. “Squeeze your thighs. Show her you are there.”

It doesn’t matter how often he touches you; the feeling of his big hand spreading over you makes you feel so impossibly small. It’s such a heady feeling, and you bite back a grin instinctively. God, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to that. He’s being so touchy today, it’s driving you a little crazy.

This time, when you squeeze your thighs the animal beneath you responds by taking a few cautious steps forward. You let out a startled laugh, clutching at the direhorse’s neck and turning to give Tsu’tey an enormous grin.

“Oh shit, look! She’s moving!” You yelp.

Tsu’tey only hums in response, though he’s not doing a very good job at hiding the way his own mouth is twitching. It’s pretty obvious that the only reason the direhorse is moving at all is because Tsu’tey is guiding it through the tsaheylu, but you appreciate that he’s allowing you to take the credit for it anyway.

“You’re a natural, demon.” He says, the familiar old insult dripping with unmistakable fondness.

You perk up at the compliment, despite the fact that it’s really just Tsu’tey leading you around on the pal’i. You feel like a little kid going for a ponyride at a fair, but damn if it isn’t unexpectedly fun. You start to relax into the gentle sway of the direhorse’s gait, enjoying the weight of Tsu’tey’s hand on your thigh. It’s surprisingly peaceful, especially when Tsu’tey’s thick thumb strokes over your thigh like he just can’t help himself.

When the pal’i begins to step away from the clearing in the back of the village towards the forest, you shoot Tsu’tey a look with raised eyebrows.

He just smirks at your questioning expression, clearly amused. “You do not trust me?”

“I trust you.” You say immediately. “But your pal’i is barely tolerating me as is-”

“She is tolerating you just fine.” Tsu’tey interrupts you lazily, reaching up to stroke a broad hand over his pali’s neck.

There’s no argument you can think of for that, so you decide to just go along for the ride. It’s a beautiful afternoon, and it’s the first time in a while that Tsu’tey has managed to free himself up from the various duties that he usually performs for the clan. There’s a certain looseness to his shoulders that tells you he’s enjoying this just as much as you are, especially as his hands never stray from you once.

The forest is alive in the late afternoon sunshine. Ancient roots erupt out of the dirt and fan over the ground like hairs, and the moss that covers the trunks of the trees is such a deep green that it almost seems like paint pigment. Tsu’tey is careful to lead the direhorse around any tripping hazards, his hand on your thigh keeping you steady and safe on the direhorse’s back.

You hadn’t been lying when you told Tsu’tey that you trusted him. You’re content to go along with his little ride, resting your own smaller hand on top of his as he leads your mount along through the trees. Eventually, Tsu’tey leads the direhorse through the trees into a tiny copse of glowing flora.

“Wow.” You start to smile, lifting your head to gaze around at the phosphorescent fungi-like growths sprouting out of the ground and surrounding trees. It’s stunning, just like most of Pandora. The alien beauty of the planet still manages to steal your breath away sometimes, no matter how long you’ve been here.

You’re so distracted by the plants around you that you don’t notice Tsu’tey disconnecting his queue from the pal’i. When his hands land on your waist you let out a soft noise of surprise that’s cut off as he lifts you bodily from the back of the animal, swinging your legs around and placing you gently on your feet in front of him. He slaps his palm lightly against the direhorse’s rear, sending her careening into the forest to graze.

“I thought we would spend the afternoon outside the village.” He says once you’ve got your balance, and he reaches out to fiddle with your exo-mask to ensure it’s firmly attached to your face.

That sounds really nice. The Omaticaya encampment has become home to you, and the people are so gracious when it comes to accepting you considering what your kind has done to their planet, but sometimes the urge to just escape somewhere far from all the curious, prying eyes of the villagers.

When Tsu’tey lowers himself to the spongey moss floor of the forest, you’re quick to follow after him. It feels like laying on foam, and you end up rolling on your back and gazing up at the canopy of trees far above your head. You’re vaguely aware of Tsu’tey settling himself beside you, laying on his side so he can look down at you, but you’re distracted by the luminescent moss cushioning the ground where you lay.

“You’re staring at me.” You murmur, a smile tugging at your lips.

You don’t turn your head, but you can see Tsu’tey’s big golden eyes fixed on your face out of the corner of your eyes. His gaze feels like a physical weight pinning you in place, his tail undulating lazily in the air as he watches you.

“I am allowed to stare,” Tsu’tey’s smooth voice rumbles, sending a tiny little tremble running up your spine. “I am thinking.”

“Oh yeah?” You’re trying to sound as casual as possible, but you’re sure that you fall way short. “What are you thinking?”

Tsu’tey doesn’t speak immediately. He’s quiet long enough that you raise your head to look at him. Like this, his gaze is even more intense. His eyes drift from your face down to your shoulders, over your chest, down your hips, and then along the length of your legs.

The atmosphere on Pandora is humid and hot like the rainforests of Earth, and the heat had gotten to you in the last couple of days – you had abandoned the standard RDA-issued cargos and tank top in favour of one of the sun-dresses that you had brought with you from home. The little dress is impractical but pretty, a truly self-indulgent treat for yourself, and it certainly seems like Tsu’tey likes it too.

Eventually, his big eyes trail back up to your face and settle there. “I am thinking that I want you.”

Your cheeks heat, skin going prickly as you shift where you’re laying. Ah. That certainly explains the heat in his stare.

“You had me this morning,” You remind him, biting your lip as you grin at the memory.

His ears twitch, and his teeth flash as a matching grin grows across his face. “Yes. I remember.”

When his hand comes creeping across your stomach, you snort. The two of you have come a long way from your first meeting, when he had seen you as nothing more than an annoyance, a demon. It’s almost hard to believe that it’s the same man who is looking at you now, with his twitching ears and pupils blown wide.

You turn to look at him properly, but this time you note the way his tail is undulating across the soft grass and the way that the little bioluminescent dots scattered across his face and body are emitting a soft but insistent sort of glow. The expression on his face is… odd. His pupils are blown much wider than usual, and the way he’s watching you is eerily reminiscent of a predator. He’s always been intense, but this kind of a gaze is a bit much, even for him.

“What’s up with you?” You ask, laughing a little as you reach out to playfully grab at his twitching tail.

It’s something you’ve done plenty of times before – Tsu’tey is always so serious and austere, and it usually makes his stern veneer crack a little when you initiate such a playful move. He’ll usually snort and swat at your head, or roll his eyes and tug at you in return. However, that is not what happens this time.

When you wrap your fingers around the velvety soft, whip-like tail and tug, Tsu’tey’s head falls back as he lets out a groan that sounds as though it’s been punched out of him.

You whip your hand away at once, eyes growing huge. “Oh, god! I’m so sorry, did I hurt yo-”

The rest of your sentence is lost as the air whooshes out of your lungs – Tsu’tey’s entire big-ass body has just rolled over onto you, trapping you beneath his hot skin and big arms. He’s still careful to keep most of his weight off you, clearly conscious of crushing you, but the bulk of his body presses you right into the cushy moss beneath you. His face presses right into your throat, and you can feel his hot breath as he takes deep, snuffling inhales.

“Fuck.” He grunts, and despite your surprise you have to bite back a laugh. It’s always a little comical to hear him use human sayings that he’s clearly picked up from you.

“Fuck,” You echo back in agreement, still trying to catch your breath as he bears down on you. It’s as though he’s trying to press your bodies as tight together as he can manage. “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s gotten into you?”

“Tìsom,” He groans, and you jolt as his big hands land on your thighs and he pulls you to meet his crotch.

The hardness there is unmistakable, his tiny tewng doing hardly anything to conceal it. He grinds against you, the movement and the pressure sending little zings of pleasure shooting right up into your lower belly.

“Tìsom,” You repeat, bewildered. You don’t know this word, and he doesn’t seem to be too fussed about explaining it to you.

“It started this morning,” He mumbles into your neck, his lips leaving wet trails across your skin as he takes a series of deep breaths. “It has gotten stronger through the day. I need you now, I wish to have you right here, my little mate.”

You still aren’t sure what he’s talking about, but when he humps up against you again you’re pretty quick to abandon your curiosity. He certainly had been horny this morning when he had rolled you over and fucked you right there in the bed, but that had been different. It had been softer, tinged with a hint of desperation but lacking any real urgency. This is different. This feels as though he’s trying to crawl right underneath your skin.

“Tsu’tey,” You gasp as his hands begin to ruck up the soft fabric of your sundress. Damn, you knew it was impractical to wear the damn thing, but you can’t bring yourself to regret it when he peels himself away from your throat so he can look down at you with fierce interest as he pulls the hem up around your waist.

He grunts softly at the sound of his name, his gaze swinging up towards your face. His eyes look a little glassy, but he focuses on your face and you see his pupils have blown so wide that all you can see of his iris is a thin golden ring around the edges.

“What is tìsom?” You ask, watching with widened eyes as he takes deep, snuffling breaths.

“Heat,” He grits out. “I am- I can smell you. I must-”

He pushes himself up onto his elbows and begins to shuffle down the length of your body, but you barely even notice his progress. Your mind has stuck on the first thing he had said; heat.

Surely that doesn’t mean what you think it means. Do the Na’vi have heat cycles? You haven’t heard anyone bring that up before. Good god, why has no one brought that up before? That seems like something you ought to know!

Your thoughts don’t get to spiral any further, because Tsu’tey’s big head pushes its way between your thighs. Your legs fall open to make room for him instinctively – it makes you feel like a wanton idiot, but then he’s nuzzling you right at the juncture of your thigh and suddenly it doesn’t matter anymore. Your thoughts are washed away by the feeling of his damp, hot breath against you.

He takes a soft, snuffling breath, then sighs out a little moan. “You smell so sweet, ma’tawtute.”

His teeth graze over the cotton of your panties, causing your spine to lock up at the sensation. That should definitely be embarrassing, you think. It certainly shouldn’t have you throbbing, tightening, hunching your shoulders.

“I don’t-”

With a purr, he wedges his nose between your thighs. You let out a short, startled shriek, and grab a handful of his braids. His tongue is so big, a swath of wet warmth that can lave over your whole mound and everything below it in one lick. In a few more licks your panties are soaked from both sides.

When you can't stand the feel of damp cloth on you anymore you push his nose away, just enough to let you lift your hips and drag the panties off and kick them aside.

He only barely allows you enough time to toss them aside before he’s pushing his head right back between your legs, his face pressing right up against you with a needy groan. His tongue pokes out yet again, but this time the rough, hot, wet texture is pressed right up against your bare flesh. The sensation is dizzying, and you lean your head backward, pillowed against the soft moss, looking up dizzily at the sun through the boughs of the trees. You rock your hips into the press of his tongue, feeling like you’re melting under it.

You had assumed, when he said heat and then rolled atop you, that he was about to spread your legs and pound you right into the ground. You certainly wouldn’t have been opposed to that, but Tsu’tey remains entirely preoccupied with his face buried against your pussy – he shows no sign of shifting at all.

He sucks on your clit, and when you tug at his hair he lets out a growl that reverberates against your core and has you clenching around nothing. His tongue quests lower, and you let out a pleasured little sigh as his tongue presses against your slit and then in – the texture of his tongue is rough and textured, and you squirm against his face as he licks at you with such enthusiasm that it leaves you reeling. You know that you’re wet from your own slick already, but Tsu’tey is messy as he slurps at you. His mouth leaves you sodden and dripping, the coarseness of his tongue leaving you gasping as his flat nose bumps and grinds against your clit.

Just then he tilts his head, searching for an angle that lets him slide his tongue deeper in. It's too big – at least, it ought to be too big, but it's hot and wet and thick and your body just wants that, wants him. Caught without any breath to moan, you reach down with both hands and spread your own swollen lips. He licks hard, growling into you, so you feel the sweet thrum of it right on your clit.

“Oh, fuck, oh yes,” You gasp out eagerly, lifting your head so that you can look down at him.

Though his head is still buried between your thighs, the rest of him is moving restlessly.

His hips roll insistently against the soft, spongey moss beneath him. His cock is hard and leaking, the bulbous tip of it glowing insistently as it glints with its sweet little bioluminescent dots. He grinds relentlessly against the soft, cushioned forest floor, grunting out soft little moans of appreciation right into your core.

The sight of him so lost in his own pleasure is both startling and impossibly arousing, and with a short sob you grab hold of his hair, clenching your fists into the roots of his braids. He growls once more, like it's an affirmation, as though he’s acknowledging your wordless noises of desperation.

But then, shockingly abruptly, he pulls his head back and shoves himself back up onto his elbows, looming over you.

“It is not enough.” He says, and you’re absolutely floored to hear the edge of a whine in his voice.

This is Tsu’tey, the proudest man and the fiercest warrior you’ve ever met. To see him like this, sweaty and pouting and frenzied as he humps the ground and tries to bury his whole fucking face inside you, is crazy.

“What do you-” You start to ask, but he seems to have gotten into the habit of interrupting you today.

His arms hook around your thighs, which had been splayed out over his biceps, and then in a move so fast that you’re not even sure how he manages it, he flips your positions. When you manage to reorient yourself, you find yourself perched on his stomach – he’s the one laying on his back against the moss now.

You start to grin. He may be acting strange (in heat! Your brain screams at you. Your big sexy alien is in heat!), but this position, at least, is familiar. You know how to take care of him like this. You reach to pull your dress over your head, tossing it to the side before looking back to him with a cheeky grin.

“Ah,” You say playfully, glancing over your shoulder before reaching back to grasp his cock where it’s laying proudly against his thigh. “You want me to ride you, big guy?”

Fuck, his cock is hard. It actually surprises you when you wrap your fingers around it – it feels like a goddamn lead pipe.

He lets out a punched out groan as his lip curls back over his teeth, tossing his head back against the moss as he hisses towards the sky. He looks almost feral, lost to his own arousal in a way you’ve never seen before. And yet, what he says next surprises you.

“In a way,” He grunts, his hips twitching as he humps his cock into your small grip. “Sit on my face.”

You still and blink, surprised. “What?”

It’s not that the request is shocking (you’ve never actually done that with him, but damn the request alone has jolts of electric excitement shooting up your spine), but the fact that he’s asking for this when his cock is swollen and oozing insistently against his belly is absolutely bizarre.

When you release your hold on his dick his hips hump into the air, as though seeking your touch. He looks so desperate – how could he turn down the chance for relief?

"Sit on my face." Tsu’tey repeats, overenunciating each word as though he were talking to someone especially stupid. There’s no way of misunderstanding him this time, and his ears are pressed back against his head as he awaits your response.

“But-” You start, glancing over your shoulder at his painful-looking erection.

His big hands land on your ass, and he uses his grip there to pull you so insistently that you slide right up to his chest. Fucking hell, he’s really insistent about this, and he’s so much bigger than you that manhandling seems to come easily to him.

Hesitantly, you shuffle forward until you’re hovering awkwardly over his face. Like this, naked and exposed as Tsu’tey’s hands continue to pressure at your ass, you feel more flustered than you’d like to admit. Especially considering the way that he’s staring up at you with wide-eyed, open-mouthed eagerness.

“What if I smother you?” You ask, cheeks hot with embarrassment. God, you don’t think you’d be able to live that down.

“I would be proud to meet such a fate.” He grunts, his hands kneading and squeezing at the soft flesh of your ass like a goddamn cat.

“Fucking hell.” You mutter, but you can’t stop yourself from letting out a soft, breathless laugh.

His impatient eagerness is wearing away at your hesitance, and the next time he tugs at your hips, you allow yourself to be manoeuvred so that you’re lowering yourself over his face. When he purses his lips and blows on your exposed, wet sex, it nearly causes you to overbalance in surprise.

"Oh!"

"Come," He presses a sloppy kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Let me taste.”

He wraps his forearms around your waist and pulls you down firmly. As soon as you’re settled over his mouth, he starts licking immediately, and you're utterly stunned by the wave of heat that flows through your belly. You have to stick out a hand to grab at his shoulder just to stay upright, your upper body curling over as your hips rock reflexively against the hot, wet heat of his mouth.

"Oh, shit." You blurt, a little overwhelmed as he licks and sucks at you with a single-minded determination that has your thighs trembling around his face in minutes.

Judging by the pleased little gasps he keeps letting out against you, he doesn’t want to be anywhere else right now. His big hands wrap around your thighs, the size of them making you feel so tiny in comparison as he encourages you to squeeze your thighs around his head.

It doesn't take long before you’re grinding against his face, chasing his tongue against your clit. His mouth is so overwhelmingly hot, so wide and all-encompassing as he sucks at you, and his tongue is so wet and coarse as it rasps against your swollen, sensitive pussy.

You might have been embarrassed about the way you’re humping against his mouth if it weren't for the way that your rocking against his face earns you a soft, hungry whimper from him as he wraps his arms around your back and encourages you to ride his face harder. Your hairline is damp with sweat. You wonder if his tìsom is contagious – it feels like you’re boiling from the inside out.

One of your hands drops down to tangle in his braids, already all messed up from your earlier tugging, and a hard suck to your clit has you jerking over his face, accidentally yanking at the fistful of hair in your hand. You’re not expecting the way he gasps, or the way his hips thrust into the air behind you.

"Oh fuck," You gasp. "Do you like doing this that much? Are you- can you breathe? Will you tell me if you-"

Tsu’tey makes an impatient sort of sound before tilting his head back from his position between your legs. His chest is heaving, and his brow glitters with sweat — he looks ethereally beautiful, and you’re stuck for a moment about how damn lucky you are.

“Ma’tawtute, the tìsom will rage until I have satisfied my urges,” He says on a sigh, the proud slope of his brow all furrowed with need. “Allow me to satisfy myself with my mate.”

Well, fuck. How could you ever deny him that?

"Yeah," You choke, your eyes fixed on his mouth; it's swollen red and shiny, and you can't stop looking at it as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “Okay. Please, then-”

You don’t need to finish your request. As usual, he reads you without you ever having to say a goddamn thing.

He just grins, wild and unrestrained and looking truly fucking feral, before ducking his head back to start licking eagerly at you all over again. Your breathing is embarrassingly heavy at this stage, but even worse than that are the whimpers that you can't quite keep from spilling over. When your hand clenches and tugs at his hair, he lets out a pleased moan that vibrates right up into your core.

This time when he digs his long fingers into the soft meatiness of your thighs and encourages you to rock against his face, you do so without question. You’re rewarded with a throaty, whiney hiss, and his hips thrust sharply up into the air when you grind your clit down into his waiting tongue.

You can hear the slap of his cock against his belly as he humps the air, and you gasp at the sheer sensation of it all. It feels as though your nerves have been set alight.

"Fuck," You whisper, grinding down on his tongue. "I- there-! Shit, Tsu’tey, I-"

You’re really not making all that much sense, but he seems to like your flustered desperation because his hips continue to thrust lazily as he dry humps the air. That just isn't enough for him, apparently, because he releases one of your thighs as his right hand snakes down so he can touch himself while he eats you out.

The slick sounds of him working his cock are mostly drowned out by the soft, breathy moans he keeps making into your pussy every time he licks into you. His stomach keeps tensing as his hips flex, throaty hisses muffled by you and the way you’re rocking into his mouth.

When Tsu’tey had told you to sit on his face, you hadn't actually thought he would get anything out of it. Perhaps that's why watching him fall apart between your legs is so compelling, and it's causing the sweet, hot tension in your lower belly to coil tighter and tighter until you’re a trembling wreck, ready to shatter apart.

“Oh,” You breathe, your eyes squeezing shut as you clutch at his hair and gasp. “I’m- I’m going to-”

“Yes,” He snarls, still muffled between your legs. “Do it, so sweet, let me taste-”

You’re not the only one close to release – you can tell by the way his hips are bucking, the way that animalistic little growls are tearing their way out of his chest, how fast and rough his fist is pumping at the swollen length of his cock.

When his tongue dips into your folds and locates your clit with absolute precision, your back arches as you come with a little scream.

You grab at his hair to try and keep his head in place, but he doesn't slow at all as he continues to suckle at you through your orgasm. In fact, his one remaining hand actually clutches at your ass to encourage you to ride it out on his face.

By the time the waves of your orgasm begin to ebb away, you’re shivering and bordering on the edge of overstimulation. And yet, you can’t bring yourself to pull away. Not when he’s suckling at the slickness of your release as though he can’t get enough of it, and not when his goddamn toes are curling into the glowing moss beneath you as he fucks his cock into his own fist.

The sight of him so lost in his own pleasure is both startling and impossibly arousing, and you let out a quiet little noise of surprise as you watch the dots on his cock flicker right as the head pulses. Then he’s growling, his chest rumbling with the force of it as his release erupts from him, ropes of creamy cum spurting onto his belly.

Finally, you pull away from his face, falling back onto his chest with a wheezy gasp. There are still aftershocks of pleasure rocking through you as you shiver; the two of you are sweat-slick and overheated, panting and gasping, but you savour the feeling of Tsu’tey’s naked skin against yours as you clumsily push yourself down so that you’re laying across his chest.

Still catching your breath, you reach out to cup his face fondly. “Oh fuck, look at you.”

When he raises his head, you’re greeted with the sight of his face slick and shiny from his own drool and your release. He’s so messy and his eyes are still blown wide, his ears twitching as his brow slackens into an expression of pleasure. The dots around his face are still glowing, but the intensity of it has dimmed for now.

Your own body goes slack against his, your masked face nestling into his shoulder. The cum on his belly squelches a little when you settle over him, and you can’t help the tired snicker that escapes you.

“So,” You mumble in an exhausted little drawl. “Are you satisfied, big guy?”

That gets you a laugh in response. It’s a rumbly sort of chuckle, and you enjoy the way his chest vibrates under yours. To your surprise, he doesn’t sound as tired as you might have expected. He’s caught his breath much faster than you have, despite the fact that he has significantly more reason than you to be winded.

“It is tìsom, foolish thing.” He murmurs, nuzzling his soft nose into your temple. You can feel him bear his teeth in a grin against your hair. “I will not be satisfied until it is done.”

That’s when you feel the hot, thick press of him against the sensitive, puffy flesh of your pussy. He’s still so hard, as though he had never come at all. Your heart skips, belly clenching in excitement.

Well. You were his little human mate, after all. If he needed help with his tìsom, his heat, of course you would help him out with it.

The swollen head of his cock catches against the slickness of your pussy, and you moan softly as he presses just slightly into you, just enough to tease you with the stretch of it.

It seems like you have a long night ahead of you.

#tsu'tey x reader #tsu'tey #tsu'tey fic #avatar #avatar way of water #atwow #na'vi x human #na'vi x reader #alien x human #alien x reader #terato #tsu'tey smut

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familyagrestefanblog · 6 months

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I find it... kinda irritating how saying that Hero Gabriel is still a failure of a father even if he's not a bad person is apparently somewhat of a hot take.

It is irrelevant at what extreme end of the moral spectrum Gabriel is - sadistic villain or heroic saint - fact still remains that you wouldn't notice either with Monarque or Hesperia that they are fathers at all, while simultaneously both Adriens are clearly depicted as teenagers who basically have to re-settle themselves into their lives after they were emotionally orphaned in every sense that matters.

It is irrelevant that Alt Gabriel is a hero, not a bad person or that he wasn't outright abusive like our Gabriel, nothing will change the fact that Griffe Noire Adrien's path to healing goes the same route as our Adrien's.

And that is AWAY from his father, not WITH him.

Griffe Noire at the end was roughly were our Adrien started off at the beginning of the show, just this time with a better path ahead Ladynoir wise since they know their identities.

He changed for the better when our Adrien gave him the self-acceptance, understanding and sympathy he didn't receive from Alt Gabriel or anyone else for the matter.

Helped him overcome the grief of loosing their mother and accepting that the self-harming behavior he's acting on (or both of them) is not something she would want for them.

There are 2 reasons why Alt Adrien couldn't get over his mother's death, and that's 1) because unlike our Adrien, Alt Adrien didn't try finding new happiness in friendship, and 2) because he too couldn't count on his remaining parent (Gabriel) which made him feel his mother's loss even worse.

Alt Gabriel could be the greatest hero of all time and he still would be a fucked up father because he was so busy being a saint that he apparently barely was a father. When alt Gabe cries in the sewer one would think he'd bring up his child as one of his main motivations, but no, he doesn't.

Because Hesperia is just as little characterized as a FATHER as Monarque.

That aspect of Gabriel didn't change.

Hesperia didn't even fucking know that his son is Griffe Noire either, how attentive to you think this man IS??

Alt Adrien goes on the same path as our Adrien and that's away from being emotionally dependent on his father - the way a 14 year old should normally ALLOWED TO BE bc thats NATURAL and how it's supposed to be - to make friends, but most importantly he sure as hell went on being emotionally dependend on HIS Maribug the way our Adrien was/is

Especially the last picture is extremely telling (and one would think our Marinette would finally start paying attention bc Griffe Noire's change right in front of her eyes is literally all she would need to help her fully understand HER Chat Noir's behavior and how that came to be. But apparently we can't ever have Marinette pick up on the most obvious stuff about Chat Noir's problems).

Unlike Toxinelle who is waving goodbye while holding Griffe's hand, HE is not acknowledging our dimension anymore even when he's the last one to enter the portal by a good bit, bc he's so fixated on his Maribug as his whole world bc just like our Adrien he's literally emotionally an orphan and needs an anchor like everyone else.

Good chance that Toxinelle thinks they're just normally holding hands and she's merely going in first, but no, he is letting her lead him out. He doesn't care whats behind or ahead of him, he's just seeing her.

Alt Gabriel is an awful father and you can tell because Alt Adrien literally has to re-settle in life similar to an orphan while his father is still alive and living in the same damn house!

THAT'S what decides if Alt Gabriel is an awful father, NOT him running around as a charming hero. The quality of parenthood is NOT measured by how "good of a person" the parent is, it's measured by the child's fucking well-being

And I don't know if you noticed it by now, but this is the same logic as our Gabriel being hailed a hero after his death. The special already elaborates on this new angle of Gabriel suddenly being a "hero" while he very clearly was a monstrous failure of a father (and person).

So what side are YOU gonna be on here?

Are you going to victim blame Adrien by just declaring Gabriel Agreste a great, blameless and loving father now because that's what you're being told at face-value while the narrative conveniently plays the case in Gabriel's favors by removing all of them from the dimension they are actually from so his faults are being mostly covered up, and Adrien's looks worse without its proper context of their home-dimension and father-son dynamic

Or are you going to fucking LOOK at the child this amazing hero is emotionally abandoning on a daily in way too many ways and ask yourself if that's the result of a competent and attentive parent?

#ml spoilers #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ml paris spoilers #keeping up with the agrestes #The way people take Gabriel's side in a heartbeat in this and s5 is one disgusting spectacle to behold guys #Keeping it classy with abuse apologia just bc the abuser now has a shiny coat and is being called a hero

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Sokka & Zuko- The Invisible Winner of the Kataang/Zutara Debate.

Please don't take this as "Shipping War Bait", I'm doing a character analysis of ATLA about my opinion on which close Zuko relationship makes the most sense!

I feel like fandom treated Zuko/ Sokka as a crack ship but like?? That's never made sense to me.

Firstly I personally think that Aang will always remember how the fire nation destroyed his people. No matter how much he consciously says he forgives Zuko (& the fire nation) I would BET that unconsciously there's still something deeply hurt in Aang that can never truly be healed about that. As a result, Aang would not be able to LOVE Zuko as close as his other relationships. It's one of those hard to swallow pills but it's just how I interpret the characters. Aang's body has that bias, the deepest parts of his mind won't ever forget the horrific fact that his people are dead because of Ozai, and Zuko is Ozai's firstborn.

I know Aang's whole thing is that he preaches forgiveness, but here's the thing... We aren't always aware of how deeply our trauma affects us. Sometimes you don't hold a conscious bias against people... You hold an Unconscious bias. And to me, Aang holding an unconscious bias against Zuko, and not being as close to him, makes sense.

Toph could honestly work with Zuko, I think she's also a good contender for closest relationship. Though I see it in either a platonic or romantic sense (depends on the vibe). I think there could be a bit of 'fandom implicit bias' there in having Zuko and Toph constantly presented as platonic only. Like, Toph is disabled, she's blind... Do we ever question that maybe we don't like putting her with people romantically because she's disabled? Is Katara the one people ship Zuko with romantically- because Katara is more traditionally attractive? Toph is short, stocky, has short hair, is brash, and blind... Like, there's a chance she doesn't get the same treatment as Katara because she's not traditionally attractive in the way Katara is.... Something to think about.

-All that being said, I like Toph and Zuko as having a close bond either romantically or platonically. I think it's funny that they're both born rich kids, I think it's funny that they only have one fully functioning eye between them (and the comedy and hijinks that leads to). And they do work really well together throughout the show, Toph forgives Zuko when he accidentally burns her feet. And Zuko clearly appreciates how chill Toph is- she doesn't have PERSONAL bias towards Zuko as the son of the Fire Lord, in the way that the other three do.

Moving on to Katara, I have a similar sort of feeling there. It's made obvious that Katara SAW her mother die at the hands of the fire nation. It was traumatic, it was horrific, and because she was a child watching it- that is likely a DEEP core memory. In the context of the show, Zuko helps Katara find the man who killed her mother, because it's sort of a levelling of the scales. It doesn't even make Katara LIKE Zuko, it makes her neutral towards him. He helped her to basically right a wrong (that's her perspective). So yeah- for the same reasons, I've just never been convinced that Zuko and Katara could have a strong and intimate relationship because of the deepness of Katara's trauma. It takes a significant amount of time in terms of the show for her to even start talking and trusting Zuko at all. Doesn't FEEL like good romantic potential to me.

But Sokka, Sokka is the best fit of them so far. The thing is, Zuko and Sokka have a lot of different experiences- but shared values. Consider the things they've had to deal with, Sokka had to handle a huge level of grief & pressure as he quickly became responsible for his family and community at a noticeably young age. Then consider how that parallels (it is not THE SAME, but there is a PARALLEL) to Zuko's abuse & exile. They're both young men, they're both conditioned to think they should be a certain way (Sokka a warrior, Zuko a tyrant). Sokka is creative & inventive, which mirrors how Zuko has to create a new emotional source for his fire bending- once again, these are parallel elements of their characters, and demonstrate how they could relate to each other.

Sokka as a character is also slightly more separated from the association between the fire nation and the death of his mother- compared to Katara. Once again, she saw it happen right in front of her as a small child, Sokka was slightly older when the event happened, and didn't see it first hand.

There are some more generic elements of their characters that might suggest gay subtext; such as Sokka's hypermasculinity being a masking behaviour so no-one would think he's attracted to men. (Most people understand why that is; but if you don't know- leaning into very masculine things as a man, can make it feel like people won't question your assumed "straightness").

But I think what I've touched on is more relevant because it's very much tied to THESE specific characters, and how they interact, and how they could relate to each other.

TLDR; Zuko and Sokka work as a ship cos they have less things stopping them (barriers to intimacy & trauma to heal from). And they have probably the highest relatability to each other's lives, allowing them to trust each other and open up, compared to the other characters.

#ATLA #zukka #atla zukka #sokka x zuko #writing analysis #character analysis #character study #shipping #ship discussion #Please don't start huge fights about this #It's not supposed to be an attack #It's supposed to be a deconstruction of the relationships #I just hope people understand that

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sokkadora · 20 days

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Domestic life with Crosshair😇

obvious — crosshair x fem!reader

summary: crosshair’s still adjusting to the calm, peaceful day to day life on pabu after his time during the war, in the empire, and on tantiss. but you’re there to help him; always.

a/n: this took too long dude 😭

wc: 1k

warning(s): angst/fluff, crosshair self doubt :(, DOMESTICITY!!!!

︿︿︿︿︿︿ ✎ᝰ . . . .

Since the moment he’d arrived back with the group, you’d been gentle with him.

Not abrasive or standoffish– like his brothers had been to him, but when Omega told you all the full story of how they escaped, you’d taken her at face value and welcomed him as she did.

Like everything was almost still the same as before he had left.

You’d been patient with him– so patient that it made his heart squeeze at the warmth, love, and fondness that clearly came with every word and action that it gave him no reason to be on guard around you. Everything was almost as it was before, at least, if his hands would stop tremoring.

Even now, he can acutely hear you grunting as you hop down the rocks of the island the Batch had found refuge on, and he knows you’re coming to bring him back to the small home the inhabitants of Pabu had offered the both of you after you slowly fell together again.

Instead, he focuses on the fruit AZ-1 holds up meters ahead for him to use for practice, grunting as the blaster bolt once again misses it’s target.

“Cross!”

He sighs softly, lowering his blaster and turning to you. You straighten out your clothes, far more relaxed than him in his armor. Smiling at him as you jog over to his perch on a rock.

He hums as you finally take your place next to him. He takes a moment to breathe you in as you absorb the sight in front of you; he’d only been gone for a handful of hours without you by his side, but he already notices the warmth your presence brings into his life. Even without saying a word.

You rest a hand on his shoulder, waving AZ in. “I came to bring you in,” You explain as he rises, your hand gently falling from his shoulder to his hand. Cold, bony, and a bit shaky, but the second it rests in yours, it warms and his tremors calm. “I just finished up dinner, and the others are eating.”

“You could’ve just commed me, cyare.” A small smile tugs at his lips at the sight of your bashful smile, eyes turning downward to your joined hands.

“I know,” You tuck a hair behind your ear, “I just wanted to get you myself. I figured we could enjoy some time alone while we walk home.”

Home.

Crosshair could never really define a place as his home. Not even Tipoca City. He’d been moving his whole life up until being confined on Tantiss, and now settling on Pabu. But getting you back, having his brother and his sister… he felt as if he could finally label something as his home.

He gently squeezes your hand, “Well, lead the way,”

The walk back was peaceful, hands always connected as the wonderful colors of Pabu’s sunset painted the two of you in beautiful warm hues when you finally reached your home and joined the others for dinner.

His favorite part of the day had to be finally crawling into bed and being able to hold you near him; something he realized that he took for granted every second after joining the Empire.

His arm tightly wound over your waist and head resting on your chest, he relished in the calm and steady beating of your heart. A grounding sound and feeling that this was real– and he actually made it out of the Empire’s grasp. But he still struggled with feeling that he deserved the love he was being given.

Your hand gently brushed over the scar on his head, such a featherlight touch that it sent chills down his spine, scooching closer to you. A soft chuckle rumbled from your chest as you moved to turn onto your side.

“You alright?” He asked gently, watching you slide further down the covers to tuck your head under his chin and pull yourself flush to his chest. When he started caressing the soft skin of your back, you nearly purred at the relaxing touch.

“I could ask you the same thing,” You said softly, eyes closing as you wrapped your arms around his waist. Pulling away, you let your chin rest on his sternum. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He sighed, beginning to pet your head softly. “You know I’m not good at talking about these things,” He says, half-expecting you to get mad at him for not completely opening up, but he’s not surprised at the patient and fond expression.

There’s that goddamn patience again.

He scans your face a little longer before caving. If he wants this relationship to work– to be able to persevere through anything, he has to be open. With and for you; you have his heart in the palm of his hand without even knowing. And you’ve had it since the beginning.

“I’m just…” He sighs softly at the gentle rubbing on his side, “I don’t feel like I deserve this- this family. This home, the peace that comes with it– your love and forgiveness– after everything I’ve done. You trusted Omega the moment she told you about Tantiss, and you’ve been frustratingly understanding. I just… don’t understand why.”

You hum, leaning into his palm as it stops petting your head and moves to cup your cheek. “I trusted Omega because I know you, Crosshair.” Turning your head, you kissed the callused palm of his hand, causing his breath to hitch. “And I’ve waited for you to come home. Now that you are, I’m not taking a second of time with you for granted ever again. I forgave you because I wanted to, but also because you needed it. I would endure it all again if it meant I got to this moment; to be able to get here again with you.”

You’re his home.

He realizes, eyes widening softly at your words. He realizes you’re all he’s ever needed as he leans down and kisses you.

#crosshair x reader #zoe’s works #my works

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tillytimeblog · 20 days

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if the sea of monsters was the book where i thought the ending was mostly good vibes, the battle of the labrynth is the opposite. i mean all of percy’s friends are going through something personally traumatic/devastating at some point. some of these things get resolved, and some…don’t.

tyson meets his hero, but briares is a shell of himself and even when tyson risks his life to save briares, briares still has given up all hope and just walks out on tyson and the rest of the group. plus tyson finds out the rest of the hundred handed ones have faded into nothingness. we don’t really get much insight into tyson but you can tell it’s constantly on his mind because a lot happens between meeting briares and meeting hephaestus yet tyson feels that is the one very important thing he has to talk about.

clarisse had found chris, driven to madness by minos in the labrynth, and can do nothing but watch him slowly deteriorate worse and worse. we only get a glimpse of chris’s condition but it’s obvious it’s bad, which makes seeing clarisse’s private care for him and her softest side for the first time hurt all the more. clarisse is another person we don’t get much insight to at all, but we know her own experiences in the labrynth plus what happened to chris was enough to make her storm out of the council and swear off the labrynth forever, plus make percy promise to kill daedalus on sight.

rachel only really shows up towards the end, but being thrown into the deep end in the world of monsters getting held captive by swordpoint in the arena plus witnessing pan’s death as the daughter of a huge land developing father is obviously a lot to handle for her. plus she is totally aware of the impact she is having on percy and annabeth’s relationship (way more than percy does) and she clearly doesn’t want to make things rough for them at all, yet she still leaves needing reassurance from percy and a agreement to stay in touch, almost like a lifeline. percy was her sole introduction to the whole truth about the world of monsters after all.

speaking of pan…poor grover, man. his whole life’s ambition was to find pan and save the wild, and he arrives just in time to see the very end of pan’s life. honestly, grover gets a lot of development we only see a glimpse of too. he gets a girlfriend (juniper rocks btw), he spends months out searching, he stands up to the council of cloven elders multiple times, and he takes up the burden of saving the wild upon himself and any satyrs or others willing to listen to him. annabeth says it best when she says grover is growing up, he really is the most mature of the group and he shows it by chanelling his grief into more productivity than anyone else

nico is dealing with his sister’s death very poorly, seeking solace in the worst places (minos) and placing blame where it shouldn’t go. he’s just so, so angry and distraught on the outside and the inside, for numerous reasons. there’s really isn’t a lot to say about him that isn’t already said in the book tbh, nico gets a lot of attention because nico is the number one thing on percy’s mind besides the quest since he feels responsible for nico running away. so we get a lot of explicit nico content as opposed to implicit content for tyson/clarisse/grover. i will say that nico being convinced by minos into going back into the maze specifically to save percy, only to be tricked and captured, hurts much more knowing what we learn about nico much later on

and then there’s annabeth. man, she just has it so, so rough and it hurts so much to read all the different ways life has it in for her. she’s chosen to lead her first quest, the thing she’s wanted to do since she was seven, and everything about it is just terrible. we don’t know this until the next book but luke has already recently visited her and offered for them to run away together, and she turned him down. then she meets janus and is offered to make a choice, which definitely reminds her of the choice she made to leave luke behind. she gets her prophecy and the last line is ‘lose a love to worse than death.’ she’s so shaken by this and doesn’t tell anyone about it, not before or during or after the quest until the very end of summer when she tells percy. she chooses to travel in a group of four knowing it’s unlucky because she really needs the comfort of all the people who care about her. and then she loses them all in the span of like, an hour. tyson and grover split from annabeth and percy even though annabeth is insistent splitting up is a bad idea, then percy blows himself and a volcano up right after annabeth kisses him for real for the first time. she has no one left, and she feels like she has failed. all she can do is go back to camp half blood and cry and wait. for two whole weeks!! for two weeks she probably thought that all three of the people she had left in the world had died because they came with her on the quest!!! or percy at the very least, since grover and tyson could just be stuck in the maze. but percy is absolutely presumed dead, since he ends up crashing his own funeral. annabeth gets to be happy the guy she kissed is back for all of maybe five minutes, because she first realizes he was stranded with calypso and then he tells her his plan to navigate the maze is to call up the cute mortal girl he barely knows so she can do the thing annabeth, daughter of athena, couldn’t. nice going percy. how do you not realize why annabeth is mad at you, dude? anyways, after all that…luke becomes host to kronos. which he warned annabeth about. which wouldn’t have happened had annabeth chose to run away with him and escape his destiny. and because of that choice to not run away again, the guy who was her family after she ran away originally is gone for good. and then what does she do after telling percy the final line of her prophecy, and making enemies with hera? she runs away. before percy has the chance to say something and try to bridge the distance between them. why? we don’t know for sure since it’s percy’s pov and not hers. maybe it’s because they haven’t been able to talk about luke all summer. maybe it’s because percy told rachel he’d like to keep in touch. maybe her heart couldn’t bear to hear him say anything about luke, or rachel, or the two of them. or maybe it’s because she had already read the great prophecy years ago, and knew no matter what he could say or promise, percy was fated to die a year from now anyway.

#pjo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #grover underwood #tyson #nico di angelo #clarisse la rue #rachel elizabeth dare #luke castellan #battle of the labyrinth #this took over an HOUR to write but it needed to be said #because damn is annabeth going through it

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bellascool · 1 year

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cheating?

PABLO GAVI.

posted : 11/04/2023 (European date)

masterlist

request open!

english is not my first language, I apologize for the mistakes.

•

"I love you honey I'll be there very soon!"

Your voice echoed on the, you thought so, empty house you shared with your boyfriend.

He was supposed to be at training until 6pm but oh honey, what you didn't know was that he came home sooner since Xavi had to go to a meeting, freeing the players 3 hours earlier.

Pablo just closed the door and immediately froze after hearing you sweet talking to someone, God knows who.

"My boyfriend will never know about it baby, he's at training you can come whenever you want" you said with a sweet voice

You were laying on the king sized bed, your stomach was facing the mattress and you couldn't see the wide opened door, thinking you closed it.

Who was the person you were talking with?

Pablo couldn't believe that you would cheat on him and decided to keep listening just in case.

"Yeah you can come, he won't even notice" you loudly laughed

Even in that situation, your laugh still sounded like heaven to his ears and he found himself smiling without even noticing.

But his smile faded as fast as it appeared when he remembered what he just heard.

Without making any noise, he went in the laundry room to hide so he can catch you doing what you were trying to desperately hide from him.

He went on his phone while waiting but it didn't really help him to kill the time since all he could think about was "what just happened?".

Several minutes, who felt like hours, later the bell finally rang which made the Spanish boy put his phone on the ground, slowly getting up as you ran downstairs.

He watched through the doorway and saw you happily opening the door before hugging someone and leaning in to kiss them.

He couldn't believe it, it was happening.

It was too hurtful to keep watching so he turned around to take his phone back but was cut off by a bark.

He quickly left the room and followed the sound he just heard, leading him to the living room where he saw you laying on the couch, a German Shepherd comfortably sleeping next to you as you watched-

Peppa Pig?

"is she on drugs?" He thought to himself

"Y/n?" He finally dared to speak

The sound of his voice made you jump from your place, waking up the dog who was peacefully asleep.

"Oh my God you scared the hell out of me" you said as you tried to breath correctly, putting a hand on your chest

"What are you doing and who's dog is that?" he asked clearly confused

"Meet Mia, she's the cutest dog and I'm babysitting her for Maria, she went on a date with her boyfriend" you explained as if it was obvious

"So.. you're not cheating on me?"

You looked at him as if he just said the most stupid, toe curling, hair snatching thing.

"What the fuck no? Why would you say that?"

"Okay it may sound crazy but I may have listened to the whole interaction with the dog when you were FaceTiming your friend and it is possible that I hid to see if it was true. But again, this may have not happened at all." he said not breathing once while speaking

"Oh wow, I see how it is now you don't even trust me" you turned around, patting the dog's head as she slowly fell asleep again

"Wait no that's not what I wanted to say, I promise I trust you with all my life" he tried to apologize but you kept silent

"Y/n don't do this to me I swear I love you please don't be mad at me" he apologized as he made his way to you, collapsing next to your body before wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging it tightly as he put his head on your stomach

That's when you took the opportunity and put your arms on the back of his head, chocking him in your belly

"Now that's what you get for believing that I would cheat on you, you bitch" you laughed as he tried to get out of your grip but you just kept pushing him further in

You laughed harder and harder to a point where you didn't even have the strength to keep him in place

He snitched out of your arms, breathing heavily when you just kept laughing

Soon enough, he joined you in your laughter, forgetting the dog who was just staring at you in complete confusion

After a few minutes, you calmed down and pressed start on the remote so you can go back to watching the best show ever : peppa pig.

"Baby do we seriously have to watch a pig live her life?" he asked while laying back on your stomach

"Yes shut up" you just said now fully concentrated

•

You jumped when you heard the sound of the door bell

You didn't even realize that you three fell asleep watching some kids series.

You looked at the time on your phone, it was 6pm which means that Maria should get her dog back now.

You silently stood up and pet Mia who then followed you to the door, leaving Pablo alone as he was dead asleep

You opened the door to be met by your friend smiling

"Hi Maria, how was the date?" you asked smiling as she put you in a quick embrace

"Really nice, I'll tell you everything later, how was Mia?" she asked while petting her beloved dog who also seemed happy to see her

"Oh she was lovely, she can come back anytime!" you just smiled

"Thank you for babysitting her Y/n, I owe you one!"

"Don't worry about it, it was my pleasure"

You quickly said goodbye before closing the door and laying back down next to the spanish boy who was awake now

" ¿por qué te fuistes? (why did you leave)" he asked weakly while opening his arms so you can get back in

"I had to give Mia back" you whispered as you got comfortable in his arms, your head resting on his chest ad you fell back to sleep with his heartbeat who sounded like music to your ear

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sunaluv · 2 years

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[admit your faults]

in which suna doesn’t realise what he’s done until you’re gone. cw: angst, swearing, suna being an idiot

part 2 here

honestly wrote this bc I'm sick of the angst where you always forgive him likeeee grow a backbone...

suna made a mistake. a huge one.

honestly, looking back, he doesn't know why he found it so difficult to admit his wrongdoings.

the volleyball boys had just secured another win to their endless streak, your boyfriend playing a major role.

the whole journey home had been filled with high spirits and the boys whooped and hollered. sadly, you couldn't make it due to the brutal assignments dumped on you. rintaro will admit, he was upset that you wouldn’t be there and he was in a bit of a slump during the first set, but he quickly got over it.

the bus pulled in, and the boys were getting ready to leave after a short brief from their coach.

“rin!” a feminine voice called to him as he was leaving.

he turned around just in time to see their manager swing her arm around his neck, rubbing his head affectionately.

“well done on the win today! you really stepped up your game.” she teased. “what was up with you during the first half anyways?” her chipper voice held a teasing tone.

“It was nothing, my girl couldn't come to see me is all.” the mention of you made her brows furrow.

“thats a shame,” she was now rubbing his arm affectionately, her face inching towards his.

had someone walked in just then, you wouldn't be surprised if they were together. the tender gazes, the faint blush on the both of them and the closeness of their faces.

“rintaro.” you called from the doorway. the anger in your tone snapped both of them out of their trance and they both turned to you.

he made his way to you, a soft smile on his face, which you didn't bother to return. first sign that he fucked up.

you wouldn’t say your boyfriend was dumb, but he had to be if he couldnt notice his managers obvious advances on him.

“hey baby,” he quickly wrapped an arm around you, lightly pecking your forehead. “lets go?”

you didn't say anything, but allowed him to lead the way.

the sky started to darken by now, and barely anyone remained in the school. the sound of your shoes hitting the dirt path was the only thing heard in the tension filled air.

“whats up with you?”

“are you seriously asking me that right now?” you seethed.

he stopped, seemingly surprised by your tone.

you've told him multiple times that his manager had a massive crush on him. you told him all about how she’s set you up to look bad, how she’s constantly squeezing herself into his dms and the both of you were even there when she admitted she had an infatuation with your boyfriend.

however, he brushed it off telling you you were overreacting and that he'll be more direct with her.

‘be more direct with her’ my ass.

“what did i do?” he seemed oblivious.

“so you’re just gonna let her rub all up on you like that?” there was no stopping you now. “You said you’ll tell her straight up that you dont like her, unless you were lying?”

He turned to stand in front of you, hands grabbing both of your arms. “What are you talking about? Calm down babe”

“dont tell me to calm down,” you shrugged out of his hold, taking a step back “you’re making me look like a fucking idiot, i have everyone telling me my boyfriend is a two timer how do you think that makes me feel.”

like a smack in the face, he winced and retreated a little. “she's just really friendly i don't-”

“my ass,” you stressed. He didn't seem to understand why you were so angry. “you know damn well if i let osamu rub up on me like that, you'd throw a fit.”

“that's different” he seemed to find his voice now. “He clearly has a crush on you.”

oh boy, you could laugh in his face so hard right now.

but you opted for a light chuckle. “listen to yourself. honestly, i cant keep doing this with you, i can't be with someone who makes me feel this pathetic.”

you started to tear up, backing away from him. his mind immediately went to the worst case scenario.

‘nonono don't do this to me, i'll do better!’ is what he wanted to say.

Instead he was silent.

“i'm breaking up with you. do what you want, entertain whoever you please, you’re free from the guilt now assuming you had any”

with that you left, leaving your now ex-boyfriend silently crying in the middle of the school grounds.

#suna x reader #suna angst #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x black reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna x you #suna x y/n #suna x reader angst #hq angst #hq x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 2 months

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What does alien an Harry think of Valentine’s Day?

He spends a whole day researching Valentine’s Day and when Y/N gets home, she’s fiddling with the keys to open the door when it suddenly unlocks and swings open on its own. Harry’s standing there, a bouquet of flowers tagged with a handwritten note in one hand, a huge tray of her favorite chocolates in the other, holding the gifts out like trophies as he smiles at her excitedly, though she can see nerves flicker across his face for a split second.

“Happy Day of Saint Valentine!”

She presses her lips together to suppress laughter, correcting him gently as she steps inside their apartment and shuts the door behind her. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Right. Sorry.” His gaze darts between the presents he’d gotten her, suddenly more self-conscious than before. His words come out more rushed than he wants them to, spewing clumsily as his wits fail him for some reason, as if she’s not already his girlfriend. “Will you be my valentine? I got you some candy and the flowers with a letter. I mean, the note says what I just said outloud anyways, but that’s the human tradition, right? The letter? With the plants and the food? That’s what everyone was doing at the store, so I figured it was a safe option. The lady said roses were the most popular choice for— why are you laughing?”

Y/N can’t stop herself from bursting into giggles this time around— not in a mocking way, just a soft sound of endeared amusement. He’s now looking at the items in his grasp like grenades instead of trophies, extending them out from his body as far as possible in her direction, as if he’s scared she’ll reject them and they’ll explode in his face.

“Yes, that’s the tradition.” She accepts the flowers and Ferrero Rochers gratefully, admiring the cursive handwriting on the card that he’d clearly practiced just for this moment. She smiles up at him warmly, eyes brimming with fondness. “And absolutely, I’d love to be your valentine. This is so sweet of you, H. Thank you.”

Harry’s shoulders slump in obvious relief, one of his arms falling back to his side as he scratches the nape of his neck with the hand on the other. He’s still radiating anxious energy, as if waiting for her to tell him he did something wrong.

Y/N ducks her head and takes a whiff of the roses, humming appreciatively at the pleasant scent. She arches one of her eyebrows at him, her tone playfully accusatory. “I’m guessing you spent the whole day researching this, didn’t you?”

Harry’s ears turn as red as the bouquet in her hands. “No.”

Her eyebrow inches up further. “No?”

He sighs in surrender. “Maybe.”

“You’re adorable.”

His sculpted cheekbones blossom with color, matching his ears. “I just didn’t want to make a mistake and ruin it.”

Y/N leans forward onto the tips of her toes and plants a delicate kiss onto his twitching lips. “It’s perfect, baby. Best Valentine’s Day gift ever.”

Harry finally feels the churning in his stomach subside, her reassuring gesture funneling all the angst right out of his system. Adapting to human customs hasn’t exactly been a smooth transition for him— each time a new holiday comes up, his curiosity leads him into digging up every aspect of it, which could take him hours of concentration and memorization. It feels like learning to walk all over again.

It’s all so new and so foreign, it makes him question how much he actually knows about the universe. He can spew endless facts about countless stars, galaxies, and planets in the sky, he can build and operate technology beyond human comprehension, and he can speak a dozen interstellar languages from civilizations most people can’t fathom exist. The potential that he could have misunderstood a simple practice dedicated to celebrating love, which he knows from experience is a universal concept…

He’d never live down the embarrassment. He’s just happy he managed to get this one right without her assistance.

Y/N’s fingers sift between his own, squeezing his hand affectionately as she situates her gifts into the nook of her free arm. She tugs him away from the door, slowly backing towards the living room as she grins at him knowingly. “Why don’t you tell me what you learned?”

Harry’s legs move of their own accord, obeying her silent order. He follows her almost numbly, his body buzzing under her attention. He racks his brain for all the information he’d forced himself to absorb just for her, reciting it like a lecture.

“Valentine’s Day celebrates Saint Valentine, who was martyred by the Roman Empire.” He frowns as an afterthought. “Sad story.”

“Mm.” Y/N agrees, carefully sets her belongings down on the coffee table, pulling him towards the couch. “Go on.”

“Christian soldiers were forbidden from marrying as persecution on behalf of the emperor. Despite it being dangerous and illegal, Valentine ministered weddings for them in secret; he believed love was a right no one should be denied.”

Y/N allows herself to fall back onto the sofa, the action yanking Harry forward as a result. She parts her knees and he stumbles to a halt between them, towering over her with his own knees pressed against the edge of the cushions.

His girlfriend gazes up at him below thick lashes, her expression casual and innocent, but he’s familiar with her antics well enough to know her intentions are anything but.

She blinks up at him patiently, her palms gradually working their way up and down the front of his thighs, massaging them temptingly. “Anything else?”

Harry ogles down at her, his face hot and stomach jittery. He may struggle with reading human behavior, but they’ve been in this position so many times to the point where he can sense her objective clear as day.

“Um…” His tongue feels like lead in his mouth. “He…He was arrested for his crimes and eventually executed. During his time in prison, he fell in love with a woman who used to visit him in confinement— the jailor’s daughter, I think.”

“And?” Y/N’s lithe fingers begin toying with the knot in Harry’s sweatpants, undoing the little bow daintily just to tease him. “What happened between them?”

Harry swallows thickly, his own fingers fidgeting under her sultry influence. “Right before he was executed, he wrote her a love letter. He signed it off with, “From your Valentine.” It’s where the whole tradition of writing valentines originated. Once a year, humans honor his sacrifice by celebrating with the people they love.”

“You got everything.” She notes, easing the waistband of his joggers down a bite to expose the coarse trail of hair along his lower abdomen. She leans forward and presses a wet, lingering kiss along the tinted skin, smiling against it when she hears his breathing hitch. “Smart boy.”

“I try.” He croaks sarcastically, chewing along the inside of his cheek as he clenches his firsts, warding off the impulse to bury his fingers into her hair.

“I have a gift for you, too.” Y/N murmurs, dispensing more sloppy pecks across his clenching tummy, her pillowy lips leaving behind a trail of fire in their wake. “Been waiting to give it to you all day.”

Harry can’t help the way his head lulls backward in bliss, hanging from his strong, taut shoulders as his inhales grow ragged and shallow. His eyes flutter shut as he swims in the feathery sensation of her touch, his mouth parting in a silent groan as her caresses descend even lower.

“I thought we could go out to dinner. Do something nice, y’know?” Y/N studies the heavy bulge forming through his boxers, her eyes glinting with hunger. “But I didn’t expect to see you waiting for me with those flowers, all giddy and nervous…I think we can postpone dinner for a bit, just so I can show you how well you did— so I can thank you. Properly.”

A low, gurgled moan filters from Harry’s parched throat, and the way his nails are digging into his palms in barely contained desperation only amps Y/N’s need to pleasure him.

“Is that okay with you?” She asks with feigned sincerity, as if he’d deny it. She proceeds to mouth along the outline tenting his briefs, reveling in how it jolts under her tongue. “Or do you want to wait until after dinner?”

A sharp, damp gasp rips from Harry’s heaving chest, and he can’t contain himself any longer. His hands grab at Y/N without permission, his long fingers raking into the roots of her hair and holding her in a steely grasp, eliminating any possibility of her drawing back.

His hips buck forward in distress, his body craving the feel of her silky tongue and filthy mouth. He needs to feel the way she laps at him, with shameless determination and experienced skill— the way she uses her lips to dismantle him entirely, gripping the back of his thighs to keep him in place as her head bobs feverishly, eyes watery as the edges of her mouth curl into a dirty grin around his cock. Needs to feel the way she digs her nails into his plush skin as she sucks and licks at the tip tauntingly, tracing sopping kisses down the veins that protrude along his length. Needs to hear her words of encouragement as she edges him towards release, goading him into making a mess— begging him to fill her mouth and get it all over her face.

All of Harry’s thoughts collapse together to form a single statement, which he utters in a gravelly voice through gritted teeth: “Fuck me.”

Y/N’s gaze sparkles with mischief, her fingers hooking along the hem of his underwear but not pulling down quite yet. She wants to make him work for it. “What was that?”

The garbled whine that escapes her boyfriend is full of so much bottled strife, it sends warmth flooding between her parted thighs.

“Fuck me.” He pleads, his accent deep and tattered, his grip on her locks tightening until stars dance across her vision. His head swings forward in order to lock eyes with her, his thick brows furrowed in deprived torment.

Under his white NASA t-shirt (which she’d gotten him as a joke when he first arrived), the alien hieroglyphic tattoos etched across the expanse of his chest begin to glow faintly. “Please?”

Y/N can feel her mouth begin to water in anticipation, and she’s nodding her head fervently in agreement before she can get a single syllable out. “Whatever you want, H. You—”

Her voice is suddenly cut off by Harry’s palm wrapping around her throat, his strength besting her due to her startled state. The dynamic of their encounter completely shifts as he tilts her face back harshly, holding her steady as he glowers down at her with a newfound darkness in the jade of his irises, the surrounding white glowing vaguely like the scripture on his body.

From the moment they started dating, it’s no secret that Harry usually favors being more submissive to her; he prefers to let Y/N take the reins most nights, based solely off the fact that she knows more about sex than he does. That preference also coincides with his nature— he’s reserved, quiet, and tends to fluster easily. It makes sense that he prefers letting someone else show him the ropes.

But Y/N is aware that his compliance is exactly that— a mere preference, and preferences can change over time. He can be dominating when he wants to, and though it took a while for Harry to be comfortable enough to reveal that side of himself, it most definitely exists.

Over the months they’ve been together, Y/N has taught him practically everything she knows, and over the last few weeks, Harry’s been taking authority of their sex life more and more frequently. She’s always more than happy to let him have it; it creates a sort of balance between them she didn’t know was missing. Having control over him is fun, of course, but giving up control to him is even more exhilarating, considering it’s newer territory.

She loves it, to say the least, especially when it’s sudden and unexpected. Such as now.

Y/N struggles to keep her composure in her boyfriend’s unyielding grasp, but she can’t deny the frothing at the pit of her stomach. Seeing him seize ownership like that— seeing him live up to his broad frame, chiseled features, and low register— satisfies her beyond anything else.

Her fingers crumple the fabric under her hands, balling into fists to hide the way she’s trembling with desire.

Harry ducks down, brushing his warm lips across her heated cheeks, the pad of his index finger admiring the outline of her Cupid’s bow. When he speaks, it weighs in low and dense, the way a humid fog would prickle her skin.

“You want to thank me, is that it?”

Y/N nods to the best of her ability, worrying the inside of her cheek with her teeth the same way he had earlier.

“I’ll show you how.” He rumbles, tapping the crescent atop her mouth lightly for significance. “Tongue out.”

She obeys without hesitation, ungluing her chapped lips and sticking her tongue out as far as it will go. Her whole face stings at the prospect of what’s going to happen next.

Sure enough, Harry moves his vice grip from her jugular to her jaw, keeping her in place as he spits into her mouth roughly. She winces at the merciless action, but there’s a certain electricity behind her eyes that shows she’s thoroughly relishing it.

“That should help some, hm? It’ll give some slip, make things go smoother.” He coos mockingly, a nasty smirk shadowing his features. “Are you going to thank me for that, as well?”

Though he phrases it as a question, Y/N can read between the lines— in truth, it’s a command.

Her voice is a frayed whisper. “Yes.”

Harry’s brows quirk into an expectant expression. “Go on, then. Thank me.”

Her lashes shudder as she collects her bearings. “Thank you.”

Harry squeezes her face in entertained acceptance, dusting a soft kiss to her sweaty forehead, the action drastically contradicting his others. “Such a good girl.”

The whimper that claws out of her is borderline pitiful. If her ears hadn’t revealed that to her, the cruel simper on her boyfriend’s face surely would have.

“Now how about you show me what that pretty mouth can do, and then maybe after dinner, I’ll return the favor.”

#alienrry #it’s not much but it’s honest work.jpg #alienrry: 🎶 I just flipped a switch 🎶

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