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eccentricwritingbaby · 1 month

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thank you

charles leclerc x reader

summary - reader has been stressed from work, leading charles to give her comfort.

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letting out a deep sigh, you begin your long trek up the stairs to yours and your boyfriends shared apartment. work had been kicking your ass recently, and charles knew it - it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out.

you had been lightly moody, working later hours than usual, tired, quiet, and so much more. it visibly countered your usual personality of bright and bubbly, passionate about your work, and confident in your ways.

charles held an understanding and empathetic response to your recent behavior, he too had rough relationships with work - he knew how draining it can get. and everytime he broke, you were there to pick up the pieces - you were his rock and now it was his turn to be yours.

it was the beautiful give and take that prospered in your love, when one of you could only give thirty percent in your ways, the other made up the seventy. your recent loss of effort, not for lack of trying to give your all, had made charles step up to the plate.

your jingle of keys outside alerted charles of your entrance before your presence even appeared. once inside, charles looked up at your slumped figure leaning against the wall, struggling to remove the heels on your feet.

he slid off the couch, meeting your form at the door, and dropping down to a knee. his left hand slid up your right calf and placed the heel on his knee. his hands began to remove your shoe and once the right heel was discarded, he tapped his leg again and motioned for your other foot. you switched weight to your right and placed your left foot onto his knee as he began to gently remove the other shoe. with the heels safely placed on the ground and off your aching feet, charles brings himself back up to his full height and begins to remove your jacket and purse. with those then hung onto the rack by your door, he reaches behind you and locks up, proceeding to then grab your hand softly and lead you to the bedroom.

you trail behind him quietly as he opens and shuts the door to your bedroom. once inside, he guides you to sit on the chair of your vanity in the room because according to yourself ‘outside clothes are not allowed on the bed’ which is heavily enforced in your home.

charles begins to disappear into the shared closet and reappears with your favorite loungewear, his tshirt and his sweatpants. once you were fully dressed, you were finally comfortable enough to break the comfortable silence between you two.

“thank you,” you whisper, looking up at your boyfriend through your lashes. he stalks over to you, pulling you closer by your waist, giving you a chaste kiss to your lips.

“not necessary, amour,” he replies, “what do you need from me, y/n?” sincerity and concern are laced in soft tones throughout your boyfriends voice. you could tell he was yearning to help you, aching to give you comfort, hoping his actions would bring you back with light. you wanted to give it to him, wanted to feel like yourself again - but you couldn’t.

and charles understood that with one look into your eyes. “okay, amour, okay,” he replies to your non-verbal answer.

“i’m sorry, char,” you fell into his arms fully, him quickly reacting by wrapping his own around you tightly. he presses multiple kisses to the top of your head and drops one hand to run it down your back.

“you have nothing to be sorry for, feeling like this is normal. i just ask that you take care of yourself - that’s all i want,” you reposition your head as he speaks to you in order to look up at his face, he tilts his head down and gives you a small smile, “now how about we get some food into you, huh?” he adds on with an encouraging smile.

“i’m not that hungr-”

“nuh-uh,” he cuts you off, “you’re eating,” he shakes his head as he looks down at you, still holding his smile, “now i don’t care what you eat, but you need to eat, ok?”

and for the first time that entire day, you smiled. a real genuine smile. charles felt as though his heart grew as it rapidly beat in his chest. two and a half years together and you still gave him butterflies, even after a simple smile.

“okay, i’ll eat,” you answer, “what should we have?”

“anything you want, baby,” charles gave you a light tap and squeeze to the bum as he ushered you out of your bedroom and into the kitchen.

your mood had instantly increased since you walked through the door of your apartment. trading the bright fluorescent lighting in the office to the dim, candle and lamp-lit apartment that your boyfriend had kindly arranged. the little things that he constantly did always left you at ease. even if it were as simple as the lighting.

you both walked into the dimly lit kitchen as charles led you to sit at the stool in front of your kitchen island. walking around the counter, your doting boyfriend began to rummage through the cabinets in search of a proper meal for you both.

“love, i think we have some ramen in the top cabinet,” you offer up, “i am not going to feed you ramen after your tough day, y/n,” he gives back.

“but i like ramen,” you whine lightly. and you did. was it what you preferred after a day of only sneaking bites here and there of your breakfast bagel and stale black coffee? no. but neither of you cook perfectly, and you were not about to leave your apartment after your day.

“fine, but just know that i protested,” he held his hands up to feign his innocence before he continued, “i like ramen too, but you deserve the good restaurant ramen after the day you had, not the packet that we don’t even dress up well,”

“then let’s dress it up!” you cheer, giving charles what he had been wanting this past week - your sparkle. it’s in your eyes, your smile, and your soul. he can feel the real you, the bright you, coming to the surface - and he would be damned if he didn’t do everything in his power to keep it there.

“okay, cherie, get the eggs and spring onions out of the fridge for me, please,” he laughs out his request because of your lightened behavior.

you hop off the stool and head to the fridge with a skip. charles admires you as he retrieves the pots and pans for your cooking adventure. he knew you both wouldn’t be able to do the food justice, but the time together was everything he always looked forward to. low music on in the background, dim lighting and candles lit, quiet instructions being passed between the two of you, horrible dance moves being executed, butchered singing and corny jokes. it was his favorite time with you. your work, his work, fan drama, family drama - it was all forgotten. you both had entered your self care bubble and were working on gaining joy back into the commonality of life.

after the noodles and other ingredients were simmering on the stove, you reached around charles to grab bowls and chopsticks for your dinner and his hands found home to your waist. the bowls and utensils were then set on the counter and you spun in his hold. charles bent down, reaching your lips with his own and you hummed in approval.

when you broke for air, his forehead stayed connected to your own and you whispered once again, “thank you,”

“always, amour”

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tlouadditc · 7 months

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take care of you.

warnings: smut [MEN AND MINORS DNI!], kinda gross desc of injury, ellies a pervert LMAOOO, small argument. ??, lowkey rushed but idc, slight choking mention, filthy mouth ellie ™️, scissoring, no official dynamic?? idk

its the last couple of hours in your small infirmary. its dark and muggy, but finally quiet. your shirt, slightly unbuttoned, and sleeves rolled to the top of your forearms as you work through the thick air. the patrols had been getting attacked all day, and god, you never thought the day would end.. but here you were, putting the last couple of boxes of gauze.

suddenly, you hear footsteps, and a faint male voice. "c'mon, we're almost there," the voice says. the voice is accompanied by a slight pained groan. the door busts open, a limping auburn woman gripping onto a tall, young man. you immediately recognize the two: jesse and ellie, your best friends.

"hey," jesses breathes, setting ellie onto the tile floor. there's scuffs all over him, a small cut sitting next to his eye. "ellie was- huff- she got stabbed in her calf," he explains. ellie wriggles in pain, face scrunched up as she sinks into the floor. "she'll fuckin' bleed out if she doesn't get something. i really have to go but please, please take care of her. i know you're supposed to be leaving right now but everyone else is gone."

you sigh heavily before reluctantly nodding. "thank you, y/n." he looks back at ellie, "hey, take care. i'll see you later."

jesse leaves, door frantically slamming behind him. you set the bed again, a protective sheet laying against the firm mattress. you walk over to where ellie resides, a sympathetic expression written on your face. "c'mon, tough girl," you say, kneeling down and throwing your arm across your shoulders. "let's get you onto the bed."

she hisses in pain as she rises and lays her weight onto you. it's only a few steps before she's plopped onto the bed, crawling to the top to lay her head on the pillow. as she lays back, you see the blood seeping through her jeans. theres a dark, soaked hole where the knife went through on her right calf. you speak as you don your gloves; "this is gonna hurt but i just need to see how bad it is, m'kay?"

she nods, breath getting jagged as you push her jeans up to her knee. the sight is horrendous; it's almost as if her calf got ripped open. the blood is still seeping out of the medium sized gash. if the knife would've went any deeper, she would've died of blood loss. "my god," you whisper, still assessing the damage.

"is it that bad?" she asks, arms above her head.

"i-" you sigh and gather your thoughts. "it's bad, yeah, but with a few stitches, you'll be back in no time."

she sighs with relief. you start gathering materials and your gear. "gonna need you to either pull your pants above your calf or take them off completely," you say, focusing on getting the materials. while getting the needle ready, you hear ellie's shirt hit the floor. when you turn around, she's left in her black sports bra. her chest moves up and down as she heavily breathes.

"hot as hell in here," she explains, a slight chuckle following the statement. she attempts to take her pants off, stopping right above the gash. you help her completely remove them and leave her in only her sports bra and boxers. the sight alone has a pool left in your bottoms.

you breathlessly giggle, "i agree. they need to get that AC running."

you lay all the materials next to her, "just a warning, this is gonna hurt, okay?" she nods, grabbing the pillow from behind her head and placing it between the grip of her two toned arms. she bites the pillow, in case she needs to muffle her sounds.

as you slowly thread the needle through her skin, a groan fills the room. "s-sorry," she apologizes. you go through the other side of the gash, running the thread through her skin. a string of curses leave her mouth as you continue, sometimes even a moan escaping her lips. you try to keep a composed demeanor as you finish off, attempting to ignore the second heartbeat in your pants.

as you wrap the protective layers of gauze around the stitched skin, she whispers, "sorry for all this," she chuckles, sitting up. "it's okay," you respond. you're starting to put your materials back in the low cabinets of your room, bending over as you push a box to the back. you look back to grab another box, but instead, you catch ellie eyeing your ass. she tries to look away, but you're too fast. confused, you act like you didn't see anything.

after you're done cleaning, you let her know she'll need to stay off her right leg until she's completely healed and use crutches. "i think they already packed them up, so you can get them tomorrow."

an annoyed groan leaves her throat, "seriously?"

"sorry! you came in when literally everyone but me left."

she turns over, grabbing her shirt off the floor. "are you sure i can't just go home right now?"

"ellie."

she huffs again, now staring up at the ceiling. "can you at least take me home with you? i cannot stay here."

her frustration is apparent, her face heating up with anger with every second passing. somehow, even in the worse circumstance, she looks so.. flawless. her heavy breathing from the thick air and the sweat slowly dripping down her freckled skin only draw you in more and more.

"uh.. y/n?"

you realize you've been checking her out. not only that, but you haven't listened to a THING she's said. you attempt to recall what she's said, or at least find an excuse to why you were checking her out.

you clear your throat, "sorry, i, uh.. yeah, you can stay with me tonight."

"we're not passing the fact you were just eyeing me."

your face heats up, a wave of sheer embarrassment washing over you. as you turn away from her, you mumble, "like you weren't doing the same," only loud enough for you to hear. or so you thought.

"i'm sorry, what was that? speak up."

you don't know if it's the longevity of the day or the heat, but you're fed up. you spit back, "i saw you staring at my ass, ellie. i'm not fuckin' stupid."

her confident demeanor fades. it's almost as if she's shrunken down, small below you. "not so tough now, hm?" you tease.

she attempts to get up, but before she can place another foot down, you slightly push her back onto the bed. "uh-uh," you warn, "you can't walk on that. and you're not leaving this conversation."

"what the fuck is your deal?" she hisses, moving your hand off her shoulder. "i can limp home at this point. you're pissing me the fuck off."

"oh, you were just asking to stay with me, though? and you have some goddamn nerve to be mad at me when i just took my time and care to help you!" you and ellie are barely inches apart now, her hot breath fanning across your heated face.

ellie's eyes soften, searching yours. you do the same, and before you know it, your lips are on hers. soft and supple, the kiss says everything you both want to. she whimpers, like she's been yearning for this since forever. both of you explore each others bodies with your hands, ellie's cold hands caressing your tits under your shirt. she breaks the kiss, panting, smiling at your breathlessness.

"so much for being mad at me," she taunts. you smile, "shut up." looking at her boxers, a slight glistening shines underneath the overhead light. she follows your gaze, slightly blushing at how turned on she is. you say nothing, only running your middle finger across her slit as she gasps. her legs spread a bit, the damp crotch now exposed. "fuck," she whispers, now slightly humping your palm. so desperate, you think.

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before you know it, both of you sit in your room, naked and sweating. you straddle between ellie's open legs, cunt to cunt. wet, squelches and moans fill the room, bouncing off the walls. ellie guides your hips as you hold onto the edge of the bed.

"fuuuck," she moans, fingernails digging into your hips. her eyes are locked in on the rocking of your hips against hers, your folds meeting with hers before moving forward again. her hips buck up, matching your rhythm. small whimpers and sobs leave your mouth. "keep goin', pretty girl, keep making those sounds for me," she coos, heavily breathing.

everything she's whispering to you is downright filthy; she knows how to push your buttons, getting you even wetter with every movement. "yea, grind that little pussy on me, c'mon," she's gripping your ass now, taking complete control over you. your legs shake, hips aching from the repetitive motion. "need you to cum, yes, please," she's begging now, huffing as she moves one hand from your hip to your neck, making your choke a little. "look at me while you bust on me, baby," she's so so so desperate, her eyebrows furrowing over her emerald eyes. your orgasm hits you like a bus, eyes tearing up, your choked moans getting louder and more drawn out. the wetness coats your inner thighs as well as ellie's crotch.

after a while of heavy panting filling the room, you attempt to get up, legs wobbly from your overbearing orgasm. she giggles, "now im not the only one not being able to walk."

"shut up," you laugh.

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an; heyhey sorry for my fatass hiatus yall i am back i think! anyway hope yall enjoy + sorry anon for no tag i keep forgetting to respond to the asks..

#tlouadditc #ellie williams smut #the last of us smut #tlou fic #ellie williams #the last of us x reader #tlou2 smut #ellie x f!reader #ellie williams audio

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fayes-fics · 1 year

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Making an Heir

2k Celebration Masterpost

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: "An heir is needed...soon"

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, loss of innocence, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, breeding kink.

Word Count: 610 (ehhh closer to 250 than I was expecting tbh)

Authors Note: Tenth in my 2k follower celebration drabble request fills. This one is for @fiction-is-life prompt is the summary (ask here). Listen, it's me; you knew you were going to get breeding kink with a prompt like that, lol. I will dedicate an upcoming full-length fic to you to compensate for this being short - i.e. an actual drabble lol. Unbetaed. Enjoy! <3

He looms over you, so masculine and all-encompassing. You lay wide-eyed, panting, the pressure just… so much. Pleasant, definitely, but overwhelming. It feels like he is so deep inside you, you will never be the same again…

This - the marital act - is not at all what you were expecting. Your mother had tried to inform you, woefully ineptly as it turned out, of what to expect on your wedding night. But nothing could prepare you for when he disrobed, and you caught sight of his “member” engorged and red-tipped, almost angry looking. And then what he did with it.

Getting you to lie down on the bed and open your legs wide as he crawled between them and first pressed his fingers inside you, whispering sweet nothings, you crying out as he brought you to a place that made you float among the stars. Then he pressed inside you—the initial stab of pain ceding to pleasure. The blunt pressure and heat unlike anything you could articulate. And then he started to move, and all your could do was cling to him, shock and tingles running through your frame.

“Anthony…” you breathe his name, your hands clamped around his shoulders as his hot, wet lips map your cheek.

“Yes darling, you are doing so well,” he groans, sounding winded, wrecked, shaking with something. “Are you ready?”

“For what, my lord?” your brow knitting. You thought this was it. Surely there cannot be more to this act?

“For my seed, darling,” he chuckles, punctuating his sentence with a sharp thrust that makes your toes curl, hooking into his calf muscles.

“What is that?” you whisper between pants. He feels even steelier inside you now; you can barely form words.

“Oh my girl….” there is that chuckle again, almost menacing, “An heir is needed….soon.”

“This?!? This is how I come to be with child?” you are so utterly astounded you cannot stop your mouth from gaping open.

“Yes, darling. You will grow the next Viscount,” he explains warmly, running a hand down between your bodies and cupping your dewy but empty belly. “Right here. But only if you lay still and take my seed like a good girl. Will you do that for me?” he pants, an errant curl slipping over his forehead as he pounds into you.

“Yes, my lord, of course,” you rush obediently, eager to please your new husband.

“Good girl… good fucking girl…” he grunts, and then you find yourself screaming as his fingers drop between your legs, and he hits a spot that blinds you; rockets you again into a celestial plane outside of yourself.

Then you feel him curl around you, his mouth steaming a litany of praise as you flutter around him, wracked sobs as you fight to get air in your lungs, stolen by how huge he feels as you convulse around him.

“Take it,” he warns, jerking violently, then holding himself deep as he groans gutturally. “Stay down, my darling, don't move, take it all,” he murmurs, running his nose over your cheek as you feel something warm bloom inside you, his weight slumping onto you. “Well done, darling,” he compliments, pulling up slightly but still buried deep inside you as you feel his steeliness ebb away.

“What if it did not work, my lord?” you fret, running a hand down his handsome face.

“Do not worry. I will fuck you every day, all day, until you are with my child,” he assures with a handsome smile that catches your breath. Then he leans in and bites your earlobe as he slips from your body. “And even then, I won't stop. Ever.”

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shibaraki · 1 year

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TURNING PAGE ┊ MIDORIYA IZUKU

tags: GN reader, quirk accident (dubcon <- just to be safe), pining, friends to lovers, a tiny bit of angst, so much fluff, requited feelings, confessions of love

wc: 1.3K

Deku got hit with a quirk mid battle. You have long since learnt that assuming the worst before receiving more information isn’t helpful. Injuries and accidents are an inevitability in your line of work— if you started panicking every time a friend got hurt you’d send yourself to an early grave.

Love drunk, they called it. A quirk that inebriated it’s victims with overwhelming feelings of affection and lowered their inhibitions to a resounding zero. It was harmless, if not a little embarrassing, and it explained why the nurse you spoke to had steam coming out of her ears.

Getting Izuku back to his apartment was the hardest part. You couldn’t make it two minutes without him stopping to express his admiration. Always some innocuous thing; how the beech tree foliage dappled the sunlight, or a flock of birds danced in synchrony, or an elderly woman with a small dog travelled in her walker.

When he caught sight of Bakugo’s victorious snarl plastered across a billboard you had to fight tooth and nail to take his devices away, lest he start wailing down the phone about how proud he is.

That particular moment spiralled into an incoherent rant about what the word ‘best friend’ means to him and why it felt redundant— lacking, in a sense. “It’s not enough,” he slurred, a myriad of tears bubbling at his waterline that he valiantly tries to blink away. “I just care about them so much”.

You had almost lost your footing as he slung an arm around your shoulder, nose squished up against your temple and oblivious to the heat prickling over your cheeks. You count your blessings. At least it hadn’t been a sex quirk. Izuku loves hard and he feels with his whole body. You’re not sure you could handle him at lust. To get a taste of that would be irreversible; no doubt hurtful. This is difficult enough.

When you make it to his apartment Izuku seems to realise that if he releases the tension keeping him upright you’ll have to hold him at the waist and take his weight. Your abdomen clenches— his lips brush over the shell of your ear, muttering quiet praises, and a shiver rolls through you. You wished he would shut up and you wished he wouldn’t; your eyes, your laugh, your intelligence, your hands, the way your hips move, how you dance when you think nobody is looking, the smile you save for him, your courage and wit— you’ve heard enough.

It hurts.

You manage to get him to his bedroom. He's drunk, fumbling like he’d forgotten how to put one foot in front of the other. You press your lips thin and try not to laugh as he struggles with the apparent loss of dexterity.

Izuku laughs as you drop him unceremoniously onto his bed and the sound is incredible. Soft, drunken, wholehearted fits of giggles. Pink splotches bloom up his neck and cheeks, his body pliant in honeyed repose. Mossy curls stark against the cotton sheets. Izuku holds out his arms and makes childish grabby motions with his fingers.

“C’mere,” he murmurs with a tone too intimate for your heart. A voice meant for lovers. Thoughts zip through your mind a mile a minute. What on earth do you do with your hands when everything you’ve ever wanted is right in front of you? You’re shaken by the gravity of it.

Your conscience whispers that this isn’t real. The quirk will wear off in a few hours. Izuku will stutter through a red faced apology and return to a normal you’ll never be wholly satisfied with.

The silence draws longer than intended. Your tongue sits heavy behind your teeth. You don’t know what to do with yourself, but Izuku is merciless. He pushes up onto his hands with a dissatisfied hum and scoots to the edge of the bed. A fragile breath is caught in your chest when you feel his palm smooth up your calf, cupping the back of your knee, his thumb stroking back and forth.

Izuku presses the flat of his throat against your midsection, his chin between your ribs. He looks up, detailing the subtleties in your face, eyes squinted and hazy; you aren’t sure what to do with the wonder in them, how unashamed he's being. You’ve seen it somewhere before. Stupid man. It’s a look saved for art museums or a full moon or the love of your life. Not— not you.

“You’re so unfair,” you tell him.

Thick in his mouth, he asks, “Did I do something wrong?”

Innate as breathing, your hands find his cheeks, seeking to reassure him before you realise what you’re doing, and he pins you in place with the most benevolent little noise.

Curse the quirk database. There had been next to no information about the quirk beyond its surface effects. You had no way to know whether the quirk conjured feelings of love, twisted them or amplified that which already existed.

“You haven’t done anything wrong,” you affirmed, emphasised by the squashing of his cheeks. It forces his full lips into a pout. Izuku watches you, wide eyed and fraught. You exhale shakily and his head moves with the motion. “I promise”.

“But you look so sad,” he replies nasally. His fingers curled into your thigh, the other hand coming up to wrap around your wrist. Your eyes sting and you can’t help but to laugh at his swollen jutted mouth.

He responds well— practically glittering, sitting up straighter as though you had breathed new life into him. “I love it when you laugh,” he professed. “I love—”

“So you’ve said”.

Izuku frowns deeply. The strength behind his grip increases and it forces your knee to bend, bracing on the mattress beside his hip. It knocks you off balance, hands sliding down to his shoulders as you right yourself. “Izuku—?”

“You don’t believe me,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. The world tilts on its axis and suddenly you are laid on your back, trapped by firm muscle. A leg slots between yours, locking in place; thick arms snake around your shoulders and bring you into his embrace.

Izuku holds you in the crook of his body and you fit like a missing half.

The collar of his shirt slips forward. Your eyes skim the shadows leading to his chest— sparse dark hair between his pecs, muscle pushed together to form a soft cleavage. You’re swathed in heat and the smell of his shampoo. Blood rushes loud in your ears as his adam’s apple bobs and he dips to nuzzle your cheeks together.

“Oh”. A mumble breaks the silence whilst you try to regain your bearings. “You think it’s the quirk, right?”

“It is the quirk, Izuku”.

“Silly. That’s silly. I always feel like this when I’m with you,” he vowed tipsily. Your heart aches and you want to cry.

“Then let’s sleep,” you lift your head, ignoring his small complaint, and meet his gaze. “Sleep for a few hours and tell me again”.

Something flits across his expression; brief and quick, leaving as swiftly as it came, mellowing into contentment. Face smooshed into the pillow, Izuku smiles happily, readjusting his hips to align with yours.

You do not sleep. You stay awake listening to his shallow breathing, the snuffling noises he makes, laughing quietly to yourself whenever his muscles jolt. You count every eyelash, every freckle, memorise the pattern of his scars— the faint lines that are only ever visible in summer when his skin has a little more colour. You soak in how his chest moves against yours, how his arms tighten if you try to pull away.

When he begins to stir, you close your eyes and brace for the impact. What comes next is this:

The tentative press of his lips to your forehead. A gentle whisper of your name. You peer up at him and his sheepish smile widens, entirely unchanged from the hours before.

“I really love it when you laugh,” he blurted, flushing from head to toe.

Hope flares in your chest, spirit buoyed. “So you’ve said,” you breathe.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #deku x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader

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iheartjameshetfield · 5 months

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dave being into close contact positions during sex… he’s pressed to ur back, got your legs over his shoulders, chest to chest, hand holding etc <3333

hold on i’m doing backflips

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFHSJFHSJDHAKDHSJ

god just imagine having dave behind you…him pressing kisses from your lower back all the way to your neck, burying his face there. him wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you into him as he rests his chest against your back, murmuring things like “taking me so well” or “fuck yes just like that”

or or or or

having your legs over his shoulder, placing a kiss on your calf and massaging the backs of your thighs. his thrusts are slow yet hard when brings his arms around your legs, looking down to see where the two of you connect

ORRRRRRRR

having him on top of you, his weight crushing you in the best way possible. your lips never part from his unless it’s to breathe, and even then you’re disappointed at the brief loss of contact. just imagine the two of you lost in each other, tongues and teeth clashing as he brings you to your orgasm. his hands clutch yours and he brings it to the sides of your head. the pace of his thrusts increase while your moans are muffled by his while you come undone. you cry while holding an even tighter grip on dave’s hands, lifting your head to deepen the kiss.

after you calm down, dave would probably lay on his back, bringing you along with him. he would play with your hair, praise you, tell you how good you were for him and how amazing tonight was<333

i just know he’s so sweet and loving in bed i need him :((

#i’m so in love with him #i’m having the biggest dave mustaine brain rot someone help me #he’s just so perfect yk????#dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine smut #megadeth #megadeth smut #dave mustaine megadeth

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cosmicintro · 1 year

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Astro observations: Health aspects from the 6th house 💫

6th house in Aries: Be mindful of strong reactions, impulses and emotions as these could trigger high blood pressure, stress or unwanted headaches. Possible problems associated with the adrenal glands if health is not good. The person could be nearsighted/farsighted. Teeth issues and sensitive gums are common with this placement.

6th house in Taurus: Be careful with ‘burnout’ and try to keep a healthy work-life balance. The individual is prone to respiratory conditions, jaw and neck pain/problems, weight gain (associated with thyroid issues). Thyroid disease. Problems with your voice or throat. Take it easy and follow a rhythm that honors your needs.

6th house in Gemini: Allergies, infections, asthma, cough, breathing issues. Arms, hands and fingers might be sensitive. Anxiety and nervousness caused by too many unorganized/unwanted thoughts. Be careful with hand, arm and/or shoulder injuries.

6th house in Cancer: Sensitive breasts/chest area. Inflammation associated with water/fluid retention. Pay close attention to your salt and fat consumption. Intolerance to different ingredients. It is vital for individuals with this placement to express their emotions as this can feel like a detox process for a 6th house cancer.

6th house in Leo: Hear what your heart is telling you. Don’t let stress or anger take you 'over the edge'. Similar to Aries in this house, it is common for the native to suffer from high blood pressure if a balanced lifestyle is not followed; a healthy diet will help this native tremendously. Be careful with hernias and your spine. Back pain/injuries. Spend more time outside.

6th house in Virgo: Food sensitivities. Problems with digestion. Pay attention to sugar, fats, starches and the way your body reacts to them. Pancreatitis. Bloating associated with food intolerances. Meditation is recommended to calm an active mind and a healthy relationship with food will help with digestive issues.

6th house in Libra: Lumbar pain. Problems with the lower back. Sensitivity to salt. Kidney stones. Insulin resistance. Diabetes. Partnerships have a big influence in your life; stress or strong (negative) emotions resulting from these relationships can have a big impact in your health.

6th house in Scorpio: Constipation. Bladder/Urinary tract infections. Issues with libido/sex hormones. Cystitis (inflammation of the bladder; can cause pain or/and a burning sensation when peeing). Problems with the colon and elimination systems. Let go of any guilt/shame around your sexuality and keep a healthy relationship with your needs.

6th house in Sagittarius: Issues associated with the pituitary gland. Hip mobility problems, pain or injuries. Obesity. For optimal liver health, alcohol and stress levels need to be monitored and, if possible, reduced to a minimum. Yoga can help ease stiffness around the hips and thighs.

6th house in Capricorn: Knee pain. Injuries/procedures can cause significant scarring. Hair loss or scalp issues. Arthritis and joint pain. If your body is telling you to slow down, honor it and rest. Movement in every way is beneficial for the native. Be careful with your bones.

6th house in Aquarius: Varicose veins. Frequent cramps. Arteries and veins might need to be monitored closely, as the native is prone to circulation problems. Calf pain. Stress, nervousness, anxiety, insomnia. Be careful with addictions. Stay hydrated.

6th house in Pisces: Problems with the lymphatic system. Feet pain, inflammation, discomfort, injuries. Plantar fasciitis. Be careful with falls. Sleep problems, nightmares. Sadness that can lead into deep depression. Time alone is necessary. Make sure you’re getting the hours of sleep that your body requires to work harmoniously.

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I Love You, Cyar'ika

Dark!Din Djarin x Jedi!Female Reader

Warnings: corruption arc, violent murder but not described in depth, possessive behavior, obsession, loss and anxiety, light smut, manhandling of the reader by Din

Word Count: 4,500

Summary: Din Djarin is a man who lost everything. His home, his son, his Creed. But at the end of the day, he still had you. He still had you, and he was determined to keep you. Sequel to 'Ni Ceta, Cyar'ika'

"i am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me."

It wasn’t until the second half of your first hour trapped that you realized the chain around your ankle wasn’t just metal. It was beskar. The links branched together were long enough to allow you to walk to the neighboring bathroom, but not long enough to reach the door out. The horror of your situation was truly settling into your very soul. Din had locked you away. Din. The man you loved. And the worst part, as if any of this could possibly be worse, was the fact that he only knew you had tried to run away hours ago.

When exactly did he have this chain made?

You spent the rest of your morning trying to rip the chain out of the wall where it was connected to no avail, and when that didn’t work you somehow tried to pull your ankle out of the clasp. It was impossible. The clasp was just tight enough on your skin that you would not be slipping it unless you started considering something much more dramatic, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. You tugged and screamed until your ankle was discolored and your throat was raw.

Then you broke. Quite some time ago, before your extensive Jedi training, you had quite the temper. It took years for you to get a handle on controlling it, but these last few months the frustration and worry had slowly whittled down your very being. So, for the first time in a very long time, you threw a tantrum. You knocked over the nightstand by your bed, hurling every single item you could reach, and destroyed everything that was in your path.

When you were spent, exhausted from the emotional and physical turmoil, you slumped against the wall panting for breath. Your legs splayed out in front of you so you could glare at the beskar that wrapped around your ankle. You felt so pathetic and vulnerable. It didn’t help that you only wore your undergarments and one of Din’s shirts. It had been what you fell asleep in last night while curled up to the man who chained you to a wall.

The bedroom door opened and Din froze in the doorway. You watched his eyes scan the room in shock before they landed on you. He let out a breath of disbelief, “Cyar’ika.”

“I don’t think I want you to call me that right now.” You said.

Din’s shoulders slumped and he had the audacity to look hurt at your words. As if he hadn’t chained you to a fucking wall. He stepped into the room and shrugged out of his robe⏤ tossing it onto the bed as he neared. Din’s eyes landed on your ankle and his eyes widened. “Me’bana!?” He knelt down to take hold of your ankle, but you tried to pull your legs in to avoid his touch. Din, refusing your refusal, grabbed you by the calf and dragged you toward him.

“Get off!” You barked and kicked out at him.

Din pinned you to the floor using his weight to keep your hips down and a hand to pin your wrists above your head. The emotion on his face as he stared down at you was not one of anger or even frustration. It was desperate. “Stop. You’re going to hurt yourself. Dank farrik, you already have. Don’t make it worse.”

“You think I care?” You spat your words at him, squirming. “I don’t! I’ll do what I have to if it means⏤”

Din’s other hand snapped up to grab you by the jaw. His fingers pressed into your cheek, not painful but firm, and his face darkened. Anger finally seeped into his features. “I said, stop. I know you’re upset, I know you’re angry with me, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you hurt yourself.” You sucked in a sharp breath when he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours. Hand still on your jaw. Din’s eyes closed as he spoke. “You are going to sit still while I take care of you. Understand? This is not up for debate, cyar’ika.”

You didn’t respond. Refused to. Din let out a soft sigh before releasing your jaw and wrists. He sat up and pulled his weight off of you. Slowly, you sat up and chose to just sit there. He pulled his gloves off, tossing them aside in the mess you had already made of the room, and with a tender touch he pulled your leg into his lap. Din’s warm fingers shifted the beskar so he could peer at the skin beneath it. He hissed at the sight of your already forming bruises⏤ the discoloration would be worse tomorrow.

“Cyar’ika⏤”

“I said don’t call me that.”

Din shook his head. “Why would you do this to yourself?”

“Myself?” You scoffed. “You’re the one who put me in chains, Din!”

“To keep you⏤”

“Safe?” You finished for him, but you spat the word bitterly. Din wilted and continued to carefully trace your sore skin. It bothered you that his touch brought you comfort, but that wasn’t something you could just turn off. “When did you have this chain made, Din?” He didn’t reply. “It’s made of beskar. You didn’t just swing out and pick it up. You had it made. When did you⏤”

“Three weeks ago.” Din kept his eyes downcast, glued to your ankle. You took in a sharp breath. It would have been less painful, less shocking, if Din had just reached out and slapped you. Three weeks ago? How long did he have this planned? His warm brown eyes met yours⏤ a gaze you had always been weak to. Your face must have shown your betrayal because Din squeezed your calf softly. “I never planned to use it. I never wanted to use it.”

“But you did.” You mumbled the words out.

Din winced. “I know, cyar’ika. I know. I’m sorry. You will never understand how sorry I am⏤ I will spend the rest of my life trying to remind you. I⏤” He sighed and his thumb traced lazy circles against your skin where it sat. “More than anything though, my love, I need to protect you. I cannot lose you. I wouldn’t survive that.”

“You’re losing me right now, baby.” You shook your head. Tears springing up. “You’re breaking my heart, you’re losing my trust⏤” Din squeezed his eyes shut. Pained and devastated. “How do you think this will end?”

“You will understand. One day.” Din said firmly. He spoke like he was trying to convince himself of this. “Until then, I am just doing what is necessary.” Din rose to find the first aid kit and when he returned you just stared at him. He knelt down once more and wrapped padding around your ankle so the metal wasn’t touching bare skin anymore. When he was satisfied with how it looked, he carefully held your arms and pulled you up to stand. Din cupped your face with his hands, setting a tender kiss on the top of your head before choosing to rest his forehead against yours. “I love you, cyar’ika.”

This wasn’t love, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that.

The only times you were unchained from the wall was when you were with Din. He’d take your hand in his and the two of you would wander down the halls or outside of the castle. Always two Mandalorian guards lingering behind you both. You had one arm looped through Din’s. His thick robe draped over your shoulders once more.

“Bo thinks offering an olive branch would make us seem weak. I’m inclined to agree with her.” Din thought aloud. Most of these walks were him talking to you about his day. You didn’t offer much more than the occasional hum or a snide comment if he pressed too hard. That’s what two weeks of being chained like an animal could do to you. “We have more power than them. It wouldn’t be too difficult to overtake them.”

You hummed. Din glanced down at you and his arm squeezed around yours. There was hope shining in his eyes as if he was eager to hear you offer any sort of commentary. You focused your gaze forward. “The Din I fell in love with wouldn’t jump head first into a war.” His steps stuttered. “He’d try for peace.”

“Cyar’ika.” Din came to a slow stop and turned to face you. His other hand lifted to rest on yours. It trapped your hand against his forearm. “I am the man you fell in love with. That has not changed.” Your eyes darted down to the darksaber hanging from his belt. Din sighed. “This is still about the saber?”

You shook your head. “It always will be. That damned saber has changed you.”

“It hasn’t⏤”

“It has!” You yanked your arm away from his and took a step back. Anger flaring once more. “I keep telling you. It’s poison.” The energy that surrounded it felt suffocating, but it had only gotten worse these last few days. The possession was still there and now it’s tendrils seemed to be trying to seep out into your very soul. As if it could convince you that it had good intentions. “It’s me or the darksaber, Din.”

He shook his head and you shoved him once in the chest. He barely stumbled back. The Mandalorian guards leapt forward, hands on their weapons in preparation to take out the threat against their King, but Din threw his arm out to stop them. The glare he leveled in their direction was deadly. They both took sheepish steps away. Din focused back on you and the anger in his eyes dissipated back into despair. “You can’t make me choose.” He sighed. “We’ve talked about this. I need the darksaber to keep you safe.”

“We’re just going to argue in circles forever, aren’t we?” You sighed.

Din stepped closer and caressed your face. He leaned in to capture you in a kiss, but you turned at the last second so his lips pressed against your cheek instead. Since the morning you woke up with a beskar anklet, you hadn’t let Din touch you. The first night he slipped into bed behind you, just to sleep, and you had lost your mind. Now, he slept on the small couch that was pushed against the wall in your living space. He pulled back enough that his lips were no longer touching you, but he didn’t stray far.

“I love you, cyar’ika.”

He truly believed it, but obsession⏤ possession⏤ was not love.

At the month mark, you knew things needed to change. Din was too stubborn to concede. He’d keep you chained to that fucking wall forever. So, you started small. You had to play this smart. It began with little things like thanking him when he brought you food or new gifts. Choosing to participate in conversations when the two of you went on walks around the palace. A lingering touch here and there when you were able, and you never shied away from his own touch.

Still, a sudden change in demeanor would give you away. Din, as blinded as he was by the darksaber, was not an idiot. He’d see through your act in seconds, and the fate of his and your life depended on deceiving him. You had to get off this rock. You had to get to help. After thinking about it long and hard, you decided you needed to get to Skywalker. The other Jedi were your best bet. It was just a matter of getting there.

Oddly, your saving grace came in the form of an attack.

Because Din never kept you fully in the loop of the things happening in Mandalore, you weren’t entirely sure what was happening. Being chained to the wall when the explosions started did not help either. For the first fifteen minutes of the disaster all you could do was stand in place, frozen, while straining to listen. Eventually, the explosions stopped, but it was replaced with yelling and thundering footsteps. Not a good sign. As it got closer and closer you searched the room for a weapon or hiding the place. You wouldn’t fit under the bed and even if you hid in the bathroom there would be a chain lying on the floor leading straight to you.

The yelling came right out the door and you didn’t even have time to register the language or tone before the door itself was kicked open. Pirates. That was your best guess. Three men dressed for a fight stepped into your space. Two humans and one Trandoshan. They spoke a language you didn’t recognize, something from the Outer Rims, but even when addressing you they never swapped to Basic. One of the humans took a step closer, smirking, and you shifted to a ready stance. The last time you had felt so ill prepared for a fight was back when you first began your Jedi training.

Even on a good day, back before Din spiraled into his current state, you were not good at using the Force. Reading energies was your strength, but healing and telekinesis was never your forte. Now? Being as stressed and buried in negative energy as you were, it was nearly non-existent. Every day you spent around the darksaber you felt further from the Force for some Maker forsaken reason. The Force you recognized, at least.

The Trandoshan began to rummage through the room scavenging, but the two human men were still approaching you. They laughed and motioned to the chain around your ankle as they spoke to one another. Cautiously, you took a few steps back so the chain’s tension wouldn’t accidentally catch you. When the first man lunged you met him halfway with an uppercut into his throat. It was a blur of muscle memory and desperation from then. You weren’t doing well, you were surviving, but when one of the men got their hands on the chain they were able to pull your legs out from under you.

You roughly landed on your back with a grunt, but the other man was quick to pin you down. You thrashed and screamed trying to get loose, but the other just piled on. Their voices were grating, their laughs sent chills down your spine, and their touch made you nauseous. It all boiled into an uncontrollable rage that slipped from your body with a roar. Suddenly, both men were blown clear across the room. You sat up, breathing hard, and glanced down at your hands. Had you just…? There was no time to puzzle through the power that just flowed from you because the Trandoshan leapt across the room to tackle and pin you back to the floor.

He didn’t have a firm grip on you, and you were able to flip over on him. The victory was short lived when he threw his elbow back, crushing your nose, and you cried out in pain before falling back. The other two men had risen once more, but all of you froze at the terrible roar that echoed down the hall and filled the room with a suffocating tension. It called out your name. You recognized that voice.

In that one moment, a feral pleasure gripped your soul and allowed your anger to roam free. You grinned up at the men, teeth bloody from your broken nose, “You’re fucked.”

Din stalked into the room, seconds later, and he was possessed by his own rage. The darksaber glowed in his hands, as bright as a burning flame, and it cast terrifying shadows across his face which was twisted in hatred⏤ in bloodlust. With the first swing of the saber, the men knew they were not going to bode well and they began to plead, but their words fell on deaf ears. You watched as Din tore them to shreds, a force to be reckoned with, and a sick grin flickered across your features before you could reign it back. Din was leaving the men in literal pieces, brutal in his attack and inflicting the most terror and pain he could manage before taking a life, and you felt a bubbling pleasure building in your chest.

It was only when his warpath was finished, when he deactivated the saber, that your smile fell. The tendrils of pleasure that had seeped into your very soul with watching the love of your life murder on your behalf slipped away. You took in a sharp breath. What the fuck was that? Why the fuck had you⏤ Your hands began to tremble followed quickly by the rest of your body.

“Cyar’ika.” Din gasped and crossed through the carnage to pull you off the ground and into his arms. His panicked words all came out in a rush of Mando’a before he was calm enough to ask once more in Basic. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” His gloves wiped away the blood as he examined your nose. “Are you⏤”

“I’m fine.” You replied shakily, but you felt far from it. Physically, there was nothing wrong. Not really. Your nose would heal, the bruises you garnered in the fight would fade. But mentally, spiritually, emotionally… Your eyes drifted down to the darksaber on his belt. What was it doing to you? It took a moment to realize Din was still talking. You shook your head. “What?”

“I said that was the last of them. They came for revenge, but most of the damage was external. Only a few small groups got into the palace.” Din’s hands were petting your hair. Between every word of comfort he’d lean forward and press his lips to your face. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Focus. Focus. Back to the plan. Back to your mission.

“No.” You swallowed roughly. “I need the chain off.” Din didn’t respond. He just stared at you with wide eyes filled with the fear of a man who had nearly lost the person he swore to protect. You lifted your hands to cup his face and you shook your head. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re not losing me. I’m not losing you. You were right.” You pushed the words out and the tears that fell from your eyes were painfully real. You cried for how lost you felt. It was like you were stuck in quicksand and the more you struggled the deeper you were pulled to it’s dark depths. “I was so scared. I couldn’t fight back. Din⏤”

Din didn’t hesitate. He knelt down and pulled a key from the pouch in his belt to unclasp the metal around your ankle. Hearing it clatter to the ground, feeling the weight drop off, had you sucking in a breath of shock and relief. Din slowly rose once more and you found yourself lost in his eyes⏤ those pretty brown eyes that made you forget every single worry you had. The warm brown eyes that brought you comfort in your lowest moments. The loving brown eyes that gazed at you in worship.

“Stay with me.” You mumbled and cupped his face again.

Din turned his head to press a kiss against your hand. “I’m not going anywhere, cyar’ika.”

Your fingers tightened around him and a shuddering sob left your lips. “Do you love me?” Din looked affronted by the question. His mouth fell open, but you cut him off. “Baby, just listen, if you love me you’ll put the saber away for tonight.” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and a hiccup left your lips. “Please, baby, just tonight. I just want you. I want only you.”

Din took a slow breath and then took a step out from your grasp. Fear struck you at first, but Din simply crossed the room to his locked chest which sat in the corner. Slowly, he unlatched each piece of his armor and set it carefully into the chest. When he was left with only his flight suit, Din grasped the darksaber and held it in his bare hand for a moment. Finally, he set it into the chest and closed it. The cursed item was just tucked away, out of sight, but it still made a difference. The unrecognizable dark energy that had been plaguing you seemed to disperse and a familiar sensation filled your chest. It was the Force you recognized. For the first time in a month, you felt like you could breathe.

He walked back to where you stood and settled a soft and hesitant hand on the side of your face, “I do love you, cyar’ika. I know this has been difficult and you haven’t been happy.” Din looked heartbroken as he stared down at you. “But you are everything to me.”

This may have started as just a plan to ease him into a lull of security, but that had been forgotten as you stared up at him. For this one second you felt like yourself, and Din felt like himself. A swell of love overwhelmed you and you pushed closer to capture his lips with yours. Din sighed into the kiss, but before you could deepen it he pulled back. “Din?”

“We don’t have to do this, cyar’ika.” Din whispered. “You were just attacked, stressed, and⏤ This⏤ This isn’t… I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“I don’t.” You shook your head and it was the absolute truth. Right now, Din felt like the man you loved. Maybe it was weak of you to cave, weak of you to seek out his comfort, but you missed him. You craved him. “I want you, and as long as you want me⏤”

Din brought his lips back to yours, his hand cupping the back of your neck, as he softly kissed you. Every minute movement filled with adoration. You wrapped your arms around his neck to draw yourself closer to him. Pulling back to catch a breath, he left a trail of kisses up your jaw to your ear. “Cyar’ika, I always want you.” His hands settled on your hips to bring you flush against him. “I always need you.”

Your hands grew frantic wanting nothing more than to feel his skin against yours. Just like in a fight, you didn’t need to think. Loving him was muscle memory. You peeled the upper half of his flight suit off his body and he took gasping breaths as you broke away from his kiss to caress the scarred skin of his torso. Your nails lightly raked over the skin overlying his ribs as you leaned in to press soft kisses against every scar you could find. Din trembled at your touch, a breathless gasp tearing ragged from his lips.

His own hands lifted to tilt your face up so he could lean down and start a tender kiss. Every slow, languid motion was one born of love rather than lust. There was an innocence to the brushes of skin against skin, and for this one moment nothing existed but you and Din. Not the poisonous darksaber buried in a chest or the corpses of the men that meant you harm. As Din picked you up and pinned you into the bed, his weight pressing into you, all that mattered was Din Djarin.

“I love you, cyar’ika.” Din murmured into the skin of your neck⏤ his face buried there as his hands roamed your body with a familiarity born of routine. “I love you so much, cyar’ika.”

Your heart felt so full, and you wondered if you were the one confused on the extent of what the word love could mean.

Din laughed and you lightly shoved him in the side.

“It’s not funny. Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you, cyar’ika.” He replied as you grinned. “I’m laughing with you.”

“Yeah, I’m not laughing, you ass.”

He continued to chuckle and you shook your head before looping your arm back through his and leaning against him. Mandalore had been relatively calm since the attack two weeks ago, and you had never felt closer to Din. What had you been so worried about? The two of you were safe and had one another. That was all that mattered at the end of the day. You had misjudged the darksaber’s energy. That possession was just another form of loyalty. It brought you and Din the strength to protect one another. A bond. That’s all it was.

“My Mand’alor.”

Din’s feet paused, bringing you to a stop as well, and you both turned to face a Mandalorian who now knelt before the both of you. The woman held a hand across her chest in pledge. Din didn’t motion for the woman to rise, but hummed for her to continue.

“Our allies who have settled on Concordia are requesting aid currently. Raiders have been plaguing them the last few weeks, but now they are beginning to edge in on the main settlement.”

“Concordia has the means to defend itself...” Din replied.

You squeezed his arm and he glanced down at you. You shook your head. “Concordia is not Mandalore, they’re just allies that⏤ like you said⏤ have their own resources.” Nonchalantly, you shrugged. “We have to protect our own. Any aid we offer to them is taken from our own walls. Our city should come first, Din.”

Din lifted your hand to plant a kiss on the back of it. “Could not have said it better myself, cyar’ika.” He motioned for the Mandalorian to be on her way before the two of you continued down the hall. Only a few yards later, Din chuckled. “I have a gift for you.”

“Oh, do you?” You asked with a smirk.

He pulled you to a stop once more “Close your eyes.”

“Really?”

Din raised an eyebrow at you and you playfully rolled your eyes before closing them and holding your hands out. You heard the sound of shuffling as Din moved. A beat later something warm settled in your palms and you sucked in a sharp breath at the overwhelming flood of emotions that bared down on you. Your eyes opened to first see Din’s excited and loving smile, but then your gaze drifted down to the lightsaber in your open hands.

“I figure it’s about time you’re reunited.” Din chuckled. It had been nearly two months since it had been taken from you. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple. Your fingers slowly closed around the hilt you had built with love so long ago, and waves of warmth radiated down your arms and into your chest. “I⏤” A different voice called out and Din sighed in irritation. “One moment.”

Din stepped around you to address whoever had called out for him and you just stared and stared at the lightsaber. Possession and obsession was not love. It was not the same as loyalty and protection. You blinked in shock as the clear thoughts cut through the fog you hadn't even realized you were living in. You had been yourself, but for some reason your priorities had changed starkly. Not for some reason. One reason. That fucking saber.

"Hey." Din returned to your side and you heard panic in his voice. Those dark tendrils from the saber surrounded you, but could not sink in. He set his hand on your face and his thumb caressed your cheek. "You're crying."

"I...I'm happy." You lied. "Thank you, Din."

"Of course." Din replied though he looked hesitant to believe you. He leaned in to press a kiss between your eyes. "I love you, cyar'ika."

You loved him, and you almost lost yourself.

But, not again.

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tsunami-of-tears · 4 months

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Taboo

Rhys x Reader

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, pwp - seriously this is pure filth, light spanking, magic blindfold, fingering, anal play (butt plugs + lube used ~ let's not question where they came from)

You’d never get bored of your mate. How could you? After all, he was the most handsome High Lord.

But, after many years together, you wouldn’t shy away from the rare opportunity to try something new together.

A certain taboo desire had been plaguing your mind lately, it was relentlessly haunting your dreams at night.

You finally got the courage to talk about that desire, that want, with your mate - Rhys. When you uttered the words, he responded with a positively feline grin, “Oh Y/N darling, I thought you’d never ask.”

And so, you were stripped bare, lying stomach-down on your bed with your legs spread wide apart.

Rhysand, always one for theatrics, had you blinded with the use of his powers - heightening all your other senses. You could hear every moment he made as he padded around the room.

“Look at you.” Rhys drawls. You feel his warm hands caressing your ankle. “I truly am the luckiest male alive.” His hands slowly trace along the back of your calf, grazing up your thighs until they rest on the curve of your buttock. He rubs your skin softly, sending a wave of goosebumps up your spine. You shiver in anticipation. “You’re exquisite,” Rhys murmurs.

The warmth of his gentle touch is removed.

Smack.

You feel the sting of his palm making impact. You gasp in surprise and slight pleasure as you feel your skin heating up, all the blood rushing to the surface.

Rhys resumes his soothing strokes, easing the pain, before his palm finds its mark again on your other cheek.

Smack.

You press your face into the mattress, muffling your yelp.

“You’re so good for me,” Rhys says. You can’t help but moan as he once again caresses your skin tenderly. “Are you sure about this darling?” Rhys asks.

You lift your head off the bed to speak, “Yes, I want this.”

Rhys hums as his hands rove your backside. One hand lingers along your upper thigh while the other traces teasingly along your exposed slit.

Rhys dips a finger inside, discovering your growing wetness. He chuckles darkly, “Oh you’re almost ready my dear, this won’t take much at all.”

He inserts two digits all the way inside you, pumping a few times before curling them downwards, hitting that sweet spot and making your toes curl. You sink your teeth into the bedding as his fingers continue to work that spot, wringing pleasure from you. You claw at the sheets as a string of moans escapes your lips.

Smack.

His other hand once again drives home into your flesh as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. You writhe underneath his touch - total putty in his palms as he delivers you both pleasure and pain.

Rhys pounds relentlessly into your sweet spot. Very quickly, the darkness is replaced by stars as you find your release. Rhys growls as you ride out the waves of your high.

“Good girl,” he hums approvingly. “I think you're ready now.”

You feel his weight shifting behind you as you hear a bottle unscrewing and thick liquid being poured.

“Okay, I’ll start very slowly, let me know if it’s too much.”

You feel something cool and firm pressing against your back entrance. You gasp as it pushes into you slowly, your hole stretching around it.

“Yes, you’re doing so good, just a little bit more.”

You moan as you feel the fullness settling, and the movement stops, leaving a delicious pressure in its place.

“How’s that, darling?” Rhys asks you softly.

“It’s - really good,” you moan, losing yourself in the feeling.

Your stomach clenches as Rhys starts to move the plug at a steady pace, your hole stretching and relaxing.

“You took that so well, shall we try something bigger?”

“Mmmmm, yes Rhys.” He carefully removes the plug and you feel at a loss without the fullness.

You hear more liquid pouring and once again feel that cool pressure, stretching you a little bit more than before. You moan again as the larger plug fits into place with little resistance.

“How does that one feel?” Rhys asks.

“Ohhh gods, that's so good,” you gasp, struggling to speak.

“It's about as wide as me darling, do you want to try that tonight?”

“Yes Rhys, oh, please, I need more.”

“Okay, we’ll go slowly.” Rhys removes the second plug and your hole clenches around nothing. You hear more liquid pouring, this time followed by something warm pressing against your rear entrance.

“Relax darling, you’re doing so good.” Rhys pushes inside you and you feel yourself stretching around him. He lets out a low growl as he bottoms out. “Are you okay, dear? Can we keep going?” He asks gently.

“Please, fuck me, Rhys.”

He obliges, thrusting in and out, slowly at first so you get used to the depth before he picks up the pace.

Skin slaps as he slams into you. Rhys grunts softly with each thrust, you continue to moan into the mattress, loving the full feeling of his cock inside your ass.

Panting, Rhys grips your hips, chasing his release. He hits that peak, moaning loudly as he comes undone inside you. His thrusting slows, he breathes unevenly as he comes down from his high.

Rhys pulls out, and lies beside you, pulling you into his chest to spoon you. He removes his dark magic slowly, so as not to shock you. As your vision returns, you see his beautifully content face smiling as you.

“I thought that we’d have more resistance there,” He chuckles, pulling you tight against his chest and placing a tender kiss on the top of your head.

You hide your face against him, not sure how to feel about it being so - easy.

“Don’t be embarrassed darling, I’m actually very impressed with you.” Rhys grabs your hand, pulling it to his lips and giving it a kiss. “You’re incredible, my love.”

You sigh as you settle into your mate, feeling at ease.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fic #rhys acotar #rhys x reader #rhysand x reader #rhys smut #rhysand #rhysand smut #acotar smut #acomaf

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yeeterthek33per · 9 months

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It's Only Up From Here (Steph Catley x Caitlin Foord x Reader)

A/n id just like to say, poor Cait man, girl's got a goose egg and for what? The ref to play blind person when she gets fouled again?

You'll bounce back part 4, have fun!

Sorry y'all, I'm still salty. At least she got a free hat, though... right?

Also, 18+ (teeny bit)

You'd all played your hearts out. It wasn't supposed to end this way. Everything just slipped away way too quickly.

One goal from Asllani was enough to drop the shoulders of the most energetic people on the field. Some of the team still had a fire going, but in the end, nobody could convert anything.

Sam ended up worse off than when she started, and the stubborn idiot begged Tony to keep her on. She couldn't jump to meet headers where she needed to, and no crosses were where any of you needed to send them.

The weight of the game was certainly a massive lot, but in the end, all you could feel was disbelief but also relief. Relief, the whole thing was finally over. Relief that you could go back to your club and just play without so much stress.

Plus, you only had your transfer to worry about now. Luckily enough, Arsenal quickly accepted your manager's ask to join the club.

As much as you loved playing in sweden with your family, you loved your girls and wanted to move in with them, and this was the next big step for the three of you.

Still, the weight of the loss would bare down on you all for months to come, if not the years until the next world cup began, and even then, would you still succeed like you did?

Would the country still love you all enough to support you, then?

Would you even make the team? You know you're only twenty-seven, but still, you never know.

The crowd applauds you as you move around the field. Everything just feels like it's on a flow at this point. Nothing's really registering. You thank the fans, and give away your shirt and boots to the crowd.

Walking around in shorts and a sports bra, taking photos with fans, signing gear, everything just goes in one swift motion.

Steph just looks purely exhausted as she walks around the field. Tear stained face since she can no longer fight them, the battle for the cup finally over for you all.

Caitlin just looks blank, eyes empty as she gives away her boots and shakes hands with the swedes.

You hug Magda, congratulating her on the win as she consoles you for the loss. Having known each other briefly at Chelsea, where you spent about a six month stint on loan, playing in the midfield.

You tell her to say hi to Pernille for you, and you part ways, walking over to where your team is gathering for the circle. You all watch the swedish team receive their medals, celebrating the third place win for the fourth time.

Sam is sitting on the bench, away from the group, but still aplauding the effort.

You meet her eye, and all you can see is the disappointment and what is most likely building frustration at tweaking her calf again.

You knew she didn't blame Magda for it. It was a rough game, and tensions were high, and there was no way it was intentional.

You get up from your position on the grass to go to her, slipping into the seat beside her, arm around her shoulders.

You don't say anything. There isn't really anything you can console your best friend and captain with at this point.

She just leans into you until it's time to go to back into the locker room with one final wave and the last of media duties.

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Steph and Caitlin are both pretty much going through the motions by the end of the night. You know they're hurting, and everything just feels so tense.

By the end of team dinner, they're both silent, and you can only give them small back rubs and smiles to encourage them a bit as you all process the loss. The others are slowly back to conversing normally. Some are still barely processing.

Mini is sat by Kyra and Charlie, the three doing their best to keep a happy face for Harper, to which you do wander over eventually, giving the girl a small tickle and kiss on the cheek.

You hug Mini from behind the couch she's sitting on, pressing a small kiss to her cheek as well, and pat Charlie and Kyra on the shoulders as you pull away.

You head up towards your room, wanting to call it an early night. Normally, you'd go to Caitlin and Steph's room, but Steph stayed behind with the girls, and Caitlin looked like she wanted to be alone for the night.

However, you're proven wrong when a hand grabs yours to walk you back to her room.

The moment you're in the door, her face is buried in your neck, and her hands slip under the back of your hoodie, holding you tight to her.

Your arms slip under hers, wrapping up around her shoulders, and you bury your nose into her left.

"Hey, pretty girl."

She just grunts into your neck.

You pull her away enough to have a look at her face. The bandage is still over her brow, but it's looking like a massive goose egg now and starting to bruise over her eye.

You let your hand brush her hair back.

"How's your head feel?"

"Meh, it's fine. They want me on the usual concussion watch. Hurts a little, but it's not that bad."

You smile softly, but it feels more like a grimace, so you lean up and press a light kiss to the bandage.

"Man, they were really going in on you tonight, weren't they? They should have let Mini and me fight Asllani earlier."

She cracks a smile at that

"No fighting, babe, we don't need more black eyes."

You raise a brow at her.

"You're the one telling me that?"

She chuckles a little.

"Also, you're assuming we'd lose." You playfully pout.

She pulls you down onto her lap as she steps back towards the bed.

"Pft, I know damn well you'd sit her on her ass. That doesn't mean you need to, though. I also didn't mention who would get a black eye in that scenario."

You giggle and lean down, careful not to bump her head and kiss her softly. Her hands slip up underneath the back of your t-shirt, and you sigh when she caresses your lower back.

One of her hands trails down and slips underneath the waistband of your sports sweats and gently squeezes your ass.

You huff against her, smacking her arm lightly as she gets a cheeky smirk on her face the moment you pull away.

"What? Not even one for the shiner?"

You chuckle, poking her in the sternum.

"No baby, besides, no strenuous activity on concussion watch."

"Who said I was the one cumming later?"

She wiggles her eyebrows but winces slightly after. You just shake your head lightly.

"My point exactly, you won't stop at just one. Also, stop moving your brows. You know it doesn't help."

Caitlin just looks up at you again with a mischievous twinkle.

"Kiss me better?"

You roll your eyes at her, but lean down to take her lips with your own anyway.

Her hands move from under your shirt at the back to the front, scratching gently down your stomach. You shiver but stand your ground, keeping the kiss light.

You know you're a gonner the moment she runs her tongue along your bottom lip.

You both pull away for a second, and her lips trail down your throat and your eyes close at the contact. Her teeth nip at your collarbone, and your hands settle on her shoulders as hers slip further up your shirt and under your sports bra.

"Jesus, baby, if we get caught again, this one's on you." You're panting along side the words.

Your hips rock softly against her, and the smug look in her eyes tells you she really doesn't care about being caught.

She tugs at your shirt and pulls it over your head, letting her hand dip below your pants waistband. Her head dips lower to press kisses across the top of your chest, just above the elastic.

Right as her fingertips slip below the band of your sports boxers, the door opens behind you both, making you jump slightly.

Caitlin quickly tosses you beneath her, shielding you from view with a small curse.

When you both realise it's only Steph, you relax.

"Hey, sweetheart."

She raises a brow at the two of you, shutting the door behind her. You stand up to meet her with a small peck to the lips, but her smile doesn't quite meet her eyes.

"Hey, pretty girl."

Your hands rub her arms softly, a small frown taking your features as you watch her. She's exhausted and looks just about torn down completely.

"How you feeling?"

"Still just kind of processing, same as the others, though."

A small sigh leaves her lips as she leaves one last peck to yours before stepping past you to see Caitlin.

She kisses the striker softly, murmuring asking about her head.

"Doing fine, babe, usual concussion watch. She's pretty, though, ain't she?"

Steph chuckles softly at her and presses a kiss to the bandage as well, and plops down onto the bed face down.

You and Caitlin exchange looks, and you urge Steph up the bed, but she just grumbles softly, legs still hanging over the edge.

"Baby, C'mon, you gotta move, or it's really gonna hurt tomorrow."

She says something, but it's just muffled as she's buried face first into the bed.

Caitlin sighs, brushing Steph's hair to the side as she turns her head.

"It's gonna hurt anyways." It's said a soft whine, but you know what she means when she says it.

You sit on the other side of her and rub her back gently.

"I know, baby, but you have to at least give yourself a decent night's rest, okay?"

She grunts, shuffling up the bed but doesn't move from her face-down splat position.

A loving half smile encompasses Caitlin's lips, and she scoots along the bed to sit up against the headrest, lifting Steph's arm to rest over her legs, and she rubs it gently.

You do the same, knowing you have to stay up to make sure Caitlin can complete her concussion checks every few hours, setting your phone alarm to wake you up if you drift off, knowing you can turn the alarm off beforehand if you're still awake.

Steph squeezes both your thighs softly, but does manage to turn onto her side to rest her head on your lap, arm draped over your legs.

Caitlin shoves a pillow behind her head and quickly drifts off, and you lean her slightly more inwards to not let her fall off the bed.

Your hand combs through Steph's hair, scratching lightly at her scalp as you scroll through your phone.

Various messages of encouragement, and others saying thanks. Thank you to the Matildas. Thank you to the family you're a part of. Describing your team's efforts as heroic and forever in commemoration as they dedicate their cheers to the team.

You can only thank whatever deity above brought this country to love you all like they do.

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Throughout the night, Caitlin's concussion checks go without issue. Though she does get a little grumpy after the fifth time and then almost doesn't bother answering you the sixth.

By the seventh and final check, she just shoves you grumpily before you quietly flick her and remind her she's only putting her own health at risk here and that you just wont let her sleep at all as that's the only other procedure.

You finally get her to answer the questions at that.

Steph, somehow, it's a miracle, honestly, stays asleep throughout this whole debacle, and you magically stay awake until 7am where the trainer's come knocking to collect Caitlin, and to let you sleep for a few hours before you have to be up for the ceremony.

Steph latches back onto you the moment you settle in the bed, and she lets you sleep for another half hour after she's woken up.

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After the whole presentation and Steph and the rest of you are pleasantly surprised by her favourite song's artist, Nikki Webster, you're all exhausted and ready to crash again.

Tony allows the day to rest and relax off the game before an early morning recovery session the next day.

You spend it curled up with your favourite girls, Caitlin now safely away from any concussion worries.

You end up waking in the late afternoon from your long nap. Steph is seated beside you on her phone, hand rubbing circles in your back.

Caitlin is in the bathroom showering.

"Hey you."

You hum softly, stretching out slightly before relaxing back into matress below you.

"Afternoon, I assume?"

"Yeah, you didn't sleep too long, it's only been about five hours."

"Mmkay, did Mini stop by at all?"

"Yeah, she was looking for you since you didn't return to the room with her last night. She figured you'd be here. She said if you woke up within a few hours, she'd be downstairs in the rec room with Harper and the girls."

"Oky." You kind of half process it in your sleepy state, nuzzling your nose into the side of Steph's leg. She only looks on amused around her phone at you.

"You gonna go down?"

You make a half committed answer, shrugging lightly, just cuddling into her leg further. Her hand scratches at the back of your neck lightly.

Steph just sighs, knowing you won't sleep later but doesn't have it in her to wake you when you dose off again.

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With the next days passing by, final preparations are made to pack up camp and to go back to your respective clubs before the next one.

You all take the time to grieve the loss, and you even manage to break through to Sam a little, catching her alone and having a sit down conversation with her about everything.

She let's you know the next day how thankful she is for your little shoves over the last few days and getting her walls to come down.

You just remind her that that's what best friends are for.

Steph and Caitlin come to terms with it on their own, and you make sure you're there to wipe away any tears.

You'd already made your peace, ready to start the next chapter with your loves and ready to move on to the Olympic qualifiers.

You hope with all your heart that you can fight harder and go all the way this time.

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Sorry, this one is a little lacking, guys. I swear I was trying to find a way to end it without cutting it short, but it kind of carries on towards the end. Again, apologies for that.

#woso #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #steph catley imagine #steph catley imagines #steph catley x reader #caitlin foord imagines #caitlin foord imagine #caitlin foord x reader

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ghoul-bonez · 10 months

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~Anywhere Will Be Home If You’re With Me~

(Neteyam x Fem! Na’vi! Reader)

Summary: When the battle against the sky people begins you are determined to fight, even after being off of your feet for a few weeks, and you are lucky you decided to go.

Word Count: 3.3k

Author’s Note: Second to last chapter so ONE MORE after this one!!!

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Anywhere Will Be Home If You’re With Me

You had arrived a few weeks ago now, and as you sat in the Sully family marui you felt a sense of unease. You felt the need to be constantly moving, to be useful and helpful. Jake had told you to pull your weight, and currently you were not doing that.

You were bored, and frustrated, with nothing to do, so you sat alone, watching as Neteyam and his siblings learned the Metkayina ways with Tsireya and Ao’nung. You had heard that Lo’ak had a few mix-ups with Ao’nung, but all you heard were stories as you were not allowed to join them, not yet anyway.

Ronal had told you that you could not swim for a few weeks. Your wound was large, and in a high movement area, so you were not allowed to do anything until the stitches came out. She also insisted you must build up the muscle more, some of it ripped apart from the trauma. Your leg needed to be strong enough to swim, and that would take even longer than just waiting for the stitches to come out.

On top of not being able to swim, Ronal had not allowed you to help her in Tsahík duties yet, telling you that you needed to rest until you were healed. She insisted you stay home and allow yourself to heal properly, unlike you had been doing before. She was determined to heal your wound successfully after you had torn it further on the flight there.

The most interesting your day got was when you would hobble to the Tsahík’s marui to allow Ronal to check on you. She said you were healing well, and you would be on the move soon, but soon was relative, and soon was not soon enough for you.

Soon was certainly not soon enough when you started hearing news of attacks on tulkuns from other surrounding villages. You had been allowed in the water once, for the return of the tulkuns, and because of that you knew how important the Metkayina people’s spirit siblings were to them.

Watching them connect was beautiful, and in some ways you envied their closeness to another creature, something so pure that there was nothing else that could compare. You craved that type of connection, all of your relationships a little rough around the edges, some because you weren’t the same species, and some because of your fears of other people.

Not long after the news of the initial attacks came there was more news, this time closer to home. This time it was one from your clan’s pod, and when they went to investigate it was discovered that it was Roa, Ronal’s spirit sister. What was worse was the loss of her calf who had passed alongside her.

When Jake and Neytiri returned, heads hung low, defeat on their faces, you knew something was wrong, very wrong. You weren’t sure what was coming next, but you had a good guess of what was going to happen.

War was coming.

War was coming, and soon enough it was here.

You had caught wind of a rally happening while you had been sitting in your marui, and when you arrived Tonowari was standing above everyone else, Ronal stood in the middle, face to face with Jake.

Ronal stood strong, but anger and grief were hidden in her eyes, “My Spirit Sister and her baby have been murdered by the Sky People!” She shouted, and everyone around her shouted angrily. Everyone’s emotions were running strong, anger and disbelief on faces and voices as they shouted.

Tonowari spoke now, “This war has come to us. We knew about this hunting of our tulkun people, but it was over the horizon, far away. Now it is here!” There was another uproar from the crowd, snarls and war cries sounded through the space, unrest among the people.

Jake growled in frustration, he was keeping his voice steady but you could tell he was edging on shouting, “No you dont… You gotta understand how the sky people think. They don’t care about the Great Balance.”

Someone you didn’t recognize from the crowd shouted out, “We don’t answer to sky people!” The crowd was already riled up, but there was another uproar, this time agreements ringing through the air.

Then a familiar voice called out, Neteyam, and your eyes snapped to him. He was holding some strange human technology that you didn’t recognize, but you knew it was bad. He shouted over the crowd, “Listen. Listen to him.” He begged the people.

Jake took his son’s words as a signal to talk more, giving a little more insight, hoping to get the people to understand what he was saying, “The sky people are not gonna stop. This is only the beginning. You gotta tell your tulkun to leave. You gotta tell them to go far away!

Ronal looked shocked, scowling at him, “Leave?” she scoffed in disbelief, “You live among us, and you learn nothing!”

Another voice you didn’t recognize rang out, “We will protect our brothers and sisters!” Whoops and hollers erupted from everyone, agreements being shouted all around.

Jake was becoming more frustrated and you could see him unraveling by the second, “No, no, no.” He shouted, “If you attack, if you fight, then they will destroy you! They will destroy everything that you love.”

You heard gasps ring out, and your stomach dropped, everything that you love. You had already almost lost them back in the forest, and you couldn’t do that again. You trusted Jake though, if he said not to fight, for the sake of your safety, you would stay put.

You knew others were feeling the same way as you, as Ronal placed her hand over her stomach, and people shouted frustratedly all around. Hisses and snarls were passed around. It was like anger surrounded you and you felt like you could never escape it.

This time you tried to do damage control, “Listen! Listen to him! He knows what he’s talking about!” Your voice came out louder, stronger, than anyone had heard before, and Neteyam looked at you, a proud smile on his face as he nodded towards you.

“No!” Jake shouted at the rebels against his words, “You hear my words!”

Another shout tried to drown him out, determined that they would get their way, they would not listen to the outsider, “We will fight! We will fight!”

Neteyam tried to create some peace in the crowd, loudly, but calmly, saying, “Stay calm. Stay calm! Listen to my father.”

Jake gritted his teeth harshly, teeth bared. He was really getting frustrated now, and it showed as he shouted, “Damn it!”

“He speaks the truth.” Neteyam hyped Jake up, backing up his words, everything he had said.

Jake moved quickly, stalking over to Neteyam and grabbing the device in his hands. He ran to stand where Tonowari was, on higher ground, where the people in charge would give their orders, and he held it up above his head. Everyone watched, a silence fell over them like a blanket smothering a flame, breaths held, as they waited for Jake to say something, “You tell your tulkun that if they’re hit by one of these, they’re marked for death.”

It was like all of the energy had been pulled from the room, the silence sickening as everyone awaited instruction from either of their clan leaders. The tension was palpable and you felt anxiety surge through you. You were just as involved in this as anyone else, and so you waited.

Finally Tonowari sighed, looking at Jake who continued his speech, “The calls for me, I’ll silence it. Saving their lives, that’s all that matters. Right? Saving your family…” He turned to Tonowari and Ronal, silently begging them to do something, anything.

It was like you were back on the beach the day you arrived as Tonowari and Ronal spoke silently to each other. As their eyes met each other you could tell they were unsure. They didn’t know what to do, but eventually they came to an understanding, an agreement.

Tonowari spoke, “Tell the tulkun…” That was the final verdict. The final decision. To tell their spirit siblings to leave, to get to safer waters, and you felt the energy shift in the room. It was a sense of mourning, for Ronal’s spirit sister, and for the loss of their time with their Tulkuns. Nobody knew the next time they would be able to see their spirit siblings, and that was a great loss for everyone involved.

When there was a pause where people seemed to still be awaiting instruction, was this their real decision, Ronal spoke loudly, practically shouting, “Go. Go!”

Then chaos broke out, people frantically calling for their ilus and tsurak to take them to their spirit siblings as quickly as possible.

Amongst the chaos of people rushing around you watched Lo’ak walk off, watching him carefully. You knew what he was doing, he was going to warn Payakan. Payakan who was a loner, who didn’t have anyone else to warn him, but you couldn’t allow Lo’ak to go.

As you watched Lo’ak run off to warn Payakan you had a bad feeling about it, like Eywa was telling you this was a bad decision. With her dread in your gut you tried your best to convince Lo’ak to stay, but he was having none of it. You practically begged him, not wanting any trouble, but he was determined and set off soon after.

When Neteyam and everyone else took off after him you felt panic surge in you. You had a bad feeling about this, like the Great Mother was putting a seed of doubt in your heart. You couldn’t stop the negative thoughts as they flooded your mind. What if your feeling was right? What if something happened? You wouldn't be there to help. You needed to be there to help.

Instead of following after them on your own you decided to find Neytiri and Jake. You would need backup, backup from someone you trusted, someone who knew what they were doing when it came to the sky people. You frantically looked around for them, eventually finding them asking a group of people if they had seen their kids.

Then as you were about to call out to them static crackled in your ears, someone was on the coms. Soon after a voice came, Lo’ak’s, “Dad. I mean, Devil Dog. Do you read me?” Your eyes went wide at hearing him, one thought rang through your head, they were in danger, “It’s Eagle Eye, do you copy?”

Jake was quick to respond, “Yeah, Lo’ak.” He didn’t bother to use the code names he was so insistent you all use.

Lo’ak was breathing hard and you felt your heart sink, what was going on, “Dad! We’re with a tulkun that’s under attack. Killer ship’s inbound. It’s about two klicks out.”

Jake seemed shocked, terrified. He had not expected his children to go out with this danger on the horizon, but this was Lo’ak, the one who never listened, “Who’s with you?” He rushed out.

Lo’ak was quick to answer back, not hesitating like he had in the forest what felt like years ago, but was more like a month, “It’s all of us. Ao’nung and Tsireya too. We’re at Three Brothers Rocks.” All of them, except for you, and you raced over to Neytiri and Jake, placing a hand on their shoulders to let them know you were still here.

Jake looked at you, taking notice you hadn’t gone with them, he nodded at you before talking back to Lo’ak, “You get to cover, and you do not engage. Alright? You hear me? Do not engage. We’re comin’.”

Lo’ak’s voice was shaky as he answered. “Yes, sir.”

When Neytiri stood there for a second, in shock, you shook her shoulder, jumping into action, “Let’s go. Let’s go!”

As you started running off, the adrenaline in your system numbing the pain in your leg, Jake quickly caught your arm, “You are not going anywhere. You are gonna sit your ass down and stay here.” He ordered.

You hissed out, “Okay. Fine, sir.” and Jake was shocked with how quickly you had agreed, usually you were more stubborn, but at the same time you were a rule follower. However what he didn’t know was that you fully intended to join them. You planned to fly in after the initial wave of warriors went out.

You headed back to your marui, and began silently gathering your weapons. You left your bow to make sure Jake wouldn't notice any of your weapons were missing when he came to gather his own, and when he did he didn’t seem suspicious of anything. You smiled slyly as he went around the marui, noticing your bow was still where it was earlier that day, he smiled at you.

When he and Neytiri left you gathered up your healer’s pouch, tying it around your waist securely before you hastily shoved a couple throwing daggers in it. Those would be your weapon of choice today, and you prayed they would be enough.

You took deep breaths, trying to keep yourself together, trying to keep yourself from losing it, and after you were confident you were okay you set off. You called your ikran to the beach, and mounted her swiftly. You made tsaheylu with her, thanking her for helping you before you shot off into the sky. She flew at record speeds and you used your nose and tracking abilities to find your way to the battle.

When you arrived you feared it was too late, many tawtute bodies were scattered all over, alongside fallen soldiers from your side as well. You gave Eywa a silent prayer before circling the area once more.

This time you saw something that made your gut twist and heart sink.

Neteyam.

He was being drug out of the water, and as you watched him unmoving you feared you had already lost him. You feared you were too late. You watched with watery eyes as Spider, Lo’ak, Tsireya, and Jake all held him by different limbs, and you heard shouting about watching his head.

You had to get down there.

You allowed them to get him onto the rock before you landed on your ikran, quickly dismounting her and running to Neteyam’s side. You collapsed to your knees next to him, and looked him over carefully. He was pale, a hand held over his thigh where blood was seeping through his fingers.

“Neteyam!” You shouted, or more like sobbed, and his head lulled in your direction, eyes narrowed and tired, “No, no! Ma Neteyam.” You practically sobbed out, grasping his other hand.

“Ma tiyawn…” He whispered, his voice was weak, “I’m sorry, so sorry.”

You wiped away your tears, trying to clear your vision so you could focus on him, “No! You will be okay. I’ll… I am going to help you.” You let go of his free hand and pried his other one from his thigh, and when you saw what was wrong you gasped.

He was shot.

It went in, but there was no exit wound as you flipped him over enough to check. You didn’t know how to heal that, but you were going to figure it out. You pulled Jake over by the arm, ordering him, “Put pressure on it. I’m going to look through my pouch.”

You opened your pouch, dumping out its contents and cringing as your knives clambered on the ground. You looked through everything you had, studying the situation.

He was bleeding, a lot, and fast, and soon he would bleed out, so you had to address that first. You pulled out a paste, and as you dipped your fingers into it you knew it would sting, so you spoke to Neteyam calmly, trying to distract him although he was on the verge of passing out, “Talk to me, Teyam. Talk to me, don’t stop. Stay awake.”

Neteyam didn’t answer right away, crying out in pain, his hand moved to your thigh to grip it as you applied the paste, “Talk to me.” You ordered him again, “Neteyam talk to me…” You practically begged him, also begging the Great Mother momentarily to allow you to keep him with you. You needed her strength to get through this.

Neteyam whimpered, but he responded this time, “Now we’re matching…” He tried to joke, his hand gently rubbing your thigh, fingers grazing over your stitches, before continuing, “I’m sorry (Y/n). I’m sorry…” His eyes were squeezed closed, and you watched helplessly as tears rolled down his face.

You were quick to hush him, trying to calm him, “Shh, shh. It’s okay, you don’t need to apologize.” You finished applying the paste, placing a kiss to his forehead, before turning back to his father, “Jake, keep pressure on it until the bleeding stops.” You ordered him, and his hands went back to applying pressure as Neteyam flinched away, trying to get away from the pain it caused.

Neteyam gasped for air, trying to stay awake and not pass out from the pain Jake was causing, although it was necessary, “I know you want to go back to the forest, I’m sorry you had to come here. I’m sorry. I just want to go home… I want to be home with you…” He sobbed, more tears rolling down his face.

You followed his lead, tears wetting your cheeks as well, “You are my home. Anywhere will be home if you’re with me. I will be happy anywhere with you. I promise.” You tried to reassure him, “I just need you to stay with me!” You cried out.

“It’s stopped…” Jake muttered in disbelief, and your head whipped to him, “It’s stopped!” He shouted, relief flowing through his veins, “Thank you! Thank you (Y/n)!”

He lifted his hands, and you watched intently, making sure it wouldn’t start up again, and when no more blood poured from the wound you let out a sigh of relief, “Thank you Eywa. Thank you Great Mother!” You shouted, face up to the sky. You would be forever grateful to her.

The peace only lasted a little longer before Neteyam was groaning again, trying to reposition himself to get the pain to go away, “It hurts. Please, (Y/n), do something…”

You sighed, cradling his face in your hands as Jake kept him from moving too much, his hands pushing down on Neteyam’s shoulders to keep him in place, “I can’t yawne, but you can rest now. Rest…”

It was like that was all he needed before his eyes slipped closed, and you watched him sleep as his chest rose steadily, you laying your ear against his chest to hear his heart beating. He would be okay, and that was what mattered right now.

“What is going on?” You heard Neytiri shout, and you realized she must have just flown in, “Is he okay?”

You didn’t have the energy to respond, instead just breathing with Neteyam. You had helped him successfully, saved him, and you figured someone else could respond for you. Jake answering her faded into the background, sounds becoming fuzzy as adrenaline oozed out of you, leaving you exhausted.

You truly meant it when you told Neteyam, “Anywhere will be home if you’re with me.” and you thanked Eywa for allowing you to keep your home. Your safety. You were relieved he was okay, and would be in the future. If he was okay, you were okay.

As the relief that he is okay floats away from you other thoughts consume you. Thoughts of revenge, thoughts of murder. You had to get revenge, had to make whoever did this feel just as scared as Neteyam did, make them feel pain like he had. You would kill whoever did this to him, or whoever was in charge.

You would kill Quaritch.

Word Bank:

Marui (Metkayina homes)

Metkayina (Ocean Na’vi)

Tsahík (Spiritual leader)

Tulkun (Whale-like creatures)

Ilu (Metkayina animal transportation)

Tsurak (Skimwing)

Eywa (Na’vi goddess)

Ikran (Mountain Banshee)

Tsaheylu (The Bond)

Tawtute (Sky people, humans)

Tiyawn (Love)

Great Mother (Eywa)

Yawne (Beloved)

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