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iwendix · 29 days

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BABY, CAN YOU

CALL ME BACK?

I MISS YOU

request: "wonyoung smut." | me: i accidentally deleted the message with request(I'm so sorry😭). but here you go, wony is here!! |

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: not proofreaded(probably misspellings, etc), smut with a little bit of a plot. fingering, grinding(?), kisses, praising, gentleness, needy!wonyoung, sub! wonyoung, gentle and loving sex, some teasing. idol!wony x idol!reader(sixth member le sserafim), mentioned!eunchae.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: being in different groups sometimes caused inconvenience, but you always found a way to be together and not leave each other feeling left out or unloved. you tried to arrange your schedules so that you could have free time together, usually it wasn’t that difficult and overall, this type of planning was very convenient for you. at least that's what reader thought before wonyoung suddenly called her when she was in cafe with eunchae.

lately you have been very tired, preparing for the comeback that should come out very soon, trainings haw been very exhausting. besides, the choreo was quite intense... you preferred not to think about the fact that dancing and singing at the same time will be even more difficult, you just hope for the best, honestly. one of the movements in the choreography is quite complex, all of you didn't make it in a first try. though, eunchae had really hard time with it. for several practices in a row already, she was unable to do this movement, which made her very worried and stressed, but all of members tried to help and comfort her. anyway, as they say, practice bear victory, soroday finally she showed some progress and maid it. after the practice today you promised to take your makne to a cafe. she's trying so hard for this comeback, you can't help but want to try cheer her up at least a little. you were so focused on your work that you didn't even noticed missed call from wony and voicemails that she sent you later.

you two were in a cafe, you were sipping your coffee, listening attentatively to how excitedly eunchae was telling you a story. you nodded when she asked you something, and overall, everything was going absolutely calm until you heard your phone vibrate in your bag. that's when you understand that you haven't checked your messages and calls since the very morning. you apologized to eunchae and went to the restroom. looking around and making sure that you are alone here, you took your phone out of your pocket, put your finger on the fingerprint scanner and opened the notifications. seeing the missed call from wonyoung and her voicemails, your eyes widened, for a moment you felt worrying, even panic. the first thought was: what if something happened? though, you decide to listen messages and just find out already, not letting yourself start panicking with no reason.

"baby, can you call me back? i miss you" light smile tugged your lips as you hear wony's voice. she calls you baby, it makes your heart flutter every time. you think that you surely should call her after listening to all messages.

you tapped on second voicemail.

"baby... please..." that's all you managed to make out between these sweet little moans and whimpers you heard with a light sound of some music on the background. you feel warmth spreading in your cheeks and body. is this an urgent enough reason to leave the cafe early?... definitely. wonyoung sent this message not long ago, you should hurry up.

you return from the restroom to the cafe itself, sit down at the table again, continuing to listen to eunchae's story, not wanting to seem rude or as if you're bored with her. your cheeks still red and you feel how with every second something tightening in your lower abdomen. you can’t control your thoughts and concentrate on your bandmate’s voice, your thoughts involuntarily return to those voice messages that wonyoung sent you. you squeeze your thighs under the table, trying to somehow calm down that fire you feel down there. your hand clenches into a fist, your nails dig into your palm, grounding you a little. eunchae, seems to notice how you squirming in your seet. she tilted her head to the side, looking at you a little worried.

"are you okay? you're face kinda red and you're shaking a little... are you feeling fine? maybe you got sick?" she asked you with such genuine worry, you can't help but smile to herself, feeling happy that she cares about you and a little embarrassed at the same time because you're definitely not sick.

"I'm... yes, maybe i got sick..."

you didn’t have to say another word before eunchae had already called you a taxi and sent you home, ordering you to get treatment. in the taxi you had to change the route, you need to go to wony's, not to yours but you couldn't tell about it eunchae. the driver grumbled a little at you for changing the route, but still accepted the situation. some minutes later you were already standing in front of wonyoung's front door, taking the keys out of your bag, and then trying to push the key into the keyhole with yours trembling with impatience hands. several very difficult minutes pass until you finally open the door, go inside and lock it behind you. you take off your shoes and coat, trow them on the hanger, without caring how they would look after that.

"wony, dear! I'm home..." you say as you walk into the bedroom and you stop in the door frame, with your mouth open. you close your mouth and open again, wanting to say something but nothing come out. your girlfriend sleeping on the bed in nothing but your shirt, cuddling to the plush bear you gave her for valentine's day. her small frame in this king sized bed looks just too adorable.you quietly take off your street clothes, changing into a similar shirt and carefully crawl onto the bed next to wonyoung, taking the teddy bear from her hands and lying on it's place. you press closer to her a little, feeling the warmth of her body and the corner of your lips rises up. you kiss her forehead, quietly whispering to yourself*

"such a sweetheart... she couldn't wait for me... oh, she's probably tired..."

suddenly wonyoung opened her eyes, looking around a little sleepy and confusedly, a sweet yawn leaves her lips. It takes her a couple of seconds to wake up enough to finally notice you lying near, waiting for her to acknowledge your presence.

"baby!..." she jumped on you with a tight hug, her face hiding into your neck, taking in aroma of your perfume. your hands gently roaming along her waist in gentle circling motions as you shuggle her closer.

"aw, wony, you missed me so much?" you can't help but feel butterflies and already familiar feeling of something hot in your lower abdomen when she is so close to you.

"yes. of course I really missed you!... I thought you listened to my voicemails..." she pouted and you already know this upset little pout, this is the beginning of the disaster to say at least. you immediately shake your head and give her gentle "mwah" ob the cheek.

"i listened to them, don't be so pouty. by the way, i liked the way your moans sound so sweet and needy." you give her cheek playful pinch.

she blushed a little and rolled her eyes, giving your shoulder little nudge. not her fault you were away for so long, right? she seems in thoughts for a couple of seconds and then everything happened really fast: you just find yourself lying in the bed with wony sitting on top of you and straddling your hips. you feel her wetness on your skin, your hands lying on her waist gently helping her guide her movements as she grinded against you. she unbuttons her shirt, exposing her chest and collarbones to your gaze. her skin is so soft and light like silk and you can’t take your eyes off her. the way her hips swaying enticingly as she rided you, the way her breasts moving in the same rhythm and the way you can feel more and more of her wetness covering you. you hear her every gasp and needy whimper as she closed her eyes feeling pleasure closer wigh every second. she is just so addictive in every single way you can't help yourself but want her all.

"so wet and still nothing inside? tch, such an inconvenience..." you say teasingly, smirk tugged your lips as you take in how flushed she looks and how her thighs are trying to squeeze around your hips, so desperately craving more touch and friction. you gently flip her on her back, your fingers trace haotic patterns across her skin, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her lips. eith every touch and whisper, you feel her need for you growing. you slowly slip two fingers inside her, feeling the warmth and wetness enveloping your digits. wonyoung's breath hitches, her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure washes over her face.

"please, baby... you're so... taking me so good..." she whisper into your ear and you feel like your body trembling from how tight her walls gripping your fingers and how nicely she asking you for more.

wony arches her back, her hips backing against your hand, trying to get you deeper. her muscles clench around your fingers, each movement drawing out sighs of blissful satisfaction and her speech turned into incomprehensible whimpers. with her nails dig into your back, leaving faint trails of pleasure across your skin as she reached her peak, cumming all over your fingers with your name on her lips. you gently take out your fingers, kissing her temple and whispering praises, saying how good she is, and how much you love her.

#wonyoung #wonyoung x reader #wonyoung x fem reader #wony #wlw #character x reader #idol x reader #wlw smut

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widowmaxff · 4 months

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the sour taste

pairings: motherfigure!wanda × fem!reader (platonic)

warnings: ed!!!, bad thoughts, self-deprecating reader, reader sees wanda as a mother figure

a/n: so I accidentally deleted the request for this oneshot but thank you so much to whoever asked! I've never written a character with ed but I really hope you like it ;)

You didn't remember exactly what it was like to have a father or a mother. You don't remember what it was like to have a hug or play with the toys you always dreamed of. Your childhood was made up of tests and bad people at the Hydra base who punished you for every wrong step. Those people appeared in all your nightmares nowadays and it all seemed so real.

But, you still remember exactly the day the gunshots were loud enough to make your ears hurt, and how the red-haired woman was the first to find you in your cell with your hands around your head trying to muffle the sounds. You remember how she bent down beside you and made you calm down. How her touch made you feel loved again, how her sweet words made you hold on to her and not want to let go anymore. Wanda Maximoff held your hand tightly until you finally arrived at the Avengers Compound.

It took you a while to get used to the people in that place, their laughs, their clothes, their voices. Everything was very strange for you. But with Wanda it was different. She was the only one you let comb your hair, put you under the covers and even the only one you let come close to you. It was obvious that this changed over time, but this connection with Wanda was greater than anyone else in that Compound. Maximoff helped you recover and learn to be a normal person, and teenager, again. But even so, some habits would not change.

Once at the Hydra base, you went more than five days without eating, not because you wanted to, but because you made some minor mistake and they thought the only thing to do was punish you. You remember how your body became too thin, your skin was paler than normal and your hair fell to the floor of the cold and dirty cell you were in. And that was what you did these days to punish yourself.

When you started attending (being forced by the Avengers) school, these self-punishments became even more frequent. You saw how those girls in short skirts with their arms out were totally different from you, you thought. They were thin, very thin. And you... are you. Things got even worse when those same people talked about you, how your body wasn't like theirs. So, you think the problem is you.

The punishments from your childhood, all the bullying you suffered and how you thought about yourself came together into one thing, a big snowball that was thrown at you and made you suffocate until you ran out of air. You felt like that at that moment under the blankets, your eyes red and swollen from crying, your cheeks dry from tears. It was only six in the afternoon that day and your thoughts didn't stop for a single second, about how you deserved to suffer and die of hunger, how you didn't even deserve to be alive.

Most of your days were like this. You skipped breakfast with the excuse of being late for school, you skipped lunch saying you had already eaten at school, you skipped dinner pretending you were asleep when Wanda knocked on your bedroom door. At the birthday parties that Tony Stark threw for everyone in that place, you didn't eat the cake. From the afternoon snacks that Maximoff brought you, you vomited in the bathroom a minute after leaving. So, you tried to change your body, your face, but you always felt like that. You felt disgusting looking at the girl on the other side of the mirror.

And when you heard the knock on your bedroom door, your heart skipped a beat. You knew it was Wanda and now there was nowhere to hide your reddened face, nor the lie of pretending you were asleep. "You can come in." you mutter loud enough for the older woman to hear.

She enters the room, but you still don't look at her. Your body almost melting into the bed makes her worry. Wanda walks lightly towards you, lowering herself to the ground so she can look directly into your eyes. Maximoff had already seen you cry, she had seen it many times. But even so, she worried every time you appeared with your nose red and the corners of your eyes even more so. "Hey, sweetheart." She tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, waiting for a response from you.

"Just another nightmare." You lie quickly, seeing the expression on Wanda's face become even sweeter. But she knew deep down you were lying. Because every other time those sour dreams haunted you, you turned to her, not even waiting to calm down to run into Wanda's arms and listen to all her sweet words that helped your head.

"I'm so sorry, baby. You know I'll always be here for you, okay?" She murmurs, quickly pulling you into her arms and kissing your forehead. You take a deep breath and rest your head on her shoulder, feeling her hands caressing your back. "What do you think about having dinner? I know you sleep early so I already made your favorite dish." Her voice was so sweet that you almost started crying again, but the words she said felt so hard in your head that even your empty stomach turned.

You couldn't think of a lie that made sense at that moment, and you knew that if you thought too loud around Wanda she would end up discovering things you didn't want her to know. So you just shake your head up and down. She leaves one last kiss on your head and holds your hand so she could guide you towards the kitchen of that large place.

At some moments on that path you feel your legs failing and your head dizzy. You were weak. And Wanda realized that. She immediately stopped when it happened the third time and held your face in her hands, looking straight into your eyes. You knew it was happening because of the lack of food in your stomach, but she couldn't know that. "I'm sorry, I'm just tired." You lie again, losing count of how many times you've had to do that to the woman in front of you, who was just worried.

The expression on Wanda's face let you know she didn't believe you, but you still continued on your way back to the kitchen. The smell of food makes you nauseous. You wanted so much to taste every grain in that dish without feeling guilty, but you knew that was impossible to happen.

You sit on the chair looking directly at the full plate that Wanda prepared with all the care in the world. You touch the cold fork and start stirring the food with it. You can feel Wanda's gaze on you. She knew, you thought. You thought you were hiding it so well. You would have to make her think otherwise, that it was just things in her head. Then, you take a small portion to your mouth, feeling the tears start to burn again in the corners of your eyes. The noise your throat makes when you swallow the food makes you close your eyes tightly, trying to hold back the tears that were insisting on falling. You wouldn't cry in front of Wanda now, not when you didn't want her to find out your secret. You felt so embarrassed.

But when you finally release a sob, Wanda knows that those voices that worried about you in her head were right. She runs towards you and holds you in her arms. At that moment you can no longer control all that feeling that you kept inside you, of all the bad moments and memories that make you feel guilty for having swallowed that small portion. "Oh honey." You hear her voice crack as she pats your head. You start to sob and cry even louder with each passing second, feeling Wanda hold you even tighter. "Shh, it's okay, you're okay."

"I'm so- sorry." You manage to speak through all those feelings being poured across your face.

"There's nothing to apologize for, sweetheart." Wanda kisses your head, feeling your body relaxing with her physical touches. She knew that you never had a mother-daughter experience, and she knew that at that moment all you needed was a mother figure to help you. "Oh, my beautiful girl... it's okay, Mom is here." You were feeling so overwhelmed that you didn't even notice the term Wanda called herself, but it still made your heart warm.

Wanda didn't know if you were ready to talk about all your feelings and she wasn't going to force you to talk, but even so, tears of despair still fell from Maximoff's eyes, wanting to know why you wanted to starve yourself until death.

"I love you so much, baby. Don't forget that." She holds your face with both hands, watching your eyes fill with tears with every word she says. You couldn't speak at that moment, just staring at the older woman in front of you with eyes blurred by tears. "We'll get through this like we always do, okay?"

You can feel Wanda's fingers caress your cheeks, red from crying. "This won't last forever, love, and I'm here every step of the way to help you." She wipes away one of the several tears that fall from her eyes, feeling her body shake. "We'll work together to find healthy ways to approach your relationship with food and I'll help you with whatever you need." You close your eyes again and take a deep breath, continuing to feel Wanda's loving fingers on your face. "We can seek professional help, such as a therapist or nutritionist. Furthermore, I want you to know that our relationship is completely open for you to come and talk to me, yeah? Feeling comfortable sharing your feelings and thoughts will be essential for me to be able to help you."

"Thank you so much, Wands." You murmur, still looking into the woman's deep green eyes.

"I'm so sorry I didn't realize it sooner, my love." She says, now holding your hands as her eyes become shiny from the suppressed crying. You shake your head disagreeing with her, muttering something like 'it's not your fault'.

"What if we start one step at a time?" Wanda murmurs, leaving a tender kiss on your hand. "Today I'm going to help you eat at least half of the plate, what do you think?" You hesitated for a moment, but seeing Wanda with hope in her eyes made you agree to the idea, because you knew she would help you with whatever you needed.

That night everything seemed so different. Wanda managed to distract you from all those dark thoughts inside your head that told you that you weren't enough, that you didn't deserve to be eating. But the woman with red hair made you feel loved, because you are. Wanda makes you smile and feel like a better person in that terrible world, because she loves you. And you knew that she wouldn't give up on you and would help you with even the smallest things with the greatest pride in her eyes, because that's what mothers do.

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twelveozpepsi · 4 months

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- In the same day:

• Chris TikTok Banned./ Deactivated (?)

• Matt Deletes every TikTok. Except 1.

{edit: Matt put 1/2 his tiktoks back 1-7-23)

• Nick number of his posted TikToks went from +500 - 83.

• The last thing Matt posted, before all their accounts trimmed down was: “im sick of her ass” audio; caption: “you’re never gonna find another someone like me.” (Mass deletes)

~ Y’all I’m reallllyyyyy starting to believe something up.. Thoughts - hot takes?

- Current Fan Theories:

• Management: Laura/Madi falling-out, Contract Ending/Breaking it, or simply moving on; growth.

{edit: highly unlikely at this point about management (bummer), Nick & the boys liked a Z-Star post last night from Trilly’s show 1-7-23}

• Re-Brand 2024, deep cleanse.

• Clout? Stirring the pot like Panera Girl to get us talking then drops “Yesterdays Problems” & same w/ Nick’s project.

• Pre-Filmed: December was a pre-recorded videos month. Theory is they had to pre-film to then go about finalizing the separation of Z-Star & Triplets contracts. Note: 1st week back from pre-filmed content, MASS DELETES, PURGES MERCH, & HINT at things tied to Laura making money for or w/ triplets. Like matt deleting TikToks few hours into being posted to not have $$$ off of it, that then goes to Laura long the way.

• Matt’s whole TikTok being about a girl he’s not longer talking to, & his tough guy phase was him grouchy from a breakup type situation or something long those lines. {doesn’t clear up all 3 of them purging their accounts}

~ SOOOOO… Happy 2024🎉🍾 (lol), no seriously let me know if you guys agree or if you think it’s multiple of these reasons? None. Lmk let’s talk.

#chris sturniolo #chris x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturnsfilmed #sturniolo

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avatar-anna · 10 months

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hi i know u said u had writers block and i have this idea for a blurb/fic idk if you take requests and please delete this if you hate it BUT i’m terrible at writing and can’t get this idea out of my head, mua/yn and harry are secretly dating, some of the crew figure it out as tour goes on but fans start to notice a girl at every show who’s wearing like subtly matching outfits to harry and that’s how people find out they’re together, i just think it’d be such a cute concept AND maybe H doesn’t realise at first and she won’t tell him till he notices and she gets all shy when he asks her about it 🥺

so, i actually already have a makeup artist!y/n. it was one of the first fics i'd ever written on this page. so i just kinda tried to do a continuation of it here. enjoy!

The Makeup Artist, Vogue Beauty Secrets, Painting H's Nails

"Five more minutes."

"You said that five minutes ago."

Harry pulled back, his swollen lips turned down into a pout. "Do you not want five more minutes? You're hurting my heart, here, lovie."

You giggled and booped Harry's nose before kissing his cheek. "I want all the minutes, baby. But I think I'm also the only one paying attention to how close we're getting to showtime. And I have a job too, you know."

Harry didn't say anything to your attempt at logic, just leaned in again, his nose nudging against yours until he finally kissed you. And even though you knew you should've already been setting up your makeup kit to get the band ready, you let him. It was hard to say no, it was hard to say anything when he kept licking the seam of your lips, urging you to give him what he wanted. You.

And because you were about as obsessed with him as he was with you, you gave in, pushing him deeper into his makeup chair as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Harry grinned into the kiss, satisfied that you gave in.

"I'm gonna get fired for not doing my job," you mumbled a couple minutes later as he kissed his way up to your ear.

"By who? I'm technically the one that hired you," Harry replied with ease.

You rolled your eyes and pulled back just enough to hold his cheeks in your hands. "I have to get you ready."

He huffed. "It's not that much. We could even skip a couple steps. Save some time."

"I don't know about that," you said, brushing away a stray strand of his hair that had fallen in his face. "I was thinking about putting a little glitter on your chest, make it really sparkle under all those bright lights."

"I think you just want an excuse to rub your hands all over my chest."

"Well, duh. I thought that was a given."

As far as gigs went, being Harry's makeup artist was pretty low maintenance. It had been that way from the start, though sometimes you delved into some fun pre-show skincare when he let you. The bulk of your job was mainly with the women of the band, who were more than happy to let you take creative liberties with their makeup each show, though today would have to be on the simple side seeing as Harry was currently holding you hostage in his dressing room.

You were the one who liked to really go all out for your boyfriend's shows. The girls in the Love Band still needed something functional, cohesive, and something that didn't stand out so much since Harry was technically the focal point. So if you had time, you went all out with your own makeup, sometimes matching your eyeshadow or blush to Harry's stage outfits.

As you tried to remove yourself from Harry's lap, his arms tightened around your waist. "Just one more, and then I'm good."

Sighing, you kissed your pouty boyfriend's forehead. "Oh, my love, it's never just one more kiss with you."

*.*

You were waiting for Harry by the side of the stage just before he was meant to go on. Some days you went to the tour bus to catch up on sleep during shows or napped in Harry's dressing room, but recently you'd been staying to watch him perform. You knew he appreciated it, and you enjoyed the high energy of being in the crowd and watching your boyfriend do what he loved (aside from kissing you senseless, of course).

"Is it just me, or are we matching?"

You turned toward where Harry was walking toward you, smiling as he looked you up and down. When he reached you, his arms snaked around your waist, his lips against your temple as he mumbled, "I love it."

Looking down at the denim vest and jeans you were wearing to tonight's show, you said, "What, this old thing? It's just something I threw together."

"I don't know whether I should love or hate how cute you guys are."

Spinning around while remaining in the circle of Harry's arms, you grinned sheepishly at Ny'Oh. "It's a coincidence, I swear."

She laughed and shook her head, not believing you for a minute. "Yeah? And what about all the other times?"

It was no secret that you and Harry were together, though this new leg of the tour came with some new crew members who didn't know Harry was dating Love on Tour's makeup artist. You always blushed furiously any time someone caught you holding hands or having a little lunch date at craft services or sharing a kiss in what you thought was a secret corner or hallway. You preferred to keep things low-key, not wanting to draw too much attention to the fact that you were technically dating your boss, but Harry didn't have any kind of reservations. He was more than comfortable with kissing your cheek and calling you pet names and holding you against his chest in front of everyone. On tour, that is. Outside of the confines of a venue or tour bus, you and Harry both agreed to keep your relationship private for now, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to yourselves.

"I think of it as a challenge," you said to Ny'Oh. "It takes skill to be this subtle yet just on the nose."

"A fine line, if you will," Harry added, grinning from ear to ear.

Shaking your head, you said, "Nope. That was too much. Even for me."

After exchanging a couple more laughs with Harry and the band as they prepared to go onstage, you kissed Harry good luck and left to go find your spot on the floor to watch the show. You preferred to watch with the rest of the audience, though Harry always made sure you were within arm's reach of a security guard at all times. Just in case.

Walking to your spot a few paces from the barricade, you admired the wide array of colorful outfits and costumes fans wore. It was why you loved being in the crowd. Seeing everyone all dressed up in feather boas and sparkly cowboy hats and homemade outfits that matched albums and songs. It was inspiring to see the space Harry's shows created, and to be part of it in a small way.

"Your makeup looks amazing!"

Turning to your right, you saw a group of girls, maybe in their late teens or early twenties. Each of them were dressed in a spectrum of glitter and heart sunglasses and merch, wide smiles on their faces as they waited for Harry to come out.

You'd gone for a pretty tame look. For you, anyway. Simple base makeup with a pretty blue eyeshadow and daisies that lined your crease and just beneath your lash line that took way longer than they should've. But the result was just how you wanted it, so you couldn't really complain.

"Thank you," you said to the girl who spoke. She was dressed in a pair of jeans outlined in sequins, a shirt with Canyon Moon lyrics tucked in as a crop top. She also had her makeup done, her eyes and cheeks decked out in eyeshadow that shifted color in the light. "I like yours too."

You talked to the girls a little while longer, but when the lights died down and the song that signaled the show was about to start came on, the girls quickly said their goodbyes and faced the stage. Still, they were close enough that despite the commotion, you could hear them talking. About you.

"I swear, I've seen her before."

"So? Tons of people go to multiple shows."

"Yeah, but...I don't know. It feels like she's standing separate from the rest of us."

You smiled to yourself and tried to focus on the stage instead of eavesdropping on the conversation about you, which was forgotten the second the opening chords to Daydreaming began. The concert was like all the rest you'd been to, and yet you still weren't sick of it. Seeing Harry's smile and witnessing the sheer joy on his face as he performed made going to show after show well worth it.

And when he was in your section, he was always close enough to make eye contact, even wink as he sang certain lyrics, which would definitely earn him a smack on the arm later. But even so, it made your cheeks flush and your stomach flip with excitement. And Harry, who could read you like a book, grinned as he moved on to a different part of the stage.

"Did you see how he looked at her! He winked!"

"You sound crazy!"

Smiling to yourself, you shook your head. Maybe it was time to watch from backstage for a while.

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles writing #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic

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smallestapplin · 9 months

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For you

Request : really like your stories. I want a request. I want a story for Dracula. If you want, I want him to be possessive like Yandere. I want it to be long, a little long. I hope you continue writing stories.

Another repost from my deleted side blog

🔞18+only! MDNI!🔞

Dracula never thought he’d find love again, much less a third time. After all the tragedy and heartbreak he’s been forced to face, and to go through, he found a place with you.

Just another human.

But your kindness, your compassion made him fall all over again.

How you saw him, a mere stranger who looked troubled, and offered him company.

Your presence was warm, with a smile that outshined the morning sun. How you gazed at him like he was worth more than gold, how you attentively listened to everything he had to say.

Especially so late at night.

Dracula hung onto your every word, taking in everything you had to say to him. Every word you spoke, every question you asked him, had him enthralled with you.

He knew then he had to protect you, to keep you safe from the world.

To protect you from the same fate as those before. He can’t lose you too.

Even after meeting with you, and taking small walks around your little town every night, he can’t bring himself to leave back to his castle.

Not without you in tow, he needed to have you, to protect you, to hold you.

You remain unaware of the second shadow you have, but you do feel eyes on you almost every night. But you happily close your door, not seeing the nearly nine foot tall shadow behind you, with dim glowing red eyes staring at you as he trails silently after you.

Following you around your home.

Mutely cooing at your decor, already making a mental listen of anything that looks important to take with him. Oh! Maybe he will give you your own personal room next to his, just for all your things.

The vampire quietly purrs, watching you get snuggled into bed. You’re too precious, he can’t wait to finally have you in his arms, safe and showered in his love.

You’re oblivious to the man carefully picking up your sleeping form.

You awake with a yawn and a stretch, having felt like you got the best sleep in the world. You rub the sleep from your eyes, yawning once more before looking around, before sitting up, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

Everything in the room was black, red, and gold, looking like you went back in time.

The bed was massive, and incredibly comfortable. The room is dark, with the only source of light coming from a lit set of candles, dimly glowing.

Your breathing picks up, as your eyes dart around trying to find a clear way out.

This wasn’t your room, nor your home.

You needed to get back, and fast, before whoever took you came back. Though your arms are shaking, you slowly move closer to the edge of the bed, only to pause, feeling like you’re being watched.

You can feel your hair standing on end.

Yet, you feel almost….safe? You can’t explain it, you feel as though whatever or whoever is watching you, won’t hurt you.

But although you feel welcomed here, it feels hostile.

You slide off the bed as quietly as you could. Trembling as the coldness of the room washes over you, you are still only dressed in your sleep shirt and shorts, so you aren’t sure if that’s a good sign or not.

You slowly walk towards the door, pausing when the floor creaks under you. You wait to see if anyone comes, yet nothing happens. You let out a mute sigh before continuing, internally cheering once you reached the grand door.

You take a deep breath as you grasp the gold handle, placing your other hand where the door and door frame meet to soften the sounds of it opening. Peeking through the decent gap, you nearly choke.

Before you stand two inhumanly tall knights in gold armor, both their heads looking towards you, causing the bright blue feathering on their helms to move.

Your eyes keep darting between the two, and their monstrous swords. The moment one moved, you jumped back and slammed the door shut.

Your heart is pounding, and your skin becomes tacky with sweat.

Well, there goes sneaking out that way, it could never be easy. They two guards never enter the room, so you suppose it’s safe in here for now. Walking back, you try the windows, seeing if you could open those.

You push, you pull, you push, but the windows never budge, it’s like some invisible force is keeping them shut.

You huff, realizing you’re truly trapped here.

With those knights of whatever they are staying outside your door, you will have to wait until they leave. But you doubt they will ever move.

You jump back, head whipping around towards the door at the sound of three knocks. Your heart drops, only to be left more confused and nervous.

You’re shocked to see the man you’ve been talking to late at night, but a part of you feels like you should’ve seen it coming.

Dracula chuckles at your shocked face.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you, my love.”

You realize he’s holding a bed tray, one that’s filled with food and a nice cold drink for you.

“I apologize if the food isn’t perfect, it’s been centuries since I last cooked anything.”

Your brain is slowly clicking things into place.

Why else would he be nearly nine feet tall, if he wasn’t something supernatural. Your heart stops, now realizing escape would be impossible, unless you had help from another inhuman creature.

You try to think, and fast. It would be best to just play along, until he gives you an opening. You hesitantly sit down on the bed, allowing him to place the tray over your lap.

The food looks amazing, and like he took every precaution while making it just right for you. The bed dips under his weight as he sits next to you, looking at you expectingly.

You stare at the food before you, your adrenaline still going, making you not feel hungry at all.

“Is it not what you’d like?”

You jolt, looking up at him as you have so many times before, yet this time feels different.

“It looks good! Just a little nervous, I guess.”

You try to laugh your nerves away, but the way he’s looking at you only makes it worse. Your laughter gets caught in your throat, watching him drop to the floor, moving to his knees in front of you

Even still, he’s only now at eye level with you.

“Would you prefer me to feed you instead?”

He takes the fork, stabbing some of the food and holding it to your lips. You look between him and the fork before opening your mouth, as you aren’t sure if you should be afraid to disobey.

You hum as your chew the food.

“Wow, that's actually really good.”

Dracula purrs at your priase, as he happily keeps feeding you, taking breaks in between to hold a glass of water to you, helping your drink from it. He seems so happy just to pamper you, you aren’t sure what his intent is, but after all this time you feel like it’s not anything malicious.

He coos at you, joy clear on his face seeing that you’ve cleaned your plate. You watch him pick up the bed tray and make his way to the door.

Maybe, if you can ask him you can get a better lay out of this home of his.

“W-wait!”

He pauses instantly, like you have a hold on him. He turns back to you, black hair swaying with his sharp movements.

“Yes, Dear?”

You feel your words stuck in your throat. Swallowing thickly you finally ask.

“Can…can I go with you? I don’t want to be alone.”

You voice barely a whisper, but he hears you loud and clear.

“Of course you can, but please, stay close.”

The large vampire nearly melts when you get behind him, and hold onto him by his cloak. He knew he made the right choice, you’re perfect for him! By the second he can feel his love deepening.

You truly are too precious.

So trusting.

So bashful.

He finds you so endearing.

The guards you saw earlier, watch you both leave the room, but stay in their places. You take notes as you two walk.

You try to memorize the hallway as best you can.

Until you realize just how long this one hallway is, and how many stairs there are, just how big is this place!?

“This is quite the home you have, how do you not get lost?”

Dracula’s laugh echoes throughout the wide area.

“I’ve lived here for centuries, my sweet. Soon you will learn the layout as well.”

He is sure of it, once you get comfortable he will make you immortal like him, so you can never leave him, and if you are to die, he could revive you easily. Dracula lets out a soft sigh, dreaming of the day you call him your husband, and living a sweet, domestic life with him.

You two fall into silence, from him daydreaming, and you watching all the creatures you two pass. Fear grips your heart at the plethora of other worldly monsters you see, from walking skeletons, to axe wielding knights, to zombies and anything in between or more.

You’ve never seen anything like them, and all of them watch you, or not even bother you.

It’s like you walking with Vlad protected you.

You move closer, pressing yourself against his back, hoping to put as much distance between you and the other monsters.

Dracula snaps from his thoughts, glancing down at you and taking in your visibly uncomfortable expression, how you look as scared of the things around you.

While he knows with time you’ll grow use to them, now is not then, and you need safety and comfort above all else. You don’t see the harsh look he gives the mindless zombie, who’s wandering too close.

Dracula shifts the bed tray to one hand, as to free up the one closest to you, and within an instant the creature flies, slamming to the wall and becoming nothing but a messy pile stuck to it.

You gasp, jumping at the sight, and watching Dracula shake his hand a bit, as if to get off the decomposing skin off his hand.

“There, that’s taken care of. I can assure you I will make sure nothing happens to you.”

You believe him, but that’s what you dread.

By the time you two reach the extravagant kitchen, your adrenaline has disappeared, leaving you tired and exhausted.

So much so, you don’t fight back when he picks you up, jusg simply laying your head against his chest.

You hear no heartbeat, and his skin is cool to the touch, leaving you less than settled. With a flash of light, and what felt like the world spinning, you ended up in a completely different room.

Sluggishly, you lift your head, taking in the sight of such a lavish throne room, and a very large chair, covered in gold detailing, with deep red cushions.

He sits down, keeping you in his lap and to his chest, as if you’d disappear. He kisses the top of your head, cooing at how tired you are.

He looks at you, taking in your much smaller form, and how perfectly you rest against him, like puzzle pieces fitting together.

He would wipe out his entire undead army for you, if they scared you so much.

“I love you, darling.”

His ears twitch, picking up the sound of your heartbeat speeding up.

“I would do anything for you, to protect you. You are mine to hold, mine to love. I will keep you from harms way.”

You lazily blink, feeling his grip getting tighter as he takes deep inhales of your scent.

“Your presence and warmth alone are more addicting than the finest ambrosia. I want you to myself.”

“Vlad?”

You fight back a flinch when he growls low and deeply, you can feel it in your chest.

“Say it, say you’re mine, please.”

You can feel yourself sweating, unsure how to answer him.

Do you want to escape and go home?

Or do you want to stay here, with the lord of the night as your beloved?

You weigh the pros and cons of everything.

Finally, you look into those deep crimson eyes.

“I’m yours.”

He smiles, fangs poking from his lips before he pulls you into a breathtaking kiss. His arms around you, hugging you to his chest, keeping you in place.

His lips firmly on yours, only pulling away so you could breathe.

As you pant, he can’t help but think about when he finally turns you into a vampire like him, you won’t need air, and can kiss him for as long as possible.

You’ll be tied to him forever, stuck with him.

He trembles at the thought.

He can’t wait to keep you with him forever.

#yandere castlevania #castlevania yandere dracula #castlevania dracula #castlevania x reader #castlevania dracula x reader #yandere dracula x reader #yandere #tw.yandere #tw.kidnapping

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allyeardepression · 2 months

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@jegulus-microfic | feb 29 address | words 1881

hi, so this one is so fucking long, i don’t even know how it happened. anyways, hope you’ll enjoy it :3

first part | previous part

Reg

Will you be there tonight?

James looked at the message he received almost half an hour ago and for the hundredth time deleted his response.

‘Of course I’ll be there’ sounded too eager. ‘Yeah’ was out of question with it being too dry. ‘I’ll try to make it’ was just mean, like when you have a big event at school and your parents say that exact line, and you just feel like shit. So he sat there, on his couch, contemplating how to answer the man he apparently fancies. He thought the crush went away with them going separate ways after school, but oh well. With just one dinner, all the feelings came back, making him feel like a teenager again.

He deleted another answer when Regulus texted him again.

Reg

You know I can see you typing then changing your mind over and over again, right?

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was his chance to keep this from getting any weirder.

James

yeah i know sorry about that

and answering the first question yes ill be there

With that, he threw his phone as far away from himself as he could and went to have a crisis while taking a shower. And don’t get him wrong - he really wanted to be there, to see the art Regulus makes, but at the same time he didn’t want to make a fool of himself. He liked Reg, he wanted to get to know him again after all those years they haven’t talked. And yet, he was still afraid he would fuck it up somehow.

“No you won’t” he said to his reflection in the mirror. “You won’t, just pull yourself together. And don’t act weird, just… be who you are. If he doesn’t like it, back off.”

After that little motivational talk, James started to get ready properly. He did his skincare routine, tried to (and failed) tame the nest on his head, also known as hair, and went to the closet to find something suitable for the occasion. How does one even dress for opening?

Having no better option, James decided to do the most stupid thing he could do.

“What are you wearing tonight?” he asked without any greeting. On the other side he heard the most feral laughter ever and just groaned at it. “It’s not funny, I really don’t know!” the laughter became even more hysterical, so James just stood in the middle of his closet, waiting for Sirius to calm down.

“Oh god, this is too good” his best friend chuckled a little breathlessly. “Are you trying to impress my brother or what?”

“I’m not trying to impress anyone, I just… what should I wear? To not look like an idiot?” more giggles from Sirius.

“Yeah, well, me and Moony are going in our usual clothes, so maybe something in between?”

“You mean I should go as a slutty grandpa?” James grumbled. His bestie just barked another laugh at that.

“Yes, exactly! Hope I helped, gotta go, see you there” and the call ended.

It actually did help, to his surprise. He put on a maroon turtleneck, paired it with suit trousers and his favourite red converse. The entire outfit, although simple, seemed to emphasise his muscles, giving the exact result James was aiming for. He put three golden hoops in his ear and finally felt ready.

Grabbing the phone from the armchair it landed on, James check if Regulus sent any new messages - he did.

Reg

I’m glad.

Don’t overdress, it’s a casual event, nothing fancy.

Do you know where to go?

Should I send you the address?

Hello?

Are you alive?

James, it’s been more than an hour, are you alright?

James smiled at all of this, quickly replying with ‘yes everythings good the shower took longer than it should pls send the address’.

***

He arrived at a small local art gallery, where the opening took place. As soon as James got out of his car, Remus and Sirius spotted him, practically running in his direction. The shorter man, dressed in a silk shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and tight jeans (all black, of course), jumped into his arms, screaming excitedly, like he hasn’t seen him in a while (since yesterday). From behind, Sirius’ fiancé rolled his eyes, smirking at their antics.

“Fancy seeing you here, Prongs” Remus said cheekily, when the long-haired man came to his side. It was James’ turn to roll his eyes.

“Are we coming in or are we just gonna stand here and freeze?” Sirius asked, snuggling closer to Remus.

“You should’ve dressed accordingly to the weather. I’m feeling petty so - Moony, would you mind giving me a fag?” James chirped sweetly, batting his lashes at the taller man.

He didn’t give him the cigarette, what’s with his shivering partner, so they just walked in to the gallery.

James spotted Regulus immediately. He was wearing a dark green sweater with a white collar sticking out from under it, black trousers and low Docs. He looked innocent and hot at the same time. He could see the younger man noticing him, too, when his lips turned into a little smile.

“Hi, Little Star” Reg snorted at that, and that was all he had to do to get himself a wide grin from James.

“Hello, James. Thank you for coming” came the slightly amused answer. They scanned each other for a second. From up close Regulus looked even better, James thought.

“You look good, I mean, like, very good” Reg chuckled softly at that and the other man melted a little.

“You look good, too” younger man replied, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

Their moment was interrupted by Sirius barging in, saying how proud of his little brother he is, while ruffling Reg’s hair. Even though he didn’t like it, Regulus hasn’t voiced his displeasure. It was nice of him, really.

Not long after, some professor welcomed everyone from the middle of the room, talking about all the hard work his students put into this exhibition and how glad he was to see so many people coming to appreciate that work. Some ovations. Then they were free to admire the pieces. Most of them were paintings, but there were also sculptures and some photographs.

The theme of the exhibition was ‘love’, so the students presented how they perceived it - some in a cute way, whit elderly couples sitting on a bench or some places they loved, but there were also darker ones, presenting the topic as suffocating or painful. James felt sorry for all those people who suffered because of something that should have been beautiful.

When they finally reached Regulus’ pieces James felt something warm crawling inside his chest. He didn’t immediately understand them, since Reg created abstract art, but the longer he looked the more he could see. On the first one there were spots of paint that must’ve been two cuddled figures in the dark place, surrounded by a little light, just around them, like a halo. James thought it must represent how Regulus felt about his brother, what was confirmed as he spotted Sirius’ eyes glistening in the bright lights of the gallery.

The second one was brighter, like it was some kind of meadow maybe? There also were smudges of paint in different colours - some of them lighter others darker. Those probably were Regulus’ friends and James had an urge to comment on that one.

“That’s so cute. They must’ve loved it so much” he said, looking down at Regulus. “Where are they, by the way?”

“They will come later, when there’s not so many people so we can really discuss others works” the younger man replied simply. “We’ll probably just end up laughing at them, really” he added with a shrug.

At that James pretend to be outraged, gasping and putting a hand to his chest.

“Oh! Am I not worthy of laughing at other people’s art with you? Tell me how can I be granted this privilege, I’ll do anything!” He kept up his act, grabbing Regulus by the shoulders, bending his knees like a sufferer begging for water.

The younger of Black brother looked at him, trying real hard to not look amused, but his eyes were giving him away.

“You’re pathetic” he said, not even a little bite to it. To be honest he sounded a little like he was enjoying James’ antics.

“Yet, you like me so much you managed to rob your own brother of my number” James said it like he was plotting something. “And you wanted to rob me of my time, the audacity.”

“Please stop” the shorter man buried his face in his hands. “Don’t mention it ever again” he added, a little muffled by the hands. He had really nice hands, James noticed.

“Oh, I will not stop till the day I die.”

They moved to the third piece and- oh. James might not be the brightest person alive, but he knew what was on the last painting. It was similar to the other two they saw earlier, smudges of paint in different shades creating two figures. The figures were hugging, not like the first ones, but more like lovers trying to become one. One person was rather pale, contrasting with the other who looked tanned. Their hair was black and deep brown, respectively.

James looked at it with awe, felt the butterflies waking up in his stomach and flying freely all over his body. He looked at Regulus, but the other man hasn’t met his eyes, staring straight ahead at his work. James noticed he turned a pretty shade of reddish pink on every bit of his face. His own lips turned into a big fucking grin. He wanted to reach out, touch Regulus, hug him, anything really.

Unfortunately, from behind him came Sirius’ gasp and then excited “Oh my god, Reggie, you painted me and Moony? Oh, that is so lovely, can I have it later?”

James, Remus and Regulus looked at the man at the same time, each one with a deep frown, not believing how delusional Sirius is. As if they shared a brain cell, all three of them nodded in agreement to not lead him astray.

Regulus cleared his throat, and turning to his brother he said “Yes, that’s you and Remus, and no, you cannot take it.”

As the older turned to stare daggers at the younger, they just started bickering about who should have the painting, Remus and James looking at them with amusement.

After some time Regulus’ friends came and the three older man ushered to exit so the younger guys could have fun together. Just before they left, James approached Regulus one last time, cheeky smile on his lips.

“Sirius and Moony, huh?” it earned him an eye roll and a sheepish ‘shut up’. He just smiled wider and leaned down to whisper in Reg’s ear, feeling the black-haired man’s breath hitching “Text me when you get home.”

With that he walked backwards in the general direction of the exit, still looking at Regulus who looked positively stunned. James winked at him and Reg, after waking from the haze, flipped him off. James just chuckled at that loudly, turning to the door.

#jegulus #starchaser #dead gay wizards #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #jegulus microfic #marauders #the marauders #modern au #artis regulus

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jenlrossman · 7 months

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Tuvix as a metaphor for Janeway's mindset throughout Voyager

When Tuvok and Neelix merged into a new individual after a transporter malfunction, Tuvix was born. Possessing a combination of the memories and personalities of his component parts while still being his own unique self, Tuvix quickly proved he was more than just a transporter accident, showing he had potential to find his place among the crew of Voyager and settle in to this new normal.

And when Janeway learned of a way to separate him, bringing back Tuvok and Neelix, Tuvix was killed. Against his wishes, against the doctor's ethical subroutines, Tuvix was killed.

I'm not going to discuss whether or not this was right. That's an entirely different subject that many people have debated ad nauseam.

I just want to talk about how the decision to kill Tuvix and bring back Tuvok and Neelix might actually be the defining moment in developing Kathryn Janeway's mindset for the rest of the series. The sometimes questionable mindset best described as

"There's the right way, the wrong way, and the Janeway."

To Captain Janeway, Tuvix is a problem to solve. He is the thing standing in the way of the status quo, the thing preventing her from seeing her loved ones again.

She says as much, when Kes is expressing reservations about developing feelings for Tuvix and says she hasn't given up on the idea of him being separated.

You’re experiencing what people on this crew have been going through since we first got stranded in this quadrant. Do we accept that we're separated from our loved ones forever, or do we hold onto the hope that someday we'll be with them again?

Tuvix, therefore, is a physical representation of being stuck in the Delta quadrant. He is the thing preventing them from being with their loved ones, and she might not be able to get everyone home right now if ever, but she's going to do everything she can to see Tuvok and Neelix again.

Whether or not it is right for her to kill Tuvix, that isn't as important to her as proving—to herself and to her crew—that she is going to do anything she can to get them home, and killing him is a symbolic representation of that.

We see this mindset continue throughout the series, and the Lower Decks episode Twovix gives us some great examples.

While most of the crew is dealing with another transporter malfunction, Boimler and Rutherford are dealing with holographic representations of various things the Voyager crew encountered. And they just happen to be some of Janeway's greatest hits… Or misses.

Michael "delete the wife" Sullivan—Janeway's holographic Irish boy toy, who she widowed and altered to suit her preferences even though those episodes deal with the possibility of all holograms having a chance to achieve sentience

The macrovirus—which was dealt with by Janeway unleashing it on a crowd of (again, possibly sentient?) holograms

The personification of fear—the clown who was defeated when Janeway went so far to save her crew that she literally made the concept of fear afraid of her

Chaotica—Janeway didn't particularly want to play the role of Queen Arachnia but she got very into it because when push comes to shove, she really doesn't mind being the villain if it means protecting her crew

And of course, the Borg…

The series finale of Voyager is the ultimate example of the "anything to see our loved ones again" mindset Janeway shows in Tuvix.

Voyager gets home. It takes 23 years, but they get home.

However, Seven is lost along the way, Chakotay dies after reaching earth, and the delay in getting home has exacerbated Tuvok's Vulcan equivalent of Alzheimer's to the point that he is not himself anymore.

Three of the most important people in her life, gone.

So what does she do? Of course she doesn't accept that, she can't, she never has been able to.

Kathryn Janeway goes back in time, erases the lives of everyone in the universe to rewrite history on her terms, she defeats the goddamn Borg—just to see them again.

And of course she does it herself. As we learned in Tuvix when the doctor refuses to separate him, Janeway doesn't care. She'll do it all herself, ethical consequences be damned, she just needs everyone she loves to get back to the Alpha quadrant.

So whether or not it was right to separate Tuvix, it doesn't matter. The right way, the wrong way, none of that matters. Not to her, not as long as doing things the Janeway gets everyone she cares about home safely.

#star trek #voyager #star trek voyager #janeway #kathryn janeway #captain janeway #tuvix #twovix #lower decks #Star Trek lower decks #my literary analysis

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nephilimeq · 7 months

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Frosthawk Moments - Canon

So I made some gifs from some scenes in the first Avengers movie that no one ever talks about. I think most people have completely missed it because I've never actually seen anyone comment on it.

This:

Clint Barton actually hits Loki!

CLINT. HIT. LOKI.

That bullet hits—and then ricochets, and then Loki reacts like this:

He immediately retaliates, and if Clint hadn't ducked out of the way because he's incredibly good at that, he would have been obliterated head-on!

And as we all remember, Clint then gets back up after everyone else has been knocked down, and this moment happens here:

And this? This is when Clint realizes that Loki is far stronger than he was expecting—it's a great bit of acting on Renner's part, because you can see him realize 'holy crap, this guy is something else entirely'. Canonically, Hawkeye is the strongest of all the agents without any 'extras' and he's always been able to handle himself and this is the first time he's been up against something like this.

You can see his expression go from "ow, that hurts" to "wait...what the fuck?" and it's just so damn brilliant.

I always had the thought that Loki was getting irritated because he's aimed at the guy more than twice and not only did Clint dodge, but he got back up to keep fighting! Loki's literally thinking, You keep getting back up! Stop it!

...and I have always been certain that this was the moment he saw something in him.

This is why he said, "You have heart."

I genuinely think Loki was planning on killing him up until that point, but when he saw that this human had such a drive and passion to fight, he knew that this was the right person to protect him. I would like to remind people that Loki was actually still severely incapacitated, it just didn't seem that way because he was still stronger compared to humans.

Then in the scene that occurs right before the deleted scene (which explains so much more) we have this:

Look at how Loki looks at him, almost as though he's measuring just how adept he is and how smart he is. This is when Clint is explaining how he chose the location because they need the three levels of lead-lined flooring to keep S.H.I.E.L.D. from finding the cube. This is Loki realizing he chose the right person because right after this we hear him see, "I see why Fury chose you to guard it," acknowledging just how smart and adaptive he is.

And then there's an entire scene between the two of them that was cut from the final draft.

Which never. Should have been. DELETED.

Take this for instance:

You see all of those people? You see all of that massive set up??

NONE OF THAT WAS LOKI.

Everything that you see in the planning throughout the rest of the Avengers movie that seemed to be Loki was all Clint Barton outsmarting and outwitting S.H.I.E.L.D. He was the one who even came up with the plan for Loki to purposely get himself captured!!

Now let's talk about this scene here:

"I want to know everything you can tell me about this team of his. I would...test their' mettle."

Like...HELLO??? This tells us right here that Clint was the one who gave up all the information and told Loki everything about all of the Avengers! We can glean from the fact that we saw Clint in the first Thor movie (with Coulson) that he has been fully aware of the Avengers way before anyone else knew about it.

He had the most information besides Coulson. Which means that Loki went into his "capture" already knowing all about Clint and Nat's relationship, which also allows us to deduce that he also knew that Natasha was playing him from the beginning! He knew she would figure it out, so he was stalling for time—and that was it!

Then we have this:

Clint: "If you're set on making yourself known...could be useful." Loki: "Tell me what you need."

This is the dialogue that takes place here, and it explains so much. The way they originally cut the movie, it jumps from the scene with Selvig to the dialogue at the tail end of this deleted scene—which now, if you rewatch the movie, you will see is a glaringly obvious cut.

But this entire deleted scene sets up the rest. of the freaking. MOVIE.

This deleted scene shows us that Hawkeye was the mastermind behind not only taking down the helicarrier with only a few arrows, but also the one who planned the entire attack...just to get Loki back out after he triggered the Hulk.

Fury (over comms): "It's Barton. He took out our systems. He's headed for the detention level!"

ALL. CLINT'S. PLAN.

I am of the mind why they cut this scene was solely to put the blame on Loki, because if they had kept this scene in it would have become painfully obvious that Loki wouldn't have made it as far on his own and only made it so far because of Clint.

#frosthawk #loki #hawkeye #clint barton #the avengers #avengers #the avengers deleted scene #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel movies #marvel canon #avengers canon #frosthawk meta #clint barton is a badass #bamf clint barton

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vertigoed · 1 year

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tinder 2.0 || fuckboy! Gojo satoru

part 1 | PART 3

MASTERLIST

synopsis : in which you match with satoru gojo, tokyos most seeked after playboy

word count: 6,907

summary: fem!reader, drug usage, toxic satoru, **smut at the end **

much to your dismay, satoru didn't respond to your last message, in fact, it had been a couple days since your conversation with him.

you wondered if that means he's given up. you kept telling yourself not to waste your time thinking about it and even went to the length of deleting the app so you would stop checking it every hour.

just like how you had over 100 matches, he probably had thousands and you were nothing but a number to him. after all, tinder was mainly filled with horny people wanting an easy fuck and a quick ego boost and satoru gojo seemed to fit those criteria perfectly.

"so you find any hot guys yet?"

you get pulled out of your thoughts by nobara, who was flicking through a magazine with her feet propped up in your lap.

"no," you scoffed, then you trail off as gojo crossed your mind, "well, there is this one guy..."

"who? are you going to show me the chat? hello?" nobara dramatically waved her hands in front of her face, already impatient for the details.

"don't judge me alright?" you giggled softly, "he's the biggest dickhead and it's disgusting how he talks to women but-"

"less talking, more showing," she snapped her fingers and laid her palm out for you to hand your phone over.

"wait, i need to redownload it," you muttered, hastily opening up the app store.

"why did you delete it?"

"because..." you said as you watch the app download onto your phone, "i was checking the app so often, it was unhealthy."

you passed your phone with his profile opened up and instantly she let out an ear piercing squeal.

"damn," she brings her phone up to her eyes so she could admire every detail of his photos, "how can somebody be this hot? are you sure he's not a catfish?"

"i don't think so, he wanted to facetime me," you said, "but read our chat from the start and you'll probably judge me for liking him."

she clicks on the conversation between you two and you notice that he finally replied. your breath hitched and you leaned over to see what he said.

gojo: lets just skip the facetime

gojo: let me take you out tonight , i'll send you my drivers license is that good enough for you princess?

you open up the image he sent and internally screamed at how perfect he looked in his license photo. you felt your stomach twist and turn at the thought of meeting up with him as you tried to envision what he would even be like in real life.

"you need to fuck him," she looks up from your phone with a serious expression, "if any other men spoke to me like that, it's a hell no. but he's an exception, i don't blame you. plus, it's tinder, who cares if he skipped the small talk."

"i'm so glad you understand me," you felt a sense of relief to hear nobara say those words. you leaned back into the sofa, clutching a pillow tightly to your chest.

you don't notice nobara typing on your phone with a mischievous grin and your heart drops when you get your phone back and you see what she had sent.

you: that's good enough for me daddy x pick me up at 8

"nobara!" you shriek, your face heated up and you throw your phone at the ground in horror, "he's going to think i'm a freak! it doesn't even make sense to call him daddy in that context-"

nobara bursted into laughter as she watched you panic, "y/n, he literally asked you for sex, he's going to like it in any context. he's probably jacking off right this second."

"yeah but-ugh, you're so fucking annoying!" your voice was still raised and you let out an exasperated sigh, knowing it was too late to do anything, "i just don't want him to think he's going to get laid, if he turns out to be a horrible person, i'm going to go home-"

"relax and just shut up and get ready," nobara interrupts you, ignoring your glare and pulled you up from the couch.

your friend ignores your protests and forced you to shower so she can help you get ready. you were hoping you'd have time to roll a joint to help you ease the nerves, but nobara took up all the time you had- treating you like her human sized barbie doll.

after several outfit changes and having to experiment with three different makeup styles, you finally met nobara's approval for your 'date'.

"fuck i'm scared," you turned to your friend from the mirror, looking for reassurance. you were wearing a backless long-sleeved top paired with a black midi skirt and a pair of kitten heels. nothing too flashy but not too conservative either.

"geez, you're acting like it's your first time! you look hot as fuck he's probably going to jizz in his pants at the sight of you," nobara waved her hands and rolled her eyes, grabbing your phone to see what he said.

gojo: 5 away.

you gulped nervously and watched the clock by the minute until you heard a car pull in. nobara jumped up, smiling from ear to ear, looking just as excited as you. she started to aggressively pull you to the door to hurry you up, slapping your ass on your way out.

"okay love you bye," you beamed at her.

"call me if anything happens! tell him i got his license and everything!" she calls out after you and you nod.

your eyes fall on the sleek black mercedes parked in front, the exterior was so shiny it seemed like it was just driven out of the show room. your heart begins to race in anticipation and anxiousness as you walk towards the car.

you take a deep breath and open the door, carefully sliding in and the smell of weed and air freshener instantly hits your nose. you're stunned at the sight of him, he was even better looking in real life. his gaze lingered on you, taking in every detail of your appearance with a small smirk on his lips.

"hey," he breaks the small silence, his ocean blue eyes glistening with amusement. his voice brings you back to reality and you feel self conscious, unsure of what he found funny.

"hi," you greet him back. you hated that you were feeling so timid.

his eyes felt like they were burning into your skin as he shamelessly checked you out like you were a piece of meat. your heart stops when he leans in, and your reflexes pull you back in surprise.

his face was now close to yours and he lets out a small laugh before leaning in further to reach for your seat belt and buckled you in.

"i can do that myself," you muttered, tucking in your hair behind your ear, feeling a little embarrassed at your reaction.

"but you called me daddy," he cocks his head to you, feigning a look of confusion, "so i'm just making sure my baby's buckled in safely-"

"shut up!" you cut him off as your face heats up, giving him a small punch on the shoulder.

"getting physical already," he whistled as he began driving, he turns to you with that same smirk that irked you, "i like it. should we just skip the dinner and go back to mine?"

"no," you said firmly in a blunt tone as you tried to pretend you weren't flustered, "by the way, that wasn't me. that was my friend who went on my phone."

"you look hot tonight by the way," he ignored your last comment and casually places a hand on your knee, causing your breath to hitch, "all dolled up for me, i'm so lucky aren't i?"

his palm against your burning skin sent goosebumps up your spine, you look down and couldn't help but admire how big and slender his fingers were. you don't brush his hand off and look out the window. even though he was acting like a jerk within the first few minutes, you secretly enjoyed his relentless flirting.

"i always go around like this," you lied.

"okay, love."

so fucking arrogant, you think disgruntledly.

soon enough, you arrive at the steakhouse you chose last minute. you get out first, smoothing down your skirt as you waited for him. he got out of his car with sunglasses on- which you thought was very strange- and slowly walks over to you.

he places his large hand on your hips and pulls you to start walking. "come on princess, let's go," he said with his eyes straight ahead.

he did this so casually like this was normal for him to be so touchy with someone he just met. you, on the other hand, weren't used to this at all. for 20 years of your life, you've only been with three guys and you made them all wait months to even be able to kiss you.

"why are you wearing sunglasses at night time?"

"because i don't want too much attention," he smiled at you and you scoff but say nothing.

"can i order for us?" he asked once you get sat down at your table, putting down the menu, with his blue eyes peeking up at you from the black-rimmed glasses.

"yeah i guess," you shrugged, "just don't order me something shit."

"that depends on how you'd define shit," he smiled, " two steaks okay?"

"make it rare," you nodded and thank the waiter for pouring the water.

"you like your meat raw huh?" his face was straight but burst into a grin as he watched your reaction slowly change from flustered to offended as your mind registered the joke.

you learn that he was seriously a teacher at some high school, and you let him know you feel bad for his students for having such a perverted teacher, to which he laughed in response.

"of course, i don't say anything inappropriate to the girls," he said, taking a sip of his wine.

"right," you scoffed and let him pour you another glass.

"so why are you on tinder? just for a fuck or hoping to lock down a poor fella?"

"to be honest," you stop to swallow your food and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before continuing, "i'm just on it because i'm single and bored and the attention is fun."

"fair," he nodded in agreement, "i'm on it just for an easy root."

i didn't ask you jerk. "that's something so obvious that you don't even need to say it out loud," you narrowed your eyes and take another sip of your wine to wash down the food, "especially on a date."

you feel his foot gently touch your ankle, which you ignored and kept eating. you look up from your plate to see him still staring at you and you rolled your eyes.

"can you focus on eating?" you snapped, feeling self conscious with the fact that he was practically watching you eat while his food was going cold.

"it's a shit steak," he chuckled and pushed you his plate, "you want mine too?"

"yeah but don't expect me to pay," you shrugged, taking his steak with your fork and knife.

"wow, you caught me," he places both hands up.

thanks to the three glasses of wine, you warmed up to him fairly quickly by the end of dinner. aside from his frequent sexual innuendos and remarks, he was a nice guy and knew how to actually pay interest in what you had to say.

"i am stuffed," satoru stretched out his arms the moment you exited the restaurant, turning to you with a grin, "you know what else i'm stuffing tonight?"

"you didn't even eat, you just said that so you can make that lame joke," you laughed. it was pretty obvious you were drunk and started to find him humorous.

he smiled and put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. it felt a lot more natural for you to be in his arms now, almost like you've done it a million times in the past. he smelt like a mixture of fresh laundry and cologne, a scent that smelt strangely nostalgic. you lean your head against him, closing your eyes as your vision was slightly blurry.

"don't be falling asleep on me now," he slides his hand down and gives your lower waist a squeeze. you open your eyes and find his mouth hovering over your ear, "save that for after."

you look up at him and those dreamy blue orbs were staring into you through his thick lashes with his lips curled into a small smirk. maybe it was because you were intoxicated, but you swore you could see them sparkling as if they were studded with stars.

he opens the car door for you and helps you get in, buckling you in like he did before.

"you're so confusing, one second you act like a jerk then you're a gentlemen the next," your words were slurred and you poke a finger at his hard bicep, "stick to one personality."

"i treat my woman good, what's wrong with that?" he shrugged, starting up the car. he paused and turned to you with a straight face, "now's your chance to decide if you're sober enough to come back to mine or get dropped off home."

"yours," you answer and his face breaks out into a smug grin.

he begins driving and it wasn't long until his hand found it's way to your leg. his touch felt cold against your hot skin that was burning from the alcohol. you bite the inside of your cheek and press your head against the cool window. your stomach began churning and not in a good way- and that's when you realised you drank a bit too much.

you didn't want to look at him, worried you'll say something stupid as you didn't trust your current state of mind.

satoru started stroking your thigh, you gulp as it slowly inches further up. it wasn't like you didn't want it but right now, you were more focused on keeping your dinner down.

you shift in your seat and stop his hand with yours, still keeping your attention away from him. he looks at you with slight confusion but retrieves his arm, placing it back on the wheel.

"are you feeling okay?" he asked.

"i might've had too many glasses," you shook your head, closing your eyes to ease your pounding head. the smoothness of the car ride was starting to make you feel more nauseous by the minute, "it's this car that's making me sick."

"sorry about it princess," he chortled, slowing the speed down and opened the windows "let me know if you'd like this shitbox to pull over if you need to let it out."

"don't talk about vomiting," you groan as a more intense wave of nausea washes over you at the mention of it

"you can't handle your alcohol can you?"

you don't answer and keep your head out the window, wishing this would pass. your worst nightmare would be to vomit in front of him.

"i'm not usually like this, it must've been something i had," you said.

your hands are gripped onto the car door as you ride the nerves and the car finally pulls into a gated driveway that leads up to skyrise apartments.

he drove into an underground basement and you start to feel a tad better as the car park to a halt. "you good?" he checked in on you again once he's finished parking and you give a small nod.

you follow him out of the car and into the elevator. your balance was distorted and you slightly stumbled as you walked, which satoru took notice of and sighed.

"maybe i should've taken you home," he said, holding you by your shoulders to help you balance on your feet.

you keep quiet and focus your eyes on the marbled floor, grimacing at the sensation of your ears popping as you waited to reach the 40th level.

"i'm not even drunk," you lied straight through your teeth, blinking profusely at him, believing somehow that will convince him of your sobriety.

he chuckled at your statement and grabs your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks together until your lips were pouting like a pufferfish. he stares down into your eyes with a playful glint, "your face and eyes are red like a tomato, you can't walk properly and you're twitching like you're having a seizure. i think you are drunk."

your jaw dropped at his apartment which happened to be a penthouse overlooking the entire north of tokyo. you had never been in an apartment with such tall ceilings and wide living space and found yourself starstruck at the view of the skyline.

satoru lets out a dramatic sigh, watching you be amazed by his home and plops himself on his beige sofa with his brows knitted into a small frown, stroking his chin, "why would you even let yourself get this wasted?"

"it's my fault?" you look away from the view, voice starting to raise, the alcohol was not helping you control your emotions. you stomp over to him with narrowed eyes, "you are such a fucking jerk, you think i want to feel like vomiting? i told you it's something i had-"

"okay, calm down first of all, i'm sorry," he cuts your rant off and grabs your hands to pull your weight down to the sofa, making you clumsily fall next to him, "and secondly, you can't blame me for being frustrated. you're the one who decided to pretty up like this and now you're too drunk, it's a bit of a tease isn't it? it's not my fault i want to fuck the shit out of you."

even in your drunk state, you were gobsmacked at the way he said it so calmly and confidently. you tried to say something back, but then you feel your dinner churn violently in your stomach, almost threatening to come back up your throat. you start to gag and put your hands to your mouth, turning to satoru with panic.

satoru was visibly freaking out and points to a door down the hallway, "can you make it to the toilet?"

you shake your head and gesture your hand to signal him to fetch you something. he runs to the kitchen to grab a plastic bag and sprints back, but he was too late.

he stared down at cream woollen rug that was soaked in your vomit. the room felt silent, until you feel the second wave of nausea and begin spewing uncontrollably again.

"oh fuck, i'm sorry," you mumbled, groaning as you drop to the floor. you instantly felt better though.

"fuck me," he exhales deeply, pinching the corner of his nose and walked off.

he shortly returns with a towel and tosses it into your pool of vomit.

"just leave it, i'll get somebody to clean it tomorrow," he said, stopping you from cleaning it up and you feel a second towel drop to your head as well as a shirt, "you can use this to shower and change, you got shit all over yourself now."

he noticed you didn't move and pulled you up by your arms, "come on. don't be embarrassed just because you vomit all over my rug that i bought a couple weeks ago."

"i'm sorry," you apologised again, shrugging his arms off, "i'll shower and leave."

he didn't answer and let you walk yourself to the bathroom. you make sure to take a quick shower, hurriedly washing out the vomit in your hair as you didn't want to spend another minute in his apartment. you knew you overstayed your welcome and he's probably never going to see you again.

you didn't have to be sober to take the hint that he was disappointed and annoyed he can't fuck you, you were just wasting his time by this point.

"don't leave," he says the moment you step out of the bathroom.

you pause in your tracks and stopped drying your hair, unsure what to say, and he clears his throat, continuing, "because taxi is going to be at least $300, which i don't want to pay for and i also can't be bothered dropping you off."

oh.

"okay, well, i can't afford that either... i'll just sleep on the couch if you don't mind and i'll catch the first train home," you awkwardly shuffle over. you notice his eyes lingering on your chest and you quickly cross your arm, realising you weren't wearing a bra underneath the white shirt he let you borrow.

"you take what i say too seriously," he said with a strange look in his eyes that contrasted his usual playful nature, "i'll show you the spare room."

you follow him up the stairs and he takes you to a room that was the size of your own apartment, "there's filtered water in the fridge and text me if you need anything," he said bluntly, before closing the door behind him.

you tried not to let his change of tone bother you and laid back on the soft, king sized bed.

"whatever," you muttered to yourself as you stretched your limbs and take out your phone to call nobara. you chew on your lip as you wait for her to answer.

"hello?"

"i vomitted in his house," you blurt out and then explain to her a slight hazy recount of the dinner and how you ended up ruining his expensive rug.

"well, i only got one thing to say," nobara spoke over the phone, "you fucked up bad, if i were him, i'd never want to see you again."

"i figured," you sighed, staring up at the ceiling, "i don't even want to stay the night, i just feel so embarrassed."

"wait, he's letting you stay the night?"

"i mean i offered to leave but he said he can't be bothered to drop me off or pay for my taxi and i can't afford it either.." you replied.

nobara starts laughing, "this guy drives a mercedes and live in a penthouse in tokyo, $300 means nothing to him. he clearly just wants you to say."

you frown at her ridiculous theory, "no you don't understand, he literally said he's annoyed that i got drunk and the way he talks to me now has totally changed-"

"you are so stupid y/n," nobara sighed, "listen, you're sober enough to hold up a conversation. go into his room and fuck him right now."

"what no! did you not listen? i vomitted on his rug, why would he want to slee-"

"don't you want to fuck him too?" nobara cuts you off again, "he's giving you space because he think's you're too drunk, not because he doesn't want to fuck. plus, what do you have to lose? you already humiliated yourself."

you don't say anything and stare at the ceiling in silence.

"live a little for once in your fucking life," nobara continued, knowing you were contemplating your options, "i'm off to bed, don't forget to use a condom."

and with that she hung up, leaving you in deep thoughts. i do want to fuck him, but what if he doesn't want to fuck me anymore?

you shake your head and pulled at your hair in frustration. you hated that you were always full of second guesses and doubts and just like nobara had said, you should loosen up for once.

"okay, i got this," you give your cheeks a light slap to wake yourself up from the drowsiness and inhaled deeply to calm your racing heart.

you were already stumbling down the corridor despite trying to be quiet walk on your tippy toes. you then realised you had no way of finding out which door was to his room and you didn't want him to think you're creeping around his home.

"the fuck am i doing," you sigh to yourself, realising how stupid it was to just knock at his door, and spin on your heels to retreat back to your room.

you jump when you realise satoru was standing at the stairs with a beer in one hand and a blunt in the other. he was changed into a loose t-shirt that hung over his broad frame and tight sweatpants.

"yeah what are you doing? shouldn't you be knocked out from all that vomitting?" he perked at eyebrow at you.

"i-i um was just u-uh seeing if you got," you began stuttering, trailing off as your mind turned blank.

"uh- i-uh?" he mimicked your stutter, making you shoot a fierce glare in his direction.

"i need makeup remover," you announced with your chin held up as you tried to play it off. even though you were in no position to be annoyed, his banter agitated you.

"i got a bar of soap?"

"forget about it," you say flatly, feeling deflated at how pathetic you were acting, "goodnight."

nobara was wrong. it was too late and he was clearly turned off by you. you didn't blame him though, projectile vomiting chunks of steak and chips onto his nice rug wasn't the most attractive sight.

"you want to sit out with me while i smoke this blunt?"

you turn around, "okay," your voice came out cheerful and you quickly adjust your face, not wanting to seem too excited at his invitation.

he led you to a balcony on the other side of the second floor. the scenery of the glistening city lights took the breath out of you, leaving you speechless.

"how the fuck can a teacher's salary afford this?" you leaned over the stone balcony and stared down at the small buildings and the cars that looked like ants.

"i'm a special teacher," he chuckled, taking a seat on his patio couch. he laid his beer down on the table and started to light the blunt, "there's water next to you, you should stay hydrated before you end up vomiting again."

"will you please stop bringing that up?" you rolled your eyes and take a seat next to him, "i swear you're doing it to annoy me."

he smoked his blunt, offering you a puff which you declined. "so what's the actual reason you came out of your room? were you tryna find me?"

"no," you lied, taking a sip of your water to avoid his gaze.

"you're an awful liar," he chuckled, taking a long draw out of his blunt, he takes a couple more draws and sips of his beer before continuing, "why are you sitting so far away from me?"

you look down at the small gap between you two and frown back at him, "i'm literally just sitting next to you."

"not close enough," he murmered and pulled you by the waist to close the distance.

his face was close to yours now and you could feel his eyes staring into you while you kept your head slightly turned. you felt nervous again and felt your hands go clammy.

"aw, you're shy," he said in a low voice, the ends of his lips curled up, "it's cute."

"i'm not being shy," you meekly defend yourself, looking up at him to meet his eyes as you try to ignore the monstrous butterflies eating away at your stomach, "you just... do things out of the blue."

"right," he said and leaned over to the ash tray to put out his half smoked blunt. he takes a sip of his beer again before returning back to his original position, "so do i need to make an announcement before i do this?" his voice low and husky.

"huh?" you barely managed to respond before he pressed his lips against yours. at first, you were too shocked to react, but then you felt yourself melting into him. the kiss was soft and gentle, his large hands cupping your face, but then it deepened, becoming more urgent, his tongue starting to explore yours and his hands move down to your waist, pulling you in closer if that was even possible.

the flavor of him lingered on your tongue - a heady combination of alcohol, mint, and weed. it was a taste that left you craving more, but just as suddenly as it had begun, he pulled away with a grin, leaving you breathless.

"you did it again," you put your hand to your slightly swollen lips and looked away from him, annoyed that he found this to be funny.

"it's hard to control myself around you," he gently grabs a tuft of your hair and pulled at it.

"why do you keep pulling at my hair like that?" you take your hair out of his fingers.

"just trying to show you what i would like to do to you."

just do it, just go for it the voice in your head was getting louder by the second and without thinking, you grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a kiss.

this time, he wasted no second to explore your mouth. his hands on your get body gets rougher as they explored your body and the kiss gets more aggressive. a small moan escapes your lips when he begins to suck on your neck, causing him to halt and look up at you through his heavy lids.

"you like that huh?" he gives you a crooked smile and shoved his tongue into your mouth, his hand now squeezing your ass with your skirt pulled up. he was kneading it so roughly you were certain your they were going to be bruised the next morning.

you let him pepper kisses down your body, getting up to help him take your shirt off. he stared down at you, taking in the sight of your naked breasts before attaching his lips around your nipple. you let out a yelp as he began sucking on it like he's been starved for days and your hips grind down onto the bulge sticking out of his sweatpants.

he lets out a small growl and tugs at your nipple with his teeth, looking up at you with dark eyes. your hand snakes down his stomach and you grab his cock, stroking it through his pants while peering down at him with your hair and tits shoved into his face. you notice a stain on his pants and smile down at him.

"you know what you're doing," he grunts as your grip around the bulge gets tighter and your strokes get quicker. he shoves you off, causing you to fall back onto the couch, heavily panting as you watch him take his shirt off.

your hands instantly go to his chiselled chest and abs as he leans over you, hands dangerously close to your soaking pussy. you whimper a little as his palms rubbed your inner thighs, hating every second of his teasing.

he smiled against your lips as his fingers slip past your panties. he pulled away and stared down into your eyes as you feel him slowly rub your clit. he loved watching you slowly lose control of your body.

you moan loudly and you push your hip up, wanting more of his touch. "stop teasing me," you whined, feeling yourself get wetter as he softly pressed down onto your sensitive nub. you didn't care if you were stroking his ego, you just wanted to feel something inside of you.

"what's the rush? we got the entire night," he said in a low tone, sporting his signature smirk then roughly pushed your knees wide open.

you gasp at the sensation of the cool air hitting your bare pussy. he doesn't hesitate to shove his face between your thighs, taking a slow and hard swipe between your slits. you feel every inch of his tongue licking up your folds, collecting your juices and sucking profusely on your clit, causing you to whine and moan. the feeling of his tongue dipping in and out of you felt so good, you found yourself grinding down onto him.

"you taste so sweet," he looks up at you, his lips glistening with your juice.

he comes back up and roughly pushes his lips against yours, making you taste yourself. without a warning, he slams his long fingers into you and it wasn't long before you're chanting and screaming his name as he pounds you with his slender fingers.

you've never been touched like this before. treated so aggressively yet be worshipped as if you were a goddess. you feel your wetness drip down your thighs as you clench down onto his fingers, wanting to feel more.

"you're going to cum for me sweetheart?" he whispered in your ear as he feels your muscles spasm and tighten with every curl.

his fingers were so quick yet every stroke was hitting your g spot so perfectly. your hips were pushed up to him as he finger fucks you. watching you while he stroked his own cock through his boxers. the night air was filled with the squelching noises of your dripping pussy getting fucked and your moans, while he muttered dirty things to you.

"i'm going to cum!" you cried and this only made his fingers work quicker.

he attaches his warm mouth onto your pussy again. you gasp in shock at the overwhelming sensation of having his lips suck your clit while his fingers worked in and out of your tight muscles. you find yourself losing control of everything, moaning his name as the euphoria washes over you and you feel your cum oozes out, all the muscles in your body relaxing instantly.

he wouldn't stop sucking your pussy until he tasted every drip of your cum, ignoring your pleas for him to stop as you couldn't take it anymore.

"we're not done," he snarled,taking his fingers that was coated with slick and shoved it past your lips. you suck on it, staring up at him, making him quietly growl and pulled out his cock, stroking himself at the scene of you sucking your own cum off his fingers.

your eyes widen at the sight of his twitching cock. it was the biggest you've ever seen, long and dripping with precum, the tip an angry shade of red and begging to be sucked. he read your mind and brings it closer to your face, letting the tip spread its pre-cum all over your lips.

you open up your mouth and he slides it in, he lets out a long and deep moan as you close your lips around him. it was only halfway in and you were already choking, tears poking at the corner of your eyes as you try to fit him in.

"you're going to swallow my entire cock for me?" he grunts, shoving it further until you had tears pouring down your cheeks, "you're going to be a good girl and make me fuck this pretty mouth of yours yeah/"

you moan at his words, your fingers finding its way down to your clit that was already wanting to be touched again. you shake your head, unable to breathe, as he tries to fit his girth down your throat. he noticed you touching yourself, "you're a greedy little slut aren't you?" he said.

satoru pulls out of your mouth, saliva dripping down your lips as he did so. he gives you a brief second to breathe before he thrusts hard into you again, causing you to gag around him. he lets out a small whimper at the feeling of your throat closing in on him.

he grabs your hair and pulls it into a ponytail as he fucks your mouth. "fuck, you're so fucking good at this," he moaned, shoving you down until your nose was touching his abdomen.

he slides his dick out of your mouth and begins rubbing the saliva soaked tip against your clit. you moan and cry as he repeated the motions, making sure his cock was covered in your slick.

you were so wet at this point, he could slide in so easily but like a true asshole that he was, he continued to tease you until you were practically begging for it.

"i want to hear you ask for it," he smirked, watching himself play with your clit with the head of his cock, "your pussy looks so pretty and wet spread out for me like this."

"satoru, please," you bite your lip as you tremble beneath him. you had never been so desperate to have a cock inside of you, "just put it in, please."

"how bad do you want it?" his voice drops and he inches the tiniest bit into your flaps. this made your moans loudly and you try to push the tip in further but his large hand stops your hip, "don't fucking move. it goes in when i want it to, got it?"

you nod but you're greeted with a slap, "use that pretty mouth of yours to talk."

"y-yes."

"yes what?"

you look up at him through your lashes, your eyes trailed down at the sight of his giant cock pressed up against your opened pussy while he slid it up and down. "y-yes daddy, i understand," you closed your eyes, feeling shy as this was your first time calling someone daddy.

you scream when he slams his entire cock into you, not giving you any chance to adjust to his size. it hurt initially but you feel yourself loosen as he rams in and out of you like a deranged dog.

"oh fuck!" you cried out loud as he continued to fuck you at lightning speed, "fuck, that feels so fucking good daddy."

"yeah?" he snarled, slapping your cheek again, "look at you acting like a little slut right after you've been playing hard to get. i told you that you'd want to fuck. you love this cock don't you?"

"yes, i love your cock daddy," you scream into your arms, trying to hold back the tears.

you felt so dirty to be fucked out on a balcony, knowing anyone could be watching from the neighbouring buildings. satoru pulled out all of a sudden, "turn around with your ass up."

you follow his command and get into position, squealing at the harsh slap against your cheek. he bends down before you and licks your throbbing pussy, giving your clit a few rubs before slipping his cock back in.

"you're stretched out nice and good for me," he muttered as he watches himself slip in and out of you. he groans as he you pulsate around him, stopping for a moment.

you clench yourself down with every stroke, wanting him to pound you harder. "satoru, fuck me," you mumbled, looking over your shoulder.

he slaps your ass again and you let out a small moan from the pain, "you don't call me that."

"daddy, can't you fuck me harder?" you correct yourself, giving him a small pout.

you see his orbs flash with lust and you feel his length slowly pull out then thrust itself back into you, his balls hitting you as he repeated the motion. each thrust was getting harder until your face was pushed into the couch, muffling your screams of pleasure.

"is this hard enough for you priness?" he groaned into your ear, his fingers rubbing figure eights onto your clit.

you nod, your brain was too fucked out for you to say anything. it wasn't long until you find yourself shaking all over his cock, your second round of cum spilling all over it.

he moans in pure bliss at the feeling of your warm cum washing over him and drip out of your hole. he continues to fuck you, slow and hard, enjoying the view of your pretty hole that was drenched in your mixture.

"i-it's too sensitive," you shake your head and drop to the couch as you weren't able to hold yourself up.

"aw i'm sorry baby," he shifts his weight onto you, his cock was pushed so deep inside of you, it was starting to hurt at the over sensitivity, "i'm just enjoying every moment of this, you're going to be a good girl and take it until i cum all over this pretty ass of yours."

you nod and he continues to thrust deep inside of you. his movements start to become uneven and slowed until he hastily pulled out and you feel the hot liquid shoot onto your cheeks.

"fuck," he whined breathlessly, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back.

he quickly grabbed a towel from a basket and wiped you down so you could sit up. both of you were breathless and sweating, unable to talk for a moment.

you feel awkward and hastily pick up the shirt from the ground, pulling it back on.

"i prefer it off," he grinned, still naked from head to toe, "you're sleeping in my bed tonight by the way."

you don't say anything and follow him back inside, letting him hold your hand as you walked.

PART 3 OUT

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stevenose · 10 months

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don’t delete the kisses - 6/?

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a camboy!steve au

this installment contains: gender unspecified reader; camboy!steve; like a hint of sugardaddy!steve but it’s a HINT; affection; lil bit of inconsequential angst; lingerie (reader wearing); masturbation (reader)

authors note: i decided if i was going to write this long from i might as well write it grammatically correct lol so sorry for the formatting change! appreciate y’all, actual sexy time next chap PINKY PROMMY !!!

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Keith shoves his hand inside a bag of Doritos. It makes you want to scream. “They want it cleared out by the end of the week.”

“And you just learned this today?”

He nods, hand unmoving from the bag. You freeze, shocked by his casualty.

“And you’re not upset?”

“I’ve got the arcade,” he says, shrugging a shoulder towards next door. “Nostalgia for games is in, not VHS.”

You want to strangle someone. Mostly him. The door opens and men - movers - pile in with more boxes and dollies.

“If you help, you’ll get paid til the end of the week,” Keith says through a mouthful of chips.

“You understand I’m broke, right? You know my rent went up like a billion dollars and it’s a thousand for a week of groceries, right? And you’re giving me five days to find another job?”

He shrugs again. “You kinda should have seen this coming.”

Incredulous, you grab a cardboard box and stomp to the break room, pulling your phone out with your free hand.

i am so fucked

You wish he was here. To share a look with, to scream with. Though Steve wouldn’t really suffer like you’re suffering. You almost want to curse him for it. You shove a few tapes into the box, overcrowding it, not caring enough.

By who?

Not me. :/

You roll your eyes, but you smile wide.

don’t tease

just lost my job lol

He calls you a few moments later. “What happened?”

“They’re closing the damn store.”

“Finally?”

“I’m screwed!”

“I’ll be right there - give me half an hour, okay?”

He hangs up before you can protest. It takes 45 on a good day, but you know he’ll speed for you, which makes you smile and worry simultaneously.

You spent the night with Steve after your confessional, but it didn’t go any further. He insisted on having uninterrupted time with you. Neither of you wanted to risk being caught, either, so you instead curled up together. It was admittedly a little awkward - things were moving impossibly fast and much too slow. You weren’t sure if you were allowed to hold each other, or touch - but after staying up until 4 in the morning talking and giggling, your back ended up pressed against his chest, his warm breath fanning across the back of your neck.

“Gotta take those little shits home,” he mumbled into your ear when you woke to whooping and singing only four hours later. His tone was apologetic, and he pressed a feather-light kiss right under your earlobe. “So, later?”

“Later,” you agreed sleepily, following him to the kitchen for coffee.

It took everything for you to avoid Eddie’s prying eyes.

But you hadn’t seen Steve since, both too busy the following day to make the trip. You’re relieved to see him, though nervous. What do you say? How do you act? There’s still so much that you haven't said. Too much and not enough time in between your last interaction with him.

He busts through the door 27 minutes later, looking out of breath, as if he’d run to you. He searches for you among the sea of boxes before spotting you in the Fantasy section. You yelp as he grabs you, pulling you into the Adult section, behind the velvet curtain.

“You okay?” he asks, rubbing your arms before pulling you into his own. You sigh, instantly comforted. “I’m sorry, this sucks.”

“Yeah,” you mumble into his chest. He smells like vanilla, some sandalwood. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. My rent - how am I gonna-?” You have to cut yourself off to stop yourself from crying.

“It’s okay,” he soothes. “I’ll help.”

“No, you won’t.”

“I will,” he insists, pulling back. “I’m serious, I will. It’s no big deal, I can afford to.”

“That’s - no,” you push. “Steve, you can’t pay my rent, it’s hundreds.”

“I probably owe you that much, don’t I?” He’s got an amused glint in his eyes. You pinch his chest lightly.

“It’s not fair.”

“I’d do it for anyone,” he says, and you know it’s true. “Though you are my favorite.”

You bite your bottom lip until he pops it out with his thumb. “How about you just... pay for our dates?”

Steve scoffs. “I was already going to do that.”

“I’m not trying to use you.”

“I know.” He rubs your cheekbone with his thumb. It’s so wholly intimate, almost unbearable under his hazel gaze. “Let me do what I can, okay?”

You sigh heavily. “Okay.”

He pulls you into his chest again, resting his chin on the top of your head while his hands run soothingly up and down your back. “Besides. I know a few ways you can make it up to me.”

“Oh?” Your cheeks heat, stomach flipping, aching between your thighs.

“Yeah,” he whispers, pulling back to look at you. “Like... stealing one of these for me.”

He reaches over your head to grab a video, pulling back to read it. “Ah, Big Tittied Bimbos Gone Wild III, an excellent choice.”

You giggle, grabbing his wrist to pull him into you again. “Sure. Guess you need somethin’ to watch while you work, huh?”

Which gives you an idea.

You feel stupid when you set up your phone later that night, Steve back at his apartment after buying you lunch and helping you throw tapes into boxes. You’re dressed scantily, in your best lingerie, a set that’s sat in your wardrobe for months. You’ve done yourself up to look your best, wanting to look perfect for him. Like an angel. You bite your lip, sighing and trying to hype yourself up before pressing the circular red button.

“Hi,” you say shyly, moving to the chair stationed in front of your phone. “Wanted to send you something for helping me today.”

Behind your phone, your laptop is open, Steve’s profile and videos loaded up. The camera is fully on you, from the waist up, but he’s sure to know what you’re watching when he hears the audio. You press play on a video where Steve’s touching himself. It’s soft and sensual, little groans and moans slipping from his mouth as he plays gently with his cock. You try to ignore your image reflected back to you off to the side and move your hands up to your chest. You cup yourself, thumbs rolling over your nipples. You shudder and sigh, head thrown back just slightly but eyes still on Steve. Only his hand and lower half are present, and you wish you could see his face.

You feel yourself up, the ache below growing to be nearly unbearable. Your hands skim over your exposed skin, making goosebumps rise. You eventually move your hands behind you, unfastening your bra and letting it fall to the floor below you. Your nipples are pretty and perked from your attention on them. “Wish you were here,” you sigh. “Would love to feel your lips on these… and down here.”

Your hand trails down your stomach to the waistband of your underwear. You click to another video. It’s one of Steve fully exposed, his fingers dipping in and out of a fleshlight before fucking his cock into it. You follow the motions of his fingers, slipping the pads of them up and down your skin, letting yourself finally relax as the pleasure builds.

The video’s a full twenty minutes before you’re finished. You were sure to moan his name, along with strings of swears. Your body shakes and writhes with your orgasm, fully on display, and you smile blissfully to yourself. You have to upload it privately to your Google account because it’s much too big to send him via text. You smile maliciously as you send him the link, along with the text, in case you wondered what i looked like while watching you.

It’s stressful waiting for him to reply. You nearly lock your phone away while you wait. You’re disheartened after forty minutes with no reply, but after an hour, he does.

Unlock your door. I’ll be there in 25.

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foreingersgod · 7 hours

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Let’s Stay Home . EE

pairing: emily engstler x reader

synopsis: just a small fic about how your girl is absolutely infatuated with you

A/N: this was a request, but i accidentally deleted it! so if you requested emily x girly!reader, this was meant for you love!

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“baby, our reservation is in like 35 minutes” emily called from her seat at the edge of your shared bed “we gotta go!”

“i know, i know! im hurrying” you called back, voice muffled behind the connecting bathrooms door.

you were stowed away in the bathroom still trying to make sure your makeup and hair were flawless all while trying to pull up your dress past your thighs. it was your 2 year anniversary with emily tonight and she had made plans to take you out to a nice dinner to celebrate, but now you were about to be late because of this damn dress. it was a stunning thing, a deep blue calf length gown that hugged you just right. the neckline was a bit revealing for your taste, but was partially covered by a strip of satin that crossed the top of your breasts and cascaded off your right shoulder. it’s only downside was the stupid zipper that wouldn’t budge.

“emily can you help me get this up? and maybe help me put this necklace on? i can’t do it” you huffed, stumbling out the door as you tried to slip on your heels. a simple necklace dangled from between your fingers as you latched the strap of your shoe.

“YN” she had said, standing but not moving, biting her lip.

“what?” you pouted upon seeing her expression “is it too much? ugh, i knew i should have gone with a different dress”

“no, baby” she finally walked over to stand behind you, tattooed hands finding the zipper of the dress “you look stunning”

you smiled, relieved that she had liked it after all. “thank you”

without a response, she pulled the zipper up to the top making sure it was secure. you handed her the necklace, giving her those eyes you knew she couldn’t resist. but you didn’t have to. she would do anything you asked no matter how silly it was. emily draped the gem studded necklace around your neck, clasping it with ease.

her hands lingered on you to keep you in place. they wandered from the back of your neck to your shoulders, moving painfully slow. her touch sent shivers throughout your body. calloused hands roamed any bare spot of skin making you close your eyes in contentment. she was your weakness.

“what happened to hurrying up?” you remarked as her head dipped down, lips connecting with the skin her hands once graced.

she placed wet kisses along your soft skin, hands now falling to your torso. her finger tips teased at dangerous territory, just along the undersides of your breasts. your dressed bunched up around your hips as she grabbed at you desperately.

“mmm” she sighed, pulling you against her forcing your backside to mold into her perfectly “maybe we should stay home”

yea, let’s stay home you wanted to say. but you had been waiting for this night all week and you just wanted to spend some (rare) quality time with your girl.

“no, i really want to go” you said, forcing yourself to turn in her arms so you could face her. “you went through all that trouble for the reservation and i wanna spend time with you!”

she squeezed her eyes shut, throwing her head back dramatically. all you could muster was an eye roll as you clutched her biceps.

“plus,” you purred, making her look down at you curiously “the surprise i had for tonight would be ruined”

“surprise?” her eyebrow quirked.

you placed your hands over hers, nodding your head in conformation. she let you take full control of her as you dragged her hands down the sides of your body over the blue satin, fingers trailing over the seams. you could sense her breathe hitch in her throat when she realized. hands reaching the plump of your rear, feeling the outline of lace underwear underneath your gown.

“don’t want to spoil it do you?” you leaned in to whisper in her ear, nipping at the lobe.

“no” she croaked out, cheeks going warm with a deep scarlet “no, you’re right, let’s go”

you smiled in satisfaction, proud of your little stunt. she found the small of your back to guide you out of your room and to the car. it was easy to tell by the way she held you that she wasn’t going to end the night without that surprise.

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A/N: yay!! my first emily fic!! feedback is much appreciated :)

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damianwayne0 · 4 months

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Minecraft || (2)

(part 2)

Part 1 | Part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

Tim : open up!!! * Banging on the door *

Dick , sleeping: wha- * falls of his bed * what the duck? Who is it? * Goes to open the door* Tim?

Tim : where are they!? * Hitting dick with a diamond sword *

Dick: ouchhh wtf man stop! Idk what you are talking about!

Tim : I know it's you * still hitting dick*

Dick: NO NO STOP! I AM ON ONE HEART STOPP!

Tim , finally stopping: give those back than!

Dick : Tim I really don't know what you're talking about.

Tim: Than who took it!?

Dick : i don't know maybe tell me first that what went missing!?

Tim, nervously scratching his head : hehe oh yeah . My 6 stacks of cobble stones went missing, I can't find them anywhere!

Dick, thinking something : cobble stones? And 6 stacks?

Tim : Yes and Yes .

Dick : I know! Maybe Damian took them!

Tim , confused: why would he take them?

Dick : Y/n kicked him out after he accidentally deleted her Minecraft world

Tim : ha! Serves him right. But how is that related ?

Dick : bruh, idiot now he needs to build a new house so maybe he took your cobble stones.

Tim : hmmm your right, it could be the reason. I am going to him!

Dick : and I am coming along so you guys don't kill each other.

I hope you liked it✨^⁠_⁠^ There will be part 3 Like if you liked it hehe

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devieuls · 11 months

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The way of love pt.V

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o. SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: NSFW!! Dirty Talk; Bites; Blood; Spit; "Power Play"; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; "Swearing"; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Growls.

Lenght : 6.3k

Notes: The chapter would have been out sooner if Tumblr hadn’t deleted my notes. BTW, well, I'm here to tell you that this chapter is the much-coveted NSFW, so I urge minors not to read, I know you will do it anyway, but please, please listen to me </3

NA'VI WORDS: TANHI: Star. LEFELAN: Male Na'vi; YAWNETU: Loved One; TSAHEY: Expression of frustration like 'oh, hell!'; NGATSYIP: Little you; PRRNEN: Baby; SA'NUTSYIP: Little mommy/mama

PART:1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10

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"I hate you, Sully." You hissed before you left him and walked back to where the clan was celebrating, "Will you give me another kiss for that?" He said, laughing as you settled in so as not to let anyone know what had happened, ignoring him during the solitary walk that divided you more and more. In addition to Neteyam, that small event had also seen Uleyte from afar, remaining slightly baffled by your change on that occasion…

While you were walking you could still feel Neteyam’s hands gripping you, as his warm breath pinched your skin, wet kisses that gave you chills, and the way frustration appeared between your legs. Your breaths were heavy as you missed Neteyam’s body against yours, and you couldn’t help wondering what the fuck was your problem.

You fixed your hair to cover the little bite marks left by the boy on the sides of your neck. A shiver ran down your spine as a delicate hand landed on your back, only to find it was Tul'pey once you turned around. You tried to smile naturally, like the guilt of what you just did wasn’t eating your vocal cords now that you were looking into his eyes.

"Ma yawne, I was looking for you. Where have you been?" His sweet voice was like a stab in the stomach, not finding an adequate answer to give to your future mate. His eyes went down your body, noticing smudges of paint on your hips and abdomen, and then noticing some equally smudged red lines on your neck, which were slightly covered by some strands of hair. His gaze took a little, then opened his mouth again. "…And why is the paint on your body in this…way?"

You couldn’t help swallowing, feeling a lump in your throat as Tul'pey’s grip on your back hardened, making you shudder. Your eyes sought comfort away from those of Tul'pey who burned your skin. "Umh… I-I" you managed to say while you were searching for other words to form a sentence of full meaning.

"Y/N. Where you’ve been for half an hour. And why did you come back like this?" His harsh words scratched your skin, and in that moment you wished you had been attacked by a hungry Palulukan. Tul'pey was a great hunter, for this reason no detail went unnoticed, so you wondered why you had even thought that fixing your hair and clothes would be enough to go unnoticed, especially in his eyes. You felt like a complete idiot for not remembering the paint, you were so busy panting over another guy’s touches that your brain got drunk.

Your pupils dilated and then thought that if you were reduced to that state, then most likely Neteyam was too. You silently prayed to Eywa that Neteyam would not come out of the forest now, or you would die. Tul'pey began to spatter over your behavior, grabbed your face from your jaw, wrapped his hand and squeezed impatiently. "I swear-" started to say and then stopped when he saw hands wrapped around your waist from behind.

The hands were warm, the grip soft and delicate as if they didn’t want to hurt you. A warm body pressed against your back, pulling Tul'pey’s hand apart; the warm breath of the na'vi behind you tickled your throat and then let you breathe again as if the lump in your throat were suddenly loose.

"Oh, it’s my fault." said the gentle voice of your best friend who was holding you. "Lately I have been terribly affectionate, and I didn’t realize I had spoiled the vernce of y/n" the girl laughed slightly and then showed Tul'pey her arms with smudged paint, and then detached from you and show the other smudges of paint on her body. " See?"

Tul'pey’s hand left its grip on your jaw and chuckled, "I should have imagined it" the boy cleared his voice and then took a few steps back. "Y/n, however your parents were looking for you, we were worried about you… I… well, I’m going for.. you know." his voice was broken, obviously embarrassed by the way he was placed. After all, he was always very jealous and protective, but this was the first time you saw him a little more 'aggressive' with you.

When the boy left, you turned to Uleyte and embraced her instinctively. " I… can expl-" Uleyte laughed and shook his head slightly. " You can’t explain better than what I saw" your face began to burn because of the redness, you looked into her eyes mortified.

"Don’t look at me like that… I just wasted good paint and good tribal designs just to save your pretty face," she continued to reassure you. " It’s not what you think. It happened unintentionally. I-I swear!" You started making excuses, and then you got stuck with the girl who just had a smile on her face.

"So your 'oh, Neteyam' were unintentionally? because I think I heard something that sounded like that." She teased you, right before you started slapping her arm with embarrassment. " ULEYTE!" you sighed before leaving the girl’s body.

"I know I’m going to ask you a huge favor, but I need you to go paint Neteyam’s body. If they found out, the hugging excuse wouldn’t hold" You said, taking her hands and hoping she’d agree. "I stopped him right before he left the forest. I had already thought about doing it, but you two little parultysìp! you have to think about things like that, if I hadn’t been there it would have ended very badly" she replied sweetly, before taking one of the white bowls and heading towards the place where Neteyam had stopped. You whispered a "thank you" to her that she smiled back before disappearing into the trees.

Neteyam froze on the spot when he saw Uleyte arrive with a bowl in his hand, sure it was full of poison to make him swallow. Surprisingly not so, the girl made Neteyam sit on the ground, before starting to rebuild the lines that were smudged.

"She has a mate." she whispered chillingly after a few minutes of awkward silence, where Neteyam didn’t know how to speak. "A companion who was sent to her by Eywa." She continued without ever looking away from the paint to make the drawings.

"I know…" Neteyam replied in one breath, feeling tense.

" If you’re going to play with her, I swear, I-" Uleyte stopped when he saw Neteyam’s eyes, and then watched as he was already answering. " I’m not playing." His sincere look and convincing tone made the girl nod, who went on quietly. "You know what she risks. It will be the next Olo'eykte, and if it’s because of you her name gets muddy, you’ll destroy everything she’s worked for over the years." She replied, that she finished drawing on Neteyam’s body. "She does not have the privilege of being a lefnelan, the na'vi would break her spirit and she will have no honor. Be wise, future Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya." She rose from the ground, drawing two lines in the center of the forehead, symbol of wisdom. "Y/n is a sister to me. I will not speak of what I have seen, I only hope that Eywa will protect you two, whatever your decision, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan." When Uleyte finished talking, she disappeared into the trees, returning to the village.

Neteyam spent a few minutes observing the trees, thinking about what the girl had just told him. In that month that he had been so in contact with you, he could not help but appreciate every little part of you: the way you covered your smile when he said something funny; how you rolled your eyes at his jokes out of place; The way your eyes lit up when you talked about the sea and the wind in your culture; Your hair smelling of Yovo Fruit; Your bioluminescent freckles reminiscent of the stars you saw in the night; your decided character. He couldn’t see anything in you but perfection, so he couldn’t help but be jealous of how Tul'pey touched you, caressed you or kissed you. He was burning with jealousy, because he knew damn well he wanted to be the one to make you smile after a kiss, he wanted to be your partner, hold you every night to his chest and worship you as if you were the sun and moon of his world.

When he recovered, he returned to the village, immediately greeted by Tul'pey who invited him to sit among his friends during the banquet. When he saw you coming, his eyes followed your every move, enchanted by the way you radiated your own light only with your presence. He noticed how the smudges in your paint had been retouched like his, and couldn’t stop thinking about how soft your skin was and how his hands fit perfectly into your soft hips.

As Ikeyni began the opening speech to bless the food and the day in the name of Eywa, Neteyam had to mentally apologize to the Great Mother, because in his mind your whimpers echoed against the tree and as you called his name so sweetly.

You noticed Neteyam’s gaze upon you, but you avoided reciprocating, pointing your eyes at your mother who started talking once everyone sat down. Once the Olo'eykte speech was over, everyone began to eat and talk to each other, while the fire you had lit for Eywa created a crackling melody that accompanied the discussions.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Mi'feya, the dancer of your clan, approaching Neteyam to talk to him. Her body language was so clear, the way she touched her hair, her tail moving slightly behind her, her fingers touching Neteyam’s skin, and then the smiles he smiled back at her. At that moment your heart was as if it was beating more slowly, you felt burning at the height of the larynx, tense muscles and a heaviness that was not in your belly before. Your jaw stiffened to the point of clenching it until you felt pain, while the nikt'chey in your hand turned to mush. It annoyed you to see Mi'feya so close to Neteyam, and her behavior made you nervous as never before, but the thing that caused you the most discomfort and pain was how Neteyam smiled at her and spoke to her with such kindness.

A feeling of jealousy was born in you, as you restrained yourself from looking at them or from dragging Neteyam as far away as possible and kissing him again, until you consumed his lips, until he understood that that smile should only be addressed to you and to you alone. You wanted to damn yourself for this, you didn’t have to be jealous of someone who isn’t yours, especially if that 'someone' is one of the Sullys.

Uleyte immediately noticed your change of mood, and put a hand on your leg, as if it could bring you back to the neutral state. " ma y/n… You’re making it too obvious," she whispered, looking at you, only to make you sigh heavily. "What?" You said while you were cleaning your dirty hand because of the crushed nikt'chey. "You know what," she replied.

Your eyes rolled, pointing at the sky for a few seconds. "It’s nothing." You hissed and then resumed your meal. During the duration of the banquet, your eyes could not stop looking from time to time at the two guys who were sitting on the other side of the circle, and when you looked away, it was Neteyam looking at you, a few seconds that made him sip at the words of the girl at his side. He knew almost immediately of your strange behavior, but did not immediately understand that that was jealousy very little hidden.

Your mother looked at the scene with suspicion, she immediately felt your nervousness, having you practically next to her, but she preferred not to ask questions and observe in silence but with suspicion.

When the banquet ended, dances began marking the time of the end of the sacred day, music accompanied Uleyte’s melodious voice, while some thuds caused by dance steps created additional accompaniment. It was all so harmonious, children dancing or accompanying your friend’s voice, couples joining the dance, and na'vi just having fun. It was a bitter bite to see Mi'feya leading Neteyam to dance with her, dances that were usually for couples or courtship.

You sat next to Uleyte as you watched the horrid scene as your foot and tail trembled in anxiety and exasperation. You had never felt these feelings for Tul'pey, and you were used to seeing him surrounded by young na'vi who touched him or tried to flirt slightly.

A hand beat your shoulder gently, and Tul'pey invited you to dance with him, under Uleyte’s wise gaze, you stood up and danced with your partner, trying to clear your mind.

After a few hours of dancing, the clan’s youngest na'vi withdrew with their parents to their respective huts, leaving in the village only young adults who from there shortly would be given to a little alcohol derived from the fermentation of some fruits or fish and to youthful fun. You stopped dancing, sitting next to your friend, obviously still tense.

"I’m going to clear my mind." You said before you walked away from the heart of the village, and walked where the huts were, thinking if going home was the wisest idea, instead of torturing you in seeing Neteyam and Mi'feya laughing and dancing together. You came unconsciously near the empty house of Neteyam, sighing heavily and annoyed that everything was bringing you back to him. Shortly after you passed the hut, a warm hand wrapped your wrist and dragged you to a hut. Instinctively you carried a hand where there was a small dagger that all the na'vi carried with them even in the days of celebration, one of the hands of the stranger stopped your wrist when it seemed that you were about to attack.

"No need for this" Neteyam’s clear voice echoed through the thin walls of leaves and straw. "Why did you take me like this?! I could have really hurt you. Weren’t you down in the village dancing?" you asked again annoyed, while the boy left you both wrists. "I saw you leave upset and I followed you" he replied gently. "What’s going on?"

You sighed deeply before answering. " Nothing." The dry tone was so obvious that Neteyam could read your face despite the dim light inside the hut.

"It can’t be 'nothing', you have a strange behavior after… well, you know what happened" you looked him in the eye and the small rays of the late sunset painted purple tints on his face. "Neteyam, I don’t want to talk about it, why don’t you go back to Mi'feya? You seemed so happy." Neteyam’s gaze went from sweet to amused when he realized that maybe it was jealousy behind your ambiguous behavior. "Should I? Maybe so, but it wasn’t that interesting" his tone was slightly mischievous. "It didn’t seem. With all those smiles and laughs, it seemed like you were having a good time with her." You drifted slightly away from him, only to be caught again by the wrist.

"You’re jealous, ma Tanhì?" you turned your face to where he was and tightened your jaw.

"No. I have no reason to be jealous, especially of you." You said you tried to be as convincing as possible.

"but I’m jealous of you." He admitted with a naturalness that left you breathless for a second. "And I know that you are of me," he continued as he shortened his distance with you. "Stop your jokes, you’re not funny." Your tone was as if out of breath, which the boy noticed.

"I’m not kidding. I’m jealous, terribly jealous of you and the fact that you’re not mine." His fingers intertwined with some strands of your hair, drawing closer to him. " And I can’t stop being, not after I get a taste of you…" His words were blown on your lips, swallowed as you filled your lungs with his scent and breath. "It’s not the same for me…" those words were more to convince yourself than him.

"Then why did another woman bother you so much?" His eyes wouldn’t come off your face, even studying the smallest micro expression. "Neteyam, that’s enough." your voice was breathless, almost exhausted as you restrained yourself from making yet another mistake. "Then tell me sincerely that it did not bother you and to go back to Mi'feya" his nose touched yours, while the hand between your hair held you close to him.

You opened your mouth to talk, but yet another lump in your throat was created. "I… don’t want to." You whispered slightly as you longed to kiss him again. Neteyam approached your lips but you stopped him by leaning your fingers on his mouth. " We can’t… I-I have a companion" Your tone made your voice broken as you spoke. "Let me just feel you one last time…" he whispered in a gasp. "Allow me to make you feel what he will never offer you, ma Tanhì" His sincere look made you understand his desire for you, the fingers of the hand holding your wrist touched your side, making you whisper his name with exasperation. "Tell me you don’t want it as much as I do, it’s the only way to stop this torture."

"I don’t want it…" you swallowed the knot in your throat, trying to stick to the last strand of sanity in your body. Neteyam leaned his forehead on yours and took a long breath closing his eyes before moving away from you, his gaze hesitated a few seconds before turning to leave.

You bit your lip when you saw it drifting away, but the last thread left inside you had been cut by Neteyam himself. You instinctively approached him, but surprisingly it was he who stole the kiss you were about to take. Your tongues danced together from the start, as the boy’s hands wrapped around your thighs before lifting you up and tying your legs around his waist. The room filled with moaning and wheezing accompanied by snaps of lips that clashed with desire; your hands wandered over his chest, before wrapping around his neck to feel him closer. Your back against the soft fabric of one of the sides of the hut, the breath that was beginning to fail both of you as you devoured your lips as if hungry.

Neteyam slid down gently, not letting you out of his arms, carrying you on his legs. Now his hands touched every inch of your body, memorizing and worshipping it in silence, his fingers squeezed your flesh while you panted on his lips.

When you came off, you carried your mouth over his neck, leaving bites and purple marks as he groaned raucously with his eyes closed, throwing his head back. Your fingers were eagerly wrapped in his hair and neck. You wanted to feel it as your own, so that everyone could see that they didn’t have a chance because he already had someone; the sense of possession was devouring you as you marked his body with your signature. Neteyam did not dare to pull you away from him, moving some strands of hair behind your ear, so as not to disturb your work.

The boy’s hands wrapped around your neck and side, caressing them as if to spur you to keep leaving marks on his body. When you broke away, Neteyam approached you, for the umpteenth time, kissing you with more passion, your hand now descended on his loincloth, pinching the top while the knuckles teased his lower abdomen. Neteyam gave you a silent consent, bringing you closer to him. Even the boy’s hands hesitated after taking off the net shawl, his fingers ripped off the part that covered your breast, while your free hand went to get his, to carry it on your breast. A small groan came out of your lips as he squeezed his grip gently, playing with your already hard and needy nipples; he detached himself from your lips to go and give attention to your breasts, teasing them with bites, licking and small juices that only made you wet. His tail wrapped around yours and then tickled the back of your pelvis, your back arched forward as you panted his name with despair, only making him more eager than you.

Your hand rested on his covered erection and a shiver ran through your body, beginning to draw its silhouette on the fabric that covered it, making him groan and moan around your breasts, while you were eager to feel what it would be like inside you. Your minds were clouded and drunk with your natural scents mixed with pheromones.

"You’re so beautiful" he whispered, voicing his thoughts unintentionally.

Neteyam’s hands went down to remove the lower part of your clothing, leaving you naked on top of him, and he detached himself from your breast, leaving a thread of saliva that still wanted his mouth at that point. He took a deep breath admiring your body with adoration, as if he were worshipping you in silence, and then following the curves of your body, feeling hungry. You wore the loincloth and looked down, swallowing to see the length of the na'vi below you.

Neteyam took your face from your chin and lowered it to its height, then tapped his thumb on your lips. "Open your mouth, ma yawnetu" you did what you said and the boy spat in your mouth, swallowed the fruity taste of the boy and then felt the lips of the boy again on yours, leaving as much saliva in your mouth, detaching immediately after. This time you poured the mixture that had been created in your mouth on your hand, using it to go and use it as a lube on Neteyam’s sore erection.

A long, hoarse groan came out of his lips as he felt your soft hand wrapped around his intimacy, his head bent backwards as a suffocated "Tsahey" came out of his mouth. His body unbalanced backwards, while his hands supported him and thanks to this his muscles contracted, leaving you enchanted by the scene, imprinting it in your memory. Your eyes went down to his abdomen as your hand moved with agonizing slowness to make him complain under you, already knowing he would take his revenge later. Your free hand went to tear the bands that covered his torso, leaving you finally a complete vision on his abdominal muscles, admiring how they twitched when you touched sensitive points like the small lateral vein that pulsed with desire.

You lowered yourself on his abdomen, sliding a little further away from the boy’s body, starting to leave kisses on his lower abdomen, making him swear in a language that you did not know, but that you found strangely erotic said by him. You blew lukewarm air on his pulsating cock, receiving a grunt from Neteyam, exasperated to have a little more. He felt the air missing in the meatballs when he felt your warm mouth around his bundle of nerves, while you licked and sucked at alternate and not decisive rhythms. One of his hands ended again in your hair, guiding you on the course that most pleased him, and when you understood the rhythm you could feel that it was the perfect one because of the tail of the boy who was shaking and beating on the ground for excitement. You began to greedily suck his intimacy, feeling his vein beating against your tongue that tasted his taste. Neteyam’s eyes watched you as you warmed his cock with so much devotion and passion, getting more excited because of your gargling when you went too deep or the snap that made your lips full of saliva against his erection when you got to the deepest point of your throat.

You only peeled off when a sweetish liquid slowly poured into your mouth, you panted slightly as you swallowed his sperm keeping your eyes fixed in Neteyam’s, which made him even more excited. Those eyes that before looked severely and almost disgustingly now begged him to give her more, to push him to the limit. He took a deep breath after pouring into your tongue, whispering a frustrated "Fuck…!" in the language you didn’t understand.

You walked away from his dick after one last lick to definitely clean it from that sweet juice he gave you. His face was swollen, bite marks on his lip were noticeable. One of his hands wrapped around your neck, pushing you against his lips, kissing you with passion and passion, as he stretched you backwards, meeting your back with the floor, kneeling between your legs. Your back arched when you felt Neteyam’s fingers playing with your clitoris right away, rubbing and pinching it, making you moan in his mouth, while a mischievous smile was born on his face.

" What’s going on, Sa'nutsyìp? It’s too much for you?" he said maliciously once removed from your lips, to enjoy your raw moans. Your hands ended up on his back, slightly scratching the smooth surface of his skin, unable to speak when two fingers entered you, leaving his thumb to massage the small mountain of your intimacy. Your breath cut out right in Neteyam’s ear as you closed your eyes enjoying the moment they were giving you the boy’s long fingers that created imaginary circles on the most sensitive spot of you.

Little shivers ran through your body, whimpering for more, until he started pumping his fingers in and out of you, making you squeak and moan so much that you had to shut your mouth to listen to the cries. His free hand blocked your wrists over your head, preventing you from blocking your moaning. "Oh no, I want to hear them all." He said raucously in your ear. The chills covered your whole body, taking long breaths to try not to make you feel more than you should. Your head bent to the side, as small tears formed and stuck in your eyelashes; your chest rose and descended for the ecitation that was exploding within you; your lips swollen and red because of the canines that sank on your own skin.

The fingers of neteyam began a rhythm that went from extremely slow and heartbreaking to a violent one that made you feel so close to heaven, while his lips worked your breasts with small bites or juices that forced you to keep your back arched for too much pleasure. The few times you could keep your eyes open, you could see Neteyam’s shoulders and back glowing through the window. The muscles tense and tense, holding the grip that blocked your wrists did not intend to loosen despite your spasms of pleasure; while his tail could not stand still, meeting yours only to tease her with the small final hairs of her tail, causing you further chills. "m-more…" you whispered exhausted, while the na'vi above you approached your neck. "Ask it like a good prrnen, mh?" he whispered, making you shudder. "Please… more" now your mind clouded by desire and your tongue was loose to any desire of Neteyam.

You felt a sense of emptiness when Neteyam broke away from you, letting your wrists go, his wet fingers came out of your vagina and tasted the taste of your excitement. A deep breath came out of your lips as you saw that scene, closing your legs as much as possible to create friction and relieve the pleasant pain. The boy laughed loudly and then opened your legs, his long fingers clasping your thighs.

"I am not finished." He hissed before leaning over your body and starting to leave wet kisses on your lower abdomen, coming down with a heartbreaking slowness on your groin, leaving some hickeys. You panted slightly, leaning on your elbows to see as much as possible of Neteyam’s actions, your lips again tortured by your own teeth as you lost your breath because of Neteyam’s lips.

"Oh, ma Eywa…" was the only thing you could say with the last thread of voice that was leaving your body after Neteyam breathed warm air on your red intimacy and swollen with desire. Your arms almost gave out when the rag’s wet tongue collided against your clitoris, making you moan louder than you thought. You heard the sound of Neteyam’s mocking smile as your head bent backwards in exasperation. Your tongue still had its sweet taste and the fact that he was now working the same way between your legs only made you more excited.

Neteyam’s lips began to kiss your bundle of excitement, sucking it greedily just to hear you scream and pant shamefully, as if you had never had intercourse before him. His tongue made space between your wet folds and it was easy for him to slip inside you and start enjoying you with pleasure.

"Please… more" now your mind clouded by desire and your tongue was loose to any desire of Neteyam.

He bit his lip, growling against your skin because of your pounding pussy against his erection needing new attention. "o-only this time…" you whispered raptured by desire. "I won’t be the one to stop you, Tanhi." his hoarse voice promptly answered your request.

Neteyam laid his hands on your hips and gently dropped you on his cock, a small hoarse groan betrayed his throat when he felt you tighten the walls around his chapel. The breath left your body when you felt the Na'vi just inside you, while a deep whimper accompanied Neteyam’s groan. Your nails stuck in his shoulders when you took inside you the whole length, your chest pressed against that of the boy as you began to move over him, tightening around his dick.

The hut filled with shameless moans and breathlessness, while the continuous tensions that were created between you were finally released with every movement of the basin you did to feel more pleasure. Neteyam’s lips searched for yours, devouring your every groan or whimper, but you, instead, enjoyed his groans and hoarse anxieties, accompanied by words in an unknown language. You left a few bites on your lips, while his hands touched every inch of your body, holding it to himself without shame and with much possession, frustrated that you could not mark every inch of your body to claim it as his.

His hand ended up in your hair, forcing you to keep eye contact with him, pulling and stroking some strands that he held between his fingers with jealousy. He loved every part of you and that was sending him straight to heaven, he had dreamed so much of having you like this but the reality had exceeded his expectations by light years. The hand that once touched your body was now wrapped around your neck, feeling your irregular breathing and your restraining moans from time to time. "Don’t hold back, let me hear how you like it." He said, licking your lips and then tightening your grip around your neck so you don’t hold back. Your face was a disaster of frustration and full well-being, an erotic vision in the eyes of Omatikayan.

Your nails scratched his shoulders and back, especially when he felt he was hitting a fragile spot inside you, and when he figured out where your G-spot was, he had you lie down again, putting some sheets under your pelvis, without ever leaving you. You screamed with pleasure as she began to slam repeatedly against that fragile spot, you cried his name, groaning like a shameless and leaving other deeper scratches on his back.

After a few more pushes you both reached your second orgasm, coordinating it without even wanting to. Neteyam’s hand was woven into yours at this point, while with the other he bore his weight.

His orgasm was stored so easily in your memory, as he did with yours. Neteyam’s hot cum made room on your stomach, as he had managed to get out just in time from you. Your breaths mingled in the silence of the night, the sweaty, exhausted bodies lying next to each other and the air still filled with your orgasms.

"That doesn’t mean I’ll hate you less." you whispered to break the silence. He turned to his side, looking at you amused. "You literally yelled my name just a few minutes ago and you just came out like that?" You also turned to the side of his answer, looking him in the eye. "Yes." You replied plainly.

Neteyam’s hand wrapped around your neck again, pushing you against him, while the other caressed your soft hair.

"Ma Eywa, you’re even sexier when you’re so stubborn, I’d like to make you cry on my dick a little more" he answered inches from your lips. "Tsk, as if you could." he looked at you.

"Sa'nutsyìp, you don’t even know what you’re talking about, just stop" he said teasing you. "You must have never been touched by a lefnelan" he continued, making fun of you.

"You’re right, I should really be looking for one, but it’s hard to find a man among so many kids." Neteyam’s jaw twitched at your answer and then he brushed his lips with yours. "You’re too beautiful to even answer you in the way I want to." He blew the words on your lips, making you lose a few beats.

His eyes studying you with interest and fun, while her thumb caressed the side of your throat, not taking his hand off your neck.

"What? Short of answers." You smiled mockingly.

"No, but I would gladly take that smile off your face, again." You remained silent for such a natural and sincere response. The desire to kiss him again had increased and he noticed.

"You see, ma Tanhì? You don’t hate me the way you want to" he said on your ear and then stuck you under him again, holding your wrists to the sides of your head. "If not, you wouldn’t have allowed me to take your orgasm twice" he started kissing your neck again. "and you wouldn’t let me do this now."

You turned your head to the side in silence, while he smiled mockingly. "I told you, you would have asked for this." Your eyes returned to his, slightly annoyed.

"You’re annoying." You snorted.

"And you look beautiful when you get angry" he laughed back, then stole a kiss before lying down again.

He took you from your hips and led you to rest your head on his chest, and then covered you with a light blanket that was just below you. " You said 'only this time', then I want to have the full experience" You sighed deeply to his words and nodded closing your eyes, falling asleep with the lullaby of the beats of his heart.

Neteyam could not help but stay a few minutes to contemplate your body next to him, not in a sexual or erotic sense, but only with adoration.

He took the time to print the picture of you sleeping on his chest, and your face relaxed as he held you close to him, before following you into the dream world.

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Notes II:

I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Please,comment with your opinions and tell me which part you liked the most.

Well, since I found this beautiful fan art, i post it in this chapter because it reminded me of the scene where y/n paints Neteyam’s body.

-Mel

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