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gorgeys · 5 months

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FOR YOU ★ katniss everdeen

katniss everdeen x fem!reader

you see katniss for the first time after she wins the 74th annual hunger games

warnings: just some cheesy fluff bc i watched the hunger games for the first time

word count: 1145

note: this takes place after the first movie bc i’ve only watched that one and the ballad of songbirds and snakes 🫣

also this is kinda based on that one forrest gump scene where he’s at the vietnam war protest and jenny starts running to him through the reflecting pool to get to him 😭😭

hope you enjoy!!

the second she steps off the train, she’s already surrounded by the crowd. some people are chanting her name, others are offering her the three-finger salute, and some are even crying. she feels peeta squeeze her shoulder as he steps off behind her, and she can sense the smile on his face.

but she can barely feel his fingers on her skin or hear district 12 celebrating around her. she’s so focused, her eyes frantically scanning the crowd. there were so many people there to congratulate and thank her yet she only wanted to see one person.

it takes a few seconds before she hears a faint shout of her name.

“katniss!” the voice calls out. “katniss!”

her ears instantly perk up and she instinctively moves toward the source of the sound.

“katniss!”

it’s clearer now and she’s sure she knows who it belongs to. she can see people getting shoved in the back of the crowd as someone makes their way to the front. she doesn’t even need to see who it is before tears rim her eyes.

she involuntarily releases a strained noise of sheer desperation before she speeds up, the crowd kindly parting for her. the same can’t be said for you as you use every bit of your strength to push past citizens, some of them leaving you irritated glances.

luckily you make quick work and suddenly your unkempt hair catches katniss’ eye. she notices your rough, seasoned hands fighting those around you to get to her and now she’s nearly running toward you.

she screams your name, letting you know that she’s seen you and reminding you of how intensely she’s missed you. her voice is raw and distraught. she reminds you of how painful it is for her to be without you.

only when you’ve made it all the way to the front do you stop and does katniss get a clear look at you. you stumble out of the crowd, nearly falling, but you catch yourself. bystanders stare, questioning the importance of your presence, but all you do is look up and meet katniss’ eyes.

she stops fifteen steps ahead of you. only then does she remember why she had fought so hard to stay alive; why she had killed; why she had refused to give up even when the odds were against her. because, when she looked into your eyes—your perfect, beautiful, joyful eyes that reflected all of her own emotions—she remembered that it was all for you.

she refused to let her life end in that artificial forest because her life hadn’t truly begun until she was able to be with you. you were her reason, the single thing that kept her going, that motivated her, that she thought about on every dark, cold, soulless night.

she dreamed endlessly about returning to district 12 just to be wrapped in your warm embrace, to feel your chaste kiss on her cheek, and to start a new life with you. in fact, she dreamed about this very moment that she was living in. she dreamed about everything from how you would look to the way you would look at her. she dreamed about how it would feel and what she would do, but once she was in the moment, everything was more powerful than she could have ever imagined. everything was far more perfect than in her dreams.

she watched your own tears swell as your eyes settled upon her. your hands came to your face, covering your mouth as you fought your natural crying face into a smile.

seeing you cry always made her so weak and she felt her tears start flowing down her cheeks. she felt her ugly cry begin but she couldn’t help it. it felt so good to see you that it was almost painful. you had woven your way into her heart and now the two of you were one.

a tiny part of her brain was scared of what you might think of her. would you be afraid of her after seeing her kill so ruthlessly? would you lose your feelings after watching her at her lowest moment? or worst of all, would you be angry at her after witnessing her onscreen romance with peeta?

she had played into her role during the games—the girl on fire who was head over heels for the baker’s son—but the games were over now and there was no need to pretend anymore. while peeta may have loved her, katniss’ feelings for him were never close to what she felt for you. she just hoped that you had realized that too.

no matter what peeta would say to her or how many people were there to worship her, everything seemed insignificant when she was face to face with you. and you felt exactly the same. that empty hole in your chest that had appeared when katniss had volunteered all those weeks ago was suddenly full. with her return to district 12, katniss everdeen has also returned your heart.

she finally started toward you, slowly at first, and then faster. it didn’t matter who was watching, whether it was peeta or the capitol or the whole world, she had a primitive need to be with you. and you would accept her with open arms.

she tightly hugged your shoulders, her grip so strong that you couldn’t have pulled away even if you wanted to. she pulled your body into hers and kept your face close to hers so that your noses were nearly touching.

your hands found solace holding each side of her face. she knew how powerful your hands were from all the times you had been hunting together so it meant even more when you were able to hold her so gently. you always touched her like she was glass that would break in your hands if you weren’t careful. she relished the feeling; no one had ever treated her so softly and made her feel so special, not peeta, not gale.

when you felt her warm skin beneath your fingers, everything felt all the more real. she was really there. she had really survived the deadliest of arenas and now she was here with you. she was here for you.

you shared a single loving gaze, one that conveyed every emotion. you shared your sorrow, your pain, your excitement, your joy, your newfound relaxation. you shared your bare love with each other.

only then did she press her lips to yours in a feverish kiss. your lips fit perfectly as your tears merged into a single stream. you disregarded air and molded yourselves into each other, willing the moment to live on forever.

a single thought entered katniss’ mind, one that would’ve sounded crazy to anyone but her:

she would’ve done it all over again if it meant coming home to you.

omg i’m so sorry that i haven’t been writing any requests i have 9 sitting in my inbox 😭

the next story will prob be camille from house of usher and then i’ll work on those requests starting with naomi from wolf of wall street

i’ll try to be better y’all 😔

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https-genesis · 11 months

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me gusta la mar me gustas tú | n.s. x f!reader ( i like the sea, i like you )

Sypnosis; You love the sea. Neteyam loves you.

Contents; disgustingly sweet fluff, hooked neteyam, metkayina reader, reader is lowkey an oblivious sunshine, use of y/n, neteyam is in love but like totally

Dictionary; tsahik - interpretor of eywa, itan - son, tanhi - bioluminescent freckles

A/N; based of the song "me gustas tu"... cries.

Neteyam didn't want to leave the forrest. He didn't want to leave his grandmother, his friends, his home. But as the big brother and future Olo'eyktan he knew he had to be the role model. So he put on a brave face, packed his bags, put on his cloak and set off marching behind Lo'ak. Neteyam could hear the soft whimpers of his mother and the cries of the people around him -they had lost their Olo'eyktan, lost their protector, lost a part of themselves- as they watched his family walk down the soil path.

Looking back at High Camp, Neteyam could feel the cold wind hit his cheek and the bitter taste of farewell burnt his throat. Leaving home had never crossed him mind before, but he understood that whoever had kidnapped his siblings was going to come for his father soon.

'You are the big brother, Neteyam. Act like it.' And he did. The mere sight of Tuk tucked neatly under his mother's chin made his eyes water but for the sake of keeping his siblings sane Neteyam blinked the tears away.

Arriving at Awa'atlu was at best the worst thing that had happened to Neteyam by far. The intense stares of the reef Na'vi made his blood run cold; they all looked so different. Their skin remained blue, but so pale compared to his that he felt it resembled Spider's. On the other hand, the men where tall, much taller than Jake, and Neteyam couldn't help but feel small under their judging eyes. Their arms and tails were wider and he guessed that swimming was much easier that way.

Neteyam had brought his hands up in surrender to show that they were no threat but the defensive stance of the Na'vi around him stayed. He missed home already and it hadn't even been a day that they'd been here.

As they came to a halt he could see what he assumed was the Olo'eyktan's son; the people parted idly to make way for him and his friend. Out of respect Neteyam brought his hand to his forehead to sign 'I see you'. The boy stared at him in what seemed to be disgust and never signed back, which made Neteyam's eyebrows raise in surprise.

The sudden noise of water splashing around made every head turn in its direction to show a handful of winged beasts emerging from the sea. Neteyam noted how much longer they were compared to ikrans, how their beaks elongated into a longer one. The men on top of the large animals came to a slow halt as they swiftly jumped off their ride to march up the bank of sand. One of them walked towards the commotion and his stance made Neteyam believe he was the Olo'eyktan. Jake bowed his head and spoke, "I see you, Tonowari."

Then, the crowd parted again to reveal a tall woman littered in tattoos from head to toe, which he assumed was the Tsahik. She was dressed much more elegantly than the others and she bore a large shell unto her forehead. Neteyam heard his father say once more, "I see you, Ronal."

Out the corner of his eye, Neteyam catched the figure of two younger Na'vi. They were both girls, both atop another creature. They gracefully slid off to glide underwater, emerging one after the other. He noticed how one of them had loose curls and a woven shell attached to her hair while the other had a similar hairlstyle; her hair fell into her face to make bangs and the rest laid beautifully down her back. She was slightly taller than the other girl but still shorter than him, her skin was pale, just like the others, but somehow Neteyam couldn't bring himself to feel distaste for it.

The Olo'eyktan's son and his friends, whom he had met earlier, had started poking fun at the way they looked and grabbed their tails harshly at their base. As Neteyam was about to hiss out a warning, the two girls ran over hurriedly. The taller girl spoke first, "Ao'nung, Rotxo. Do not. You are being mean."

The boy who he guessed was Ao'nung replied, "Come on! Don't you find them a bit funny?" The girl grimaced at him before slapping his arm harshly. "You are being unfair. Leave them alone." Ao'nung smirked wide, lifting both hands up in fake surrender. "Alright, y/n." The girl, whomst the name he now knew, grabbed her friend's hand. "Come, Tsireya. Your father is this way."

Eywa. It was but the first day Neteyam had seen the almost overwhelmingly pretty girl and he already felt the need to stick himself to her side whenever she was around. She hadnt even dared to glanced at him however, but the flush of her cheeks and the way she twirled her curls in her hand made Neteyam think that either she was extremely shy ( which was out of the question because of the way she trampled over Ao'nung's attitude ) or she was also somehow interested in him.

☆

You had been assigned, alongside Tsireya, to teach the family how to swim and ride ilu. Today was particularly good -the breeze was gentle and the sun hit your skin- and you were sat on a large boulder with Neteyam and his brother, Lo'ak, and Tsireya. Out of the corner of your eye you catched a glimpse of Lo'ak's flushed face. The boy was very apparently in love with your friend, but you couldn't blame him. Tsireya was the daughter of the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahik, both very beautiful people. The fact that she turned out to be one of the prettiest women in your village didn't impress anyone.

Your right hand was placed gently onto Neteyam's stomach while the other was on his chest. You were simply monitoring his breathing technique, but Neteyam's heart couldn't stop racing. Having your face so close to him that he could feel the warmth of your breath agaisnt his shoulder made him weak, his breathing becoming shallow. ¹"You are breathing too heavy. Slow breaths, like I showed."

His breaths stopped altogether and the back of his hand came to wipe at his forehead. "Sorry- Sorry." You giggled then, short and sweet, and it reminded Neteyam of a certain sweet fruit he often ate back in the forest. The hand that rested onto his chest moved to his back to adjust his posture. "Here. Breathe again, slow." You had stared him right in the eyes and took the short second to note how his eyes were such a deep yellow. Almost like some rare seashells you could find at the bottom of the ocean, like the sunset you were so fond of.

☆

i like my village

You stared at his for no more than ten seconds yet Neteyam had felt it was minutes, and he himself found comfort in your irises. Blue like the sky and the sea that were so powerful and dangerous in themselves, yet yours held a soft glow that reflected your being in a whole. You were kind, too kind, and you never seemed to even have a bad bone in your body. Eywa save him- was he in love with you?

i like you

Neteyam grinned slightly and his brother smirked. Payback material, for sure.

It had been a few days since that encounter, you and Tsireya decided to take the boys swimming. Between those eclipses you had started to spend more time with the Sullys and by some Eywa sent miracle Ao'nung had lowered his bullying to a smidge. Neteyam started to notice more things about you, too. The slight pep in your step whenever you walked and the way the children always seemed to swarm to you when you were around.

It was a very shallow part of the sea, nothing but a few meters deep. You went down first, then Tsireya after, and the boys followed. You had flipped onto your back to look at Neteyam but the way his braids circled his face like a dark halo and the way his eyes shined in amazement had you staring for longer than you anticipated. A few moments later, he turned to you where you had reached the bottom of the ocean, collecting pretty shells and corals you found.

When Neteyam arrived back at the family marui, Neytiri had caught a glance of his hand. "What is this, ma itan?" The boy's cheeks darkned a purple hue and he took a seat next to his mother. Neytiri was curious -Neteyam had never been the type to collect things- and as her son gently dropped the beautiful miss-matched shells onto the mat below them, she grinned. "Oh, Neteyam. Did you say thank you?"

You played in the water for nothing but an hour and swam back to shore altogether. You had approached in after Lo'ak and Tsireya roamed off. "Look, Neteyam! I found these for you. My people usually make clothing out of these, but you can weave them into a necklace if you'd like." You smile widely, extending your hand full of shells to him. "Oh, how nice. They're very pretty, y/n. Thank you."

i like the sea

His head fell forward in embarrassment and he nodded. "Yes, mom. I did- She picked them for me. I didn't know what to say, made a skxawng of myself-" Neytiri paused, her grin spreading even wider. "She? My son is in love?" She dragged the last word out slightly and Neteyam had to hide his face into his hands. Maybe he was in love with you, after all.

i like you

☆

The next day, you had decided to take Neteyam to yours and Tsireya's hidden spot. It wasn't too far from the village but there were little to no chances for anyone else to find it because of how well it was hidden. You had urged Neteyam onto and ilu and rode off so suddenly he thought there was an emergency until he saw the wide smile etched onto your features. He followed you gingerly, and by the time you came to a stop in front of a wall covered in vines and grime, Neteyam was just behind you.

"Look, Nete'. This is my favorite place in the village." You urged your ilu forward slowly to brush aside a patch of vines which revealed a cave -its entrance was smaller but he could see its true width at the end-. Neteyam followed to your left, taking in the bioluminescent insects and sea creatures. He turned to you once more and observed your face longingly.

Your nose was covered in tanhi that shined brightly in the dark, your fangs on display behind those plush lips of yours. When he finished admiring you, you had reached the wider part of the tunnel. Water was in the middle while the sides where made of rock and moss, and Neteyam could see some mats already laid out alongside some baskets of fruit.

You both departed from your ilus to sit upon the mats. You scrunched the water out of you curls and stared at his face to gauge his expression. He seemed in his head- almost like he wasn't listening. You knew he was, though, Neteyam always listened to what you said.

"Me and Tsireya come here often. That is why there is food. Do you like it?" You said, turning to him. He took in how the water reflected the light around it and how your eyes glowed like the moon at its peak. "I do. It's is very beautiful.." Neteyam paused to clear his throat and spoke again, much lighter. "It makes me think of you."

i like my friends

"Really? How?" You asked, with a hint of innocence. Somehow Neteyam wasn't sure if it was feigned or true, but he answer anyway. "I like how peaceful it is. Just like you. And the moonlight hitting the water is pretty.. Just like.. you." You had turned, facing him now. Your bosy leaned forward on its own, Neteyam pulling you in inconsciously. "I like how it makes me feel at ease.. Just like you do."

Neteyam faced you now, both your faces being mere inches away from each other's. "I like it... I- I like you." The corners of your mouth rose slightly and your heart beat so fast you were sure Neteyam could hear it. "I like you too, Nete'." The soft press of his lips against yours made you flush and his hand came to grasp yours. He definitely is in love with you.

i like you.

taking a breather from all the angst I post- here is neteyam fluff

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femoso-seben · 1 month

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Blind Love

Medusa Soap x Hero Ghost

Don’t hate me for OOC! I tried my best…

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Off the coasts of Sparta, in a small island once the shrine to Athena, broken and litter with the horrifically grandiose tender status of blissful hubris of mortal woes, was the lair of the only mortal Gorgon. For those Greek heroes who fall onto this island they would think this is a old shrine to Hecate, statues made from Daedalus’ own hands, details etched with perfect precision.

The marbles were well warn down to it’s white base hollow flat color only seen in the crevasse of the folds of marbles. A lone figure lives there abandoned by the gods, by all the gods, by the very goddess he worshipped, left to rot on a lifeless hideous island. The beach were rocky and new, filled with old rotting ships bobbed up and down some lossly drifting around the island, the locals call it The Fool’s Grave.

Sun-kissed and specialed with iridescent scales, and built like Achilles himself walked a lone figure, in robes of blue and gold, did he walk, past the Forrest of stone he made. Those statues of men were his only comfort for normality, if only they weren’t staring in fear, fear of him. He was cursed for a life of loneliness and isolation, waiting for a Heracles to slice his head off. He was curse to stay on the island, for no boats will move pass the shore, as even Poseidon does not wish to offend Athena.

A low rumble, scrapping of rocks and he knew their was another hubris hero coming for him. He turns around to find, a tall almost Harclean man standing there, impressive and broad, cover in dark leather armor, dark almost black cape, with a spartina helmet plums of black horse hair. A spartan is here to kill him. As this giant of a man, maybe a child of a god, maybe a son of Zeus was here to kill him.

He was No coward for every statue was a signs to the gods, a sign that he still live that all their heroes all their oracles and quest meant nothing to his hate and vengeance. He knew all these heroes that come were sent by the gods to die. These heroes full of pride and glory will all turn to fearful stone. The low hisses of his snakes were the only sound besides the dull beat of his heart in his chest. The man looms closer, foot steps sinking into the sandy soil.

He let out a familiar sign and his gaze rised, his cool almost white eyes meet, a void. Darkness except for the intense gaze of the Spartan.

He waited. And waited. But nothing arises.

The hero was inches away, a head taller, head bent staring down at him. It was almost embarrassing.

“You… You can stare at me?” The gorgon asks.

The hero drew his sword.

‘So this is how it ends?’ That was the only thought in Johnny’s head as the sword cleave through his neck. The world went sideways, but the gaze of that hero never blinked, never waiver. Maybe… If only.

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Inspired by @astheriiiart

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yourstrulybluelover · 8 months

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Reunion (Part 4)

Title: Reunion Part 4

Pairings: Lo’ak (21) x Navi Reader (21) x Neteyam (22)

Warnings: MDNI

Contains: sexual tension, forced, dom Lo’ak, dom Neteyam sub-reader, masturbation, fingering, language, sex toys

Background: The Sullys have been away for years. They have just returned to the Forrest, not only bringing with them joy and hope but also uprooting masked feelings.

Word count: 1378

It been a week since your ordeal with the Sully brothers. You have avoided them like the plague since Lo’ak stormed out that night after the fight. His brother stayed with you for a moment but then left after you explained that you had feelings for Lo’ak. To which he confessed his feelings for you.

You remember him whispering “When we returned, you’re the first person I expected to see. Then when we heard about your family, I thought I should have given you space before coming to visit. When I saw you were even more beautiful when I left, and to hear about all your achievements. I was so proud of you.”

Your heart warmed at those very words and you couldn’t help but feel a little spark between you and Neteyam. So when he reached down to hug you and you leaned in for a kiss instead, it made things much worse. There you were telling him of his feelings for his brother and then all of a sudden ready to kiss him like a whore. You felt shame and guilt overcome you. He was so confused when he left, saying he should go look for Lo’ak. Since then when they both tried to approach you, you made up some lame half-ass excuse.

It didn’t help when Kiri came to visit you. She questioned what the last thing was you said to the boys due to facr that they’ve been acting so strangely at home, since that night at diner. You brushed her off and apologized that you’d be away for a couple of weeks. Inquisitive as she is, of course, you had to explain that it was because your heat was approaching.

“See if you had a mate by now you wouldn’t have to put yourself through that intense pain.”

“How did you handle it Kiri, I’m sure you didn’t have a mate at the reef.”

She snorted. “ I had plants y/n, they were great to help subside the pain and intense desires, I have some back home I can always send them with Neteyam,” She explained. “Before you leave that is.”

“Its fine, I need to get going now anyway.” You said as you pack your things and sling them over your shoulders. You wave her goodbye as you trek towards the eastern side of the forest, in the opposite direction of home.

As you made your way to the other side of the forest, where your makeshift cabin was built. It was secluded near a creek. You found the place during one of your patrols and decided it would be the best place to run off to during times like these. Yenguu assisted you with the building. Only you two knew the exact location. He would inform the head of the warrior clan that you would be away due to your heat. They always knew you secluded yourself, but they never knew where. You start to feel hot and hotter as you walk the trail, your ikran was in the care of Kiri. A sudden sharp pain erupts at your stomach and chest.

Oh no, it’s a day early.

You had to hurry to the cabin but your knees start to buckle. You feel a familiar slick pool between your legs and your yellow orbs slowly darken to an orange shade. You gasp.

No. Not here, you wouldn’t want anyone to smell you, you’re already vulnerable. Your heat was never this intense. Fertile Heat cycles usually last from 3 – 14 days, yours was the latter, unfortunately. Heat symptoms vary, from mood swings, intense hunger, excruciating pain, intense fevers, the list was long. However, when it came to you yours usually had a compilation of aches, fevers and intense horniness due to your hormonal displace. Your first heat cycle was a mark into womanhood but you’ve always approached it as a burden.

You're still within range of the hunting grounds. You pick up yourself and decide to fight through the agony and painfully walk your way through the dense vegetation. Your body burning and glistening with sweat. Just a mile more you thought to yourself. Your eyes get heavy, your vision begins to blur. You’ve made it halfway through but your world begins to spin, the pain radiating through your body. You hiss. Soon everything goes black as you collapse on to the forest floor.

You’re awaken by the rain, hitting the rooftop. You perk up, look around. You’re in your cabin. Your bag and supplies braced to the nearby wall. You’re drenched in sweat, sprawled on a woven blanket on the floor. The cabin looks untouched. Everything was where you left it, except for the nearby hammock which was draped as if someone was recently in it.

You called out but no one answered. Your breathing quickens when you start to feel the familiar antagonizing pain, and the pooling between your legs. Not again. You quickly got up to scan your surroundings, there was no sign of any other life. You consider to yourself the possibility of you being able to drag yourself, yet you have no memory of it. You walk towards the cabin door, pulling it back in. Your body begins to heat up once more. The sudden urge to touch yourself makes you sink back onto the floor, grabbing your bag. You empty it to find your trustworthy device. Your own vibrator. Norm had shared some with the younger girls from the clan to assist them when they were on heat. And dam was this thing was a lifesaver.

You tore your beaded top and loincloth off. The air on your nipples triggered them, You turned on your vibratorr and you spread your legs. Your heart is growing more and more. You spread your legs further apart as you propped yourself against the wall, one hand touching your breast, the other pressing the device onto your bud. You mewled in pleasure. Memories of the day with Lo’ak flood back and all you can think of is his meat in you. Your fingers leave your breast to play with your cunt before inserting them in, imagining they were Lo’ak’s fingers. You closed your eyes, remembering the firm but gentle touch of Neteyam and his full lips that were merely inches away from yours.

You cry out in frustration as your fingers were not enough to satisfy. You press the device harder onto your bud before grinding your hips. You felt a familiar build-up, you were near, you continued to finger fuck yourself while grinding on your vibratorr your eyes still shut tightly imagining you were grinding onto Neteyam’s mouth. You felt your high coming as you pressed harder to ride it out, your shrieks and moans getting louder before your juices squirt out of you. Your body glistens from sweat and juices, you open your eyes to find Neteyam staring at you, his younger brother standing behind him. Their mouths agape. You glanced down to Neteyam’s loincloth to see a damp stain, his bulge printing through, in one hand he was holding a washcloth and first aid kit.

You’re too dazed to even speak. There you are sprawled out in front of them covered in bodily secretions. Your essence overpowering. You can’t even feel embarrassed because another wave of your heat soon washes over you and your eyes darkened to a deeper shade of red. Before the two brothers can say anything, you spread your legs further apart and say “I want you both, now.” Your eyes heavy, your hand reaching to rub your supple bud, your holes gaping.

Hellooo to my amazing readers. Sooo it was never my intention to write a whole novel, I’m currently up to a part 5. Not sure if I should end it there or put our Na’vi reader through the turmoil of choosing. But if she does choose, team Lo’ak or team Neteyam? Thanks for all the support thus far! Shout out to

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/yourstrulybluelover/725235469789609984/title-reunion-part-1-pairings-loak-21-x-navi?source=share

Part2: https://www.tumblr.com/yourstrulybluelover/725289336435851264/title-reunion-part-2-pairings-loak-21-x-navi?source=share

Part3: https://www.tumblr.com/yourstrulybluelover/725387965101178880/title-reunion-part-3-pairing-loak-21-x-navi?source=share

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mauvecherie-writes · 2 years

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The Art of Eating Pussy.

summary: all lewis wanted to do was show you how you get your pussy ate and cum from it.

pairing: lewis hamilton x black f!reader

word count: 2K+ words

warnings: 18+ NSFW. Minors DNI, dirty talk, cunnilingus, oral sex (fem receiving) hints of Daniel “Spinz” Forrest x You, slight voyeurism, slight exhibitionism.

notes: EDITED with minor additions.

If someone two years ago had told you that you would be sitting on your celebrity crush’s carpet, drinking his wine, playing a game of truth or dare - you would have told them to eat a dick and fuck off.

But no, it was actually real and a part of you was internally panicking - mostly because of the direction of the conversation that the game was leading to. As adults, bored during a rare day off for every one, Daniel had the brightest idea to play truth or dare. For every person who refused to answer a question or failed to perform a dare - a shot of tequila was punishment.

So far, you had chosen to forfeit thrice - with much annoyance to the group as they wanted to know a little bit more of the new addition to the group. But there was no way you were willing to share that the last time you orgasmed was to the thought of the man sitting across from you and that your last intimate physical contact was with Daniel. No one needed to know that.

The round landed back on you and in the back of your mind, you knew you were going to pick a truth. The dares were too much for you to expose yourself in such a way considering how long you’ve known everyone. You were daring - but it was too soon. What surprised you however, it was Lewis asking you the question.

“Have you ever came from just getting your pussy ate?”

Your hand immediately reached out for the shots tray but Daniel pulled it away from you.

“No. You’ve refused to answer every question thus far. You can’t do it again or else you’re out.” Daniel explained which caused you to groan and then pout as you looked at him. He shook his head as he closed his eyes. “No, your puppy dog eyes will not catch me this time. Answer the question.”

You sighed as you leaned back on your elbows and looked at the ceiling.

“No I’ve not cum from just getting my pussy ate.” You answered his question.

“How come?” The curiosity in his eyes made you nervous.

“It’s always been so rushed. Like yeah, you know what you’re doing but you’re not doing it long enough and you’re not doing it the way I want it so I end up not being into it and hoping that it comes to an end. Or they do it because they think it must be done so it’s a chore for them instead of something that they want. It just pulls you out of the experience.”

“I hear you.” Tailey, one of the girls commented before the rest of the women nodded their heads in agreement.

“That’s a shame.” Lewis mumbled as he brought his drink to his lips but his eyes were still watching your body and it hummed from the intensity of his stare. The rational part of you had concluded that this was just the way that he looked at everyone that he was having a conversation with. And because of your attraction to him, your body reacted in accordance.

However, the delusional part of you wanted to believe that he wanted you as much as you wanted him. He was just playing the teasing game, pushing your boundaries as far as they can go. Each interaction leading to a gradual increase of sexual tension left your mind frizzled.

The rest of the night evolved into the sharing of more embarrassing sex stories and more drinking but little by little, people were beginning to leave. But Daniel was your ride and he had long since crushed in one of Lewis’s guest rooms which left you to find your own way home.

“Where are you going?” Lewis asked as he watched you fix the strap of your bag before throwing it over your shoulder. “You don’t need to leave. I have more than enough room to accommodate you.”

“I don’t want to impose on your space. You’ve already been a welcoming host as it is.”

“YN I asked you if you’ve ever cum from just getting your pussy ate. We’re past the stage of feeling awkward in each other’s presence.”

“Well when you put it like that.” You giggled. “I guess you’re right.”

The two of you worked together as you finished cleaning the rest of the mess that had been created. Small chatter was shared but you spent most the time laughing at the little jokes Lewis had to say. He was a bright energy - almost infectious and it did not help you that you had liqueur coursing through your veins.

Your arousal was easily teased just by his mere scent, let alone his presence. You decided to take a break and sit back down on his couch, leaning into the softness of the cushions.

“Why are your cushions so soft?” You moaned softly as your head sunk into them. Your eyes were closed as you basked in the silence before they opened once again to find him kneeling at your feet with that look of intensity on his face once again.

Choosing to ignore your question, he looked up at you from his position.

“Were you really telling the truth when you said you’ve never cum from getting your pussy ate?”

“Why are you so fascinated?” You chuckled as you sat up and looked down at him.

“Because I’ve been wondering who in the entire fuck is stupid enough to get the honour of being in between your legs and doesn’t even try to make you cum in their mouth.” He spoke softly as his fingers drew patterns on the skin of your leg.

“Really?”

“From the moment Daniel introduced you to me, I’ve wanted to explore you in such a way I’ve never had a deep desire to before.”

“Anybody ever tell you that you’re such a poetic.”

“A part of my quirks.” He smiled. “Can I touch you baby?” He asked. “Please let me touch you.”

“Fuck, Lewis.” The tone of his voice had your crumbling. “If we take it there, I don’t think I’d be able to go back.”

“Then let’s not go back.” He replied as he shifted so that he was on his knees and a lot more closer to you. “Let me eat your pussy baby. Let me make you cum all over tongue, I swear it’ll feel so good.”

His breath mingled so close to yours that all you had to do was close the gap in between the two of you and your lips would be locked.

“You promise?” You whispered as you allowed for his fingers come to your inner most thigh.

“Fuck.” He groaned softly as your heat touched his finger tips. “I promise sweetheart.”

With one hand leading his fingers into into your cunt, the other wrapped around his neck, closing that gap. “Yes.”

His hand came and gripped your breast, caressing them before pinching your nipple through the fabric of your dress and you were so glad you chose your Skims dress as outfit of choice - easy access. They hardened instantly beneath his touch and he punched a little harder, his mouth swallowing the sharp intake of breath you let out.

His lips moulded perfectly into yours. Kissing him was not enough, you needed to consume him and be consumed by him. You gasped into his mouth as his fingers slipped into you and softly stroked your walls. You gasped into his mouth as he explored you with his fingers.

“Lewis.” You whimpered.

“That’s it baby. Say my name.” He dragged his mouth across your cheek to your jawline and then down the length of your neck before he pulled the skin just above your breast in between his teeth and sucked. The cry that you let out was all the fuel that he needed.

He wanted you and you were going to offer yourself on a silver platter.

Lewis was back on his knees in front of you but this time, your dress was pushed all the way up to your waist. “You weren’t wearing any panties this whole time?” You nodded your head which caused him to growl. “You’re such a naughty girl aren’t girl aren’t you? Sitting right next to me with your pussy all bare.”

“The lines of the underwear would show on my dress.” You innocently explained which caused the corner of his lip to quirk up.

“Yeah, I’ll take that.” He replied. “Your pussy is so fucking pretty.” He groaned as he positioned your legs the way that he wanted to. Your pussy bloomed like a flower opening up to a spring’s morning. You were dripping and it covered your slits - your scent was intoxicating and the way you looked right now was too enticing. Without a further word, he leaned forward and took your nether lips into his mouth. You had to will your body to calm down but it was just impossible. He dragged your clit into your mouth and sucked.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he ate at you. Rumours spread about the skills of Lewis’s tongue skills and the smallest part of your brain thought them true however you never gave them a second thought. But now as he sucked on your clit, flicking his strong tongue over your clit over and over again - the rumours were confirmed true.

“Oh fuck!” Your inhale was a sharp breath intake as Lewis sucked on your clit as he pushed his legs further apart so that he could get more of you. He strummed your clit with his tongue, causing you to arch your back and push his face further into your sex. Your clit being the focal point of his attention but he never left your opening that was clenching around nothing neglected. His mouth was everywhere as he gave you the pleasure of a life time.

You tried to control your volume but when the man of your dreams was feasting at your pussy like a man starved, it was damn near impossible. Your head finally came forward and your eyes adjusted to the lighting in the room and to your surprise, you caught Daniel from corner watching his best friend eat your pussy.

Instead of being surprised and screaming bloody murder, you dug your nails into the couch and held Daniel’s gaze as your moans left you.

“You’re eating my pussy so fucking good.” You whimpered as you moved your hips to the pace of Lewis’s mouth on your pussy. “Your tongue feels so amazing baby, fuuuccckkk I can’t get enough of it.” The urge of your eyes to roll to the back of your head was strong but the sight of Daniel watching you as he softly jerked himself was too much of a sight to miss.

“Keep it just like that, right there, right there, right fucking there.” You gasped as you alternated between wanting to push his head away or keep him in place. Lewis had lost himself in between your thighs and the more he drank from your cunt, the more effort he put into it.

Along with the feel of Lewis’s lips, watching Daniel watch you was too exhilarating.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” You chanted as your body began to tremble. “I’m coming, baby please I’m fucking coming!“ you squealed. His tongue moved faster against your clit and Daniel’s movement increased. You were more than wet, you were creaming and you were trembling. You knew that your juices were dripping out of you and coating his beard. You had always been a person who needed more clitoral stimulation than anything and Lewis was truly the first person to pay attention to that.

Your sweetness was something Lewis could lose himself in forever. When his frantic licks locked on your cunt, you screamed as you began to gush on his tongue.

“I can’t stop. Oh my god. I can’t.” Your whole body was quaking but Lewis had proved his point. You could cum from just getting your pussy ate and he did it very well. Finally your eyes closed and your body was humming. “Oh shit.” You chuckled into the air as you pushed your hair away from your face and as you tried to control your breathing, from the corner of your eye - you saw Daniel retreat into the shadows.

“I hate you.” You mumbled as Lewis licked his way up your body until you were settled in his arms.

“Why is that?” He questioned.

“Because now, I only want you to eat my pussy and my pussy alone.”

“Well that can be arranged.” Lewis smirked as he picked you up into his arms and began marching to his bedroom …

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sluttylittlewaste · 3 months

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I really need to stop talking about Kristen Chilis Applebees but I feel so strongly about my feral bb girl.

One thing I haven't seen anymore mention yet is the way Kristen became a cleric of Cassandra. This child was freshly dead AGAIN, alone and newly spell-less in the Nightmare King's Forrest. For the first time since Helio had chosen her she stopped being protected and empowered by someone larger than herself. And even with that protection she'd died! TWICE!!!

So, what did she do? She laid on the ground, face in the dirt, and bound herself to the unknown. Drew a blood portrait of a faceless goddess in askance of salvation. In any other situation it would be a terrible decision.

On a more meta level, think about what Beardsley said in the pre-interview. They had Kristen make A LOT of big choices just for the sake of it, making concrete decisions while just going with the flow. Think, just for a moment, about Beardsley knowing that they were building towards the BBEG fight for the season and THEY.HAVE. NO.SPELLS. The rest of the party are preparing to do intensive combat, several of them injured or exhausted and ALLY. BEARDSLEY.HAD.NO.SPELLS.

THE CLERIC HAD NO SPELLS.

So, what do they do? They lay Kristen Applebees on the ground, bleeding and terrified, and beg for a way to help their friends.Big, significant, inpowerful choice.

I think there's a lot of really good space in the story for Kristen to learn the dangers of throwing herself from belief to belief out of fear. The current conversation around the character is very focused on the "ADHD is beating her ass" angle (which is definitely a big part), but I think that's undercutting the amount of religious trauma and correspondent identity issues brewing underneath. As I've said before: It would be so satisfying for Kristen to switch classes. I'd love to see her use all this new muscle for a martial character, pulling strength from within herself rather than some "God".

#okay I think I can stop talking about it #for this week at least #kristen applebees #rant #d20 fhjy #fhjy #if i die #let me die #dimension 20 #cassandra

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hunwes · 4 months

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Dreamlike pregnancy 🤰

Enji was camping all alone in the outbacks, enjoying the nature. One night when she was about to go to sleep, she was thinking about her life.

She lives in a small shady town, where literally nothing happens. The men are not matching her taste at all, those one's who liked already got married or moved out town. So she was thinking what she shall do now? She can't leave as her old parents needs her support, but they try to arrange her marriage to finally have a grandchild. Enji felt quite sad and hopeless. She was still a virgin at the age of 26...

But that night something unexplained happened to here. More like a paranormal activity.

In her dream she met a loveable handsome guy at the forrest she was camping. That man was so pollite, gentle and pleasant that Enji immediately fallen in love with her. They've been together for hours. In the heat of that dream Enji confessed her feelings to him. He was so touched by your words and wasn't taking too long to have your first kiss with him, while gazing te beautiful stars and Moon above.

Then he took your clothes off slowly, while making out with her and started the most romantic and erotic experience in her lifetime so far. Enji felt that really moment when his soft, naked cock got erected slowly. She only wanted him to make her feel like a real woman for the first time. Her body was hungry for a passionate love making, aching to loose her long lasted virginity.

It happened. Her lover gently slid his strongly erected manhood, piercing her hymen for once and for all. Surprisingly it wasn't painful. Only pure erotic pleasure shivered her body and intoxicated her mind as they slowly started to move rhythmically together in the classic missionary position. Enji never felt soo good before! Her pussy got so wet and tight at the really moment when her handsome guy touched her anywhere.

They were doing it for a really long time, when they both got to the climax. Enji cried out loud in pure pleasure, so did her love that moment, she gripped her love's back and with a last intense pulsating movement he ejaculated deeply into her womb causing her to scream even louder. She had tears in her eyes because this moment was so beautiful. The time stopped around them. This was magic of love.

Then they've stayed in spooning cuddle position, keeping up the romantic afterplay and confessing love all the time. Suddenly her handsome lover stopped and whispered to her:

"My love, I am so happy that I have found you after a long search. For this unforgettable night I've spent with you I want to give you a wonderful gift. My baby. You'll surrogate her to your world and provide her care and protection. And when the time come, I'll be there for you forever" he said and kissed your belly.

That very moment Enji's belly started to rise. Movement of a fetus could be seen. The inflation wasn't painful or disturbing, in fact it was pleasant. Both kept watching their fruit of eternal love grows rapidly in her soft belly. They were both in bliss of joy and pride. Enji couldn't be happier now!

Back to the reality: while Enji had her lucid and unusual dream, the same thing happened. She got pregnant while asleep and her belly started to grow. Even revealed her stomach while growing. She looked like a 6 months pregnant already with a quite active baby squirming inside her.

But no one, literally nobody was there to impregnate her. Not even a lustful animal. Was there a ghost? Or something above space? Something invisible? Who took her virginity while giving him a baby? Questions were unexplained.

But all that time she was asleep, living in a wonderful dream. Her dream prince assured Enji, to give birth when the time comes. He'll be there, so they can be together forever ❤️❤️❤️

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Cuddling with Eddie in the back of his van with the doors open so you can look at the stars, with a blanket on because Eddie does not want you to get too cold.

Thanks so much, bby!

~*~

Eddie is always tap dancing his way into the precipice of being unpredictable. Yet it’s a welcomed comfort in the world that you share with him. First as a childhood best-friends, now two grown adults in a committed relationship and celebrating (because hey, Eddie passed an exam that you’d managed to pry him off you to help him study for, and you, well, Eddie said princesses shall always reap rewards for helping the dungeon trolls. Of course he’d jotted something down in his campaign notebook after referencing that). He’d insisted on picking you up at work after band practice and bestowing his ‘gift’ upon you.

What you never could’ve imagined was his venture that brought you just outside Hawkins city limits and into a clearing that he’d apparently scoped out before. Something about doing bigger deals nearby once, and finding the area when his uncoordinated ass got lost in the woods overnight. And as he’d driven towards that luscious patch of greenery surrounding the newly blooming Autumn leaves that cascades from tall oak trees—you were slack jawed and grateful for his accidental inconvenience. He’d thumbed your cheek, calloused digit dragging a line of butterflies beneath your flesh. “Pretty cool, right?”

You could merely nod. “It’s gorgeous, baby.”

“Yeah, you are, princess.” And he’d slid his arms around you, chin resting on your shoulder, long hair tickling your cheek. Surrounded by the crisp fall scents of the forrest and Eddie’s cigarettes, plus aftershave combo—you had felt yourself drifting.

Eddie had told you that wasn’t your gift, but what was in the back of his van was. He’d asked you not to peek in Eddie-like manner, swaying forward and pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re not looking are you? Not even one eye?”

You’d laughed and assured him. After he came back and placed the soft, fresh quilt in your hand, you wanted to sob. And well, you kinda did when you opened your eyes and saw what the quilt was made of. A few of Eddie’s older shirts that you loved, that smelled like him, a few shirts of yours you’d given him over the years, they were all taken apart and stitched in an intricate pattern to form a blanket. He’d even had a patch put in it. “Ms. Byers helped me with it.”

Upon seeing your tears, his nerves got the better of him and he worried at the intensity in which you reacted. All he could do was hold you. “Baby, I’m sorry. If you don’t like it. I didn’t mean to upset you, I just thought that—“

Your eager kiss had silenced him, causing him to understand your real reaction. And in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to be draped under the blanket, sated beneath Eddie as he made love to you. It sucker punched your gut, that dilation in your pupils making him use his knuckles to brush along your jaw. “Yeah, you me to take you under this?” He’d gripped the blanket in a slow shake.

“So slow.” You whispered.

That specific kinda moan Eddie made drifted off the cove of his mouth and onto your neck. “Gonna hold your legs apart, nice and steady, and I’m gonna make love to you, sweetheart. That what you want?”

That’s where you’d found the secondary part to your surprise. An actual blanket fort and pillows overflowing in the back of Eddie’s van. A fresh cut parcel of sunflowers and roses lay atop one of the plush pillows, a box on the side carrying the aroma of fresh pizza.

“There’s also ice cream in the cooler. And I got that wine you like, and some soda and water for hydration, in case you don’t wanna drink much tonight.”

You’d literally tackled Eddie and pinned him beneath you. He worshipped every inch of your body, taking his time and pulling you onto his face, prepping your cunt to take his cock with more orgasms than you’d have needed to be ready for him. You were always close to green right off the bat. Eddie didn’t stop, claiming reason of insanity for you. When you were sobbing into your palm, only then did Eddie make good on his promise to hold your thighs apart and fuck your pussy nice and deep, languid and lazily.

The last summer sun set as Eddie Munson made love to you.

~*~

And that pulls you back into the present, tucked at his side, still wrapped in the quilt and another blanket over top to make sure you didn’t get too cold, Eddie’s cheek on your temple, arm around you, fingers of his other hand stroking a line of goosebumps up your arm and to your shoulder. It’s a clear night after the storms from earlier in the day had passed, leaving a midnight blue sky full of glittering stars and promising constellations. Eddie had opened the van doors and let in the cool air, still rain soaked and speckled in that fragrant scent of seasonal leaves. The wind isn’t heavy, the crickets are chirping melodically, and Eddie is breathing steadily.

You hum in content, bones sated and muscles pliant. You flick his necklace, peering up at his cute little grin. “You okay there, princess?”

“M’ fucking perfect, Eds. I honestly feel like this is all some damned dream and I’m gonna wake up.”

“Nah.” He argued teasingly. “The only dream I would be in is your nightmares.”

“How about my wet ones?” You smirk.

“Oooh? Folks, she’s scandalous. We’ve got a scandalous one here.” He waves an arm at an invisible audience, before bear hugging you to the radiating warmth of his chest.

“Hey,” he says, breaking you out of the brief reverie of post-coitus cuddling silence, bopping your nose before nuzzling it with a nudge, kissing it gently, “you know that somebody loves you?”

You absolutely fall apart and melt into a puddle, staring at him, a gentleness overtaking your features as you retort, “You know you’re my soulmate, Eddie Munson?”

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waitimcomingtoo · 2 years

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Without Love

Pairing: deaf!Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: you contract HanaHaki disease, a disease that makes you cough up flowers when your love is unrequited, and have to stay away from Peter but you can’t tell him why

Masterlist

“All right team. I needed this mission done quickly and effectively, which is why I didn’t ask any of the men to help out. So complete your tasks, get back to the jet, and try not to die. Thanks ladies.” Tony told you all before getting off the jet. The mission was simple. There was a small town on the edge of the state that had reports of babies being born with genetic mutations. You just needed to collect some samples from a Forrest to see if the nearby company was polluting the water with chemicals, Bruce’s running theory on why the mutations were occurring. You got off the jet and felt your phone buzz in the pocket of your suit. You pulled it out and saw a text from Peter. You smiled and texted him back as everyone spread out to complete their tasks.

“Stop texting your boyfriend and focus on the mission.” Kate said as she slung her arm around your shoulders.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You rolled your eyes and felt an embarrassed blush heat up your face.

“Uh huh.” Kate said sarcastically as she left your side to complete her task. Once you completed your part of the mission, you looked around the field and noticed a pink tree near where Wanda was standing.

“Cherry blossoms.” You smiled and went over to the tree. You gently touched the branches and inhaled the scent.

“I just noticed it too.” Wanda told you. “I’ve never seen one in full bloom. It’s beautiful.”

“I know. I always used to wear this scent from Bath and Body Works called Japanese Cherry Blossoms. I love the way they smell.” You told the girls before going to sniff the plant again.

“I was also more of a Warm Vanilla Sugar kinda girl.” Wanda shrugged.

“A Thousand Wishes.” Nat chimed in.

“I love that one.” Wanda gushed. “And Champagne Toast.”

“This is Sweet Pea erasure.” Kate mumbled.

“Hey, I loved that one.” You assured Kate, making her smile. “But Japanese Cherry Blossom will always be superior to me. Seriously guys, this flower smells amazing.”

“There is some intense sniffage going on over there.” Kate laughed when she noticed how deep you had your nose in the flower.

“I’ve never smelt a flower this sweet. It’s like magic or something.” You said as you took another deep inhale.

“Damn. Get a room.” Nat teased you.

“Good thing Peter isn’t here to see this.” Wanda clicked her tongue. “I think he’d be jealous.”

You got a strange feeling in your stomach at the mention of Peter. You put your hand on your stomach and felt a wave of nausea hit you. You backed away from the plant and the feeling slowly went away.

“All right. I think we’re all done here. Let’s head back to the jet.” Nat said and you all followed her. Tony and Bruce were getting back at the same time you did and you all boarded the jet together. As soon as you sat in your seat, you pulled out your phone to text Peter. You told him how the mission went and waited for his response.

“I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll see you when you get back :)” His message read. You felt a wave of nausea hit your again as a strange feeling filled your chest.

“You okay over there, kiddo?” Tony asked when he noticed the look on your face.

“I don’t feel so good.” You gulped. You grabbed a nearby trash can and threw up into it. You looked in the bucket when you were done and felt your heart stop. Everyone noticed the ghastly look on your face and exchanged worried looks.

“What?” Tony asked you. You felt scared tears come to your eyes and slowly passed the bucket to Tony. He looked inside and got the same stunned expression on his face.

“Banner, can you come take a look at this?” Tony asked in a falsely calm voice. Bruce got up and looked in the bucket.

“Is that what I think it is?” Bruce asked.

“Are those…” Tony trailed off and examined the bucket again.

“What? What is it?” Natasha wondered.

“Flowers.” Tony said and showed the contents of the bucket to the group. You watched everyone’s expressions go from confused to shocked as Tony showed them what was inside.

“Cherry Blossoms, it looks like.” Bruce said.

“No. There’s no way that just came out of me. They must’ve been in the trash already.” You insisted.

“Yeah, maybe.” Tony weakly agreed. “Did anyone here throw out cherry blossoms?”

Everyone shook their heads and you felt yourself panic even more.

“They must be old then.” You shrugged. “From the last mission or something.”

Bruce looked into the bucket again and gave Tony a knowing look.

“What?” You asked. “What is it?”

“These look like fresh cut flowers to me.” Bruce said quietly, debunking your theory.

“They can’t be.” You laughed nervously and took the bucket back.

“They are.” Bruce said weakly.

“No. I did not just throw up flowers.” You insisted. “I didn’t even eat flowers!”

“They don’t look regurgitated. It looks like they came right out a garden.” Bruce observed. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you pulled it out to find a text from Peter.

“I heated up some food for you for when you get back :)”

You read the text a few times as the feeling returned to your chest. It felt like something was blooming inside you and rising up your throat. You hunched over as pink and red flowers came out of your mouth. Everyone stared at you in stunned silence as you threw up flowers right before their eyes.

“Okay that time I definitely threw up flowers.” You said once you were done. You wiped your mouth but there was nothing to wipe away.

“What could possibly be causing this?” Wanda asked as she stared at the flowers on the ground.

“I’m not sure. I have a theory but I’ll have to run some tests when we get back to the tower.” Bruce told you.

“Are you in pain?” Kate asked as she came to your side and wrapped her arms around you.

“No. I just feel weird. I feels like butterflies in my stomach before it happens.”

“Did you do anything weird on the mission that could’ve caused this?” Tony asked you.

“Like what?” You wondered.

“Like eat a shit ton of petals.” Kate mumbled.

“No. Not that I can recall.”

“You were sniffing that cherry blossom tree pretty hard.” Nat recalled.

“Would that have caused this?” You asked. “I always go balls deep in flower arrangements.”

“I can’t say for certain yet. I’ll run some labs on you when we get back. Just to be sure.” Bruce assured you.

“Okay.” You gulped and sat back down. You were going to text Peter about what was happening but decided it would be better to tell him in person.

“we land in 10 mins” You texted him.

“ok. I can’t wait to see you :)” He wrote back.

“It’s happening again.” You realized as the feeling returned. Kate held your hair back as the petals spewed out of your mouth. Everyone watched sympathetically as the flowers came out of you, no one knowing what to do or say.

Once you landed, you could see Peter waiting for you near the landing pad. He waved excitedly as you descended from the plane and ran to you once you were on the ground again. He immediately pulled you into a hug after not seeing you for the three days it took to complete the mission. You hugged him back and let his arms comfort you. The feeling returned to your chest suddenly and you pulled away from him.

“How was it?” Peter signed with a smile on his face.

“It was okay. I think I caught a bug though.” You signed back.

“Are you okay? Do you feel sick?” Peter signed before touching the back of his hand to your forehead. You felt the feeling come back and stepped away from Peter before you could cough up any more petals. Peter looked a little hurt and confused as Bruce came to your side.

“We should figure this out sooner than later.” Bruce said and nodded towards the tower. Peter struggled to read his lips and looked to you for help.

“Dr. Banner wants to run some tests to see what’s wrong with me. I’ll see you after.” You signed before walking away with Bruce. Peter caught you by the wrist and pulled you back towards him.

“What’s happening?” He signed with a face full of concern.

“I’m not sure yet.” You told him. “Dr. Banner is gonna find out.”

“Can I come with you?” Peter asked. You felt the feeling return and turned your head as you coughed up a few petals. Luckily it was dark so Peter didn’t see the petals come out of you.

“I think it’s better if he stays outside.” Bruce told you and Peter struggled it read his lips again.

“It’s okay. I’ll be okay.” You signed to Peter with a sympathetic smile. Peter looked hurt again but nodded his head.

Soon enough, you were sitting on an exam table as Bruce ran labs on you. Peter was waiting outside the door and looking at you through the window. Kate had stayed with you and was holding your hand as Bruce read through your chart.

“Nat said you were sniffing a cherry blossom tree?” Bruce asked you.

“Yeah, I was. But it’s not like any petals went up my nose.”

“No.” Bruce shook his head. “But maybe a seed did.”

“A seed?”

“I think you may have contracted HanaHaki disease.” Bruce told you.

“Hana-what disease?” You frowned.

“HanaHaki. It’s a rare disease that I wasn’t even sure really existed until now. It comes from the Japanese words “hana” which means "flower", and “hakimasu” which means "to throw up". Essentially, it’s a disease where people cough up flowers or petals when they’re….”

“When they’re what?” You asked when Bruce trailed off.

“When they’re suffering from unrequited love.” Bruce told you, making that feeling return to your chest.

“Oh.” Kate said as her eyes flicked over to Peter.

“What? What do you mean “oh”? I am not suffering from one sided love.” You laughed weakly.

“Right.” Bruce said flatly. “But for arguments sake, let’s say you were. Because you are. And that’s why you’re spewing flowers every few minutes.”

Before you could answer, you heard a knock at the door. You looked over and saw Peter nervously looking through the window. You got the feeling again and clutched your stomach.

“Oh no. She’s gonna blow.” Kate said and held your hair back. She stepped in front of you to shield you from Peters view as you threw up more flowers.

“Thanks.” You sighed when you were done. Bruce looked at the flowers in the bucket before looking at you again.

“If I was suffering from one sided love, not saying I am, but if I was, how would we fix this?” You asked him.

“Well the disease is caused by flowers blooming in your heart and lungs. You cough them up when you’re reminding of your suffering. From what I’ve read, you can get the flower surgically removed to cure the disease.”

“Really? It’s that simple?” Kate asked hopefully.

“Yes. But removing the flower will cause your feelings for the person to disappear. You will never be able to love them again.” Bruce said, making your heart sink.

“That’s fine, right?” Kate asked you.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I want that.”

“There are some other side effects to consider.” Bruce continued. “The surgery could potentially take away your ability to love anyone ever again or take away your memories of the person you love.”

“What happens if I don’t get the surgery?” You asked him.

“The flower grows until it takes up all the space in your lungs and eventually kills you.” Bruce said quietly. Kate let out a sigh and wrapped her arms around you. You looked towards the door again and made eye contact with Peter. He signed something to you but your eyes were too blurry from the tears. The look of concern on his face only grew when he realized that you were crying. You had to look away before you threw up more flowers.

“I can’t do it.” You sniffled. “I can’t do the surgery.”

“But you could die without it.” Bruce warned you.

“I’d rather die than live without love.” You told him. Kate moved your hair off of your neck and blew on the back of it to calm you down as you cried.

“The surgery isn’t your only option. If you stop loving Pe-“ Bruce began but was met with a warning look from Kate.

“Uh -or whoever you love- then the disease will be cured.” Bruce continued.

“How am I supposed to stop loving him?” You asked as you wiped your face.

“How did you start?” Bruce mumbled. Kate gave him another look and he smiled apologetically.

“Y/n, this is not going to be easy. I need you to know that now. But if you want to stop loving him, you need to distance yourself from him. You won’t be able to stop feeling what you feel if you see him every day.” Bruce told you.

“I can’t just drop him.” You protested. “He’s my best friend.”

“I know he is.” Bruce sighed. “But I see the way you two interact. You will never get over him if you keep going the way you’re going.”

“What do you mean?” You scoffed. “What way are we going?”

Bruce and Kate exchanged a look and he decided to let her take this one.

“I know you think of Peter as your best friend. But people who are just friends don’t act the way you two act. Bruce is right. You’ll never be able to stop loving him if you’re around him all the time. If you want to get over him, you need to stay away from him.”

“I can’t do that.” You sniffled. “I can’t stay away from him. I love him. I can’t stay away.”

“You’re gonna die if you don’t.” Bruce said quietly. You heard knocking again and looked out the window at Peter. He had his hand pressed against the glass and was looking at you with concern in his eyes.

“How am I supposed to explain to him what’s happening?” You asked. “I can’t do that to him. I can’t break his heart.”

“Either you break his heart or you relinquish your own.” Bruce said as he put a hand on your shoulder. You put your hand over his and gave him a sad smile.

“Thanks, Dr. Banner. I should go.” You said and got off the table. You felt the butterflies in your stomach as you approached the door, knowing you’d have to face Peter.

“I’ll leave you guys to it.” Kate gave you a soft smile before walking away.

“What’s wrong? What did he say?” Peter asked you.

“He said I have a rare disease. I contracted it on the mission.” You told him.

“What disease? Are you okay? Are you in pain?” Peter signed. You could see the sheer panic on his face and felt the butterflies come flooding back. Before you could stop it, you were throwing up flowers on the floor of the hallway. Peter backed away in surprise before rubbing your back to comfort you.

“Did that just come out of you?” He asked you as he eyes stayed on the petals on the ground. You nodded and wiped your mouth again out of habit.

“How?” He signed.

“There’s a flower in my lungs.” You signed back.

“A flower? How did that get there?”

“It’s the disease. It grew in my chest.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” Peter asked. You looked at Peter for a minute and felt your eyes fill with tears.

“Yes actually. You have to stay away from me.” You signed and watched his face fall.

“Why? Is it contagious?”

“Yeah. It’s contagious.” You lied.

“Can’t I just wear a mask around you?”

“No, Peter. You need to stay away from me.” You signed again and he somehow looked even sadder.

“When will you be better?” He asked.

“I don’t know. It might not be for a long time.” You sighed as tears fell down your face. Peter pulled his sleeves over his hands so that he could wipe your tears. Once he was done, you coughed up more petals as he silently watched you.

“That’s okay.” He signed. “We can just text each other. And I could sit outside your door and stuff.”

“No, Peter. You have to stay away from me. You can’t talk to me or see me at all.” You signed to him and watched his face crumble.

“Why?”

“I don’t know how to explain it to you.” You signed as more tears fell down your face.

“Can you at least try?” Peter asked. You were about to sign something back when you felt the feeling return. You coughed up some more petals before turning to face Peter.

“I can’t. I’m sorry. Just stay away from me. Please. Just until I get better.” You signed to him and walked away. He caught your wrist and pulled you back towards him.

“I’ll miss you.” He signed. You smiled sadly and nodded your head.

“I’ll miss you too.”

“I love you.” Peter signed and you felt like your couldn’t breathe. You turned away from him and ran down the hallway, coughing up petals with each step.

You spent the next week isolated in your room. The girls would bring you food when you needed it and stay to hang out with you, which only confused Peter further. He would hang around on your floor and wait to see you the rare times you would leave your room. What he didn’t understand was why the girls could see you as they pleased but he was strictly forbidden from going anywhere near you. When he saw Tony coming out of your room one day, he decided to interrogate him.

“Did you just see Y/n?” Peter signed.

“What? Oh. Yeah. Yes.” Tony said and signed the word “yes” to Peter.

“How is she?” Peter asked. Tony tried to follow along but only recognized “how”.

“Uh…” Tony frowned and gave Peter a sympathetic look.

“Y/n. Is she okay?” Peter signed again, slower this time.

“Oh. Yes. She’d fine.” Tony said and signed “yes” again.

“Is there anything else you can tell me?” Peter signed and hoped his face would show the frustration he was feeling. Tony had no idea what he had said so he just gave Peter a weak smile and signed “yes” again.

The next day, Peter waiting on your floor until he saw Bruce leaving your room. Bruce had been going to see you every day to monitor your symptoms and was disappointed everyday to see that you were not getting better. Knowing that Peter was outside your door waiting for you was only making you sicker, but Peter didn’t know that. He waited for Bruce in the hallway and stepped in front of him.

“Is she okay?” Peter signed to him.

“She’s okay. You shouldn’t be over here.” Bruce signed back to the best of his abilities.

“When can I see her? Is she getting better?” Peter sighed. Bruce squinted as he tried to follow along, making Peter sigh in frustration.

“No. Not yet.” Bruce signed back, making Peter angrier.

“Well has she improved at all?” Peter asked. Bruce gave him a confused look and Peter groaned.

“I just want to see her. She won’t answer my texts.” Peter signed and Bruce understood with context clues.

“You can’t text her, Peter. You need it give her some space.”

“What kind of disease is so contagious that I can’t even text her?” Peter asked.

“It’s a rare disease. It works in weird ways.” Bruce signed back, making Peters frustration grow.

“Is that seriously all you can tell me? My best friend has been in quarantine for over a week and no one will tell me what’s going on. Does she even know I’m out here? And why do you get to see her if I don’t?”

“Slow down. I don’t understand when you go that fast.” Bruce signed as he struggled to follow along. Peter gripping his hair in frustration and looked up at the ceiling.

“I know you don’t. No one does. No one understands me but her. You took away the one person who I can have a conversation with and locked her in a room without telling me why. I miss her terribly. Why can’t I see her?”

“Because she’s contagious.” Bruce signed, only answering the question he understood.

“Then why do you get to see her? And how come all the girls get to see her? Why is every allowed in there but me?”

“Because you’re the reason she has the disease.” Bruce shouted before he could stop himself. Peter was able to read his lips and tilted his head in confusion.

“I’m the reason?”

“Now you understand me?” Bruce laughed sadly and shook his head.

“What do you mean that I’m the reason?” Peter asked.

“I can’t tell you. She asked me not to.” Bruce signed back. “It’s better if you don’t know. There’s nothing you can do about it anyway.”

“Please. I’m losing my mind here. She’s my best friend and she’s sick. I need to know what’s wrong.” Peter pleaded. Bruce looked at him for a minute before sighing.

“All right, fine. She has HanaHaki diesease.” Bruce signed, fingerspelling the name out for Peter.

“What? I’ve never heard of that.”

“She asked me not to tell you, so I won’t. But if you really need to know, you can look it up.”

“I understand. Thank you.” Peter signed. He went back to his room and pulled out his laptop. Peter typed out the word Bruce had spelled for him and clicked on the first article that came up. He remembered Bruce saying that he was the reason you were suffering and felt sick to his stomach. Peter shut his laptop and felt a weird feeling in his chest. He left his room and kept walking until he was out of the tower. Peter soon found himself on a park bench with a million thoughts running through his head. The city was busy with pedestrians walking by and on coming traffic, but to Peter, it was completely silent. He sat and thought about you and your friendship until an old woman came and sat beside him. Peter gave her an awkward smile and hoped she wouldn’t talk to him, but she did just that. Peter signed that he was deaf and the woman smiled warmly.

“I’m sorry to bother you. You looked like you were deep in thought. But this bench is my park buddy. I sit with her everyday.” The woman signed. Peter looked at her in confusion until he noticed the gold “in memory of” plaque on the bench.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Peter signed back, and the woman gave him an appreciative smile.”

“She and I would go for walks around this park and then sit on this bench and chat. We had done it since we were kids. We were girls together. She was my best friend.”

“I have a best friend too. She’s sick right now. I can’t be with her.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” The old woman signed back.

“I just found out that she loves me. But I don’t know if I love her back. I’ve only ever thought of her as my best friend.” Peter signed and looked at the old women for advice. She smiled brightly and patted Peters knee.

“Isn’t that lovely? She loves you. You’re loved. That’s all anybody could ever want. So why do you look so sad?”

“I just want her to be happy. I want her to be okay again. But I don’t know if I can love her the way she loves me.”

“You said you can’t be with her right now because she’s sick, right? How would you feel if you could never be with her again?”

“I can’t even think about that. Just the thought makes me feel like there’s something in my chest taking up all my space to breathe. It physically hurts me to not be able to see her. I just want to be with her again.” Peter signed back and gave the woman a sad smile. The woman smiled back and patted Peters knee again.

“I think you love her more than you know.” She signed. “Go see her. You’ll know what to do.”

Peter nodded and got off the bench with a sense of urgency.

“Thank you.” He signed to the old woman. He reached up and pulled two flowers off the tree that was hanging over the bench and handed them to the woman.

“For you and your friend.” He signed to her. She gave Peter a grateful smiled and thanked him.

Peter grabbed one last flower and ran back to the tower. He sent you a text that he would be coming in and waited until it said you had read it to go in. When he pushed your bedroom door open, he saw cherry blossoms in piles all over your room. There were petals everywhere and whole flowers in other places, barely leaving any room to walk. Peter looked around in shock as you drew your knees to your chest.

“I brought you a flower but it seems like you have enough.” Peter signed, trying to break the ice.

“You have to get out. I’m contagious.” You signed back to him.

“I don’t care.” Peter signed as he sat down on your bed. You looked him up and down before coughing up some petals. Peter looked at you with eyes full of concern until you were done.

“I know about your disease.” Peter signed to you, and you gave him a confused look.

“I know about the cause.” Peter signed without meeting your eyes. He could see panic in your eyes when he finally looked at you and you angrily looked at the door.

“Bruce told you?” You asked, and Peter nodded. You angrily rolled your eyes and Peter saw you mouth and expletive.

“I had to drag it out of him. Which I should not have had to do. Why didn’t you tell me?” Peter asked you. You gave Peter a sympathetic look and sighed.

“Because it’s embarrassing. And there was nothing you could’ve done to help me. We can’t help what we don’t feel.” You signed before giving him a weak shrug.

“Who says I don’t feel anything for you?” Peter signed back.

“I know you love me, Peter. But I love you in a very different way.”

“What kind of way?”

“The kind of way that is killing me.” You signed and gave him a sad smile. Peter watched as you coughed up some more petals onto your bed. You wiped your mouth on the back of your hand and gave Peter an embarrassed smile. Peter reached over and tilted your chin up so that you would look at him.

“I read that there was a cure.” He signed.

“There is. But I decided against the surgery. It’s too risky.”

“That’s not the cure I was talking about.” Peter signed and gave you a soft smile. You looked at him in confusion as he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck. You felt the urge to cough up more petals just as Peter pulled you into a kiss. Your eyes flew open before slowly fluttering shut. You could feel the flower in your chest grow and grow until you couldn’t breathe. You pulled away from Peter and coughed up an explosion of flowers, more than you ever had before. Peter backed up a little and watched as the pink petals floated down and landed on your bed. When you finished, the feeling was gone from your chest. You looked up at Peter, who had petals in his hair and on his shoulders. You stared at each other in stunned silence for a minute before cracking a smile.

“Do you need a tissue or some fertilizer or something?” Peter signed, making you laugh even more.

“Can we pretend you didn’t just watch me regurgitate fully grown flowers like the bird from Up?” You signed back with an embarrassed smile.

“First of all, her name is Kevin. And don’t worry about it. I’ve seen worse. Remember your 2013 phase where you wore fedoras and feather earrings with every outfit?”

“Don’t remind me.” You rolled your eyes as you signed back to him.

“Remember your mustache phase? And your fake glasses phase? And those fake glasses you had with a mustache attached on a chain?” Peter went on with a cheeky smile.

“Why did you come in here just to attack me for my past fashion mistakes?” You asked him.

“I’m just trying to distract myself from that fact that we’re basically sitting in your vomit.” Peter signed before gesturing to the flowers in the room.

“It’s nice vomit though. They’re cherry blossoms.”

“Yeah. Cherry blossoms that came from inside your body.” He reminded you.

“And who’s fault is that? Yours. I would’ve have contracted Hannah Montana disease if you loved me back.” You signed with a playful roll of your eyes.

“It’s HanaHaki disease. And I’ve always loved you. I just didn’t realize it yet.” Peter signed back.

“You love me?” You asked with a soft smile.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it, loser.” Peter signed back, making you laugh.

“I love you too.” You told him and watched his face light up.

“Obviously. You wouldn’t be throwing up flowers if you just liked me as a friend.” Peter signed before gesturing to the flowers again.

“Actually, I’m beginning to rethink things. I don’t like you anymore. You’re kinda mean.”

“It’s too late. We’re in love now and they’re nothing you can do about it.” Peter signed.

“That’s okay with me.” You signed back. Peter smiled and pulled you by the hand into another kiss. He put his hands on your face as he kissed you, the very hands that you had watched a million times tell you a million different things. When you pulled away, Peter scrunched up his nose as if he tasted something bad.

“What?” You asked him.

“You taste like flowers. And as pretty as they smell, let’s just say there’s a reason people don’t eat flowers.” He signed to you, making you laugh again. You grabbed his face and kissed both of his cheeks from how happy you felt.

“How about I go brush my teeth and we try that again?“ You signed to him.

“Sounds good to me. But minus the sound.” Peter signed back before pointing to his ears. You threw your head back as you laughed and Peter sighed a little, wishing he could hear the sound.

“You know. Because I’m deaf.” He signed just to make you laugh again.

“Oh really? I never noticed that. I thought you were just Italian or something and talked with your hands.”

“Wow. My girlfriend is so funny. And please note that that was sarcastic because it’s hard to convey sarcasm with your hands.” Peter signed to you.

“Not really. You had a very sarcastic expression on.” You signed back with a chuckle. You kissed his cheek again and got off the bed to walk towards the bathroom. You stopped in the doorway and gave Peter a look.

“What?” He wondered.

“You called my your girlfriend.” You signed with a coy smile.

“Yeah. Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay. I just didn’t recognize the sign at first. I’ve never seen you use it before.” You told him.

“I’ll be using it a lot more now.” Peter signed as he smiled fondly at you.

“Can you do it again for me?”

“Girlfriend.” He signed before pointing at you and winking.

“It’s cute. I like it.” You signed.

“You’re cute. I like you.”

“I like you too.” You signed back with a happy smile. Peter gave you a knowing look as he picked up some flowers and dropped them on the bed.

“Again,” he signed with a smile, “obviously.”

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Draco x non-house-specific she/her!reader

Buckbeak

The expressions on the faces of your classmates were all ones of confusion and curiosity as you all made your way to Hagrid's hut, meanwhile you couldnt hide your glee.

"What's got you so cheerful this morning?" Your best friend, Susan Bones, nudges you playfully "Did Draco smile in your general direction again?"

Immediately, your cheeks flush pink, and you jab her in the side with your elbow. “No! Merlin's sake Susan, not so loud!"

Susan couldnt stop herself from laughing as she rubbed her side. "Alright, alright, Im sorry, but your crush on him is absolutely adorable."

You roll your eyes and look down at the grass to hide your face. "Whatever."

Susan sighs. "Go on then, what's got you smiling today?"

Your smile returns to your face as you reply to her. “You'll see."

The second Hagrid begins leading your class towards the forrest, you feel yourself almost visibly shaking with excitement. When the class stills, everyone begins to talk amongst themselves, and, as per usual, Harry and Draco have an intense, but mildly humorous, interaction. For the first time, though, you find yourself entirely undistracted by Draco, because your eyes are fixed on Hagrid, and when he turns to face the rest of the class again, you find yourself unsurprisingly grinning.

"Duh, duhduhDUH!" Hagrid cheers to gain everyone's attention, and the class falls into silence. "Isnt he beautiful? Say hello to Buckbeak! A family who raises these wonderful creatures has kindly let us borrow Buckbeak for a while, so that I can teach ya about ‘im. Since she's far more familiar with these creatures, (Y/N), why dont you tell us about 'em?"

And, in an instant, every pair of eyes belonging to the classmates who usually ignored your existence, are fixed on you. Susan's jaw is hanging open as she realises why you havent stopped smiling. Despite your usual shyness and lack of confidence when speaking in front of others, you casually step forward, beaming as Buckbeak faces you and tilts his head to the side in recognition. You turn to the rest of your classmates.

"Buckbeak is a Hippogriff, and, as Hagrid said, my family raise these creatures. We run a sanctuary, in which we locate lost or abandoned baby Hippogriffs, raise them around their own kind, and then release them back into the wild when they're ready. Buckbeak, however, is the only Hippogriff we've ever had who has chosen to stay with us rather than fly out into the wild. Hippogriffs are very proud creatures, incredibly easy to offend, and for that reason, many deem them to be unapproachable. But, with the right amount of respect, it's relatively easy to gain a Hippogriffs trust, and they're very affectionate creatures." Still smiling, you spin on your heel and calmly stroll over to Buckbeak, who greets you by nuzzling into your hair, causing you to laugh, before continuing to talk. "Now, because Buckbeak is familiar with me, I no longer need to take the steps in order to gain his trust. Today, though, some of you will be trying to do just that."

Your classmates stare back at you in horror, but Hagrid is smiling at you proudly. When you initially approached him to discuss your family, Hagrid was overjoyed, and almost begged you to find a way of him meeting a Hippogriff. Together, the two of you persuaded Dumbledore to bring Buckbeak onto the grounds.

"Who'd like to come say hello?" Hagrid asks, causing everyone except Harry to take a step back, making it appear that Harry had in fact volunteered himself, causing you to chuckle.

"Harry! Well done!" Hagrid beams, then turns to you.

"As I said before, Hippogriffs are very proud creatures, and trust me when I say you do not want to insult one. The first thing to do, Harry, is to bow in front of him, and if he bows back, you can approach him." You instruct, gently stroking some of the feather's on Buckbeak's shoulder.

Nodding at Hagrid, you let him carry on with the lesson, feeling a little guilty at how much you have said. Then again, you've been surrounded by these creatures your entire life, so you've grown up to be an expert on their characters. You watch on as Harry successfully approaches Buckbeak, and laugh to yourself when Hagrid lifts Harry onto Buckbeak's back. With a tap on his rear, Buckbeak is sent sprinting off, before pushing upwards and gliding through the air effortlessly, with Harry clinging to him for dear life. A warm feeling spreads through you as you remember the first time you flew with Buckbeak.

Just a few minutes later, Harry and Buckbeak return to the forrest, and Hagrid is quick to lift him off of the Hippogriff's back.

"How am I doin' on my first day?" Hagrid quietly asks the two of you, his back facing the rest of the class.

"Brilliant!" You and Harry reply in unison, causing you to laugh at each other.

"Oh, please." You hear Draco muttering as he gets to his feet, and you look around Hagrid to see what trouble he's getting himself into.

To your horror, you see Draco sauntering towards Buckbeak, without making any effort to show him respect.

"Yes, you're not dangerous at all are you? You great ugly brute." Draco declares, and you gasp.

"Malfoy, no! NO!" Hagrid tries to stop him, but it's too late.

Buckbeak stands on his hind legs, flapping his wings viciously as he kicks Draco's elbow with one of his front hooves, sending Draco to the floor, crying out dramatically and gripping his arm. You jump in between them, holding your arms up and locking eyes with Buckbeak, and shushing him until he calms down again.

"It's killed me, it's killed me!" Draco whimpers.

Hagrid begins to panic. "C-Calm down, it's just a scratch!"

Hermione speaks up. “Hagrid! He has to be taken to the hospital!"

Hagrid nods to himself and bends down to pick up Draco, though you're sure he can stand on his own. "Im the teacher, I'll do it."

"You're gonna regret this-" Draco begins, and Hagrid looks over his shoulder to dismiss the class. "-You and your bloody chicken!"

Sighing to yourself, you bite the inside of your cheek anxiously. Buckbeak nuzzles into your hair again, sensing your discomfort, and you reach up to stroke the feathers on the side of his face, but this time it does little to reassure you.

The sound of your shoes hitting the floor is the only thing you can focus on as you pace the corridor outside the hospital, battling with yourself internally. If Draco's father finds out about this incident, it could not only ruin your family's business, but it could...you shake your head, dismissing the mere thought of what could happen to Buckbeak. You've had a crush on Draco since your first year at Hogwarts, and you've managed to avoid talking to him at almost every opportunity, out of fear of literally dying of embarrassment. However, in this situation, you have no choice but to confront him. Wringing your hands nervously, you continue to pace the hallway. Pansy and Blaise leave the hospital, finally ending their visit to Draco, and you take a deep breath before walking in. Your eyes dart around your surroundings, glancing at every bed until you find Draco, staring up at the ceiling with his eyes closed. Oh Merlin, he's gone to sleep! Gasping, you turn to walk away, keeping your head down as embarrassment swallows you.

"What are you doing here?" Draco questions suddenly, causing your entire body to jolt in surprise as you stop walking.

Turning to face him, you keep your head down, your cheeks now an even darker shade of red, just because he's talking to you.

"I-I, uh, I wanted to make sure you're alright. Buckbeak being here, it's because of me, which means that this...what happened to you, i-it's my fault. I truly am sorry about your arm, Draco." You trip over your words, your hands clasping the sleeves of your robes.

Draco sighs. “Dont apologise, it isnt your fault, (Y/N)."

You frown, lifting your head slightly. "Y-You know my name? And what do you mean, Buckbeak is my responsibility!"

He shakes his head. "Of course I know your name, and no, you cant be responsible for a wild creature, it's in its nature to attack."

Suddenly, your head snaps up, your cheeks returning to their normal colour. "No! It isnt in Buckbeak's nature, or any Hippogriff’s for that matter! Draco, please, you have to believe me, I've lived with them since I was born, Buckbeak only attacked you because you offended him! Had you even approached him in a relatively calm manner, without bowing, he would only have backed away from you, Buckbeak is the friendliest Hippogriff my family has ever encountered! And if you hadnt been so caught up in your own ego, or your testosterone fuelled battle with Harry Potter, none of this would have happened!"

Draco smirks. "Wow."

Your anger evaporates. "What?"

He laughs casually. "That's the first time you've ever said more than a few words to me, and it's because I've been attacked by your demon chicken."

Your blood begins to boil again. “It wasnt an atta-"

Draco waves you off, interrupting you. "I know, I know, but you're still only talking to me because you're worried that my father is going to hear about this."

You stare at him. “Well, that is your answer to most obstacles you encounter."

Draco bursts out laughing. "You are far more fiery than I thought you were! Your words hurt more than my arm!"

You laugh with him and look down at the floor, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Sorry about that, I dont mean to be rude, it's just...Buckbeak."

Draco sighs in defeat. "Look, if that bloody bird means so much to you, I'll tell my father that my injury was caused by Potter or something, I'd rather blame him anyway, gives me more of a chance of winning our...what did you call it? Testosterone fuelled war!"

You beam at him. "Really!?! You wont get Buckbeak in trouble!?!"

Draco smiles back at you. "I was never planning to, considering how much you care for him, but had it been anyone else, particularly Potter, I wouldnt have hesitated."

You frown. "The fact you wouldnt have hesitated to put Buckbeak in danger if he was someone else's responsibility isnt very nice. Buckbeak is a creature of his own, he isnt a pawn for you to use for your personal gain. Why did my care for him change your mind?"

Surprisingly, your arguments against Draco's points dont seem to aggravate him at all. “I've always had somewhat of a soft spot for you, I see the way you blush when I smile at you, it's very cute."

Your eyes widen, and your whole face flushes stoplight red in embarrassment. "Oh."

Draco laughs again, and you find yourself thoroughly confused at this easily amused, laid back side of him. "Dont look so mortified, you must have noticed the way I look at you! Whatever feelings you have for me, I can assure you, they are well reciprocated." He smiles. "Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?"

With this newfound information, an unexpected and previously unexperienced confidence swells within you, and you smirk mischievously at Draco.

"I think I have a better idea for our first date, but we're going to have to wait until your arm is healed."

From that moment on, you and Draco are almost constantly exchanging flirtatious glances, and regularly sending each other owl-delivered letters, in which you get to know each other better without actually speaking very much face to face - an ideal scenario for two people who are awaiting their first date. Draco frequently questions you about it in his letters, and you refuse to give anything away, until the day arrives when his arm is fully healed.

Draco grips your hand as tightly as he can without hurting you, as you lead him further into the forest, a blindfold shielding his eyes from the scene around him.

"Where in Merlin's beard are you taking me?" Draco asks, amusement and nervousness mixed into his voice.

"You'll see!" You giggle excitedly, bringing a smile to Draco's face, despite his nerves.

When you reach your destination, you let go of Draco's hand, and take a few steps away from him.

"Okay, you can take the blindfold off now." You tell him softly, watching him with a grin plastered on your face as he reaches up behind his head and unties his blindfold.

Draco takes the thin piece of fabric away from his face, and blinks rapidly as his eyes adjust to the light. The moment he sees what you have in store for him, though, you can tell that he wishes he still had the blindfold on. Because you're standing just a few feet away from him, casually leaning against the Hippogriff that injured Draco, with your arms crossed and a sly smirk decorating your features. And when Draco sees the saddle that you've placed on Buckbeak's back, all colour visibly drains from his face.

"If you think Im getting on the back of that bloody chicken, you have never been more wrong about anything in your life."

But, as his soft spot for you later proves, you were very right in thinking that Draco would be getting on the back of your giant horse bird.

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hecatemoon87 · 1 year

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ABCs of Smut with Tom Hardy Characters

It starts off smutty - no minors allowed.

Part II

Angry sex with Alfie

"Now, what did I tell you about being a needy brat, eh? You come in my office, straddle my knee and grind that perfect cunt on me thigh? I'm in a fucking bad mood, luv. And I'm going to take it out on your poor cunny."

Bondage sex with Bane

You wiggle with anticipation as Bane wraps a black silk cord around your wrists. His muscles bulge as he settles in front of you. "So it's the darkness in me you wish to see, hmmm? Well, I'm going to give you a taste of it. Now open your mouth like a good girl. Let's see how much darkness you can swallow."

Erradic sex with Eddie

"I'm sorry, I just gotta have you again." He whines gruffly against your ear. He is behind you, his strong arms holding you against his chest, his pant covered erection grinding over your bottom. You two are rival journalists. You should be competing, not fucking. But, god, you want and need him too, don't you? So go ahead, relax and let Eddie’s thick cock glide up your cunt as he sets you on top of your desk. You were after all, supposed to have a meeting.

Fertility sex with Forrest

Forrest doesn't like to fool around. He wants to settle down and have a family. He's traditional, no sex before marriage. But as soon as you become his wife, he's your sugar bear between your legs. "You're beautiful, baby girl. Mind if I fill your sweetness up? I'll be gentle. You'll be such a good mama."

Freaky sex with Freddie

"Bloody hell, baby. I knew you'd look sexy as fuck wearing that." Freddie gazes upon you with lust as you walk into the bedroom dressed in a French maid outfit. He likes to fuck you in every position he can think of, and that outfit just adds to his kink. He's all about domination with a touch of humiliation. But that's just fine, because you enjoy everything he has to offer. "Why don't you spread those gorgeous legs for daddy, you little slut."

Hedonistic sex with Heathcliff

This man has utter disregard for society. He likes to push boundaries and the limits of other people. It means he does the same in the bedroom. He likes to indulge in kinky sex on occasion, but mostly, he enjoys teasing your clit and nipples until you're a trembling mess. Your cunt will be aching and your honey will be coating your thighs. You will beg him for cock, and you'll have it...when he's good and ready. "That's right, darling. Beg you little slut. You've reached your limit, haven't you? Good, let's push you some more."

Intimate sex with Ian Eames

No doubt this man can deliver some delectable intense sex. But he's a bit of a stickler for the intimate side. He likes thrusting at a slow pace as he gazes down into your needy eyes. You think he does this to tease you. As you badly desire him to rail you. But the slow burn, the build-up of his lovemaking has always delivered some explosive orgasms. So just lay back and enjoy his cock between your legs and his tongue inside your hungry mouth.

Jesuitical sex with James

James doesn't often speak. He is a thinker, a man of action. When he does something, it needs to have a purpose. You have a purpose, a use for him. You weren't exactly certain what that was until he has you naked in his bed, covering your quivering body with hot, wet kisses. "You are part of my soul," he whispers as he enters your tight little core.

Lazy weekend sex with Leo

Leo works hard during the week. When the weekend comes, he wants nothing more than to stay in bed with you. His agenda is to spend time with you, especially between your legs. "Please, malyshka, say it again." He moans as his cock is planted firmly in your cunt. You tell him what he wants to hear, "I love you, my lion."

Tantric sex with Tommy

Tommy is a bit naive when it comes to experimenting with sex. He knows how to do it the good old-fashioned way, but when you tell him about tantric sex he wrinkles his nose. "That some sort of new age stuff?" You laugh, then proceed to show him how it's done. Through sensual kissing, touching, stroking, and petting, you are successful in getting Tommy hard as a rock. "When can I be inside you?" he almost whimpers. "You don't," you whisper against his ear and kiss his temple sweetly. "What?" He is very frustrated. "It's all about our aura and sensual contact, baby boy." He stares at you in disbelief, causing you to laugh again. "Just kidding!" "Oh, I'm so gonna give your bratty pussy a good pounding." He says.

#tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fan fic #facepuller #tom hardy smut #eddie brock #james delaney #alfie solomons #freddie jackson #tommy conlon #Heathcliff #leo demidov #bane #forrest bondurant #ian eames

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yourstrulybluelover · 8 months

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Title: Reunion Part 2

Pairings: Lo’ak (21) x Navi Reader (21) x Neteyam (22)

Warnings: MDNI

Contains: sexual tension, forced, dom Lo’ak, sub-reader, masturbation, fingering, language.

Background: The Sullys have been away for years. They have just returned to the Forrest, not only bringing with them joy and hope but also uprooting masked feelings.

Word count: 1975

At breakfast, you walk with the Sullys as you and Kiri catch up on the events and escapades of the reef. Your heart drops a little when Kiri mentions Lo’ak’s love interest Tsireya but it was expected. The Sullys were a bunch of good-looking Na’vis. You leave the Sullys at their eating spot once you reach the gathering and make your way towards, you’re your familiar friend group.

“Hey Yenguu!” you walked over to your patrol partner and greeted him and his family. They’ve been so nice to you in the absence of yours, constantly inviting you to dinner and gatherings.

“Y/n, come sit with us.” Yenguu beckoned, his muscular tattooed arms flailing.

You giggled as he got up and gave you his spot, his hand drifting form your shoulders to your lower back and back to pat the top of your head. He’s always been so chivalrous and gentle towards you. You always took it as him treating you like his little sister Yeneya, until he started presenting you with gifts. To which you politely declined as you had no intentions of running the closest thing you had to a family in the last two years.

You turned around after being seated to catch a glimpse of the Sully family to find Lo’ak staring at you intensely. Your face grew hot at the thought of what occurred earlier this morning before Neteyam came bursting in. The thought of Neteyam made you look in his direction when your eyes met with his. His stares as cold as ever and follows the movement of your friend Yenguu.

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You started your duties with Yenguu first off with patrols. The next activity was to train the younger Na’vi kids. However, during your patrolling activity, you spotted the Sully brothers flying nearby. It was strange especially since it's been a month since their return and only now, they’ve decided to fly, especially around the paths you and Yenguu were on. You couldn’t help but think they were following you.

After your daily duties, you decided it would be nice to sneak off and take get some alone time. The sun has been really hot these past couple of days, but today it took a toll on you. Draining you of all your energy. You slipped off deeper into the forest to a discrete lake which was filled with water cascading from step-like rapids. Surrounding you were the essence of green and blue foliage with purple-like bioluminescence lianas. You sighed in contentment as your feet touch the water. You unraveled your loincloth and beaded top. The memories with Lo’ak flooding back to you. You smiled to yourself as you tossed your cover pieces to the side and slowly walked into the cooling water.

You backstroked to the further end of the lake nearing the rapids and rested upon a rock that was not fully submerged. You closed your eyes as you began to wash your body with your hands, but a certain blue na’vi pops back into your mind the second your hand brushes across your bare breasts. Lo’ak was so close to seeing you fully naked. He was so close to kissing you, you remembered his breath on the back of your neck and the sight of his muscular body. All you could think of is his body towering you as he spreads your legs to devour your cunt. As you lean further back into the rock behind you, bending one leg up , you knee touching your breast and the other leg dangling into the water, your hand trails down to the heat between your legs while the other plays with your nipples. You moan in frustration as you begin to feel frustrated, you fingers can only do so much, but you can’t help but yearn for Lo’ak to meet your needs that no self-touch can appease.

A twig snaps. Your eyes dart open and you slowly drift off the rock and back into the lake to fully submerge yourself in efforts to remain hidden. You look around, your eyes scanning for any movement, as you float towards the area where you tossed your clothes. You reach to the edge. Your cover pieces are nowhere to be found, it was exactly there, you marked the tree. You growl in frustration as it can only mean that someone else was here and they were pranking you.

“Who the fuck is there?!”

No answer. You reach the shallows, you bend to still keep yourself hidden while reaching for a rock.

“Answer me!” you bellowed angrily. The shrubs nearby rustled and you send the rock hurdling towards the shrubs.

“DAM!” exclaims Lo’ak, his head popping out of the shrubs, his lip bleeding. “You hit me right on the mouth.”

You couldn't help but giggle. He fully stepped out of the vegetation, walking towards you, his handling holding your clothing, the other wiping off the blood from his mouth.

You instinctively retreated a little further into the water so he won’t be able to see your naked body. You quickly wondered if he caught a glimpse of you playing with yourself.

“How long you’ve been here?” you asked sternly.

“Long enough” he smirked tossing your clothing aside. He tugged at his loincloth strings while holding your gaze. “Can I join you?”

“Uh-no”you stammered.

“You sure? Looks like you needed some help moments ago”

Your eyes widened. He did see.

“How did you even find me here?” you asked while swimming further back.

“Y/n, why have you been avoiding me?” he out right ignores your question.

“I haven’t been- I told you I’ve been busy.”

“Righht,”he says sarcastically. His loincloth dropped to his ankles, his v-line exposed as well as a thick purple throbbing member.

You gasp. Take a breath and dive under. You hear a splash, and continue to swim in the opposite direction. You surface for air, your eyes scan the surface but Lo’ak is nowhere to be found. You continue to swim, until you feel something grab your leg. You scream so loudly the nearby birdlike creatures swoop off into the distance. One hand reaches over to cover your mouth in an attempt to silence your screams. The other grabs your waist and pulls your back towards his chest.

“That’s not the kind of screaming I want to hear from you.” Loak whispers in your ear, while dragging you to rapids. He sets you back on the rock to where you were touching yourself. His eyes now overwhelmed at the site of you and you can see his member getting thicker. His hand holding his cock as you squirm from nervousness, your hands trying to cover your exposed body.

“Oh come on mama.” He reaches out to you, his hand prying your hands away.

Your face reddens.

“Let me see that gorgeous body y/n, don’t hide it from me” he says almost hungrily.

“Lo-ak I- can’t do this.” You say as you jump back into the water to try and swim away.

He grabs you by the hair, before you can get further. He pins you to bank of the lake, your back forced onto the rocks, his right knee fitting in between your legs parting them, while his other hand reaches to cup your breast.

“I know you want me y/n, I came this morning to check on you, but after seeing how weak I made you today, I know you still want me.” He breathes into your ear.

Your breath hitches as he takes your nipple and rolls them between his thumb and index finger.

Your eyes roll back. You can’t find the right words. Your head is spinning from just his touch. And he is enjoying the view. Lo’ak drags his knee up to meet the heat between your legs and you willingly part them.

“There we go.” He chuckles. His lips move from your ear to your neck, your look to the sky as he leaves rough kisses on your neck. His hand loosens the hold he has on your hair and makes it way to your other exposed nipple. Lo’ak then pulls your face towards his, as he hovers over your lips and takes in the sight you stay still. Waiting for him to close the gap, your eyes close. Soon after his lips come crashing onto yours and you feel fireworks explode. His knee pressing on your bud, you kiss him back simultaneously grinding on his knee. Your hands make its way to wrap around his neck, his hands moving down the curves of your body, to grip your ass. You wrap your legs around his waist, while your tongues crash hungrily. You can feel his thick member pressing on you.Before you know it, you moved back to the shallows. Your heart is racing. Still in the lake Lo’ak braces you to the softer side of the bank, the leaves cushion your back, he lifts your legs and places them over his shoulder. Lo’ak takes his thumb and rubs your throbbing bud. You moan at his touch.

“That’s it baby girl”

He takes his two fingers and plunges it into your core. Your back arches, he begins to thrust his fingers in and out. His mouth reached for your breast. He flicks your nipple between his teeth and tongue.

“Lo’ak.” You gasped. Sounds of water sloshing against your skins.

“Yes baby girl, that’s it, I can feel you tightening around my fingers.”

His thrusts are fastened, he removes his mouth from your breast. His eyes now taking in the horny mess that you are. In his absence, your hand finds it’s way to your bud as his thrusts with his fingers, another to your nipple and you squeeze your breast. Your eyes are heavy, your breathing rapid. You slam yourself onto his fingers, slowly rotating your hips and slamming down on it again.

“Fuck y/n, it looks like you’ve been starved. He continues to thrust while his other hand is sloppily pumping his cock.

“Make me cum Lo-ak” you let out breathlessly. “I want you in me” you begged.

His eyes widened before another grin plasters across his face.

“Oh I’m goanna enjoy this!”

Our lust-like trances immediately leave us when we heard the snapping of branches and thuds that got closer.

“Lo’ak!”

“Neteyam?” you cried out. His eyes falling on your naked body, you retreat from the shallows, to distance yourself from the older navi. He immediately shuts his eyes and turns around.

“Sorry y/n, I was looking for Lo’ak.” Your eyes quickly dart around. Lo’ak had dove under the lake as soon as he heard the footsteps approaching, leaving you dazed.

“UH.. I haven’t seen him Nete, I just came out here to take a bath.”

“All right y/n, you should hurry up though, eclipse is soon, would you like me to wait?”

“Uh.. sure, just let me get dressed.” You think that would be the quickest solution, just to get him away so Lo’ak can come back to the surface for air. You look down at see Lo’ak’s loincloth. Did he see it? You kicked it and his knife to the side, further into the vegetation. You wondered how Lo’ak is managing to hold his breath so long when the thought of Tsireya and the reef people flood back to your memories.

Your heart sank, you completely forgot about his love life that Kiri mentioned.

You walk towards Neteyam, feelings now in complete and utter discord. Neteyam guides you with his hand on the small of your back. You ask him about his time at the reef and his experiences to which he happily shares. As you both walk off into the distance you can feel the stares of the younger na’vi on your back.

#avatar smut #lo’ak smut #neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #lo'ak x reader #loak sully #lo'ak smut #neteyam sully #jake sully #avatar fanfiction #new post #hot as fuck

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whositmcwhatsit · 10 months

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A/N: Thank you as ever to my alpha reader and emotional support hostage @thatbanditqueen. It's been a week, Elvis tumblr, a goddamn mofo of a week. This is the daydream that got me through. This is the beginning of a new WIP.

Chapter One: Not Really A Fan

The wood panelled dressing room was packed with people. Sally recognised a few of the faces from movie and television screens and she tried not to look too intensely in case people realised that she wasn’t supposed to be there.

At least she knew that she wasn’t supposed to be there. Just like she wasn’t supposed to have been sitting in the main showroom a couple of hours earlier surrounded by screaming, whistling fans as they cheered for Elvis, calling out song titles and repeatedly telling him that they loved him.

A door opened to the inner dressing room and the chatter in the room went down to a muted hum as Elvis strode out clad in a black suit with no shirt underneath. He seemed like he towered over everyone, even though he was just regularly tall not statuesque. It was the aura around him that was massive, monstrous even. Sally remembered learning that the Sun pulled all the planets into its orbit because it was so big that its force of gravity was unchallenged. Elvis was a little like that, no one could turn away from him.

Sally watched him do the rounds and started a little as he glanced at her while he was chatting and laughing with Sammy Davis Jr. He sent her a sly look from the corner of his eye, his smirk making her shiver involuntarily. He moved on to a black man in a red suit that looked somewhat familiar to Sally. Possibly another musician, she guessed. Again, Elvis had the man laughing and slapping him on the shoulder like they were best friends. As he threw back his head, Elvis turned his face, just staring at her for a moment, before returning to his conversation.

It felt like forever and also still only a few minutes watching him chat to all his guests, giving a part of himself to everyone who asked. He had completed a wide arc all the way around her, before gradually narrowing the circuit.

Finally, he was standing in front of her, his shoulders down and hips tilted forward, almost like he was about to just topple on top of her. She clenched her jaw at the picture in her head. It felt like they looked at each other for too long, but she couldn’t help herself when she was gifted with such a beautiful face, all shadows and planes, soft lips and long eyelashes. And he was doing the same, staring so long that she started to wonder if she had something on her face.

“You didn’t want a kiss, honey?” Sally blinked and awkwardly looked down at the hand that she had held out to shake his. “All your lil friends came up for a kiss, but not you.”

“Well, we’ve never met,” she replied, immediately regretting it because out loud it sounded far less dry and funny and more like she was a religious grandma. He laughed a little, rubbing the side of his face as he took her in. He finally took her hand, but didn’t shake it, turning it and circling his thumb across the back. Her hand looked tiny and snow white against his long, tanned fingers and she felt like a china doll or an ice sculpture.

“Hello, I’m Elvis Presley, and you are?” he asked, an ironic tilt to his lips, the curves of his cheekbones sculpted against his cheeks.

“Sally Forrest,” she replied, her throat suddenly dry. It felt as though someone had turned off the air conditioning and sealed all the windows; she was hot and breathless staring into his eyes, wondering what it would feel like to have those plush, full lips against hers, or on her skin.

“Pleased to meet you, Sally,” he murmured, lifting her hand to his mouth. Her throat closed and she made a weird growl/grunt at the back of her throat as his hot breath touched her knuckles, too flustered to even register his lips. His heavy-lidded eyes were fixed on her the whole time like she was a game he was about to win.

As he opened his mouth to speak again, a shorter guy touched him on the shoulder and he glanced away. She took in a gasping lung full of air, involuntarily tugging her hand away.

Elvis, in the middle of a low, animated conversation with the man, looked back at her.

“No, man, tell her to stay where she is. I’ll be there- Hey, where you going, honey? We only just met!” Sally smiled apologetically, pausing to let him catch up to her. “You got somewhere better to be?”

“Well, you know there’s Dion and Paul Anka down the strip, and Tom Jones over at the Flamingo,” she replied, smiling to show she was teasing. She thought she had really messed up at first, because his face dropped and he almost glared, before he huffed a laugh just as abruptly, his eyes going back to twinkling.

“Naw, you don’t wanna see those fools, honey, they can’t… entertain you the way that I can. Hey Joe?” His head swivelled, Sally felt tired trying to keep up with everything that was happening. “Joe! Give my friend Sally here some tickets for the next show. She ain’t had a chance to get a kiss yet. And get her number too, man.” Elvis clapped another short but heavier man on the shoulder as he appeared at his side in a suit and tie. “Honey, I gotta go, time waits for no man, but I’m gonna be looking for you later tonight and I’m gonna give you that kiss, all right?” He whirled away in a flurry of motion and, slightly bewildered, Sally turned to the fast, easy smile of his friend.

“How many tickets do you need?” Joe asked, pulling a bundle out of his breast pocket.

“Oh, just the one.”

“Pretty young thing like you all by yourself?” he asked, flashing his canines.

“No, I’m here with my friend, but she’s… otherwise indisposed tonight.” That sounded much nicer than screwing a near stranger in a hotel room.

“Okay, well, just in case your friend disposes herself again.” He handed her a couple of tickets and fished out a little black book from his hip pocket along with a shiny silver pen. “And you’re Sally, right? What’s your number, Sally?”

“Here at the hotel?” She mentally kicked herself for asking such a stupid question.

“Well, that’s a start,” he nodded, smiling again. She wondered what his job description was and whether being the collector of phone numbers of girls Elvis flirted with provided good benefits or job satisfaction.

Sally left before the majority of the crowd packing out the dressing room, even as the men around Elvis were starting to let people know that he would be heading back up to his hotel room to relax before the next show. She thought about calling her friend Laura to see if she was finished with the boy she met by the pool the day before, but then reflected on the fact that missing out seemed like fitting karma for someone who had dropped her on the second day of their vacation when it had been their idea to come to Las Vegas in the first place. So, instead she wandered the casino floor for an hour, sampling the free drinks and losing more of her hard-earned wages in the slot machines.

As it drew closer to midnight, Sally second guessed going back to see Elvis’ show, wondering if she had already peaked by meeting him. She had had such a good time at the dinner show, where she had been adopted by a group of slightly older ladies, who told her that as soon as Elvis walked on stage it would be all over for her.

“You might not be a fan now, sweetie, but when you see him in action you won’t remember who you used to be before.”

They had shared their champagne and even encouraged her to jump in on their group photos, though it was every woman for herself when ‘Love Me Tender’ started and people flooded the tables at the foot of the stage like they were in a ship rapidly sinking.

Sally had watched in amazement as an older lady with steely grey curls in a beehive hoisted herself up on the table and charged the length of it like it was a runway, knocking drinks and lamps flying. Sally had only just managed to grab her glass in time, turning away to prevent herself getting a careless kitten heel to the face, but she was laughing the entire time. It was impossible not to, the atmosphere was so joyful and exciting.

If that had been the dinner show, she couldn’t imagine what she might see at the late show after the drinks had been flowing for a while and inhibitions had been lowered.

The lobby of the hotel was still heaving with couples dressed in their finest heading between the restaurants, the bars and showrooms. The air was thick with smoke, cologne and perfume and the hum of conversation and laughter was just as dense.

Sally surveyed her surroundings, trying not to feel overwhelmed or, worse, look overwhelmed. Las Vegas was not a safe place for a young woman to look vulnerable. It was the last thing Barb, who worked in the loans department, had said as they left early on Friday: “Keep your wits and your pepper spray about you!”

Barb had bought pepper spray for all the unmarried girls at the bank last Christmas, informing them that if they ever thought about using it then they already should have.

Moving to join the queue, Sally wondered if she should have put her pepper spray in her bag. It was still in her suitcase with the bikini she was too shy to wear around the deeply tanned babes by the pool. Rolling her eyes at herself, she caught sight of a girl talking to a man in a fancy shiny tuxedo. The girl looked almost frantic as she spoke, her face pained and her hands gesticulating madly. It was only as the line moved on that Sally caught some of the words. Apparently, the girl couldn’t find her ticket, but she had bought one, she wouldn’t lie about that. Did she look like someone who would just show up without a ticket and try to lie her way in?

The man in the shiny suit obviously worked for the hotel and he looked entirely unmoved by the woman’s plight. In a thick accent, Sally guessed Italian, he was explaining that they couldn’t just replace tickets, especially with no proof of purchase.

“But I bought them here!” the woman insisted. “Get the guy selling the tickets down here and he’ll recognise me for sure! Just ask him!”

Sally paused, arguing with herself for a moment, before she sighed and stepped out of the line.

“Hi,” she said, second guessing herself right up to the last moment. “I think you might have dropped your ticket? I just found it.” She held out the spare second ticket Joe had given her.

The girl’s eyes widened just for a second before she seized upon the moment (and the ticket).

“Yes, that’s it!” She brandished the ticket in Italian tuxedo guy’s face. “See? I told you!” Holding the ticket aloft, she shoved her way into the queue slowly filing towards the double doors, not even pausing to say thank you.

The man sighed and eyed Sally through the large square lenses of his glasses.

“I know you think you did a kind thing,” he informed her. “But she will not last the show. Security will pull her out after ten minutes.”

“I can only do the right thing,” she shrugged. “How people choose to respond is not my business.” His frown deepened momentarily and his eyes narrowed on her.

“Are you a big Elvis Presley fan, Miss?” he asked.

“Someone gave me these tickets,” she admitted, showing hers to him. “I was at the show earlier and got invited backstage by a man called Joe. I don’t know, he was really good- Elvis, that is, not Joe- but I’ve always been more of a Beatles fan, don’t tell anyone.” He gave her a strange grin, teeth dazzlingly white against his dark mahogany tan, as he examined her ticket.

“What is your name?”

“Sally.”

“Pleased to meet you, Sally. My name is Emilio, and this is my hotel. I am the maître de here at the International. If you have any problems, you ask to speak to me.” He held her hand a little too long and she felt a pang, thinking of her pepper spray. “So, let’s take this ticket, I know exactly where you need to sit.”

Tucking her hand into the crook of his arm, he led her through the double doors, ignoring the complaints of the people that had been at the front of the queue.

The perspective of the room made Sally feel a little disorientated as she let herself be led. She was almost glad of Emilio’s arm, because it felt like all the floors were angled, much like the rest of the room, towards the stage. He led her to the booths, red and white like little baskets in a row, and stopped at one right in the centre near the front.

“Here you go, Miss,” he said, beckoning over a waiter.

“Uh, thank you,” she murmured, wondering what she had done to deserve such special treatment. He told the waiter to bring a bottle of champagne and that the lady could have drinks service throughout the show, before giving her a wink and striding away. Again, she longed for the comforting weight of the pepper spray in her purse.

Not long after that, the house lights went down, plunging the showroom into darkness, before the drums took up their frenetic pounding. Sally could feel the beat reverberating in her nervous stomach as the music blared and people were already standing, clapping and whistling at the band.

Even as she was watching these people with a sort of detached interest, Sally was taken aback by the way her stomach swooped up when Elvis strode from the wings and the crowd went wild, the whistling, screaming and clapping nearly drowning out the music. There was no denying the man looked good. Different from the way she remembered him from the movie posters she had walked past in movie theatre lobbies, he was tall, trim and tanned in his white suit, the collar high enough to brush his jet-black hair and sideburns. She could feel her cheeks heating as she was thinking about how she had almost melted in his presence in his dressing room.

As he launched into ‘That’s All Right’, she found herself sinking into some kind of hypnosis, her eyes fixed on the stage and the way his narrow hips moved.

“Good evening, ladies and gentleman,” he said, constantly prowling the stage like a caged tiger. “My name’s Paul Anka.“ This got titters from the crowd, especially when he sang the first couple of lines of ‘Lonely Boy’.

Sally wondered if this was a secret message to her because of her joke earlier, but quickly dismissed herself as delusional. She had been one face of a hundred squeezed into that dressing room. She dismissed the thought and, for the next hour and fifteen minutes, had very few others.

Whether it was because she was on her own and had no distractions from the action taking place on the stage, or whether he had actually upped his game even further after the incredible dinner show, she could hardly take her eyes off the stage. She couldn’t understand how he still had so much energy to flex and kick and thrust his hips, over and over and over… She had to take a gulp of champagne as her mouth suddenly became very dry.

When the first notes of ‘Love Me Tender’ started up, Sally was overwhelmed by emotions to the point where her skin felt hot and tight just trying to contain them. It was impossible to parse them, she only knew that she had to stand up. Then, an invisible rope was tugging at her, and she almost tripped over her own feet as she tottered down towards the stage.

She had no idea how she made it through the press of bodies, ducking towering hairstyles and waving hands, but somehow she found herself at the foot of the stage, wedged in with the other girls who had pushed between the occupants of the trestle tables there.

The song had been going on for a while by then and some people were losing their patience, particularly a few of the male patrons who had begun to clap, loudly.

Elvis moved away from the corner of the stage where women were climbing up to wind their arms around his neck and lose themselves in his sweaty neck and rumpled collar and stepped backwards towards the centre, standing in profile as he prepared to wrap up the song with his usual karate moves.

Sally had missed her chance, she realised with a suffocating sense of disappointment. Twice she had had the opportunity to kiss that luscious mouth and she had failed both times. Though it hadn’t seemed possible at the beginning of the evening, she thought the regret would gnaw on her bones.

At the last minute, Elvis yelled off mic, bringing the band together, but then turned his head towards where she was standing. His eyebrows raised suddenly and he smirked, holding up a hand to force the band to hold that last note even as he jogged over and slid onto one knee right in front of her.

“Goddamn, you were cutting it close!” he mumbled to her, holding the mic by his knee. He angled his face, some rivulets of sweat dripped from his jaw onto her decolletage, and pressed his pillowy lips to hers. The touch of his skin against hers was searing, she had to force herself not to flinch and yet also not to surge forward and entwine her arms around him like some of the other more excitable women. He slowly drew up, his hand still raised above his head, grasping control of the band and that deafening note, but quickly ducked down again and gave her another, sloppier open-mouthed kiss, before executing a series of punches and kicks that were captured in coloured flashing lights across the stage.

Sally blinked, finding herself gaping up at him even as he was moving into another song, and as she turned away she locked eyes with another woman sitting at one of the long tables, who raised her eyebrow and gave her an impressed nod.

At the end of the show, after joining the lengthy standing ovation, Sally was disappointed when Joe didn’t appear again with his slippery smile and easy familiarity. It was just as Elvis had said, she had been invited to the show to get her kiss, that was it.

A heaviness in her gut, she trailed out of the showroom. There was no sight of Emilio the maître de either. It was almost as if her carriage had turned back into a pumpkin.

Back in her room, she tiptoed in to find Laura’s bed rumpled, unmade but empty, and hers thankfully untouched. She lay in it later, unable to close her eyes because every time she did, she saw Elvis with his leg astride, the lights flashing as he thrashed to the song ‘Tiger Man’. She wasn’t sure why it was that song playing over and over, but she couldn’t stop it.

Eventually, she fell into a light, unhappy sleep, the feeling of emptiness accompanying her into her dreams. She found herself wandering across desolate landscapes chasing after something she couldn’t name, which was always just out of reach and sight.

It was almost a relief when the trilling of the phone pierced the fog and sent her crashing back down into reality, tangled in her sheets and shivering and croaky from the air conditioning.

“Hello?”

“Hi there, can I speak to Sally?”

“Um, speaking.”

“Hey, Sally, it’s Joe, Joe Esposito, we met earlier. Sorry I didn’t recognise your voice. I guess you must sound different on the phone.”

“I was asleep. What time is it?”

“Um, just gone four I guess. Anyway, Elvis wanted me to give you a call and invite you down to the show tomorrow night. Or tonight now, I guess.”

Recognition throbbed in Sally, wrenching her awake, the recognition that there was more to come. The show hadn’t been the end of it the way that her brain had been telling her but her gut had been denying.

“Oh, sure, that sounds like fun!” she said, cringing at the eagerness in her voice.

“Well, that’s great. I’ll have the tickets waiting for you at the ticket office. Oh no, wait a minute, I-“ There was the sound of fumbling and all the heat in Sally’s body swept down her spine as a soft, low voice came on the line.

“Hey, honey, I told ya you’d get your kiss, but you sure kept me on my toes there.”

She couldn’t help it, she grinned idiotically into the darkness.

“Well, you didn’t see what I had to go through to get to the stage!” she replied. “I think most of those women had been training for that moment for a while.” He laughed, that inimitable hiccupping chuckle that made her envision his sparkling eyes and sculpted cheekbones.

“Yeah, it can get crazy down there, boy,” he agreed. “I’m glad you made it though. You must be tougher than you look, itty bitty girl like you.”

“No, not really. I think I was just fortunate. It’s been a lucky night altogether actually. I’m not sure I’m going to believe any of this happened when I wake up in the morning.”

“Well, it’s already mornin’ practically,” he pointed out, his smile audible in his voice. “And I plan on making sure you believe it when I see you, baby.”

“I’ve been pinching myself on the arm and that didn’t work.”

“Oh no, I won’t be pinching you, honey, and it won’t be on your arm.” His voice went low at the end and her skin tingled even as her pulse quickened in all parts of her body. “What did you think of the show?”

“Oh, it was amazing! You must hear that all the time though.”

“Don’t matter, I never heard it from you before. I’m glad you liked it, enough to show up for round two anyway.”

“And round three tomorrow,” she reminded him, beaming at the ceiling as she writhed on the mattress.

“Oh yeah, we’ll have a good ole bout tomorrow for sure.” She giggled at his conspiratorial tone and was charmed by the way that he joined in, like they were little kids planning mischief. “How long are you planning on being here, honey?”

“Oh, we’re here the whole week. We flew in the day before yesterday I think now. It’s tomorrow now, right?”

“Mmmhmm. Okay, I’m glad we got plenty of time, I got a whole lotta things I wanna do to- I wanna show you.”

“Like what?” she murmured, feeling her breath quickening as her hand trailed down her ribs and stomach.

“Uh uh, it’s a surprise. I wanna show you.”

“Well, in that case, I should probably get some beauty sleep. I want to have as much energy as possible for tonight.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna need it…” She rolled her eyes at his tone and he seemed to realise it without even seeing her face, rapidly changing tone and approach. “Really now, I-I think that tonight was lucky for both of us, honey. I feel real glad I met you, you know. And this is where you say it back, by the way, just lettin’ you know.”

“Of course I’m glad I met you,” she chided. “And I know I’ll feel even gladder when I’ve had some sleep. Good night, Elvis.”

“Good night, darlin’, sweet dreams.”

The sweetness in his soft voice as well as the natural command in it almost guaranteed that her dreams after she fell asleep for the second time that night were sweeter than molasses.

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