#kaye: imagines!!

[wintersera]

cw: sugarbaby!wony, sugarmommy!reader, choking, dacryphilia, spanking, uses of toys (strap, vibrator), bimbo wony, degredation, public sex

these two images of wony driving me @pupyuj and @wonysugar insane last night so i had to write something about it 😭

wony being the leader of babygirlism- you can’t tell me she isn’t like she’s so sugar baby coded in these pictures?? maybe even a bimbo baby girl

a clingy sugar baby to be exact. always texting you filthy sexts when you’re at work, showing off the lacy pink panties you sent her a couple of days ago. VIDEOS:?:));? she’s sending multiple videos of her getting off- like she would be moving aside her panties and taking the largest dildo in her collection then pumping it in and out of her tight little cunt :(( like literally lifting herself up and down onto the dildo while her wetness coats the entire thing. oh she would fr be moaning loudly on purpose, detailing ever single thing she wants you to do to her, saying how she wishes her mommy wasn’t at work so mommy could fuck her senseless.?£:):;:) she’d also send those videos at the worst times possibly like?? it was like she knew you were in an extremely important meeting- your notifications going crazy bc she sent you like 20+ full paragraphs of everything she needs with like 10+ attachments of her pussy being spread opened, fucked, slapped. literally everything 😭😭 augh and when i say you had to excuse yourself outta the meeting lying to your coworkers saying that you had an “unexpected family issue”

PUNISHING HER WHEN YOU GET BACK?? wony being in your bathroom making herself look all pretty bc you were gonna go on a fancy dinner date later that night!! she didn’t know that those videos caused you to come all the way home :(( tidying herself up and taking a quick selfie in your mirror bc she looks so pretty and cute, thinking it woukd be fun to send you those pictures bc she knows you’re absolutely in love with her ass- like you would actually WORSHIP HER ASS. but anyways you stand at the door just watching her giggle as she comes up with the most sluttiest caption for her photo, then she hears you phone buzz,, the way she whipped her head around would surely give any other person whiplash bc it was so damn fast 😭 rather than fearing for her life, she’s holding back a grin bc she knows shes about to have the best fuck of her life. you already got the strap from your room all you need to do now is just bend her over the sink and fuck her like a rabid animal,, wony having no ounce of shame in her body bc she’s so bimbo stupid whore core who begs for strap 24/7. you’re aggressively stripping her down, pushing her over the sink and biting down hard onto her shoulder,, and she just lets out the most pornographic squeaky moan ever?? 🫠

you’d notice how wet she was too,, like wet maybe and understatement bc she was actually drenched. her panties were soaked, her legs were dripping with her arousal and omfg?:£:;? seeing that put some sort of animalistic urge into you bc now you had to fuck her pussy till it’s sore. wonyoungie pleading desperately for you to put your cock in her saying things like “mommy please ruin my tight cunt :((“ you could never say no to her even if it was a punishment. pounding into her like mad, slapping her perfect ass watching it turn red and watching it bounce around your strap UGH?!/?/)?:? pulling wonys hair up to make her look at her fucked out face in the mirror,, her jaw was wide open and she was drooling like a stupid little whore with nothing but her mommys cock on her mind. which leaves you with sm free access to her neck 😊 with one of your hands you’re wrapping it around her neck and choking her until she’s crying a little bit. OH SHES DEFINITELY GRINNING AT HERSELF IN THE MIRROR BC SHE KNOWS SHE LOOKS SO GOOD BEING FUCKED FROM BEHIND. ahaha gripping her ass from behind and slamming your cock into her even harder and rougher 🤭

screams out your name while she’s creaming all over your strap, making sure to say “thank you mommy” repeatedly bc she’s that fucked out that she can’t say anything else!! oh and you definitely ruined her mascara :))) her pretty tears made her mascara run down her face and now she’s a little mad at you for doing that (she applied it on so well and you made it look bad :<< aww poor her, but she doesn’t admit that it turns her on)

and then later on in the evening you do actually go on the fancy dinner date. instead of wearing what she originally had (bc you ripped it off of her 😭) wonyoungie decided to wear a cute little skirt for your date!!

feeling sorta evil today,, yk you weren’t so satisfied with your punishment bc you gave wony what she very much wanted, SO you decide it would be some harmless fun to slip a vibrator in her pussy while you were driving towards the restaurant :)) wony thinking it was teasing during the car ride, thinking you would definitely take the vibrator out when you parked your car… awhh, struggling to walk out bc her legs won’t stop shaking </33 it was set to the lowest setting but the low vibrations in her cunt in public made her feel oh so good, the humiliation making her cunt sopping wet,,, and it didnt help that her skirt was so short that you could clearly see her arousal leak out her panties.

walking in and sitting yourself down, ushering wony to sit down as well- OH?!??;):? a waitress comes to your table immediately and you take this opportunity to turn the remote onto the highest setting it can go to :)) earning a whimper from wony. awhh poor baby is so embarrassed,, trying to keep her moans quiet while you’re ignoring her and talking to the waitress.

ofc once youve done getting your order sorted out it was wonys turn to order something- and let me tell you she was fighting for her fucking life 😭😭 her face beet red as she was trying her best not to moan out loud while talking to the waitress,, to toy with her you kept dropping the levels from highest to lowest every so often just to keep it fun 🤭 LIKE wony thinking she was finally safe to say something but then oopsies the vibrator is on the highest setting again 🙈

thankfully you were sat at a booth so you could just scoot yourself next to wonyoung 🤭🤭 you were getting bored waiting for your food and wony had to be fucked- looking as tempting as ever (bimbo girlies need to be treated as such) you were knuckles deep into her pussy!! again, wony trying her absolute best not to scream in public. bucking into your hands so hard while she’s covering her mouth, your palm occasionally grazing her clit in the most perfect way possible,, it took her sm will power not to let out the most dirtiest moans ever. and awww poor wony making a mess all over the chair telling her that shes mommys good little whore- and that her mommy will take care of the mess :<<

food arrives and you’re both chatting and dining like nothing ever happened- sure you had to get some tissues from the bathroom to clean up her mess, but that was about it,, carried out the rest of the date like normal :)) letting your imagination run wild with this one bc, yes, they went home and fucked more.

#wintersera #kaye: imagines!! #ive smut #ive x fem reader smut #wonyoung ive smut #jang wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung x reader smut #wonyoung x fem reader smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #kpop girl group smut #fem!reader

[montysstuffs]

🍒Cherry Pie 🍒

Dbf!Frank castle X fem reader

Sweet Virginia Jon bernthal>>>>>

AN: Just sooner quick little headcanons before I actually write the whole thing! This is literally all over the place! You can kinda say it’s more of a thought dump!

Minors DNI

•you’re having a bad day at work.

•Shows up to your job to grab your dad a pie for am upcoming bbq

•he stays with you on your break to comfort you

•you both sit in his car and talk about it

•he shushes you as you hug him in the passenger seat of your car.

•your makeup is getting smeared all over his hoodie

•he absolutely hates that you put in all of your effort to doll yourself up, just to have it run down your pretty face

•”you can quit babydoll, there’s nothing holding you back”

•”lemme take care of you, yeah?”

•definitely threatens to beat someone up.

•or as he calls it “set em straight”

•you’re ultimately the bigger person and say no to his offer of hurting someone in your honor

•when your break is over, he promises that he’ll go home to rest

•absolutely not

•he goes inside to grab a coffee while sitting in your section.

•reading a book that no doubt you gifted him a little bit ago

Smuuuuut

•He beckons you over and orders a slice of cherry pie

•He’s messy when he eats it, in more ways than one. He’ll put his thumb in his mouth and expertly suck off the excess cherry filling.

•and of course, two can play at that game

•bending over a table in front of him and letting him have a peek up your skirt/dress

•flirting and laughing boisterously at a group of frat bros that you’re server, just to make him jealous

•”I don’t get jealous easily by little boys, sweetheart.”

•gives you a ride back to his place and he shows you how much better an older man can be

•definitely smokes you out

•your pretty, glossy lips are leaving lip prints all over his cock and hips. The prints smearing as you bob your head.

•”no hands, baby. Lets see how good that mouth is.”

•Sitting on your knees on his floor as he slouches back on his couch. One hand holding the joint, the other cupping your cheek. Looking down at you as you struggle to take all of him without the help of your hands. Your hands are in little fists in your lap like an obedient girl.

#jon bernthal #frank castle #sweet virginia #Sam Rossi #imagines #Jon bernthal imagines #the punisher #julian kaye #sharp stick #sharp stick movie #dbf!frank castle #dbf!frank #Dbf!jon bernthal #Dbf #Dbf!sam Rossi #frank castle x reader #Jon bernthal x reader #Sam Rossi x reader #Jon bernthal smut #Frank castle smut #Sam Rossi smut

[dyns33]

Wanting more

Part 2 of my Julian Kaye x reader story

If she forgot about his job, life with Julian Kaye was pretty normal.

They had already created a sort of cocoon, a very domestic routine, and that hadn't really changed after their relationship became official.

After a few weeks, Y/N had asked Julian to come live with her. She had thought he would hesitate, too attached to his bachelor pad and his sense of independence. Scared too, because of his strange schedules.

But no, Julian had been very enthusiastic, collecting the few things he had in his motel to put them in her cupboards.

The schedules were still special. He sometimes came home very late, or after several days, totally exhausted. And he didn't talk about his day. He could not.

"First, I have a confidentiality agreement. And even if I changed the names, neither you nor I want to talk about my clients, and what I do with them."

"You can understand that I'm a little curious. And worried, when I see you so tired."

"Like everyone else when they come home from work, but everything is fine. I want to forget and only think about you. I only think about you all day."

Y/N wasn’t jealous.

She often told herself that she was not jealous. She had no reason to be. Julian loved her and he was just doing his job. Like an actor, a masseur or a doctor. He touched other bodies, but there was no feeling. It's a mechanical act, business, and when he came home, he had already moved on to something else.

To avoid a catastrophe, he had spoken to her a lot at the very beginning of their relationship. He had listed all the things his clients could ask him. He had presented Y/N to Lorenzo, his boss, so that he could also explain everything to her.

The one who had declared that their story could only end badly had understood that he had before him two people who loved each other deeply, and he had sighed.

“Julian never had a girlfriend.”

“I’ve had girlfriends, thank you.”

"Yeah, when you were twelve. Nothing serious since you started working. It's a first, and he tells you everything. No secrets, no shame. Maybe it'll work. The guy always follows the rules, you can trust him."

The rules were simple : the customer pays in advance, the customer says clearly what they want and what they don't want, they have no right to hurt or get attached to the gigolo, no refund.

There had been times when Julian had come home with marks. Bites, scratches, hickeys, hits. Most of the time he tried to hide them, keeping his distance for a few days.

He always apologized, as if it was his fault.

"They're not allowed to leave traces, but sometimes they act without thinking, and I don't have time to stop them. Sometimes I don't even notice."

"It's alright."

"I see this makes you sad. It's not alright."

Y/N kissed him to reassure him, repeating that she wasn't mad at him. He still continued to apologize.

Even though they weren't talking about his work, these marks and his late returns were a bit heavy. But there was nothing else. Julian didn't give any details. He took a long shower before coming home, washing away the lipstick, the perfume, everything that these women had left on him, on this body that belonged only to Y/N.

He wanted to show her, to reassure her, not being able to believe that she completely accepted the situation.

During one evening, he behaved as if he were with a client. It was the most horrible evening of their relationship.

"No. Stop, no." Y/N asked him, wanting to jump out of bed, trying not to cry.

"Baby, what's wrong ? Did I hurt you ?"

"It's so… cold. Violent. I don't feel like it's you."

"Because that's not me. Never me, and they're never you. I want you to know that, really know that."

"I know that, Julian. But thanks for showing me."

“I promise I’ll never show you that again.” he sighed as he took her in his arms, showing her his love and affection.

This was nothing new to Julian, but it had been a long time since he had known tenderness. Being in bed with a woman who just wanted to talk and hug him without asking for anything else. Who will prepare breakfast and dinner for him. Who loved spending time with him.

When her family and friends wanted to get to know her boyfriend, he begged her not to tell them what he was doing. He wasn't ashamed, and she wasn't ashamed, and Julian didn't care about being judged, but he didn't want others to judge Y/N.

They were going to ask prying questions, they were going to make stupid remarks, they might try to hire him to play a prank. It was too risky.

"Tell them I'm a coach, or a psychologist. It's basically the same thing. I get paid to help lonely, desperate people feel better for a few hours."

“What if they want to hire you ?”

“Impossible, I don’t take relatives as clients. I have to remain distant and objective.”

Even saying he was a coach, there were comments. Y/N's family thought Julian was superficial, flashy, with his muscles, his jewelry, his clothes. They were afraid he was with her for the money.

Which was ridiculous, since he had a lot more money than her. It happened that he earned in a week what she earned in a month. And in addition to helping pay the rent, the food, many things, he gave her gifts. Indecently expensive gifts.

"… There's really no need."

"To give a beautiful necklace to the most beautiful woman in the world ? No doubt, it's not necessary, but I want to. Try it."

“Julian, really, it’s too much.”

"For the car, okay, maybe it was a little too much, but it's just a little necklace. Please, I want to see you with it. I want to see it bounce between your tits when you are riding me.”

“You are impossible.” she mumbled as she felt her cheeks heat up, letting his hands caress her neck after attaching the necklace.

Y/N didn't really understand what was happening the evening when Julian prepared a romantic dinner, displaying a big smile. It wasn't a special day, even though he hadn't been around for several weeks, his hours seeming to have decreased.

Still with his proud smile, he placed two papers on the table. On the first piece of paper, there was a telephone number. The other was a check, of a fairly large amount.

"I don't understand." she said, looking at it, and seeing that the check was not for her, but in the name of Julian Kaye.

“My new phone number, and my first paycheck for my new job.”

"… What ?"

"I spoke with Lorenzo. For the past month, I have sometimes been a bouncer in his club, sometimes a bartender, and I give advice to new gigolos. It's not as well paid, but it's not bad. And as I'm not going to see my old clients again, I changed my number."

"Julian. Why ? You love your job."

"I love you more, and before you tell me that you're not ashamed, and that I can do whatever I want, it's not your fault. I kinda did it for you, but also for me. At first, I kept telling myself "think of Y/N, imagine that you are with her, and everything will be fine, then you come home, and you will really be with her". But I couldn't. They weren't you, and they were asking me things that you would never ask of me, and I was starting to be disgusted by these bodies, these skins, everything. I only wanted you. I said to myself, 'but what are you doing ? Sleeping in this bed, instead of being with her ?” So I talked to Lorenzo, and that’s it.”

Faced with Y/N's silence, Julian's smile faded a little, which saddened him. He seemed really proud to tell her this news. Over the past month, he had changed a lot of things for her, without her really noticing it, even if she was happy that he was home more often.

Slowly, she reached out to caress his cheek, sitting on his lap.

“Doesn’t that make you happy ?” he asked shyly.

"I just want you to be happy. Are you happ y?"

Julian looked at her with sparkling eyes before kissing her. Obviously, he was very happy and that was the only important thing.

#american gigolo #julian kaye #julian kaye x reader #julian kaye fanfiction #julian kaye imagine

[thesaintofnevergettingitright]

Did anyone ask for my extremely strong opinions about Eliot Spencer’s love life? No. Am I going to give them anyway? Absolutely I am. 

#mine #leverage #why are you booing me im right #eliot spencer #I don't have anyone to throw a powerpoint party with so now I'm making it everyone else's problem #look man this whole list kinda boils down to how much fun it seems like they're having at any given time #Cuz Kaye-Lynn? nothing is fun. music is Serious Business and so is Love #Mikal? Extremely fun. My girl is breaking out the handcuffs in public and bantering in multiple languages #I simply do not connect with a relationship if I can't imagine them being goofy together #like. to me that is the truest self. the goofy/giggly/ridiculous version of you #cuz to have those moments of genuine goofiness you need to be able to let your guard down AND genuinely enjoy the other person #and that's not easy! but any other flavor of relationship is just so BORING to me #ya know? #Eliot Spencer my beloved

[darlingshane]

First of all, love your Fall background/header! Love the colors and the pictures!

Second, I saw this picture on Pinterest and I thought I’d share the joy I felt seeing it! (I’m sure you’ve already seen it, but thought I’d share anyway)

It made me think of your recent Julian Kaye fic “A Little Piece of Heaven” 🥰

Aww, thanks! It’s one of my favorite headers that I’ve ever made. This man really inspires me. I’m absolutely in love with it, and with him and Bam Bam 😍😍

Oh god, that’s such a fine look for Julian. I believe that was around the time he was filming American Gigolo. I have such a lousy memory for pics, but I can easily identify them by his looks, and after checking my folder I can tell that – yes, I've seen it before, and it’s just around that time.

He’s a dream, and that picture is a vibe that fits perfectly with that fic. I can see Julian taking you to a party, maybe he knows someone in the business, and surprises you with tickets to a big film premiere or an after party where you get to dress up really fancy. He was initially wearing a tie, but he took it off at the bar as the drinks started coming. He’d have his arm around you almost 99% of the time, cause he can’t keep himself away from you. And as the night progresses, he’d get a little naughty and start whispering sweet dirt into your ear, and kiss your neck when you least expect it.

#i want him #julian kaye #jon bernthal #julian kaye imagine

[kayebuns]

based off a tumblr post that i saw a while ago. i wish i saved it

#noriaki kakyoin #jotaro kujo #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #kaye art #kakyoin looks cute here but like #he was probably just talking about the great molasses flood that took place in 1919 and killed 21 people #and was explaining the process of the exactly how people got stuck in it and suffocated to death #jotaro afterwards is like wow. imagine polnareff falling into that

[gothicknightz]

prey upon the youth — jerome valeska

notes: will become a series, the reader is female, punchline reference if you squint

warnings: mentions of cheating

Like a virus spreading throughout the body, Gotham was destined to destroy and fail its youth. There was no hope for the children and teens whose tired feet and defeated demeanor ran amok in the alleyways. They were weapons of mass destruction to anyone who encountered them, always looking for a higher level of class in the streets.

Most children of filthy youth turned to drugs or crime to keep them occupied or stable, with a percentage of them being orphaned or lost in one way or another. 

The driving force in their reasonings and actions was crazy enough to make someone go mad.

Especially the ones in Arkham Asylum. They could be the real threats to the metropolis.

As she slammed the baseball bat repeatedly into the car’s hood, an angry glare juxtaposed the wide grin on her face; she was having fun. 

Given the current state of affairs, she had caught her boyfriend partying, surrounded by dozens of pretty Gotham elite girls, despite telling her that he was ‘sick.’ 

But that wasn’t even the worse part.

He took one of the girls back to their once-shared apartment, the said girl being her best friend.

“Alexis?” She had asked after coming across her in the hallway.

“Look, (y/n), it’s not what it looks like.” Alexis had tried to defend herself, putting her hands up.

“It’s definitely what it looks like. You slept with my boyfriend.”

“It wasn’t on purpose, I swear!”

“Get out.”

“(y/n), I’m telling you- I didn’t mean to!”

“Get out!”

The memories and intrusive thoughts replayed in her mind, further progressing the strength of her rage-fueled destruction. 

“I hope daddy’s money can pay for that, you son of a-”

She stopped in her tracks as she heard a police siren pierce her ears, giving her no time to react as the car rolled right in front of her.

“And what exactly are you doing, young lady?”

“None of your business, officer.” The girl scoffed as she brushed the man off and went back to smashing the car, raising the bat before the officer spoke once more.

“Try this one.” He said before tossing her a metal bat.

A confused look on her face spread instantly as usually, she’d be in cuffs by now.

Removing the hat, a grin was plastered on the man’s face.

“The name’s Jerome.”

#jerome valeska #jerome valeska imagine #jerome valeska x reader #Cameron Monaghan #gotham #gotham fox #gotham joker #joker imagine #joker x reader #punchline #punchline dc #alexis kaye

[succs]

girl who knows too much about serial killers x guy who plays devil’s advocate in history class (gone romantic)

#they should be friends and send doxxing threats to people who don’t like the joker on the internet #they’re a toxic couple but just not to eachother. to every other human being imaginable tho #type of couple to make out on public transit and then call people who say smth ‘brainlets’ #dc #james gordon jr #alexis kaye #my art #fanart

[jihef03]

Gonna sound weird but I kind of see Peter and Hook being brothers rather than Hook being a parental figure to Peter.

I mean, Peter *was* inspired -in part- by Barrie’s own brother, who died at 13 and also happened to be their mother’s favourite. When came the time to give Peter a rival, Barrie made up a neurotic english-educated man, gave him *his* first name James, and set both characters in a competition to win the approval of their “mom” Wendy with Hook as the clear loser.

Not saying this was intentional of anything (probably a bit intentional, but no so much), but yeah this definitely influenced my view of Peter and Hook’s relationship. I’m not saying it negates the parent thing as well, it’s more about what i personally took from the works.

#peter pan #captain hook #james hook #james barrie #admitedly it also comes down to which version we're talking about #the whole parent thing completly flew over my head with disney hook when i was a kif #but mostly because i can't imagine this version tutoring a child #hoffman hook i can see it specially since this the movie where peter is a father himself so parallels #tim curry too if you're fine with violent outbusts and gaslighting #i'm not letting any child near isaacs' hook however #then again whatever the version i just have hard time picturing hook as a dad #he doens't have the requirments #danny kaye hook has more of weird uncle vibe

[rmblythe7]

If there’s ever a remake of White Christmas, not that there needs to be one, but if there is! I’m gonna have to insist that Dylan O’Brien play Phil Davis. No one else could do justice to Danny Kaye’s comedic aspects of the role.

Food for thought on a snowy night.

#white christmas #dylan o'brien #recast #danny kaye #bing crosby #remake #christmas classics #and maybe Hoechlin as Bob #good grief just imagine

[cruelprincae]

So when the lore says there are faeries who are so beautiful they can drive mortals to the verge of insanity, it really was not kidding, was it?

#( character study mobile. ) #( and by default kaye is of “average beauty” in faerie i do not even want to imagine the sort of influence cardan has #( because he literally is described to be the fairest of them all 😭 it is an automatic law of attraction but amplified by tenfold #( THIS IS WHY HE WALKS AROUND WITH A HOOD AND SUNGLASSES SO MORTALS DO NOT LITERALLY DIE WHEN THEY SEE HIM #( or yk wither for eternity after they catch a glimpse of him

[wintersera]

G!p mean girl Giselle 😍😍😍⁉️🔥

cw: dubcon, oral (giving), public bathroom sex, exhibitionism, choking, g!p giselle

g!p mean girl BULLY giselle- her dragging you out of class because she suddenly got a boner while your teacher was teaching some boring ass shit and she let her imagination run wild.

people in the class, and the teachers, not really caring bc miss giselle was a rich ass student, and punishing her wouldn’t really do anything- and if she were to be scolded she could just buy her way out of suspension bc yk the school system is WACK. you were bullied by her sm to the point of where nobody cared anymore, and no one could do shit about it anyways bc everyone feared her- so they all thought ‘ah, i bet y/n is gonna get bullied again’

WRONG!! giselle shoving you in one of the bathroom stalls that were usually secluded (like at the top floor bc who the fuck would walk up that many stairs to go to the bathroom) furiously telling you to suck her off. slapping her hard cock around your face bc at first you would decline, multiple times. getting pissed off bc she had to get her cock sucked NOW- she forces your head down her entire shaft making you gag around her in surprise, she laughs at you but moans when she feels your warm saliva coating her length.

thinking you were a total loser, nerd, virgin, LITERALLY JUST A COMPLETE LONER- she thought you would be bad at anything sexual, but ohhh noo she was wrong. taking her dick so easily down your throat, using your tongue to tease her tip and the rest of her shaft. you being you, you let her grow closer and closer to the edge, her moans beginning to grow louder and quicker- but then you suddenly take her dick outta your mouth with a pop.

LMAO her looking at you with disappointment, she was so close and you stopped right before she was about to cum :<<< aww she’s so mad that she forces herself onto you 🫣 pinning you against the stall door, flipping your skirt up and moving your panties aside. coo’s at you when she sees how wet you are. grips your ass and spreads them apart, your arousal dripping everywhere.

slams into you so hard that it shakes the door- like really fucking loud that you swear people walking past the bathrooms could hear continuous loud banging. lmao the students probably thinking it was one of those rumoured ghosts. but anyways, she’s gripping onto your waist so hard that it leaves long lasting red marks on your hips-

SHIT and then a couple of randos come into the bathroom. both of you panicking, but too turned on to stop. giselle takes two of her fingers and shoves them into your mouth, which didn’t do shit bc it made you whimper almost too loud. thankfully they were a rowdy bunch of friends, gossiping about this and that, so loud that you couldn’t hear the wet and sticky slapping coming from one of the mysteriously closed stalls.

whispering in your ears, “don’t you dare make a sound, i’ll fuck you up if you do”

you smile around her fingers teasingly “aren’t you already fucking me?” she couldn’t believe how cocky you could get given the situation you were in, but that didn’t make her shy away from shoving her cock deeper into your pussy. and of course you couldn’t keep quiet. you felt her fingers dancing across your abdomen and down to clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in fast circles. it felt too good where you just had to moan out loud, causing the entire bathroom to quiet down.

“y’all heard that???” one girl said, “yeah we better get out, like, it could be that weird ghost rumour” you heard a series of squeeks from their shoes, in a panicked way. hearing them whisper in horror bc they thought there was a ghost in the stalls “what if there’s a ghost in the closed stall?” you heard another girl squeel out in terror.

YOU THOUGHT that it would be over for you, giselle slowling down her movements. thinking that they were coming, hearing the sound of a group of girls footsteps come closer to the stall, but thankfully they left out in terror-

continuing from where you were before, giselle quickly changes her pace from slow to fast again. taking her fingers out of your mouth just to slap your ass as a punishment for almost getting caught in the act “you dumb bitch, fuck- almost close”

she’d never admit it, but she loved the way how you slutted yourself out to her. makes her ego grow a little bit tbh.

feeling your cunt squeeze even tighter around her cock, she moans out in pleasure, her hands that were on your hips and ass were now tugging your low ponytail, exposing your neck so that she could choke you with her other hand.

her warm cum painting your insides white and mixing with your own arousal made you orgasm hard as well. one of your hands resting on the door turned white from the way you were balling your fist. whereas giselle tugged at your school blazer.

and then you just walked out the bathroom like nothing ever happened- people were pretty convinced that you two fought once you returned to the class. your hair was all out of place and giselle just looked tired LMAO.

#wintersera #kaye: imagines!! #aespa smut #g!p aespa #aespa x fem reader smut #aespa giselle smut #giselle smut #g!p giselle #giselle x fem reader smut #aespa x reader smut #girl group smut #fem!reader #kpop smut

[montysstuffs]

WIP List

So I have a list of things I plan on writing or have already started writing!

The Quarry girls kinks (working on it and almost done 🫡 )✅

The quarry College AU Headcanons (started but still working)

It will come back (Mean ex boyfriend!Nick Furcillo x Fem Reader) (started and I think I need 1 more day to finish it 😈😈) ✅

The devils in the details (Luke Nightingale x reader x Daniel) (this is a very big maybe but it’s not yet started)

Sugar daddy! Billy Russo headcanon (not yet started)

Sugar daddy! Julian Kaye headcanon

Skin (first time Ryan x fem reader) (not yet started)

#imagines #smut #the quarry #nick furcillo #ryan erzahler #the quarry smut #dylan lenivy #jacob custos #nick furcillo smut #ryan erzhaler smut #jon bernthal #sd!Julian kaye #Julian kaye #Justice smith #Ben Barnes #billy Russo #Jon bernthal #brenda song #miles robbins #patrick schwarzenegger

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Wanting something

I didn't watch the series but I wanted to do something about Julian Kaye. I may do a second part, I'm not sure yet.

When Y/N had met Julian Kaye, she had initially thought he was going to ask her for money.

It was a little suspicious that a man like him would come and talk to a woman like her for no reason.

Then she had thought that he had lost a bet, or that he wanted to win a bet. A stupid, nasty bet.

Then, after several hours of talking and exchanging numbers, Y/N decided that he must just be strange, desperate, or with questionable taste.

In any case, Julian Kaye seemed to really like her, and for a month, it was bliss to be with him.

They saw each other at least four times a week, he treated her like a queen, listening to her, not rushing her, and not caring what others thought.

“Why would I care ?” he asked her. "I don't know them. They didn't know me, nor did they know you. They don't matter. I'm happy with you, that's the only thing that matters."

Y/N’s life wasn’t always easy. She wasn't very good with people, with social relationships. Her love life was quite empty. Her family was worried about her, and some of her colleagues made fun of her for it, saying that she was probably frigid.

With Julian, Y/N didn’t feel frigid. She felt loved, respected.

She wanted more.

On the evening that celebrated the first month of their meeting, she decided to do something special. She invited him to dinner at her place, cooking all day and they spent hours on the couch, talking, then kissing, until midnight.

Julian's cell phone then rang.

"Hmm. A month."

"Yes." she sneered, wanting to kiss him again. “A month exactly.”

“For more, you will have to make a new transfer.” he said politely, putting a finger to her mouth.

"… What ?"

"You paid for a month. I know, it's hard, but that's business. I'll let you think about it, you have my number."

He then left her alone on the sofa, totally lost.

In the end, Y/N had been right about one thing. Julian had approached her about money, but not her money.

She understood this when one of her colleagues, the worst of all, came to question her about the gigolo she and the others had hired to offer her a good time and unwind her.

According to her, it was a charitable act. He had to act like her boyfriend for a month, and Y/N might be less annoying after getting fucked good.

"I still bet it was wasted money, because you're so stuck up that you weren't going to jump on him, even if he got naked in front of you, his legs spread apart, with whipped cream on his chests. Was I right ? Did you have sex or not ?"

Y/N had never been so ashamed in her life. She locked herself in the toilet of the office to cry.

Julian's number was deleted. She didn't plan to see him again, ever.

It was by chance that they met in a bar. He had the nerve to smile at her as he raised his glass, which made her blood boil. Maybe the three drinks she had already had didn't help.

Instead of going home to save what little dignity she had left, she went to see him, hesitating between slapping him and insulting him.

"Good evening darling."

“I’m not your darling, you fucker.”

"…Excuse me ? Look, I'm sorry but the rules were clear. I have schedules to respect, I'm a professional. If you come and tell me that you're not satisfied, you told me that you chose the pace, so I followed. And if you fell in love or something stupid like that, I warned you about that too."

"Warned ? Warned ?! My lovely colleagues didn't give me the rules when they hired you, sorry ! You should be ashamed ! I thought… I should have known it was too good to be true… "

"… Wait. You didn't know ?"

He had been annoyed at first that she was angry with him, but Julian immediately calmed down when he realized that Y/N hadn't hired her. He thought she had hired her, he too had been somehow trapped.

He would never have accepted this contract if he had known.

"I sometimes get weird requests, from clients who want me to play a role. This request was simple, a romantic meeting, to play perfect boyfriend, don't talk about my job if you don't talk about it directly… Shit. Oh, Y/N, shit, I’m sorry. Really. Who are the bitches who did this ?”

Like a gentleman, he offered her a handkerchief, and he listened to her again, about her colleagues, about her relationships, gently stroking her arm to comfort her.

“Sorry…” she sobbed when she saw the time. "It's late. You have to work, I… I'll leave you be."

"No, it's okay. One day without. And a good lesson for me, I'll check my clients better the next time. I only make ladies cry if they ask me to."

This made her laugh. During their month together, Julian had made her laugh a lot. He was truly a charming man. Y/N tried not to think about it too much, telling her heart to shut up, because none of it had been true.

She did her best to forget, as the weeks passed normally. The work was painful, the others making fun of her even more than before. Their murmurs and laughter followed her everywhere. She was thinking of resigning soon.

One day at lunchtime the whispers continued, but they seemed different. She heard someone approach, putting a hand on her shoulder. Y/N sighed before turning around, expecting a colleague.

“… Julian ?”

"Hello darling." he replied, kissing her. “I came to kidnap you, we’re eating together today.”

"… Eh ?" was the smartest thing she could say.

A bit lost, she let Julian take her hand and lead her outside, to a small Italian restaurant, as if everything was perfectly normal.

He chuckled when he saw her look full of questions. He had thought a lot about what had happened, he hadn't liked that she was so hurt at all, and he wanted to teach her colleagues a little lesson.

"They think you're not good enough to seduce a guy like me ? Well, they're wrong."

“They’ll think I’m paying you.”

"Sweetheart. To pay for my services for more than a day, you must be rich or very in debt. I inquired, they contributed fourteen to pay my month's salary, it is impossible for me to be there because you give me money.”

The little game seemed to work. When Y/N returned to work, her colleagues were totally disturbed because they had seen it. They were even more disturbed when Julian came to pick her up in the evening, and when he returned again and again several times during the week.

It was a bit fun, she was willing to admit, but also difficult. Y/N tried to forget him, and that wasn't possible seeing him almost every day.

The worst part was that he also came to see her when she wasn't working, which seemed pointless. Her colleagues couldn't see them at her place. But Julien arrived with his flowers and his huge smile, taking a place on her sofa and asking her how her day was.

Y/N thought that maybe he didn't have many relationships outside of work. No friends. Nobod. Perhaps it did him good to talk with someone who didn't pay him and therefore didn't see him as a piece of meat or a product.

He told her about himself. About his past, his beginnings very young, much too young, in the industry. He talked about prison. He didn't hide anything from her, and Y/N felt that it was important, because he shouldn't talk about it often, if he ever talked about it.

It might sound crazy, but he loved his job. He would have been capable of doing anything else, but he liked to please, he liked to give pleasure to women, he liked to have a lot of money while lying by a swimming pool. He wasn't ashamed of it.

This continued for months. Y/N quit, considering when more of her horrible coworkers she could find a better job.

Julien continued to come. At her new job and at home. He also invited her to his place, where it was clear that he never invited anyone.

As they shared a bottle of champagne in front of a movie, Y/N leaned against him, a little drunk. He put his hand across her, his head against hers.

“We look like an old couple.” she joked.

"Hmm."

"It's nice. I wonder if I'll ever get that… I mean, for real."

Julian's head left hers, although his hand remained on her shoulder. Y/N felt that he was tense, that she had said something stupid, and the best thing to do would have been to say nothing, but she had been drinking, and she didn't think.

"I mean… Romantically. I'm not your type, it's okay. We're friends. It's great. I try to remember that we're just friends."

“Why do you say you’re not my type ?”

"Please…"

“You also think you’re not good enough to seduce a guy like me ?”

"I am not stupid."

“Well, you clearly kinda are.”

There were times in life when people forgot how to breathe. All that was left was the sound of their hearts pounding in their ears, and the feeling that something important was happening.

It took a little while for Y/N to remember how to breathe, and for her to slowly turn to Julian, who was still watching the movie.

“Julian…”

"No. Don't say anything. I know what you're going to say."

“What am I going to say ?”

"That you like me. But that my job is too weird for us to be together. I'm just a whore, very handsome, very nice, with money, but above all with a rotten past, a crappy apartment, the…"

"I love you."

"Stop."

Julian was not ashamed of his job, but he was aware that it closed certain doors to him, like love. A family life, a normal life. No one would want to date a gigolo. No one could talk about what he was doing. No one could trust him or be proud of him.

“Julian.” Y/N insisted. "I don't care about your work. Maybe it will be difficult, but I don't care. I love you. You told me how you started, you told me why you keep going, you're careful, you're professional. You… It doesn't matter if you don't like me, we can just be friends. But I love you, I really love you, I don't care about others. Remember ? I I don't care about anyone else."

She wasn't sure if he had meant that when he told her, but he looked at her intently, before kissing her.

When he told Lorenzo that he had found someone and wanted to change his schedule, his boss asked him if he had forgotten the rules.

But Y/N had technically never been one of his clients, not offering him a penny, so Julian declared that no, he had been very lucky to find love, someone who accepted him as he was. he was, this made his friend sigh.

“We’ll see how long this lasts.”

"Yes, we will see." Julian replied before hanging up to take Y/N in his arms, looking at her like the first day, like a man who wanted something.

He seemed satisfied when she pressed her lips against his.

#american gigolo #julian kaye #julian kaye x reader #julian kaye fanfiction #julian kaye imagine

[randxmthxughts]

Chosen by Eywa - The Dream Hunt - Chapter 1

chapter 2 →

summary: eywa makes no mistakes... in the midst of his preparation to become the future olo'eyktan, neteyam is told to be with a chosen mate. guided by the signs of eywa, tsahik picks y/n, a woman orphaned by the war, whose heart already belongs to another

contains: arranged marriage, mentions of war and grief, angst, one-sided enemies to lovers

wc: 4.6k

a/n: i just wanted to say a major THANK YOU for 4k and for the support you have shown for this series before i even posted anything 😭 i hope this meets your expectations, and i am very excited for the next chapters

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Eywa makes no mistakes. Y/N had clung to these words her whole life, since the day her parents were taken by the merciless war against the sky people. She found comfort in knowing that her journey was already prewritten, destined for a greater purpose. But she had never expected for Eywa to turn her world upside down, forcing her to question everything she believed in, and lead her to a love that she never imagined possible…

The scent of smoldering herbs filled the air, mingling with the soft groans and hushed whispers of the healers attending to the small party of warriors. Y/N's deft hands worked quickly, spreading the last thick layer of healing poultice over the gash on his arm. He winced at the searing pain, then let out a weak chuckle at his own reaction.

"Mawey," she murmured to the injured warrior, her voice sweet with warmth that she failed to conceal, “We are done.” Their eyes met briefly, and a blush crept up Y/N's cheeks.

She turned away, to hide a small smile that tugged at the corners of her lips, and stepped closer to Kiri to search for another remedy in their shared basket. Neteyam, sitting beneath his sister's tender ministrations, winced slightly. His eyes then spotted Y/N, who was rifling through the herbs and ointments, though her thoughts seemed to drift somewhere else.

“What are you looking for?” Kiri asked, poking her head out from behind her brother.

“Oh,” Y/N turned, flashing the siblings a sheepish smile, “Was just making sure that we had enough eanean.”

Kiri nodded, though she was hardly convinced. Having worked with Y/N side by side for years now, she had grown to read her subtle moods. Over the past few months especially, with the increased work, the two women had become closer, and Kiri had suspected that there was something going on between Y/N and Kaye, the warrior she was just tending to. But she ultimately decided not to intervene. 

“I still don’t understand how you even crossed paths with those skxawngs at the Eastern border,” Kiri returned to the conversation she was having with her brother.

"They were lying in wait," Neteyam answered, his gaze still fixated on Y/N, "I don't know how they figured out we'd be there today, but they attacked us from above."

"That's very bad," Kiri sighed, applying fresh bandages to his back, “What if there were more of them?”

She circled to stand in front of her brother, while her eyes darted around the spacious tent. The healing tent had been expanded due to Mo’at’s request, who had decided that the old one was too cramped. Mo’at also took on more students because of the attacks from the sky people, and the clan now boasted a larger number of healers than ever before.

"We probably wouldn't have made it out alive," Neteyam sighed, disappointed. 

The future Olo’yektan saw no point in hiding the intensity of the day’s event; he had barely escaped his own death earlier. He was assigned to lead the party, and the weight of bringing his warriors to safety was heavy on his shoulders. How could he ensure they would never end up in the same situation again? Getting trapped by the sky people, almost facing death. He couldn’t help but feel insecure in his own ability as the future chief, maybe he wasn’t ready to pass his Dream Hunt yet.

Kiri's shoulders slumped in response, though the answer wasn't difficult to guess. She stole a quick glance at Y/N, who seemed to be frozen in place, listening to the conversation. If anything happened to Kaye, if she lost another person she loved to the war, would she be able to bear it?

The familiar touch of Kaye's hand on her back broke Y/N out of her thoughts. As he passed by, uttering a grateful "thank you," she blushed deeply, but the worry in her eyes was not lost on Neteyam.

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Y/N dipped her feet into the cold water, feeling the soreness starting to slip away from her body. The river was serene, calming her, as she had been on her feet all day, working under the watchful eyes of Mo’at and tending to the injured warriors. Kaye, who sat next to her, nudged her thigh with his. She could feel the warmth of his body against hers, his canines peeking out with a small smirk.

“You know I don’t like it when you are upset with me,” he said, nudging her again playfully, “Y/N.”

Her ears twitched, as she turned to look at him with a hint of annoyance at how unserious he was being. He had accidentally blabbered about his stupid idea to take on two geared up sky people at once and almost lost his arm during the encounter.

“The Great Mother may have looked after you today, but it won’t always be so,” she said firmly, “I lost my parents to a slip-up like this. Eywa does not intervene in these matters.”

“I know,” Kaye cupped her cheek tenderly, recognizing the reminiscing in her eyes, “I will be more careful.”

She leaned into his touch, eyes closing for a moment with a small sigh. Her mind wandered back to the memories of her parents. It was a pain that never fully went away, a constant ache that still kept her up at nights.

“I worry about you, Kaye,” she murmured.

“And I worry about you,” he replied softly, his thumb rubbing circles on her cheekbone, “Which is why I think it is time to tell my family about us.”

Y/N blinked at him, feeling the familiar spark of hope ignite within her, but she quickly pushed it aside. She had heard these words from Kaye before, a promise that he had broken time and time again. His family held importance in the clan, his parents were strict, determined to arrange a mate for Kaye, just like they did for the rest of their children. And she was never worthy of their attention. She had nothing to offer to them. Kaye knew that too well, but he continued to give both of them false hopes of a bright future together.

“You don’t have to, it is no rush,” she mumbled, wondering if her devotion to him would ever be matched, “I don’t want you to fight with your parents.”

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Like in the womb of Pandora, surrounded by the elders and the Tsahik, Neteyam proudly wore the white paint on his body as he silently took a seat in the middle of the circle. His mother lingered behind with a mixture of worry and pride on her face; she had looked forward to the day her firstborn passed the Dream Hunt, but the earlier encounter with the sky people had shaken her slightly. What if Neteyam was too tired and wouldn’t survive his uniltaron? Jake threw an assurring arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his chest, and she gratefully complied, peeking at her son with a smile. Jake was grinning, confident that Neteyam, who had already accomplished so much at his age, would pass his trial with ease. He had prepared for it for months, what’s one more rite?

The chanting began to pick up with the beginning of the ritual, and knowing his role too well, Neteyam opened his mouth willingly when Mo'at approached him with a glowing worm hanging from her fingers. The worm wiggled around as Neteyam closed his lips around it and chewed it down. The smoke from burning herbs filled his nose and eyes, burning all the way to his lungs. 

The chant grew louder and more hypnotic, and the taste of the worm on his tongue numbed his buds like a torch. Neteyam felt his body vibrate involuntarily, and as his father placed an arachnoid on his neck, he felt it stung him twice mercilessly. Neteyam squeezed his eyes shut, blocking out the noise and the pain, as his mind began to slip into a trance. He could feel his lungs give out with a sharp pain and as he desperately gasped for air, it seemed like he was falling, spiraling down with nothing to grab onto. His heartbeat suddenly was louder, faster in his ears, thumping in a rhythm as he plummeted it down. The world went dark, and when he opened his eyes, Neteyam saw himself in the forest, surrounded by mist.

His body went limp for a moment, bright sunlight blinding his vision. He gathered his energy and barely moved to his feet, when with a sudden gust of wind, a banshee flew right above him, so close to the ground that it almost threw him off. Instinctively, Neteyam reached to cover his eyes with his hand, and then he was no longer himself.

His body ached, as it began to stretch out. His hands were growing, transforming into wings, as venom flowed through his blood, he was suddenly floating above the forest. It was like he was on the back of his ikran but the feeling was more intense. Unmistakably, his mind was no longer his own, Neteyam saw and felt through the banshee.

A rush of adrenaline burst through him, and Neteyam, for the first time in his life, was free, as he soared through the sky. He couldn’t express it, but he could feel it somewhere in his heart that this is what he was meant to be. One with Eywa.

As he flew over the trees, he spotted and neared closer to himself. His own Na’vi body stood small and fragile from the new point of view. But there was also somebody else standing next to him. A woman holding his hand. She was laughing, her voice vibrantly filled his ears with a pleasant sound. A long necklace wrapped around her neck and hung all the way down to her stomach, adorned with big beads, glistening under the sun, and blue feathers. Her hair was let down in soft waves, and her face… When Neteyam tried tracing her features, he realized he couldn’t. The image began to slip away from him, and he felt his body betray him once again…

Suddenly, his eyes flew open, the darkness of the cave enveloping him. His trembling body was arched, palms digging into the soil beneath him, sweat rolling down his face in big drops. Neteyam took a moment to regain his breath, heart pounding.

“It is finished,” Mo’at’s voice broke the silence, words echoing through the cave.

Neteyam winced slightly at the loudness and rubbed his eyes to regain his vision. He could feel the eyes of elderly on him, then the relief in his mother’s voice, as she rushed to his side. Her hands reached for his face, massaging his temples.

“Did you see your spirit animal?” Neytiri asked with a smile, her eyes brimming with curiosity.

Neteyam nodded weakly, a small smile of his own stretching across his lips. 

“I saw an ikran… I was the ikran!” he exclaimed, his laughter filling the cave.

Jake and Neytiri joined in his giddy laughter, the rest of the circle smiling in approval. Neytiri pulled her son into a tight embrace.

“We are very proud of you, son,” Jake said, crouching down next to them and patting Neteyam’s head, knowing exactly what he went through.

“Thank you,” Neteyam smiled, then as if he remembered another vision from his Dream Hunt, continued, “But I saw something else too!”

Mo’at approached him hastily, making a room for herself, as she splayed her fingers against Neteyam’s face. She peered into his amber eyes with curiosity, urging him to continue.

“I saw a woman,” he smiled, the memory returning to him, “She was holding my hand… well, the hand of my Na’vi body.”

Neytiri gasped softly, her eyes widening with shock. Mo’at’s expression remained stoic, though she gripped Neteyam’s shoulder. 

“Did you recognize her, child?” she questioned, concealing her surprise.

“No, I couldn’t see her face,” Neteyam shook his head with a slight disappointment, “She was a Na’vi woman. But I couldn’t see her clearly.” He looked to his father, seeking answers, but found only confusion there. 

Neytiri and Mo’at shared a knowing glance before rising to their feet. Neytiri brought her hands to her chest, anxiety etched onto her features. Jake registered it immediately, now alerted too by their reactions. 

“Is something wrong?” he whispered to her.

She looked back at him, confusion marring her expression. She wasn’t really sure what it meant, only knew that Eywa very rarely sent a vision during the uniltaron. Mo’at circled around Neteyam, the air thick with tension. He waited patiently, his eyes trained on his grandmother, though he was already a little worried by how long she waited to speak. She took a step back and motioned for him to stand up. He complied, his body still weak.    

“The Great Mother had blessed you with another vision, a peek into your destiny,” Mo’at’s tone was serious. 

Jake’s ears perked up, unsure if it should excite him or scare him. He looked around the cave, seeking for a similar reaction, but everyone except him and Neteyam seemed to have an idea of what it meant. 

“What does it mean, grandmother?” Neteyam asked carefully.

“It is time, Neteyam,” Mo’at spoke with a glimmer of pride in her eyes, “The Great Mother thinks you are ready to take a mate. Your journey begins now.”

Neytiri wrapped her arms around her son once more with a bittersweet smile. She seemed relieved by the explanation. Neteyam, like the perfect son, had passed every rite on his own. Now it was time for him to face the rest of his challenges with a woman by his side, someone he would love and cherish. He wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. Jake watched with the same confused expression on his face, ever so often glancing at Neytiri to try and understand how he should react.

“If you have already chosen a mate in secret from the clan, you must reveal it now, child,” Mo’at spoke again. 

“No, grandmother, I have not chosen,” Neteyam shook his head firmly, “I am not mated with anyone.”

“Very well,” Mo’at heaved a sigh, then tilted her head slightly, “Do you have anyone in mind for the role?” 

“No,” he shook his head again, this time slightly embarrassed by his own answer. It was the only thing he lacked so far, “I didn’t have time for that.”

The words brought a pang of guilt to his parents. They both lowered their ears immediately, feeling fully responsible for raising their son with such a weighty burden on his shoulders.

“Good. Then the search begins,” Mo’at announced, “You will hear the answer soon.”

Neteyam felt his heart sink. His mouth hung open, as he looked around the cave for support but the elderly only seemed content with the decision and began to disperse. He would hear the answer? Were they going to decide for him? Of course, arranging bonds was quite common and successful in his clan, especially within the line of Olo’eyktans. Their mates were chosen carefully, keeping in mind that the couples had to be strong enough to lead their people through thick and thin. But he was content with his life as of now, exploring the forests and working on his skills. Neteyam didn’t feel ready, despite his vision. He glanced at his father, who was now frowning and clearly holding himself back from speaking, biding his time until they were left alone to discuss the matter further.

“Neteyam, you should go to the celebration, your brother and sisters have been waiting for you this whole time," Neytiri spoke softly.

"But mother -" Neteyam tried to protest.

"No buts, boy," his father interjected, “You did well. Go celebrate."

“Fine,” Neteyam nodded, his voice falling to a whisper.

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It has been a few days since Neteyam passed his Dream Hunt, but he was already impatient for his grandmother’s decision. It could take her months to make it, yet he couldn’t help the anxiousness. Was he too late to choose a mate for himself? What made it worse was the conversations he overheard between his parents. He tiptoed around the corner of his family tent, his mind already racing with conflicting thoughts. He had gathered every argument and piled it into a high tower, ready to unravel it onto his parents, but as their voices grew louder, he couldn't help but eavesdrop.

"I can’t believe you’re going along with this, Neytiri," Jake's voice echoed, his tone growing more exasperated by the second. "He should have a choice in who he wants to spend his life with."

"He didn’t make a choice in time," Neytiri replied, her voice firm, "But the Great Mother has. A mate has already been chosen by Eywa.”

“And what if he doesn’t like this arrangement? You were in his place once,” Jake was upset. He had never expected Neytiri to agree with Mo’at’s decision.

“Ma’Jake,” Neytiri sighed, “Eywa makes no mistakes. Neteyam received a clear sign, it would be foolish to ignore it.”

Neteyam's heart skipped a beat at her words. His mother seemed determined that it was the right step to take, and deep down, he thought he agreed with her. He had to trust in the wisdom of Eywa. Yet, Neteyam was scared because of his own helplessness. 

“I don’t know…” Jake trailed off. 

It wasn't fair play, arguing with Tsahik’s decision, with Eywa’s signs. Jake may have lived on Pandora for over 20 years, having been reborn as a Na’vi, but he still felt like an outsider when it came to the traditions of the clan. He wasn’t going to enforce his opinions with his position as Toruk Makto and go against everyone. But he also didn’t want to see his son suffer.

Neteyam sighed before stepping into the tent and revealing himself. Both of his parents stiffened, having suspected that he overheard their conversation. He felt caught between two and he had no other choice but to put a stop to it.

“‘Itan,” Neytiri’s expression softened, sensing the uncertainty in his eyes. She walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, “I know that you might feel confused but I believe that accepting Eywa’s sign will lead you to being a strong leader someday. Sometimes we have to make sacrifices, but ultimately the Great Mother looks after us. Our fate is already written.”

“Whatever your grandmother decides, you don’t have to go along with it, if you don’t want to, Neteyam,” Jake added with a strained voice, “Trust your heart.”

Neytiri nodded with a small sigh. She too was conflicted, torn between her trust and her love for her son. The vision during the Dream Hunt was a rare blessing, and Neytiri didn't want Neteyam to miss out on it.

“You have been destined for greatness, ‘itan,” her expression softened, “We will be with you every step of your journey.”

“Thank you,” Neteyam looked between his parents, “But I decided to accept the sign. And I want to make you proud,” he added, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jake and Neytiri exchanged a glance. Neteyam could feel the weight of his clan's expectations heavy on his shoulders, like he couldn’t refuse, no matter how much his parents expressed they would support him. Now, as he looked at their worried faces, he knew he had to put his own desires aside for the sake of his people. 

“Grandmother sent me over to get you. She has her answer,” Kiri’s voice trembled slightly as she delivered the news, interrupting their moment.

Her ears were flat against her skull, face etched with worry for the burden placed upon her brother. She could only hope that he would be happy and at peace with whatever will be decided.

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One man's joy is another man's sorrow. 

Becoming the future Olo’eyktan’s mate, getting accepted into his family, being his family, filling the hole left by the death of her parents. To be granted the ultimate praise and be chosen by Tsahik, be approved, be enough. After losing everything, it all seemed too good to be true to Y/N.

Her heart sunk deep in her chest, voice hitching in her throat before words of protest could even escape. How could she agree to being with Neteyam? Sure, he was handsome, skillful, he was respected and would be sweet to her. But he wasn’t Kaye, wasn’t the one she wanted. Not the one who promised to be hers. No. It was going to be Neteyam, the future Olo’eyktan. The guy who had grown up with the eyes of the whole clan on him. Who was performing all the time, concealed his true feelings. Someone whom she didn’t know well, whom she never saw that way. 

“Y/N, do you accept?” Mo’at asked, her voice louder this time.

Y/N’s thoughts raced faster at the gravity of the question. Mating with Neteyam would fulfill her duty to her people, a duty to carry on the traditions, an opportunity to belong, to be part of something bigger, greater. To finally feel useful, be able to give back to her clan. She glanced at Tsahik and could see the disapproval etched on the older woman’s features. 

Any girl would kill to be in her position. It felt like a slap to even consider rejecting Neteyam, Mo’at was convinced that her grandson was going to be everything and more. She had seen him in her visions since even before he was born. He had a strong heart, was destined to be a leader, guide his clan to a better future, make a happy one for himself too. 

The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, each breath Y/N took felt like a burden on her chest. Jake and Neytiri, who stood nearby, waited patiently, hoping for the answer they wanted to hear but also expecting the one they feared. It was hard to tell apart which was which. Y/N stole another glance at Neteyam, whom she had greeted only a few minutes ago, just before his grandmother revealed her vision of Y/N being mated with him. He looked guilty, chewing on his bottom lip, muscles tense, as he desperately seeked for a reaction from her, anything. He felt the guilt eating away at him, he wasn’t blind, Neteyam had seen they way she was around Kaye. He just couldn’t understand why they had never announced it to the clan. Maybe things wouldn’t be so difficult now… 

“I-I,” she stuttered, “I don’t know what to say, it is a great honor but…”

“But you deny?” Mo’at raised her eyebrows in disbelief, completely baffled with her answer.

“No - yes,” Y/N stammered, shaking her head, “I am only saying that there are many women in the clan who are worthy of becoming the mate of the future Olo’eyktan. Women better than me, who would know how to lead a clan.”

Mo’at pursed her lips together, clearly dissatisfied. Y/N wanted to scream, to run away, to hide from the responsibility that was thrust upon her so unexpectedly. Neteyam's eyes bore into hers, pleading silently for a chance. But she didn't know him, not really. How could she possibly agree to mate with someone her heart didn’t long for? Neytiri shifted uncomfortably, nudging Jake to do something, anything to ease the situation. He sighed, stepping forward to Y/N.

“I know it can be hard to let people take care of you, kid, but sometimes it is okay to let yourself just be,” he placed a hand over her shoulder, his features etched with sincerity, “Your parents were great people. I thought very highly of them, I truly mean it.”

“I know, Olo’eyktan, they respected you too,” Y/N nodded weakly. 

Ever since their passing, Y/N could feel Jake’s protective gaze on her. He had been looking out for her for years now, making sure that people in the clan treated her well. It was him who had asked Mo’at to take Y/N as a student because he saw the potential in her to help others. But now, it was time for him to be taking all that back, and the realization made her heart clench painfully.

“I’ve never told you this but before your mother passed away, I was there with her,” he paused for a moment, “She asked me to take care of you, to make sure you had a place in the clan. And I know of no better way to fulfill that wish than this.”

As he spoke, Y/N's felt like shrinking under the weight of his arm still resting on her shoulder. She couldn’t tell him that her heart belonged to someone else, someone she could never have because she had nothing to offer. Nothing to give, nothing to make his family think she was worthy of him.

“The sign of Eywa was clear,” Neytiri chimed in, drawing attention back to her, “Neteyam had a vision during his Dream Hunt. He saw his mate.”

“But that’s… that never happens during Dream Hunts!” Y/N seemed baffled too.

She looked at Neteyam, hoping for a further explanation, but he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. Shame and pressure showed on his face, as if the argument made by his mother put him into an even deeper pit of despair. 

“It happens rarely,” Neytiri continued, then smiled softly, as if catching up on with her own thoughts, “Very rarely, Eywa sends these signs to exceptional Na’vi. It must be her way of saying that it is time to let somebody else help him on the rest of his journey.”

Useful. It was the precise word Y/N used, whenever she asked for Tsahik’s help during the lessons. When her eyes would go red from the amount of tears she shed when she felt unwanted. When she hid herself from the man she loved because his parents would never accept her. Y/N had always been a hard worker, eager to prove herself in the clan, but no matter how much she did, it never felt enough.

Neteyam watched her with fear and desperation. Now the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to make things work. The pressure of being the perfect son, the future leader, was a weight that he needed to share with someone strong.

Then they saw it. A single atokirina’, a sacred seed that had last appeared to Y/N on the day her parents were killed, floated around her, casting a soft glow over her features. For a moment, nobody spoke, watching the seed with adoring smiles. Y/N's expression softened too, feeling as if the Great Mother herself had blessed her. Eywa had spoken.

“It seems like Eywa tries hard to convince you, my child,” Mo’at's words were soothing, her voice softening as she spoke with adoration for her world.

"To be chosen by Eywa is a wondrous thing,” Neytiri added with a grin.

Y/N’s gaze met Neteyam's, his eyes searching for any sign of what she was thinking. Did he feel the same pressure as her? Did he want this, or was he as trapped as she was?

“Is this really how it works?” Y/N asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“Eywa speaks to us in many ways, my child,” Mo’at nodded.

chapter 2 →

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wisdom kaye's fits are how i imagine some of milo's fits LIKE

like i know literally nothing about fashion but when this man is on my fyp I OBSERVE

his pictures can be found on his twitter @/modsiwW ‼️‼️‼️‼️

#this is more of a personal preference maybe #i found out he had a twitter and i LOOKED #his fits for atla are INSANE #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted milo #milo greer