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I’ve Neglected you Far Too Long

Ao’nung x Hybrid Fem! Reader

No mentions of Y/n though but its implied. Obviously they’re adults- I quite literally mention Ao’nung has tattoo’s. And obviously theres some smut.

Kind of like an arranged marriage scenario. Any words in English are stricken through. If they’re in italics its just emphasis on that word. Starts off with a bit of background, smut is near the end lol, but its a lot of it.

Word count: 9.2K because I got carried away.

I would say it started with my birth. I was granted the luck of being born Kiri’s twin, with a few minor setbacks, although to Neytiri they were enough to refuse taking me in as her own. I was born with the size and appearance of a human- but I was a halfbreed. My features were human but I was the one born with fangs and I had a kuru as well but it was relative to my size, it was still encased in a big braid and reached past my butt, almost mid thigh, yet still had the natives squinting to see it.

If it wasn’t for Jake pointing out that I had a queue and didn’t need an exomask to breathe, one of the Metkayina warriors would have thrown their spear, killing me. I was captured alongside Spider, when they put me in the machine they’d put Spider in, it awakened some telekinetic abilities I didn’t know I had.

But they’re tied to my emotions and I could only ever really use them if I felt strongly about something. Which is why I was able to help kill most of the humans that had hunted the tulkun, I had enough of their interrogations and abuse.

After losing Neteyam, Ronal and Tonowari welcomed the Sully’s into the Metkayina, and were willing to accommodate for Spider only if I were to marry their son. Their reason being that my telekinetic abilities - which seemed to surpass Kiri’s in their eyes- could protect their clan and son if anything like that happened again.

Ronal disliked that I was half human, she didn’t really want me to marry her son with my outward appearance- like one of the tawtute- sky people- but if I could be used to protect her dear son, thats all that mattered to her, keeping her lineage going.

“We could unite the reef clans and forest people.”

Were Neytiri’s words after Ronal had brought up her reasoning. Tonowari had stayed silent with his hands on his knee’s. It was Ronal’s idea for them to kneel so I wouldn’t feel intimidated by their height, but I’m shorter than most humans, so they were still a good head taller than me, maybe two.

“Of course this is your choice, kid.” Jake stated carefully, his hand movements mimicking that of a calm ultimatum, and this was anything but.

I nodded once, then walked out of the tent and sat by the beach. I couldn’t think of anyone other than Spider. If he were to go back to the Omaticaya, he’s be lonely. His entire life revolved around the Sully’s and I couldn’t risk him being kicked out, and I refused to spend any more time away from my sister.

I’d gotten an earful from Neytiri that day about being disrespectful to the clan leaders for leaving the way I did. I had no idea how to respond and she despised me- had I looked like Kiri I’m sure the story would be different, but I’m not like her, my genetics decided to mute the blue and because of that, I’d forever be treated as a human by Neytiri- even if I could breathe the same air as her, even if I can make tsaheylu.

And it has lead me to being bathed in scents that Ao’nung found pleasing. Neytiri and Jake were allowed to voice their opinion on the matter and Jake had mentioned that this smelled of raspberries back on earth.

As tradition, the mother of the groom and any female sibling, or honorary females washed the bride in the scents and got her ready for her soon-to-be husband. And all of the males near and dear to my heart would do the same to the groom. In this case I had told them not to do anything to change his appearance and to leave him as is. Even if he’d made up with Lo’ak, I could never forget the face he made after finding out he was betrothed to me. The shock in his face said it all, he didn’t want me, and I didn’t want him either but at least I was cordial about it.

I had no idea how big of a celebration this would be. Everyone from the clan walked up and wished blessings upon us, a fruitful- and fertile- marriage. I’m glad I stuck around with Spider and learned Na’Vi while we were kids as a lot of the well wishes were very long and I’d kick myself in the face if I had to childishly reply with broken Na’Vi.

Nothing happened that night.

Don’t get me wrong I’m excited and happy we didn’t do what I was told married couples do by Neytiri. She went into greater detail than Norm did about mating as a Na’Vi and how the tsaheylu was a crucial part of becoming connected to ones mate. Most nights I was ignored and we’d go to sleep on separate mats. I’d need to start Tsahik training but I’d need to learn the things Tsireya had learned when she was younger and work my way up in rank. Because of this, Lo’ak was in the lead of becoming Olo’eyktan considering he’s earned their trust and Tsireya knew more about healing.

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“The tattoo’s have different meanings and what one curve could mean for someone, it could be translated differently in another clan members markings.” Tsireya mentions while showing me two nearly identical tattoo’s.

“These are almost identical.” I stated blankly and giggled, placing her hand over her mouth to hide her laughter.

“Yes but you noticed the difference between the two, you said almost. Explain what you see.” She asks.

“This one has what appears to be a smoother execution. This one seems bold, like you used a darker ink? It has jagged edges too.”

“The first one was for a warrior who had just had his inknimaya. Everything went well for him and the skimwing he had bonded with. For the second, not so much, he experienced much pain and eventually managed to execute it perfectly.”

“The second tattoo is slightly bigger, could this indicate multiple tries to his inknimaya?”

“You are a quick learner.” Tsireya smiles at me and I smile back. It wasn’t hard to be genuine around her and she made it hard to hate her. She’s seen me naked more times than my own husband, and she’d only seen me before I got married to him.

By the end of the lesson she struggles to get on her feet from kneeling in front of me and I feel terrible.

“You don’t always have to kneel for us to be the same height, Tsireya. If you wanted to stand I wouldn’t mind.” This isn’t the first time I tell her.

“I need to be flexible.” She states happily.

“For who, Lo’ak?” I ask and start laughing at her embarrassed face.

“I’m sorry, Rey, but these jokes just come naturally to me, I can’t stop them when my tongue is faster than my mind.” I giggle as she huffs and turns her head.

“I’ll make the same jokes when you are with child.”

“No you won’t.” Partly because I’ve yet to consummate my marriage. “I don’t even know if we could have kids considering I’m a half-breed that looks human.” I stated aloud.

“Toruk Macto is a half breed.” She states as if it were obvious.

“Yes, but he has the appearance of a native. It’s easier for him to blend in. Lo’ak is also a half breed and he too can hide with the rest of the Na’Vi. I’m-“ I stop myself before saying anything too harsh, or she’d scold me. “-different.”

“The kind of different my brother needs in his life. Keep trying for children and I will pray that the great mother blesses you!” She says over enthused.

“Sure.” I stated simply, smiling at her. We said our goodbyes and I headed off toward his marui pod.

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“Where have you been?”

“With your sister. Learning.” I stated, I’ve grown to know Ao’nung likes short answers and to never bother him when he was entranced with something- whether it was learning a new trick on a skimwing or sparring. I placed my medical bag down- Kiri made this one for me as a present and I never went anywhere without it.

I can feel his eyes on me while I search in a big box for some herbs to refill my bag. The bag hangs over my chest and does a good job of hiding my stomach- not that its big, I hide it from the sun since I’m often exposed. I’d learned to wear traditional clothes and the loincloths were made in children's size due to my stature. The top was something Kiri had to teach me to make- it resembles a human sports bra but matching my loincloth.

My loincloth was traditional in every sense except it didn’t have a hole for a tail, but it still adjusted and tied off on the side, just like everyone else's.

“Are you hurt?” I ask him once I refill my bag and look up to face him. I’d known of his tattoo’d arms but the one on his face was new. It made his eyes pop and he looked handsome- but that didn’t matter.

“What?” He asks as of he hadn’t heard me before.

“Are you hurt. Do you need something from me?” I asked him and he understands what I mean.

“No.” He answers and turns his face toward the side to look at the floor of his- our, because it technically is ours- marui.

“Then I will head out and assist.” I answered not really caring to give him a chance to respond- let alone process- what I said. But he was faster than I was and his hand reached around my bicep and that stopped me.

He was never one to touch me. Not when it came to helping me learn the way of his village, not now, and not even on our wedding night. I press my teeth on my tongue to prevent myself from saying something smart and I turn to face him. I refuse to talk as I’d always found some way to offend him with whatever I said so I waited for him to speak.

“Do you resent me?” He asks simply and this question is a slap to my face. My face only forms in confusion as my eyebrows knit together and my eyes squint slightly.

“I don’t-“ I began but stopped myself from speaking as he lets go of my bicep. I look over at his hand and back at him feeling more confusion than ever.

“I see.” He answers plainly and I furrow my brows some more before raising one and looking at him.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You don’t have to.” He answers simply and I feel like I’d immediately done something wrong again. “Your face said everything your words could not.”

“But-“

“You should go out and assist my sister. Let her know I held you back if she asks why you are late.” He states before walking past me and heading out the opening of the marui with his spear.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding once the curtain fell shut again. Of course I resented him, he was rude, underestimated me in everything, and never made an effort to get to know me. But I hadn’t said any of that to his face and I was in control of my emotions and knew I didn’t make a face of disgust- but why did he ask the question in the first place?

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“Did you talk to her?” Spider asks as soon as Ao’nung joins the hunting party. Due to his inability to bond with the animals he often rode with Lo’ak.

“Yes.” Ao’nung answered.

“Is she coming to the party tonight?” Lo’ak asks after lightly nudging between Spider’s hips to quiet the grown man in front of him, he sure was nosey today.

“I did not ask.” Ao’nung answers and Spider grumbles.

“The whole point was to-“ Spider stops himself when Lo’ak’s Ilu immediately surges forward. And the hunt began.

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“Theres a lot of people gathering for something outside. Was there something planned for today? Did I have to do something?” I asked nervously once Ao’nung had come into the marui. He must have showered at some point because he didn’t smell like sea air like he usually does after a hunting trip.

“The celebration of our union.” Is all he says while placing his spear on the wall along with his others.

“But we-“

“It’s what you call an Annie-server.” He states in his best english and given the severity of my nerves I couldn’t find the way he fudged up the words funny at this time.

“It hasn’t been a year yet-“ I stop myself as he walks over to pick the accessories he never touches, taking the ones he has on and replacing them with those.

“Has it?” I ask myself quietly.

“It has.” He answers and stops in front of me. One hand on my shoulder but its immediately removed when I look at it.

“Please put these on.” He hands me a matching pair, the one from our wedding- union as they call it. It’s supposed to show that we are harmonious. I try to tie the bands on my anklet together but my fingers keep fumbling and I let out a frustrated sigh.

“Let me help you.” He sits in front of me and offers his hand to take my leg.

“No-“ He takes my leg after letting out a small hiss of his own and sets it on top of his thigh where he leans over and carefully ties the bands together. His hands on my ankle sends a shiver up my spine.

“It’s only done the first year. They will ask invasive questions. I’m glad my sister convinced you to use the soap. Come.” He stands quickly and heads over to the entrance of the marui.

He holds the flap of the curtain open for me to walk through. I was going to comment on why his hair was undone but was met with a bunch of cheers and a celebratory song. I’m awestruck as the clan starts parting and a walkway is created for me. I follow them and end up near the front.

“We have come to celebrate the night this union was made one year ago.” Ronal smiles big at the clan as she announces her words.

“It is time to take on the tradition of the couples.” Tonowari joins in and the crowd basically goes wild. I stand with a fake smile plastered on my face.

“Ao’nung. Face your bride.” Tonowari speaks once more and he steps up in front of me before kneeling respectfully taking my hand and kissing it, making a majority of the girls awe at his gesture, but I knew better, it was a show. I let go of his hand quickly and awaited further instruction.

“This is our clans best kept secret. You will braid his hair to your liking as a symbol of life's twists and turns bringing you together. And he is to maintain the hairstyle or one similar for the rest of his life as his devotion to you.” Ronal states.

My eyes widened and I’m fucked. I can braid for sure, all thanks to Tuk, Kiri, and Neteyam consistently asking me to braid their hair often, but I didn’t know about this was a requirement. If Lo’ak and Tsireya were to have wedded before myself and Ao’nung I would have expected this. But they married about four weeks after we did. And Ao’nung doesn’t let anyone touch his hair. My eyes wandered over to find his staring back at me and I looked down releasing quiet but heavy exhale.

“But before we start, you are to drink this.” Ronal hands me a cup thats decently sized, still huge in comparison to me but good enough to grab.

“This is made up of many many plants and fruits from our clan and has been prayed over with many blessings poured into it from the beginning of the process.” Ronal informs me.

“This drink is to be shared between the two of you. You will speak many blessings in it yourself- in a hushed voice, take a drink and you will hand it off to your mate to receive the blessings.” Ronal smiles and hands the cup over to me.

I’m nervous as shit and am worried I might say the wrong thing but am glad it doesn’t have to be shared aloud. And I take a look into the cup and see the deep red liquid inside and sigh.

“Treat me like the mate I ought to be treated and my face won’t show resentment again.” I whispered into it and took a big chug- considering there was a lot of liquid in there.

I walk over toward Ao’nung and hand him the cup I’d just drank from and he drinks the rest. The cheers coming from the crowd make my tummy tingle and I start feeling weird. I should probably ask Tsireya what kinds of things were included in there to see if its compatible with my human half.

“You may begin.” Tonowari gently nods his head once at me and I nod.

“Could-“ I stop myself and Ao’nungs eyes are burning in mine and nervously chuckle, averting my eyes once more.

“Could you please turn so I can reach your head, Yawne?” I blush harshly at that and the positive whispers in the crowd are making me feel uncomfortable, but I always had to put on a show for them. Ao’nung nods once and does as I ask and I put myself to work.

His tail wraps loosely on my calf and it feels warm. I’m sure this is all for the sake of appearance but it makes it feel like it’s a smidge hard to breathe. I won’t lie, after a long day of chores, or whatever strenuous activity Ao’nung has done his hair looks the best right before he showers. Pieces of it have come out of the braids and are clinging to his face by his sweat- no, stop it.

I’d worked diligently and managed to create the hairstyle he always wears. Except some of the braids on the sides twist to form X’s.

“You barely changed it.” Ao’nung states after feeling around and turning to face me.

“This is how you look best, to me.” I admit.

“Especially when some of these,“ I gently yank out the loose pieces I’d failed to tuck in properly. “Slip out. Like after you finish working.” I find myself gingerly placing my hand on his cheek, I look down at his lips and my eyes slightly widen at my own actions before I remove my hand slowly, making my movements not show how we truly are with one another, and taking a step back.

Several one of the younger girls had held on to the boys courting them and mentioned how they wanted a love like ours and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. If only they knew what our Love really was.

“The last thing for you to do is to decide which one of these your mate has prepared. This will also test to see how well you notice our signature hunting mark.” Tsireya steps back and reveals three fish total that had been cooked. If he managed to hunt with Lo’ak and Spider I’d be more willing to pick out Spiders pathetic excuse of a hunt since he did things the human way. Then I’d have to compare it to Lo’ak’s which might resemble both clans hunting and preparing skills into one and choose the one that least resembled the two. But if they decided to choose at random from other clansmen, I’m screwed.

It suddenly felt like my body temperature had risen and I could feel the slight stickiness that forms on my skin before I start sweating and I feel slightly uncomfortable. I take a look at the three and can tell which one Spider made and fight the urge to giggle. He has talent, but sometimes massacres his huntings, whether he did this on purpose or not I’m thankful to Eywa.

The next two are hard to tell as they’re on similar plates and dished the same. So I focus in depth on the one in the middle and notice it’s one of Lo’ak’s favorite fish to hunt and I want to look at the boy and thank him, but instead look up to Tsireya and smile.

“The one on the left.” I point to it and she smiles back.

“How do you know?” Tsireya asks.

“The cutting pattern is one he chooses often and he knows this is my favorite fish.” I hold a hand on my chest for sentimental value.

The party continued without a hitch and I started feeling hotter by the second before excusing myself while everyone was either drunk, picking at the food table, dancing, or even singing I managed to slide my feet in the water and felt myself cool down significantly.

“Enjoying your anniversary?” Lo’ak asks me as he comes up behind me.

“Sure. Just glad its you and not any nosey person asking me invasive questions. I had an elder ask me if he’s good in bed. I had to lie to someone about my non-existent sex life.”

Lo’ak lets out a laugh and places his arm around me. For being more human appearing than him he always treated me as an equal. I appreciate him for doing that, even if I wasn’t technically adopted alongside Kiri, he always called me his sister.

“What was in that drink?” I asked him and he shrugs.

“I thought you’d know, but I think Tsireya said something about it containing an aphrodisiac?” Lo’ak states and I laugh.

“Come on bro,”

“I’m deadass.”

“Even if it did, nothings coming out of it. He hates my guts.” I sigh and bring my knees to my chest.

“He can’t possibly hate you.”

“Yes he does! Every morning I wake up he’s not there. Every time before bedtime I set out his mat since he comes home after I’ve passed out- and I know this because I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and see him on the opposite side of the room dead asleep.”

“Okay but what about that time you said he cuddled you.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Why not?” He asks.

_________

I lied shivering getting up frequently due to the cold air and having to pee. Ao’nung had come in quite late and I’d woken up for the upteenth time tired as hell and unable to warm myself up.

“Why do you keep getting up. Either stay up or stay asleep.” Ao’nung complains and turns around harshly. I didn’t bother responding as I figured sleep was more important than being petty.

But when I’d finally get comfortable and dozed off, I’d wake up with my teeth chattering and my body shaking, trying to keep warm.

“Aren’t you a half-breed? Why are you still making sounds!” He asks angrily.

“Because I’m still half human! I can withstand colder temperatures than humans can but not by much. Trust me when I tell you I’d much rather be held in captivity and tortured than to be here with you. At least they gave me blankets.” I grumble and get up to go pee once more.

I’d decided to take a long time returning but even when I’d figured he was asleep, as soon as I stepped inside he turned to face me, it looked like he might have been pacing- but I couldn’t be too sure. I’m just glad I went pee before coming back in.

“We do not have blankets right now, but we are often very warm. Maybe if I-“ He gulps. “If I held you, you would not be making noises with your teeth.” He explains.

_________

“Did you take him up on his offer?” Lo’ak asks and I push him.

“I had to. And the next day I asked your mom how the hell I could hand knit a blanket and she made a huge one, thinking it was for us to share. But I didn’t have to bother him on cooler nights again.

“But he did care for you, he came up with a solution.”

“A solution so he could get sleep and my teeth would stop chattering.” I roll my eyes.

“Okay but your favorite fish for today, explain that.” Lo’ak crosses his arms.

“I could easily tell Spider’s mutilation from yours.” I roll my eyes. “And He asked me two days ago what my favorite fish was. I know he hates when I take to long to explain myself- probably because he hates the sound of my voice, so I told him in one simple answer.”

“Did he tell you that?” Lo’ak asks.

_________

“I think I like the tulip thorn because of the way it glows at night. But the stem is also pretty with the way it wraps around and creates a mini shelter. Tuk and I used to take some leaves and tie them down to make a fort and-“

“It was a simple question. I don’t need a story attached to every answer you give me.” He stated harshly.

“Oh,” I state and do a little reflection and cringe at the many times I’d gone off on tangents while talking to him. Or the times when he’d straight up turned and walked out and I’d been left talking to myself for Eywa knows how long.

_________

“You could say that.” I answered back shortly as I didn’t want to bore yet another Na’Vi with my stories.

“Thats all you have to say?” He asks.

“I can tell you just about every negative encounter I had with him and they start from the moment I met him and lead up to this morning. I try to stay out of his way as much as possible. Its all he wants anyway.” I shrug.

“What if he didn’t?” He asks and I look at him wondering what joke he had in mind this time. Tears start to fill my eyes and threaten to fall.

“I don’t think I need a joke about my marriage, Lo’ak.” My voice wavers no matter how strong I wanted to sound.

“Hey, Hey, Hey-“ He’s quick to kneel in front of me and places his hands on my shoulders.

“I wish I could have a love story like you and Reya, or even your parents.”

“I wasn’t making a joke, I swear.”

“I can’t blame you. I’ll never know what its like to be loved.” The tears slide down my cheeks with ease. “I’m stuck with a mate who hates my guts and wishes I was a native with three fingers and three toes instead of this shit-“ I hold out my hands and wiggle my fingers.

_________

“I’m married to you for political appearance. Thats it. And the sooner you can accept that I’d much rather be with my own kind than a four-fingered-freak, the better it will be for you.”

“Don’t think I’m in love with you. You’re an asshole, a jerk, and a bully. Never in my life would I willingly choose someone like you.”

“Then don’t ask me about the status of our marriage anymore. You’re the least attractive thing I could ever lay my eyes on. I won’t ever love you, get that through your thick skull. The sooner the better.”

“You don’t even want to attempt a friendship with me?” I asked taken aback by his outburst.

“With you?” He asks and laughs bitterly. “I want nothing to do with you.” He gets in my face and pushes my chest with two of his fingers to make a point. But I’m not sure how strong he thought I was because he pushes me down. I fall flat on my ass and yelp. Something flashes in his eyes real quick.

“I’m so-“

“Don’t. I receive your message loud and clear.” I swat his hand away and I stand, making sure to walk away as fast as I can.

_________

“That can’t be true,” Lo’ak shakes his head after grabbing my hands with his.

“He might be hard headed but he will come to love you the way I love Tsireya, or how sickeningly my dad loves my mom, or how Spider loves Kiri.”

I hear someone clear their throat from behind myself and I pull my hands from Lo’ak’s and quickly wipe my tears off my face.

“I would like to speak to my mate. Alone.” My shoulders stiffen at his voice and my lower lip trembles.

“It’s okay Lo’ak. Go enjoy the party. I’m sure we’ll head back soon.” I stated as emotionless as possible and he looks between Ao’nung and myself before nodding toward me and walking back. I didn’t look back since I knew him and could hear the clap of his hand on Ao’nungs shoulder. I wish Neteyam were here to witness the amazing man and husband Lo’ak turned out to be for Tsireya.

“May I join you?”

“You requested to speak with me alone.” I stand as I say that.

“Please. Speak.” I state as I try rushing this along. I could feel myself getting warmer, although I’m sure its from the anger I was feeling at him at the moment.

“I-“ He starts speaking and stops. He looks down at the floor and kneels down, the most sincere apology in this clan. “I need to apologize for how I have treated you.”

I can’t help but let out a chuckle at the scenario in front of me and shake my head in disappointment. He furrows the skin where his eyebrows would be if he were human and studies my face.

“What is wrong?” He asks and I feel like a mad woman.

“You expect me to believe you mean that?” I ask him and he looks confused. He makes eye contact.

“You don’t care about me or my feelings, Ao’nung. You only care about your appearance. Tell me that isn’t true.”

“I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you and how I have acted.” He states again and I feel the air being knocked out of my lungs as I let an audible quick exhale and couldn’t breathe in as he held eye contact.

“I have been nothing but ignorant to your needs and I want that to end. I want to get to know you. I want to learn about you.”

“I don’t know what kind of fun party juices you’ve been drinking but I’m not entertaining this. I’ll go talk to your mom and explain we haven’t bonded and you’ll be out of this union.” I start heading back toward the party.

“Please don’t,” He asks under his breath but I heard it, and stupidly turned around.

“This is what you wanted. I’m helping you. Shouldn’t you be thanking me?” I scoff. “The girl you want is probably going to be over the moon when she hears you’re single and untouched.” I stated.

“I want you.” He states loudly. Still in his kneeling position.

“What?” I asked him and feel like the world has shifted. The party music had disappeared and it felt like we were the only ones on the beach. He stands and starts walking but picks me up and continues walking.

“I said I want you.” He looks directly in my eyes and holds my stare as he says that, then turns his head back to focus on where he’s going.

“Yeah I heard you the first time.” I uttered and I could feel something snap in my body. The warmth I felt earlier was in my lower belly and I felt the small zing of- no.

“Then why ask?”

“Because theres no way you- woah.” I stated as I looked to see his pupils were huge. Barely any blue coming through. And it took me until now to realize he’d walked us toward our marui pod.

“You smell so good.” He shoves his nose in between my neck and my shoulder and takes a whiff, and I squeak in surprise.

“Yeah its that soap I used when we-“

“Not that smell.”

“Fuck.” I muttered as his voice had gotten deeper for some reason. “What are you doing.” I asked as he had still not let me down.

“I’ve neglected you far too long.” He lays me down and I’m surprised to feel something soft underneath me. I could feel whatever effects of that stupid mystery drink turning me on and I laid there breathing heavily looking at his face.

“May I kiss you?” He asks and I’m too stunned to speak. I look down to his lips but quickly look back up toward his eyes.

“Why are you being nice? Is the juice affecting you too?” I asked and take my hand to feel his forehead since I’d been feeling warm too. He closes his eyes and-

“Are you purring?” I asked as he manages to nuzzle my hand and make it look like I’d been caressing his face.

“May I kiss you, yawne.” He asks again and his eyes are bearing into my soul.

“I don’t- I,” I struggle to even think this through as a flame fans through my body. “Yes.”

And his lips are on mine. He takes one of his hands and places it on my cheek and I instinctively place my hand on his arm. He prods his tongue out to stroke my lip and I squeal and nip at it. He chuckles before continuing to kiss me and peppers my face with kisses as he moves his kisses down my neck.

“Mm-“ I moan as he starts sucking my pulse point and failed to realize my legs wrapped around his waist- chest I suppose.

“Sit up.” I demand and he immediately does so.

“Am I hurting-“

“Shut it.” I stated and sit on his lap. I used my telekinesis to place his hands on my hips and forced his neck down and feverishly kiss him again. He’s fighting himself as I feel him tremble slightly and his grip on my waist only slightly tightens and I’m mildly upset.

“Move my hips on you, do something dammit.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” He mutters.

“I’ll tell you if you’ve hurt me by screaming in pain, what I need is friction- yes- holy shit-“ I cut myself off and notice just how big his package feels.

“Did I hurt you?” He stops.

“No, you just feel- huge. Oh my Eywa is it going to fit?” I ramble and he moves me back over his lap and I grunt.

“I pray it does.” He grunts before kissing down my neck once more. His hand trails up to untie my top and I pause.

“May I take this off?” He asks so sweetly and I bite my lip and nod. He pulls the fabric tying it together and it becomes loose, I slip out of it and he goes back to kissing me and I’m disappointed in his silence.

He smiles cockily when he comes up for air and I want to punch his face but he says the sweetest thing before I can form a fist.

“I’m the luckiest man on pandora.” He kisses down my chest and takes one nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue on my nipple.

“Ao’nung,” I moan as he pinches my other nipple.

“I like when you say my name like that.” He speaks directly to me, fully unashamed, and kisses my mouth.

His fingers trail down toward my ass, he cups my cheeks with his massive hands and kneads them, in the process he’s grinding me on his dick.

“Ao’nung-“ I moan again and try to push myself away from him but he takes my mouth into his and places the tip of his tongue in my mouth playfully stroking my own and I’m wet a hell from that action alone- and partly because of that juice.

“Yes, Yawne?”

“Take it off. Now.” I grunt and stand quickly without realizing his hand had already found the string and as I stood, my loincloth was untied and fell off.

“Yeah, luckiest man on Pandora.” He repeats his statement from earlier and I can’t help but roll my eyes.

“Have you ever-“ I stop myself from speaking and suddenly feel very self conscious.

“No.” He states fully and we both seem to be coming out of whatever the juice was doing to us- but only for a slight second.

“Have you?” He asks me and sits up.

“Never.” I admit and look away but feel my face being pulled back towards his in the gentlest way.

“We will learn with each other. We go as far as you want. I don’t want to pressure you to doing something you do not want.” He reassures me and kisses my lips again.

“So what now?” I asked him and he smiles.

“Lie down my sweet syulang.” He gently nudges me down and I follow his instructions. I can feel whatever flames were in my stomach before start to take over the nerves once again.

“Spread your legs.” He instructs and I follow and look up at the ceiling.

“Look at me, Yawne.” And I do. “You smell so sweet.”

“Wait, what are you-“ I ask before he licks a fat stripe on my pussy and I gasp.

He carefully wedges his tongue to spread my lips apart and I moan as he licks upward. He’s gently holding my thighs open but my hands felt empty. As if reading my mind his hands snake up to hold mine, the fists I once had were now warming up with his hands in them.

“Ao’nung rutxe, don’t st-ahh,” I’m the one letting his hands go and reach down toward his head and manage to tangle my fingers in there well enough to control his heads movements.

“You taste sweet, too.”

I now know why he’d held my thighs open earlier as I’m currently trying to suffocate him with them but the pleasure is too good and his tongue keeps circling on my clit and it all feels so good. And I feel something go in me at a gentle pace and the once building orgasm has muted as I feel it moving around.

“Ah-“ I open my eyes and look down to see he’s got one finger inside me and he’s staring me down. His finger stills but doesn’t pull out.

Does it hurt? He signs with his other hand

“N-no, just different, my fingers aren’t as thick as yours so this feels-“ I stop myself from rambling as he places a second finger in gently and I squeeze down hard.

“Ahh-“ I wince and try to withdraw but he stills my hips.

“Breathe, yawne. If I pull out now it could hurt worse, I will pull out if thats what you want but I’ve been told to tell you it gets better.”

“Told by who,”

“Is that really what you’re worried about?” He asks and I shake my head.

“It helps to forget the pain,”

“I can do that.” He immediately uses his thumb to circle my clit again and the pain subsides.

“Will it fit?” I ask again as his other hand is busy playing with my nipples.

“Yes.” He states but before I can ask if he’s sure he moves up to kiss me, and I just remembered how much bigger he was, yet he was being this gentle with me?

“Go faster my love,” I moan and connect out lips and start feeling pleasure from this experience. And he goes faster.

“Yes that spot, hit that again,” I clench my teeth at the overwhelming feeling I’m getting from his fingers and he smiles.

“Whatever you say, my love,” He smiles genuinely and it melts my heart. He leans down to kiss me again.

“Yes go faster, rutxe,”

“You don’t have to say that for me to go faster. You say and I’ll do. Always.” He says while going faster

“Kiss me.” And he kisses me.

“Again-“ He kisses me again.

“Mate with me,”

He unties his loincloth with one hand and slips out of it easily and the sight of his penis has my eyes widening. He tells me he’s going to slide his fingers out and does so but my eyes are on something else entirely.

“Theres blood on my fingers-“ He stares at his fingers in horror.

“Thats normal- for me.” I take his hand and hold it close to my chest. “On Earth, when you have sex for the first time, this happens. The custom- a long time ago- used to be to do this for the first time in your wedding night with the person you love.”

“It is a sign of loyalty?” Ao’nung questions and I nod.

“It’s like tsaheylu.”

“Then let us complete our custom.” He grabs his braid and brings it forward, his white tendrils moving in all directions.

“Are you certain?” I ask him and he smiles, giving me a peck real quick. He grabs my braid for me but before connecting looks me directly in my eyes.

“Are you certain?” He’s asking so sweetly while making sure our braids don’t connect.

“Yes.”

And the feeling itself is euphoric. My pupils are blown wide I’m sure, I could slightly feel them getting larger. I can feel how fast Ao’nung is breathing and can feel the strain of his cock as if the feeling were my own. I could feel how his heart was beating and the same warmth had settled over his own belly.

“Nga yawne lu oer,” Ao’nung states breathlessly.

“I love you, too.” I respond in english

It’s like he understood what I meant as he leans down to kiss me and manages to settle me in missionary. He lifts his head up and looks down between us and back up at me. I nod and feel him start to get nervous.

“It’s okay.” I place a hand on his cheek and gingerly stroke it.

“I don’t want to hurt you,”

“Have I screamed in pain at any point?” I ask and he smiles, kissing me again. He looks down between us and places his cock in his hands and guides it in slowly. I could feel my body clenching in anticipation and I shut my eyes harshly.

“Shit.” I grunt and squeeze harder when I feel the head sliding in slowly. The stretch burned real bad and at this point I stopped breathing.

“Breathe my love,” He gently strokes my clit after stopping just after his head had been pushed in.

“Ma’nung, you’re big.” I groan and throw my head back as the subtle sparks of him rubbing my clit start to fan the flames more.

“You’re so tight I might burst too soon.” He strains and I start to relax.

“Thats a compliment on Earth-“ I try to laugh and he slaps my thigh.

“Ahh!” I whine and he goes back to rubbing my clit and I moan immediately after.

“I’m going to keep pushing-“ He starts and as he does I can feel a sense of fullness but also his length dragging heavily on my g-spot and I moan.

“If you don’t move some more, I will cut your penis off.” I threaten and I can tell he’s confused by the sudden change of pace but I know he can feel what I feel.

“Shit, is that me?” He asks and I open my eyes to see him biting his lip, one of his fangs poking out, I look down myself and see a small bulge moving in my lower belly.

“Yes thats you-“ I moan as he’d started sliding out and his cock continues rubbing against my G-spot, it feels like the many orgasms I brought myself to happening all at once.

“Go faster-“ I whine and he does, snapping his hips at a steady pace and it feels so damn good.

“Faster-“ and he follows my command, not once questioning me.

“You’re swallowing me so easily, you feel so soft rubbing all over, and your stomach is- fuck-“ He cuts himself off and seems unsure of where to stare, at my pussy swallowing his cock or at my stomach as it plays peek-a-boo with him.

“Yawne, I’m too close-“

“I’m coming Ao’nung-“ I whine and feel myself spasm around his cock as I blubber on some stupid Na’Vi mixed with english non-sense.

Not once had he stopped thrusting his hips and the feeling of my orgasm continuously being stroked on had started what felt like the build of another one.

“Cock so good I’m coming twice-“ I groan in English and he starts whining himself. I never knew Na’vi men were vocal, and for some reason, the question can I come? Kept replaying in my head. Realizing I was still connected to Ao’nung I reach my hand up and pat his arm and he opens his eyes, lust evident on his face.

“You can come my love-“

The look of relief washed over his face but I could still feel like he was holding back. More of his thoughts flood my mind.

“Do it.” I confirm and he leans his whole body over mine, hitting spots I thought he was hitting before, quite literally fucking me so dumb I forgot my own name. His thrusts feel even more powerful at this angle and he bites the skin between my neck and my shoulder. His come washes over the both of us as I have my second orgasm and massage the spurts of come from his dick, coaxing more to come out with every wave of pleasure I felt. He lazily kisses me and pulls out, I hiss from the sting of his fat head stretching me open.

“Come here-“ Ao’nung quite literally lifts me to lay on his chest as we both catch our breath.

“I meant it.” He says while lazily stroking my back, but he didn’t have to explain, we were still connected, I already knew.

“I do too.” I sigh and lean into his chest to listen to his heart beat lulling me to sleep.

_________

I wake up and realize my body is being caged in but I felt warm and comfortable so I stayed snuggled up in what I thought was my blanket.

“Good, you’re awake.”

My eyes have never snapped open so quick after hearing that voice. His morning after voice was deep and sensual and it had me tingling. I look up to see that it was still dark.

“It’s not morning yet.” I groan and get comfortable again.

“Yes, my love, but I need some assistance.” He states as if he were straining and I turn my head to see him struggling with another boner.

“Oh my-“ I turn quickly. “- how long have you been dealing with that!” I asked and he whines.

“You’ve spent the entire time grinding me while you slept, I didn’t want to wake you, but we mate up to three times during one session.” He tries saying it in a nice way but I understood what he meant.

“Slide it in next time.”

“But you were sleeping.”

“I know, Ma’nung, but nothing better than waking up to an orgasm, or being loved on.” I stated while sliding one leg up, still laying sideways.

Ao’nung is hesitant, but we were still connected by our bond too. I was surprised.

“I forgot you have a fat head-“ I groan as he slides it in and gives me time to adjust but also feeling instant relief to be back inside me. The hand underneath my waist snakes over to rub my clit as he pumps pathetically inching in very slowly, but I could feel what he felt.

“Come inside my love-“ I moan as he comes inside for the second time tonight, letting him continue thrusting lazily while sliding across my G-spot.

“You feel so warm, so good, I can’t get enough.” He groans while continuing the same movement and I could feel him getting hard again.

“Is this why your mom is pregnant for the sixth time?” I asked and he ignores me but wraps his hands around my body, pulling me closer to him.

“Can I come again, my love?” He asks while his thrusts are becoming more powerful.

“How many more times can you come tonight?” I asked and start meeting his thrusts in the middle, feeling the familiar sensation about to snap in my belly.

“As many times as it takes to make you round with child, I can’t wait to see you waddle with my life inside of you-“

“Fill me to the brim,” I groaned as he continues thrusting while imagining myself pregnant with his children. But the mental images he was seeing began flashing in my mind and he wanted to fuck me while pregnant, pushing my body past its limits and taking me in every position.

“Come my love-“ He grunts in my ear and all I can do is squeeze around his cock and moan loudly.

_________

“You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?” He teases while thrusting in my cunt ever so slowly while he held me against the tree.

“No,” I try to stay quiet but he only slaps his big hand over my mouth.

He’d decided to fish on the docks today instead of following a hunting party and when he’d finish casting his third net full of fish he’d told the guys he was with that he’d be back in a few. I’d been picking seashells with his mom and sister when he called me away and lead me to where we were.

“You’re such a pathetic thing, Yawne,” He glides his dick over my G spot effortlessly and I’m a mess, I’m struggling to keep my eyes open.

“Eyes on me, my love, I want to see what I do to you.” He smiles cockily and I whine loud enough for him to hear.

“I want to come-“

“No.” He states firmly and slides his cock back in. “Be good for me and we’ll see if you deserve to come, my love.”

“Kiss me-“ I demand and he leans in, gently taking in the back of my neck and kissing me sweetly.

“G-go faster-“ I pant as he does and my eyes roll back.

“Come my love, come.” Ao’nung instructs me and I bite my lip as I release myself all over his cock.

“No don’t pull out,” I hold on to his hand tightly as if thats where I needed to hold him.

“We have to go back and-“

“I need you, Ma’nung,” I complain and he smirks.

“Of course, how could I have been so dumb,” He states and starts thrusting even faster.

“Ah!” I moaned and he slaps his hand over my mouth again.

“How can something so small be so loud?” He groans in my ear while he thrusts into me. My toes were curling as if they had a mind of their own and he was only holding me by my waist with one hand, he’s so fucking strong.

“How can someone so big be so big-“ I groan as he resorts to moving me up and down on his cock.

“I want to torture this orgasm out of you, my love. I want to make you the same babbling mess you were last night.” His voice was deeper and he was starting to grunt with every thrust. His hand came down from my mouth and stroked my clit lazily.

“Please let me come-“

“No.”

“Thats what you said earlier and you still let me-“ I whine and he forcefully grabs my cheeks to pull my face closer toward his.

“You cum when you only know my name and nothing else.”

I squeezed on him harder.

“You like when I’m rough with you, huh.” He places his hand on my chest and I grab it and place it on my neck without flinching and gently squeezes the sides and I could feel myself squeezing his cock once more.

“No, I w-wan- come.”

“Not dumb enough my love.”

_________

“Is anything off lim-limi- limits with y-you?” I asked as he thrusts under the water while his thick cock glides in and out of me.

“No. Never.” He groans before going faster. “You’ll be the death of me, now shut up and come.” He states while circling my clit.

“I don-don’t wanna-“ I whine but was to sensitive to hold on any longer.

“Yes you do, I can feel it. And not because we’re connected.”

_________

“Yawne please!” Ao’nung cries as I slide down further.

I’d mentioned riding once and he had been asking every single day if we could try it, but I wasn’t sure how feasable it would be, only because he’s huge and the thigh strength I’d need would need to come fro Eywa herself.

“This isn’t easy for me either!” I groan and completely slid down his cock and met his hips. Realization hits me as he hugs my body into his own.

“No you better not-“

“I’m coming~” He moans in my ear and it triggered my own orgasm.

_________

“Quiet my love.” Ao’nung shushes me.

“Please,” I beg and he thrusts harshly into me and I moan again.

“I love you-“ He states in English.

“Nga yawne lu oer-“ I whine back as he circles my clit with his thumb. He slams back in again.

“I like seeing you fucked dumb, my love.” He responds in English again and I’m going crazy.

“How bad do you want to come?” He asks in Na’vi and I can’t comprehend the question at all and babble some nonsense.

“I need you to come, sweet girl.” He coo’s and covers my mouth to muffle my sounds with his own in a deep heated kiss.

“Thats it, my love,” He coo’s as he joins me, still managing to gently caress my cheeks at his highest point of euphoria.

_________

“Have you told her it was an aphrodisiac?” Neytiri asks and Lo’ak rolls his eyes.

“Yes Ma’am.” He replies.

“Good.” Ronal states while working on cutting the fruit she had.

“Was this necessary?” Tsireya asks while sneaking a couple of the fruit pieces for herself since she was expecting.

“All the necessary, my sweet girl.” Ronal stated to her daughter.

“If not for that small lie they would not be sneaking around horribly and procreating like they are.” Neytiri points out.

“They’re sneaking around in public and doing that?” Taireya’s eyes widen In shock and Lo’ak laughs.

“Of course they are. Just the other day, Ao’nung said he couldn’t come hunting because he had to pick some tulip thorns from the tree’s for her. They grow in the ground.”

Ronal laughs at this too and shakes her head.

“Maybe she will become pregnant soon like us.” Kiri happily continues creating medicine or saves from the peels of the fruit.

“Human male and Hybrid Na’vi can procreate. Lets see if Na’vi nale and hybrid Na’vi can do the same.” Ronal smiles.

“I believe they can. Our world is changing.” Neytiri comments.

#avatar #avatar smut #aonung #aonung x reader #aonung x reader smut #avatar the way of water #loak x tsireya #spider x kiri #afab reader #avatar the way of water smut

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berriblossom · 5 months

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Cold hands and warm love

[Date with Death : Casper x Reader] [i am positively obsessed with this man that he's making write again| spoilers for endings#3 btw and the story.]

There's something so oddly soothing watching Casper sleep with Azrael in his arms, all snuggled up without a care in the world. His ghostly white locks sprawled against your shared bed sheets. His eyes ever so softly flutteribg against his pale cheeks, the rays of sunlight dance across his face, almost creating his own personal golden hour.

You chuckled at the idea. Casper wasn't a huge fan of super bright things. Even when you managed to convince him to walk outside your apartment with you, he dons a pair of black shades and scowls at everything. Now that you think about it, he's even more like a black cat than anything, rather than a sign of bad luck but rather for his sassy attitude and his dislike for certain things.

As you quietly watch from your desk, with your pet sitting in the empty sunny spot of the bed, you think back to how long its been since tou winning the bet and being a somewhat embodiment of life while your sweet little now former Grim Reaper is the opposite.

Goodness, one small picture shouldn't hurt? Besides, Casper can't argue with how many not-so-sly pictures he has taken of you randomly as of late. Even changing his profile pick of you sleeping with Azrael while you napped on your bed after work. He tried fighting it off, saying he mainly picked the picture because Azrael looked so good in it while you just happened to be there....no other reason...(he said this while fighting off a flustered face while gazing back at the picture. He then denied making it his lockscreen too.)

You picked up your phone and began to open the camera feature and angle the camera to get the best picture possible. Hell you even move from the desk to hover slightly over Casper and your pet to get the best angle. "Stay right there pretty boy....just perfect..." you mumbled while snapping a few silent pictures. You went to adjust his snowy hair to move from his beautiful face. Just as you touch his cool face, sleepy red eyes flutter open and the iconic pout appears on the reapers face.

"Sunshine....what are you doing? Why do you have your phone like that..." Casper's eyes flutter as he fights off the sunlight beaming through the blinds, all while his sour pout turns into a playful one. Your pet scatters away while Casper tries to snatch your phone away to see the sneaky pictures you've taken of his sleeping figure.

"Ah ah ah! Nope, absolutely not pretty boy, if you can take pictures then so can I!" You shuffle off the side of the bed while Casper jumps up to grasp your hand and to get those pictures. You tease and weave yourself away from him and the bed, sitting on the edge you laugh at how pouty and upset Casper is.

His frustration only exceeded when you decided to flash him the adorable and beautiful picture of him in his sleeping form. As casper has told you before, reapers do not need to sleep or eat. But the idea that he was so comfy in your blanket and bed, cuddling Azrael closely. It just made you want to tease your little reaper to bits. Though sadly your teasing and fun was put to an end.

Suddenly, you felt two strong cold hands wrap around your torso and squeeze you gently. You could feel Caspers lips against your neck as he mumbked for you to please delete the picture. As adorable and pretty as he could be in those moments...the little rat decided to try and tickle you to get you to give uo your phone.

Luckily you were quick enough to slip from his grasp again(heh get it) and make your way back to your bed while cherishing your sweet victory. "Sorry casp, but you look too good! I might make this my profile picture on the chat room too!" His frustrated groans on embarrassment only fueled your decision.

"Sunshin pleeasseee....just....atleast make it your lockscreeb to while your at it...since you can't stop looking and staring at me. Just can't get enough, silly mortal.." ah his ability to bounce back is incredible as ever. But still it was fun while it lasted. Casper came to join you on the bed while bringing you back close to him...somethibg about "being warm." But you did not mind.

You'll never mind, your soul brings him warmth, his perfect heater if youll say. You chuckle as he scrolls through his camera roll whie trying to find a picture of you(an god awful one) to place as his profile picture on the chatroom. Yeah its going to be a long day. But you never minded.

#xoxokuki💜#kuki's writing #xokuki writes #xokuki blog #date with death #a date with death casper #a date with death #casper x reader #date with death x reader #date with death grim #i named my pet Bobi hes a hunny teehee

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justmediocrewriting · 5 months

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“You’re not that dumb, are you?” {v.s}

Summary: Sanji seriously can’t figure what it is he had done to offend you or make you dislike him, but he’s sure he had to of done something; you avoid him like the plague, and if Sanji doesn’t figure out why soon, he’s going to spontaneously combust right there in the galley.

Or: the one in which Sanji is completely oblivious to the crush you have on him, until he isn’t.

Genre: fluff

Requested: ❌

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: Sanji x fem!reader

Warnings: reader is afab, she/her pronouns, use of (y/n)

A/n: so this cute little idea was tickling in the back of my head because i have this headcanon that even though Sanji is the worlds biggest flirt and a major lover of women, he genuinely can not tell when a woman actually has a crush on him, and thus this was born lol. I hope you all enjoy! And don’t forget to leave a like if you did, and don’t be shy to send in a req if you like the way I write! ❤️

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It had been occurring for weeks, and if he were being honest, Sanji truly felt as if he were going absolutely crazy.

Sanji was not a perfect human being; he knew this, and he was all too aware of his own flaws — but he didn’t believe he was a bad person. On the contrary, he felt he was more likable than he was dislikable, and the crew for the most part seemed to share his same opinion.

Except for you.

Sanji didn’t know what it was about him that bothered you, but there had to be something there, considering the fact that you went out of your way to ensure you would never end up in a position in which you were to be alone with him, and whenever he was around, you avoided his eyes, and his attempts at conversation were generally ignored — it was quite irksome, and the smug little smirks Zoro sent his way any time it happened definitely didn’t help.

At first, Sanji thought perhaps it wasn’t him, but you. Upon first meeting he noticed the rather shy disposition you possessed, so in the beginning, Sanji just chalked your avoidance of him up to nervousness and the need to settle in. But as time went on, Sanji observed you — Sanji was always observing, mentally clocking the conditions and stability of his crewmates — and his gut twisted when he noticed you growing warmer to every other crewmate except him; you even seemed to be comfortable with Zoro, now.

Sanji tried his best to not let this fact affect him, and he instead tried to compartmentalize and break down the reasons as to why before automatically jumping to any unpleasant conclusions; perhaps you had warmed up to the others faster simply due to exposure. When Sanji had landed on that particular conclusion, he decided the best course of action to take would be to ease into a closer bond with you.

His attempt at that had quickly gone awry; the ship had docked at a small island, one fairly well known for its bountiful fruit and vegetable harvests, and Sanji was set on making a list of the crew’s current food stores, but when he’d entered the galley and noticed you — just you, without Usopp or Nami flanking you as he’d grown accustomed to seeing — his initial task had been swept away to be replaced by another.

You hadn’t yet noticed his presence, as your nose was pointed down and buried in a rather thick looking book, one hand wrapped delicately around a mug resting on the hanging table, and Sanji couldn’t refrain from taking the chance to really look at you.

Your hair was pulled up into a messy bun atop your head, a few stray locks falling from the hold of your hair tie and framing the delicate features of your face, and Sanji’s heart stuttered in his chest at the way your soft lips mouthed the words of the book as you read. Sanji knew you were attractive, had thought so since the first time he’d laid eyes on you, but with your near constant avoidance of him, it was difficult for him to be able to take any time to map your features; and Sanji was feeling eternally grateful that he was given the opportunity, and part of him didn’t want to announce his presence, because he had the sinking feeling that once you noticed him, you’d be flying out of the galley at mach ten.

But that was also another problem that Sanji was dead set on rectifying, so he pushed away any unpleasant feelings and decided to announce his presence in a way that wasn’t overly shocking — but he had underestimated your level of skittishness, and the moment in which he decided to clear his throat was the exact same moment in which you’d decided to take a sip from your mug, with which held steaming liquid within.

The instant the sound left his throat you jumped, your head snapped up and you lost your grip on the mug — leading it to falling into your lap, the contents spilling over your front and your thighs. Sanji’s heart froze inside his chest as a loud hiss escaped your lips and you slammed your knee into the bottom of the table in a frenzied scramble. Your beautiful face contorted into an expression of pain, and before Sanji could even think twice about it his body was moving, propelling him to your side in an instant.

“I’m so sorry, love, are you okay?” Sanji pushed out, hand flashing forward to grab your arm and pull it gently out of the way so he could examine the damage. Sanji winced as he noticed your legs were bare, the skin at the top an ugly shade of irritated red, and worry lanced through his gut. Tugging on your arm gently, Sanji coaxed you out of your seat.

“Come on, let’s get to the sink. We need to cool the skin before it scalds.” Sanji would have been surprised when you quietly let him lead you from the table to the counter if it weren’t for the sheer panic he was feeling. Twisting the cold tap hurriedly Sanji ripped the towel from the cabinet handle just below the sink and shoved it beneath the stream, thoroughly wetting it then ringing it out slightly before moving to place it against the burns —

Sanji nearly winced at the resounding slap that split through the galley when you smacked his hand away. Without much to offer in explanation you ripped the wet towel away from his hand and it suddenly dawned on him — he was about to place his hand in a spot that was highly inappropriate, even if the intentions were caring in nature. Sanji flushed and despite the situation, his eyes roved over your plush thighs in a way that was starkly opposite than checking damage. Feeling utterly disappointed in himself, Sanji parted his lips to apologize, but you beat him to it.

“Ah, I’m sorry.” You said softy, avoiding his eyes. “T-thanks, Sanji, but I’ve got it from here.”

Sanji barely had the time to register your words (he was still frozen from the absolute beauty that was your voice speaking directly to him, saying his name) before you were scurrying away, water dripping a small path from the sink to the door out of the galley.

Days had passed since the incident in the galley, and you hadn’t uttered a word to Sanji since — you didn’t even really look in his direction, and when he’d come to return your book to you and ask how you were doing, you only gave him one seldom nod and then snatched your book away before slamming the door in his face.

Only this time, Sanji couldn’t really blame you.

Of course, there was no way you could have known of the brief indecency he’d given you, but the fact that he’d startled you enough to cause you to burn yourself was enough of a reason to be angry at him, in his opinion — but his understanding of the situation didn’t make it any less irritating.

Only now, he was irritated for a different reason.

Sanji felt as though hearing his name on your lips was like taking a hit of a strong drug; ever since he had experienced it, he just wanted more. Sanji wanted to hear you speak to him, not just around him; he wanted you to converse with him, to tell him all the things that you’d already told everyone else about yourself, and, selfishly, he wanted you to tell him more — to tell him things that you’d never revealed to anyone, not even Usopp or Nami.

Sanji wanted to look into your eyes and commit them to memory, so that he could see the vibrancy of them even when he closed his own. He wanted to watch the way your lips formed words, and he wanted to hear that delicate laugh bubble from your throat because of him — and that was the crutch of it all.

Sanji wanted all of this for himself.

He wanted all of it because of himself.

And Sanji knew it was selfish, knew it was immature, because he also knew why he wanted all of this; it was because he had been deprived of it for so long.

And wasn’t that such a childish way to look at it?

Sanji couldn’t help but compare himself to a toddler being jealous of another’s toy — any time he watched you swapping words and laughs with someone else, even Nami, Sanji would feel envy bubbling beneath his skin, scratching his brain to try and figure out why you’d felt him undeserving of your time and attention. It sounded truly vain, if he was being honest.

But Sanji just couldn’t help it.

Something about you was drawing him in, making him itch for more, for anything, even the smallest morsel of attention or acknowledgement.

Sanji just needed to talk to you, or something. Get to the bottom of whatever it was — maybe if you could both put it to bed, these annoying desires would fade away.

“That fish personally insult you, or something?”

Sanji’s head snapped up at the sound of Nami’s voice, lips opening but no words slipping past them.

Nami rolled her eyes and gestured to the still intact fish resting on the cutting board. “You’ve just been glaring at it.”

Sanji’s eyes widened and his cheeks felt warm. He hadn’t even realized he had been so distracted that he hadn’t begun his lunch preparations. Recovering, Sanji sent Nami a small smile and quickly grasped the cutting knife to start in on the beheading and skinning. From his periphery he noticed Nami giving him a strange stare, and he was more than prepared for it when she asked him if he was okay.

“I’m fine, love, don’t worry about me.”

Nami scoffed as if she didn’t believe him but to his relief she didn’t pester; instead she thunked her ink pen once on the table before repositioning it to draw on her chart once more — Sanji wasn’t sure how he could explain what was distracting him without it coming off as too accusatory or abrasive.

But hell if he wouldn’t try.

“Say, you’re pretty close with (Y/N).” Sanji started, not looking up from his handiwork. He heard more than saw Nami lean back against the couch, and he could only picture that she had her arms crossed over her ribs.

“I am, I suppose. Why?”

Sanji bit his lip in thought, wondering if he should just drop the whole conversation before he could take it to the point of no return, but he needed to know; he needed to understand what it was he’d done or said to make you hate him. And if you’d told anyone why, he imagined it would be Nami.

“It’s just… does she hate me, or somethin’?”

Now Sanji couldn’t refrain from looking at Nami, bashfulness be damned. He needed to see Nami’s eyes, so that he could know if whatever her response was would be genuine. What he didn’t expect, though, was for Nami’s eyes to widen comically, nor did he expect her to double over with laughter. It took a few seconds for her to catch her breath, and when she did, she gave him the most vibrant, teasing smile he’d ever seen grace her face. Sanji would be stunned by the beauty of it if he wasn’t so confused by her reaction.

“You’re not that dumb, are you?”

Sanji thought himself akin to a fish when all he could do was flap his lips at her wordlessly, brows furrowing to the point he worried they might stick. Sanji didn’t know what to say to that; was Nami being rhetorical or serious?

“Look, Sanji, she doesn’t hate you.” Nami finally recessed, but the mirthful amusement was still evident in her tone. Sanji wet his bottom lip, relief warring with confusion in the pit of his mind.

“But she avoids me. She won’t even look at me.”

“She looks at you a lot. You just don’t see it.”

Sanji was once again rendered speechless — a part of him wondered if Nami was simply pulling his leg, or if she knew something he didn’t; something she clearly thought should be obvious, if the look on her face was anything to go by.

Nami heaved a great sigh and gathered up her chart and pens, along with her other various navigation gear, and tucked it into her rucksack before rising from the couch. Resting her hands against the counter she leaned forward, the tease in her eyes making Sanji do the same, not even noticing when the tip of his tie grazed the slimy flesh of the fish.

“For a ladies man, you sure don’t know much about them. You should remember that there’s more than one reason that a person may avoid another.” Nami whispered, and with barely a glance back she breezed swiftly from the galley, leaving Sanji more confused and fuddled than ever before.

For the rest of the evening, Sanji continued to toss and turn Nami’s words around in his head; but no matter how much he picked and pulled at them, dissected them and put them back together, he just couldn’t figure it out.

Surely Nami didn’t mean for her words to be as cryptic as they were. Nami wasn’t one to be cryptic; she was blunt and upfront, and unashamed or frightened to speak her mind — it was one of the many traits that Sanji admired in her.

Throughout your time with the crew, Sanji noticed that you were similar to Nami in that respect — you weren’t afraid to put in your own input on certain situations or decisions, and most of the time, your input was quite enlightening and helpful. You also weren’t scared to fight for your own beliefs, even if it meant engaging in a verbal altercation with one of your friends. Outspoken and vibrant with pretty much everyone on the crew, you were, and it was something Sanji found very attractive and annoying at the same time — because you weren’t nearly that strong around him, had never gotten in an altercation with him, choosing instead to avoid him.

Nami said you didn’t hate him — but why else would you avoid him, avoid eye contact, refuse to be alone with him? Why else would your face flush any time you met his eyes accidentally? Why else would you stare at him in secret instead of approaching him?

Sanji promptly dropped the whisk into the bowl of pancake batter, because oh —

Oh.

There’s more than one reason that a person may avoid another.

Oh. Shit.

The blushing, the avoiding, the staring in secret… it wasn’t because you hated him — it was because you liked him.

A smile broke on Sanji’s lips and he pulled the whisk out delicately with the tips of his fingers, a warm, fluttery feeling erupting in his chest.

Sanji would have to thank Nami later.

#opla #opla sanji #opla sanji x reader #Drabble #one shot #one piece #op #x reader #reader insert

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dungeonpuppykai · 2 months

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Dating Joel Miller

Pairing: Bf!Joel Miller | Reader.

Warning(s): Age gap (reader is in their 20's), allusions to mature activities, mild d/s dynamics, fluff, cg!Joel, Daddy kink, begging, making out. I'll be safe and say minors do not interact.

Setting: TLOU 2.

He's definitely an experience.

Single-handedly rocks your world in more ways than one.

So, so laid-back it's fucking sexy.

Definitely tames the brat out of you.

What he says goes because he's older and knows better.

Or?

You live to learn he was right.

So smug when that happens.

Not very vocal about his feelings but cares for you so much.

The littlest of things that can easily be missed, Joel makes a point of remembering.

Won't ever openly admit it though.

Tough love in an endearing way.

From your favorite snacks to your preferred clothing, to the kinds of flowers or things you like to collect to getting you food whenever he does for himself and picking out the condiments you dislike to being mindful of the drink you prefer with it, he's got it all covered.

A total ass when it comes to training and you best believe he doesn't hold back on it. After everything that's happened, he wants you to be prepared for anything and everything.

Only rolls his eyes and shakes his head when you're being the kid that you are with Ellie and Co.

Simply snorts when you all tease him for being a geezer.

Because he knows that all it takes him is one certain look if it goes too far.

And you are whimpering into your place like a puppy yanked by their leash.

Besides, you can act all high and mighty as you want, Joel knows that the one who will have you all whiny, grabby and mushy underneath them will be him.

Whenever he wants.

You're down so bad for him, oh my God.

He knows it, and that's exactly why he doesn't get riled up when foolish little boys try their luck on you.

Well, that is, not usually.

Loves to tease you and make you beg after you've acted out all day.

"Oh, but I thought I was an old man who 'just didn't get' y'all, huh baby?" And you're a quivering, panting mess with your limbs tangled in his.

Great. Fucking. Kisser.

Hot, sloppy, wet, sense melting, passionate kisses while his calloused hands roam all over you, occasionally squeezing the parts that cause you to make such a huge mess in your pants that he tuts when he feels it through your clothes.

"Noooo, Daddy…" You're literally aching.

"Tell me what you want, baby. Say it for Daddy and he will give it to ya" you are a writhing mess as your hips grind against his and you hump yourself on one of his thighs.

"Please, Daddy… Need you so bad, Daddy… Please use me~" it depends on his mood how he treats you in bed though.

Some days he could be the most tender lover with gentle caresses, featherlight touches, cotton-soft pecks and passionate love making.

Other days include him pressing your face down into the mattress as his huge cock hammers in and out of your leaking slit, rough bites littering your skin as you struggle to breathe through the animalistic fucking.

Nothing gets you to cum harder than when he sometimes wraps his hand around your throat, features stern with all that's taking him not to just obliterate you.

Some days though, he likes to combine the two styles.

Eats you out like a starved wolf.

But can take his sweet time with that as well.

Lets out the deepest, most throaty grunts when you suck his dick.

Has a couple ways of reprimanding you if you're too clumsy and neglectful with yourself.

No one else is allowed to give you any shit though.

Isn't overbearingly domineering at all.

He knows you're young and dumb and will need to make some of your own mistakes to learn.

Always there for you with open arms to console you when you do.

Your silly little friend group definitely knows when to make themselves gone when Joel decides that he's had enough of sharing you for the day and wants you all for himself.

It's always subtle; like a gentle caress on your shoulder or a soft nudge in your side. Sometimes it can be a claiming hand on your lap. And then everyone knows that it's time to scurry out.

Doesn't always play voluntarily.

But when he does, it's for you.

Especially if there's a storm, or you're extra sensitive from playtime, or just emotional in general. Sometimes he's just feeling affectionate.

Will usually deny it like his life depends on it but there are certain songs, a specific range of lyrics and a peculiar sort of tunes that he plays only for you.

Every now and then you crawl into his lap after an intimate session and ask him to teach you how to play a song or two.

Then hours pass with you two just huddled into each other, strumming melodies to life as your naked back presses into his strong chest, your ass fitting perfectly in the crook of his abdomen as he rests his chin on your head and revels in your scent.

Sometimes he slowly cockwarms you in that position as well.

Cannot sleep without you.

He wasn't always like this.

But there's no going back now.

Joel is sure to keep tossing and turning until you're locked up close in his arms.

Your safety and well-being is his top priority.

Always.

Playing TLOU again and boy am I needy for this grizzly bear. Also I haven't watched the show but I love Pedro so yeah. Feedback and reblogs are much appreciated <3

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astro-royale · 11 months

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Observations : Part 1✨

⚠️These are my personal observations & opinions:

- Saturn in your 7th house can usually mean that all your intimate relationships are of a karmic nature & to do with past lives. Soulmate after soulmate… there’s always a sense of fate.

- I believe Pluto is a feminine planet in a masculine energy.. much of what happens to a wounded female when she is in survival mode. Yes , Pluto is represented my a male God, but intuitively I believe there is something deeply feminine about Pluto. Astronomers have discovered that Pluto has a HEART. Cold seeming on the outside but very deeply passionate on the inside.

Gen Z has Pluto in the libertine sign of Sagittarius, it makes such sense that this generation is so obsessed with freedom and so obsessed with rebelling against the norm to gain said freedom. Also using knowledge as a weapon to gain freedom…

Scorpio Risings have deep rooted trust issues. They most likely don’t trust you even if they said they do. If a scorpio rising insults you and loves you in the same breath, it means they’re comfortable with you and they like you to a certain degree, consider yourself lucky.

Capricorn Sun/Risings are so tight pocketed…

Shadow side of Virgo; Virgos are probably one of the most judgemental signs. They criticise as a way to make themselves feel better and superior, and also as a way to keep distance and detach themselves. (They’re still probably right though😅)

Aquarius Venus men can display high signs of disinterest in people but rather display more interest in things.. especially knowledge. They give off a very asexual vibe, kind of like Isaac Newton vibe.

Cancer sun people are easily taken advantage of in ways they don’t realise because their ego relies so much on the validation of other people.

If a man with Venus in Scorpio is not interested in you, you will know, because he is not obsessed with you.

Virgos are one of the signs that care most about people yet that gets overlooked because they don’t like taking credit, and their pride can give off the wrong impression as if they don’t care due to their sharp tongue; yet they do care because they take care of the little details or they show love in more action oriented ways.

If a Virgo starts talking about how much they do it’s because they’re tired of lack of appreciation and reciprocation.

Taurus in 6th house will make you obsessed with improving your looks, especially your body. It will also make you want to improve your eating habits.

Geminis will really just say anything on their mind, sometimes knowing it will hurt you, just because they like to see the look on your face. It brings them amusement to have the upper hand because it plays on their ego to be “intellectually superior”.

There can be very strong alternation of like and dislike between Scorpio Rising and Scorpio Sun individuals.. always some kind of tension.

I’ve noticed Pisces Sun men tend to easily give into addictions and escapism, and often use spirituality as an excuse to stay in their head. They have a lot of willpower; yet they get distracted by the need to avoid their trauma and suppress their emotions through their addictions . They have a lot of potential.

Cancer men tend to be very sensitive and have fragile egos, quite reactive too if you brush them the wrong way.

Libras can be very fake but also extremely caring and nurturing.

Virgo men… can be quite messy and poor with hygiene.

If a Gemini cares about you, you’re in their pile of “special” people because 9 times out of 10 they don’t give a fffffff.

Scorpio in sun or rising will often have bird like or vampiric features.

There is something very tender about a Scorpio man, even when he is honest with his darkness, you can still sense a sweetness and sensitivity in them. They’re the kind of guys you want to help and think you can change, until they prove you wrong because they self sabotage so that you don’t like them…

Leo in Venus will spoil you!! Male or female, doesn’t matter how long you have known them. If they like you they will pay for lunch, take pictures of you and show you off on social media, etc.

If you want to support this blog as well as my research there’s a Tip option in the bio. Or you can cashapp me £astroroyale .This way I can keep posting high quality content for you as it encourages me in the process <3 :) Thank you & Much love

Anyways, stay safe 😊☀️✨

Gif is from the anime the wallflower

#astrology notes #astrology observations #virgo #cancer #scorpio #taurus #capricorn #gemini #leo astrology #sagittarius #capricorn zodiac #pisces #aquarius #libra #aries

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mattykay · 4 months

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Please? - Rodrick Heffley x Ftm Reader

This is heavily based of my cai bot I made. Hope you like it.

Features: sub!reader, dom!Rodrick, light spanking, degrading + praise, p in v, use of 'boypussy' used, stoner (implied) reader, weed, and very very horny Rodrick.

All Rodrick wanted was to keep his van. But due to his lack of focus and dyslexia, it was hard to have good enough grades to keep it.

Frank and Susan suggest Rodrick find a tutor, or find another way.

He tried cheating, getting answers from his friends, paying other kids to do his tests, none of it worked.

So when he begrugingly asked you an honors english student for tutoring, it was a bit out of left field. But because of the decent amount of money he offered you couldn't find it in you to turn it down.

So you began tutoring him at his house, Tuesdays and Thursdays, 3:45 to 5:00. Dear god did he hate it.

He never disliked you, but your carefree attitude irked him to no end. Sure, Rodrick was lazy and liked that you weren't a hard ass about anything, but the fact that everything came to you easily pissed him off.

He looked over to you from where he laid, sprawled out on the old wood floors of his messy bedroom. His brows then furrowed as he looked at one of the words on your computer screen, the letters jumbling as he tried to focus.

"What does that word say?" He asked with a huff. You turned to the screen. "Basically." You said, making sure not to treat him like he was stupid. Rodrick cocked a brow, his lips forming a light annoyed frown. "Basically what?" He asked, twirling the beaten yellow pencil in his fingers. You chuckled at his agitation. "The word is basically, Rodrick." This made him scoff, but as his eyes fell on your lazy smile he felt himself smile too.

Rodrick was like every horny teenager, "Can we take a break?" He asked smugly. After getting a nod from you he tilted his head. "Let me hit your cart?" The dark haired boy asked. "Absolutely not." You shot back nearly instantly. Rodrick pouted, "Cmon.. please?" He asked, trying his best puppy dog eyes.

You shook your head, taking a light hit from your cart. You smirked as you watched his nose scrunch with want. He inhaled the light sent of weed and whatever flavoring your cartridge had inside. His eyes lit up. You could see the gears turn in his head. He wanted weed, and he wanted you. He knew how to get both.

So the next hit you took, before you could exhale his lips were on yours. You felt his tongue make its way in your lips to battle with yours. Your hands tangled in his shaggy hair nearly instantly and his fingertips dug into your hips.

Before you knew what was happening you felt Rodricks lean arms push you to your feet. He barely broke the heated kiss to do so. Rodrick laid you out on his bed, feeling his plush mattress move beneath the two of you. His lips began to suck and bite at your neck, relishing in the pathetic noises that left your lips.

Rodrick began to unbutton your pants without even thinking to ask. You felt your core ache shamefully.

When he got your pants and boxers off, leaving you in your shirt he gazed down at your dripping pussy. A shit-eating grin came across his face.

"Been wanting this, huh?" He cooed, one hand gripping your thigh. You could feel every bump and callous on his hand. His other hand stroked lightly up and down your dripping heat. "Dirty little slut." He said harshly despite his smile. "You're lucky I've been dying to taste some boypussy." Rodrick purred, licking your slick from his fingers.

You ached, bucking your hips up at him. "Rodrick, please." You begged so pathetically. Rodrick was the last person you'd ever imagine wanting. Not to mention begging for.

He chuckled in a way that made you clench your pussys walls. "Only because you're begging like a good boy." He said, rubbing circles on your clit. He rid himself of his shirt and pants, slipping his cock out of his boxers. You felt like drooling.

Even more so when he pushed himself inside you, not even bothering to tell you or be nice about it. He gave you a few thrusts like that before flipping you over, fucking you deeply from the back. "Fuck- You fucking slut.." He hissed and he buried himself deep inside you. "Couldn't even bother to ask to suck my cock? You're pathetic." Rodrick spat through his labored breath, reaching forward to grab your hair, spanking you quickly with his free hand.

His face lit up as he felt you clench around his length when his hand met the meat of your ass. "Yeah? You fuckin' like that?" He laughed as he spanked again. You whimpered, feeling your orgasm build as his hand moved from your ass to your clit. His nimble fingers toyed with the sensitive bud. "Rodrick-! I-I'm-"

"Shut up. Shut the fuck up and take it." He said, burying himself deeper inside you than you thought anyone ever could. "Take my cock like a good boy. Cum f'me baby." He said, speaking a little sweeter now.

It drove you to the edge. You felt your walls clench around him. "Yeah.. Yeah- Such a good boy.." He groaned into your ear as you felt his hot seed cover your walls.

Rodrick pulled out, laying down next to you. He gently wiped excess cum from your thighs. "I think I like our sessions a little more now." He said, a surprisingly sweet smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

This was my first fic, I hope you enjoy it.

#ftm reader #ftm ns/fw #ftm sub #rodrick heffley #rodrick x reader #rodrick smut #smut #trans nsft #mlm nsft #mlm

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haggishlyhagging · 1 year

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An unadorned face became the honorable new look of feminism in the early 1970s, and no one was happier with the freedom not to wear makeup than I, yet it could hardly escape my attention that more women supported the Equal Rights Amendment and legal abortion than could walk out of the house without their eye shadow. Did I think of them as somewhat pitiable? Yes I did. Did they bitterly resent the righteous pressure put on them to look, in their terms, less attractive? Yes they did. A more complete breakdown and confusion of aims, goals and values could not have occurred, and of all the movement rifts I have witnessed, this one remains for me the most poignant and the most difficult to resolve.

If women's faces are supposed to benefit from cosmetics, the underside of the equation is that the wearer of makeup dislikes her face without it, believing she is wan, colorless, uninteresting, flat, an insignificant blob of blemished skin with eyes that are too small, a nose that is too broad, cheekbones that are nonexistent and a mouth that fails of its own accord to whisper of sexual desire. This is the central contradiction of makeup, and the one I find most appalling. Cosmetics have been seen historically as proof of feminine vanity, yet they are proof, if anything, of feminine insecurity, an abiding belief that the face underneath is insufficient unto itself.

As it happens, some women look good in makeup—in societal terms I will even say that they look better in makeup; I'll grant them that, for who among us has not been trained to discern beauty in women in terms of professional, expensive glamour—the actress, the model, the President's wife? When my cosmetically adept friends complete their conjurer's art of creating their faces, I marvel at the finished picture, the makeover, the transformation: an even, glowing skin, a widened eye, a richly defined and luscious mouth. In short, a face that has responded to the age-old injunction of man to woman: Smile. A made-up woman does not need to be inwardly happy to give the impression of ecstatic pleasure, nor does she require expressive, mobile features to project the illusion of vibrant, animated life.

-Susan Brownmiller, Femininity

#susan brownmiller #femininity #performative femininity #anti makeup #male entitlement

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hayisins · 5 months

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silent love ♡

finally . . . a fic featuring the loml : al haitham. this comes from the deepest corners of my mind. enjoy loves ♡ this ones rather tame ♡

contains : public sex, throat fucking, some light degrading, you cry a bit, afab!reader, top!alhaitham ♡

should i make a part two for this fic? :o

you glanced around the room a bit, eyes scanning carefully for the person you were specifically trying to find. your secret partner, al haitham, had called you to meet him at the akademiya. you knew just how important his work was to him, and how little he likes change in his routine, so to be publicly called to his place of work randomly through the day? you were worried to say the least.

currently at the house of daena, you nervously bit at your lip. panic immediately started to set in, knowing that this behaviors' was very out of character for your lover. however almost all of your worries were eased when you felt a large warm hand press to the small of your back. it guided you in a direction, your head peaking back to make sure this hand did in fact belong to al haitham, which it did. his face was stoic and frozen in place - almost as if none of this happened.

being pulled into a sea of book shelves finally you decide to give al haitham's chest a light slap. "are you crazy ?! i thought you were dead." you whine out in a small fit of rage, lips popping out in a pout.

"oh enough whining."

was the only response you got before his hands placed onto your waist, leaning in to capture a few kisses from the pout on your lips. who was this and what had they done with your boyfriend ?? normally, haitham strongly disliked any form of pda as it could sometimes make him uncomfortable, especially around others. so the fact he had you here in the first place . . was astounding.

"are you uh . . feeling okay ?" you ask softly when the gap between the two of you is returned. all he gives in response once again is a small chuckle, then a shrug. before you can even process it his hand is now grabbing yours and placing it down onto his crotch, the fabric of his bulge making contact with your palm.

"are you just blind or is this a dumb little act ? because i've been hard as a rock this whole time."

your jaw drops and your cheeks warm, how could you have missed such a thing ? so that was his reason for calling you here ? why didn't he just come back home, you gladly could've helped him then and there. it still hadn't clicked in your mind that this is what he was planning from the very start. slowly he started to undo your clothing, making sure to leave your pants at your knees and your shirt to where it could be pulled back down should somebody pass by.

here ? you tried to process this event. how on earth was this something that al haitham was currently doing to you ? his hands groping and touching you with a desire driven only by you. the scribe was known for doing his job well . . the same came to you. his eyes didn’t leave your face, watching each little reaction you had and noting it down in the corners of his mind for later when he couldn’t have you like this. to him ? you were the most precious thing in the world.

"you look puzzled . . shocked i would do something like this to you in public ? especially in my place of work ?”

it’s like al haitham could read your mind, nodding as you sheepishly hide into his shoulder as his teal eyes burned holes into your skin. that’s when his hand slowly rubbed at your most intimate parts, causing you to bite down on the skin of his bicep to keep quiet. he was always so good with his hands. fingers spreading you open and examining you with need. a sea of whimpers is all you could provide him as opening your mouth to speak would most likely resolve in a moan of pure delight. your knees felt weak, thighs trembling as he treated you with such care. it would only be fair to return it back ?

you pulled back much to his surprise. haitham cocked an eyebrow at you until you let your knees make contact with the cement floor below you. now he understood. a devilish little smirk poking on the corners of al haitham’s usual deadpan face made your stomach twist into a little knot. his pants were now lowered, showing off his impressive length. you waisted absolutely no time putting your mouth around him, only pushing yourself further when his grunts of delight hit your eardrums.

“that’s it baby . . keep going, fucking — whore . .”

your head spun slightly from the way he spoke to you, bobbing your head in a rhythmic way that made his hands grip tightly at your hair. he mumbled a few more things under his breath, like how pretty you were and how warm your mouth was. all of it was a beautiful sight. his now flushed face with soft lips hung open in desire. his head throwing back to rest against the bookshelf nearby, haitham was close.

almost on cue he took over, fucking your throat nice and hard as right now he didn’t care who heard the lewd sounds of your throat , he didn’t care who saw. all he cared about right now was painting the back of your throat in sticky white arousal. you choked and sputtered despite trying your absolute hardest to stay silent, tears rushing down your cheeks in absolute desire as a hand slipped back down to where al haithams once resided.

it was now that he couldn’t take it anymore. he pressed deep into your mouth so that your head rested flush with his pelvis as he came down your throat, not worried at all how you tried to swallow it all without choking around him. it was cute to see such an effort.

for now he was satisfied . . however seeing your fingers rubbing fast circles on your clit in need? maybe he did need to pound you senseless. maybe . . just maybe.

#axel . haitham ♡#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin alhaitham #alhaitham smut #alhaitham #al haitam x reader #al haitham #al haitham smut #al haitham genshin #genshin al haitham

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aihaitahm · 1 year

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Hello! Do you mind doing headcanons of dan heng, blade and jing yuan with a reincarnated s/o?? Like their s/o died in the past long ago in a war or something but got reincarnated again, the s/o doesn't remember them right away, thank you so much in advance ❤❤❤

hsr men and how they react to reuniting with reincarnated! s/o!

cw death, ooc? gn! reader, more in depth abt blade’s lore so i hope its correct !! been looking into it. kinda angst —> comfort.

sorry for the wait!! been busy but hope u like it:3

characters: dan heng, blade, jing yuan

dan heng

up to this day, he remembers the promises you both made, what you liked, disliked and everything about you. although reminiscing does not hurt him like it used to, it still makes him long for your presence.

the type to get dreams of you and when you tell him in his dreams that you will most certainly meet again, he is patient enough to wait. maybe it was foolish to rely on dreams but his desire to meet you and love you again is immeasurable.

time passed by and dan heng was still waiting, wearing the bracelet you always wore. he would always fiddle on it when he is worried. maybe he should stop waiting? but what if you appear when you stop waiting?

when himeko and welt came back from an expedition, they brought in a new member of the astral express. their name happened to be (name) and they happen to have similar features to the one dan heng has always remembered.

dan heng’s eyes widened as he realized his dreams were correct. you were correct. he continued to stare at you while doing your introduction. you looked ethereal, you looked timeless as if youve never aged the last time hes seen you and it was like youve always been alive.

you caught up on his staring after you introduced yourself to the astral express and vice versa. you somehow cant put a finger on why he does look familiar but you felt at ease just being with him.

“um… dan heng correct? we have the same bracelet, can i ask where did you get it from? also do i know you?”

“i got this from someone who i used to know and their name was also (name). they made it for me.”

blade

after sacrificing himself to become a blade, his memory of you was not the best however he still felt the same intensity of emotions he held whenever he remembers your name. he doesnt know if its a blessing or a curse.

despite being blade, some parts of him is still ren. and ren has intense feelings for you. blade for some reason remembers the last argument you both had before you died. you were concerned about him possessing and delving into more power which lead to him being defensive and arguing with you.

as much as blade likes remembering you, your touch, your love and you in general, he cant help but harbour some guilt and sadness. he’d prefer if he left your name alone in peace. even though he wants to get to know you again and apologize, what was the point if you were dead. if your lives werent meant to meet each other again in any universe? it would be best if he just forgets about you.

fast forward and his bad luck struck him or this is probably in elios’ script but he was now arrested by the cloud knights of xianzhou alliance. it wasnt much of big of a deal to be honest but while in his cell, one of the cloud knights didnt have a helmet on, guarding his room.

he caught a glimpse of your face and this unlocks a lot of his memories as ren. how… timely, ironic it was to be held captive by your own reincarnation. its as if the heavens really planned it from the start.

you felt him staring at your face and which you snarled asking if theres something wrong. he just continously stared and smirked. you couldnt shake a feeling of familiarity with blade but aeons its an unbearable feeling but why would you say this to the general or other cloud knights… they might just interrogate you.

“you know if youre not going to answer my question well so be it. i know ive seen you in my dreams. i know we’ve met before. i know you know me from somewhere. but who are you?”

“you are bold as ever… but you should maybe figure out things on your own? its no fun giving you all the answers is it not? my new appearance is a clue, i’ll give you that.”

jing yuan

you knew jing yuan as your sparring mate whenever he was under jingliu and you under a different master. you both trained to becoming the strongest and maybe compete for the highest title of the alliance.

you sparred almost everyday with him. he enjoyed every moment he has with you. whether it was going for walks or eating food with you, it is a cherishable moment for him and you too. as you both grew into your teen years, you both happened to confess at the same time and became official.

unfortunately, your death caught up with you quickly. jing yuan was still quite young to experience grief but it didnt hinder him to train the hardest. jingliu wasnt in particular fond of you in the first place since you were distacting him.

without letting his master know, jing yuan would write letters to you everyday about what hes doing and how much he loves you. wherever you are he knows you both are in the same world or universe one way or another. he keeps most of your possessions because he believes it is his goodluck charm.

when he became general, he still wrote letters to you and even ask some of his servants to make a mini statue of your weapon to be displayed, in exchange for great amounts of money. he deeply misses you and he knows he carries a great amount of responsibility now that he is a leader. he secretly prays he gets to meet you again, even for one last time.

one faithful morning, he stumbled across a familiar face while shopping miscellaneous stuff for his cute mimi because he accidentally bumped into you pretty hard.

“ouch! be mindful of where you’re…. i-i apologize! i didnt mean to.”

“oh its alright it is actually my fault, i apologize. sorry to ask you this question but is your name (name)?”

“yes it is… why do you ask?

… on second thought i think you look familiar asides from the fact youre the general, i feel like i’ve known you before.”

#honkai star rail #jing yuan #blade x reader #hsr blade #jing yuan x reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng honkai #dan heng hsr #blade honkai #honkai jing yuan

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i-write-sometimes-maybe · 1 year

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Steve Knows Now- Natasha Romanov x FemReader!(NSFW)

Synopsis: You couldn’t keep quiet anymore, you just had to brag about your not-so-subtle secret in the best way possible.

Warnings: SMUT, dom reader sub nat, song fic but like it’s not long, implications (totally happened not even implying) of cheating, marking, strap-ons, packing but not mentioned, fingering, cunnilingus, daddy kink, I think that’s all.?

Word Count: 3k

A/n: Nat is my baby 🥹 and she’s such a baby don’t come for me, you know it’s true. I live and breathe for bottom nat so that’s what I made 🥰 All likes, comments, and reblogs are welcomed!

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Steve was mocking one of your habits, or at least you think. You were too busy drinking in the sight of Natasha next to him. The way that dress hugged her perfectly, she knew it was one of your favorites and that's why she wore it tonight.

You don't even know what tonight was, you just came because Nat would be there. Of course, knowing Stark, there probably wasn't even a reason for this party.

You and Natasha had a little secret. Actually, you two didn't even bother to hide the fact that you were together behind Steve's back. So, technically, it's not behind his back but more of directly in front of his face. It's not your fault he's too damn blind to see it.

Once again, Steve said something about you that made the team chuckle but you couldn't care less. With his last comment, a scoff of amusement came from you. That sound earned the attention of everyone on the team, they assumed you simply weren't paying attention. Which was partially true.

Confused faces overtook everyone but you, and Natasha, you were smirking at her.

And she knew exactly what you were planning when you looked from Steve to her, and back to Steve.

Nat leaned back against the seat, taking a sip of the beer in her hand, "Y/n, I wouldn't."

"Too late sweetheart. Steve, you seem to be having fun, yeah?" You leaned forward and put your elbows on your knees, your hands clasped together before you ran your thumbs against themselves.

Natasha's eyes went straight to your hands, that move of hers was not lost on you.

His chuckle died a bit, "I was, yeah." Annoyance was beginning to cloud his features.

He may not have noticed that you and Nat were sleeping together, but he certainly noticed the unashamed flirting you did with her.

He thought that his empty threats would deter you but, if anything, they motivated you more. Besides you already being able to get what you want easily, something about her being 'off-limits' made the desire for her even stronger than it already was.

You hummed, "Well, every other day I have fun too. I just don't know how you're so trusting."

Your dislike for Steve, and his equal amount of dislike for you, was clear to everyone and you didn't care. You could feel the tension beginning to rise in the air as everyone wearily watched the interaction between you two.

Tony piped in, his thirst for drama coming to play, "What do you mean?"

Your tongue peeked out to wet your bottom lip, another move of yours that enticed Natasha, "Stevie doesn't know."

"Know what?" Steve was getting impatient.

"Y/n-" You looked at Natasha, the sudden eye contact took her by surprise, unintentionally cutting her off.

"Stevie doesn't know, that Natasha and me do it in her bed every Sunday."

Everyone's jaw dropped except Steve's, you could see his jaw clench from your seat, Natasha avoids his glance and you can tell she's hiding a smirk of her own.

"She tells him she's in training but she doesn't go, but she's sweating still and Stevie doesn't know." You said, smirking.

"I told you not to tell him." Natasha finally speaks up. Steve's eyes snap to Natasha, as well as everyone else's.

"Wait, she's not ly-" Steve bafflingly starts before you cut him off.

You look at Nat, "Steve needs to know, so I've gotta tell Steve. I just can't believe he's so trusting, while I'm behind you thrusting." You move to sit up in a more confident yet cocky position, glancing back to Steve, "Natasha's got him on the phone, but she's trying not to moan. It's a three-way call and he knows nothing."

A mischievous look overtook Natasha's face, "He didn't need to know."

"Well, he was going to find out soon enough. You know, honestly, I'm surprised you didn't figure it out sooner, I wasn't hiding a damn thing." The smirk never left your face as you looked at Steve, daring to hold his attention, "But I have got to say, the look on your face right now is the second-best thing I've seen."

The look of shock, confusion, anger, envy and defeat was covering his face. It was the best he's ever looked in your opinion.

Tony was way too invested in what was happening, "What's the first?" The attention of the rest of the team was on you, some were enjoying the free show while others simply couldn't believe what was happening before them.

Your eyes burned into Natasha's and she stopped trying to hide her smirk, you chuckle before answering Tony, "Natasha when she comes, of course, Steve wouldn't know."

Natasha chuckled with you while everyone else in the room was silent.

Steve opened his mouth to give you a reply, something that portrays his thoughts, anything, but nothing came out.

A faux pout came to your face, "What's the matter, Steve? Spider got your tongue? Don't worry, that won't be a problem for you anymore"

You stood up from your seat, Nat's eyes followed every move of yours as you bent down and picked her up, throwing her over your shoulder in one swift move, "She's mine now."

Natasha halfheartedly waved to the team, mainly to Steve, "Bye!" A full laugh finally escaped you at her comment, you couldn't hold it back any longer.

You began walking Nat to your room. Walking through the doorway, you just couldn't restrain yourself, it's not like you wanted to anyways, your hand swiftly came down against her ass, earning a whimper from the redhead.

A squeal came from her as you took her from your shoulder, tossing her onto the bed. Any comment that would've come from her was stopped by your lips against hers. Your lips moved together rhythmically, as if they were meant to be joined together. Every kiss with her is just like the first, just as passionate and exciting, the same flutter finding its home within the pit of your stomach.

You simply could not get enough of her.

You began to trail your lips to her jaw and down to her neck, occasionally suckling at a few spots to mark her as yours.

"You shouldn't have done that." She said breathlessly due to your lips on her neck.

You pulled away from her just enough to look into her eyes, "They'd find out eventually. Besides, you're mine. Now, I don't have to hide you. And you don't have to be quiet anymore." A moan leaves her throat as you bit the skin just above her collarbone.

As you worked on adding more marks onto her neck, your hands were beginning to undo the zipper of her dress. The skin-tight garment was no match for your need to feel her skin, your skillful fingers began to pull the fabric slowly from Nat's body, much to her dismay.

Her body pushed against yours, to help you ease the dress off of her but mainly so she can feel more of you.

Natasha's mind was raging with many things, that much was clear, but the thought of possible complaints of you two becoming known to the team began to rise to the surface. That doesn't mean she's having any doubts about the relationship with you, just that she doesn't want hear the opinions of the others. It's not like they could possibly change her mind.

You were nipping the exposed skin of her breast that was peeking out above her bra, "This a good idea, right?" She spoke breathlessly.

You looked up at her in question, knowing very well what her answer will be, "Do you want me to stop?"

Slight fear became apparent in her features, "No! Please, don't stop."

"That's what I thought." You spoke with a chuckle.

Nat could only describe the pace you were trailing your lips at, as torture. Nothing has ever simplified her into nothing but a mess faster than you taking your sweet time.

You were leaving marks on every spot you landed, loving the way she squirmed each time. You continued at your slow pace, going lower and lower where she wanted you, needed you.

It wasn't a secret that you had wound Natasha up and it was clear just how much by the way she reacted to you and your touch. As you got to the base of her stomach you could feel her begin to push you further, or tried to.

A groan left the redhead as you moved back from her, a smirk coming back to your lips when you saw her wetness through her panties.

"You're desperate for me, aren't you?" She eagerly nodded, "I need an answer, baby."

"Yes, I am! God, you were so hot tonight. I need you, please touch me." You were slightly surprised as it was more than you were expecting to come from her.

Her body was writhing beneath you, enticing you to her. And you could've continued to tease her until she quite literally couldn't take it anymore, but you were just as excited to see her fall apart as she was desperate.

Even though you had no intention of making this part of your night quick, you were going to make it last as long as she could take, you swiftly pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them somewhere unimportant.

You continued with your teasing, suckling and biting all across her thighs, yet skipping over her dripping pussy.

Nat's breathing had increased, her patience quickly dwindling, "Baby, please!"

You looked up at her from your position, instantly meeting her pleading green eyes, "Please, what?"

She whimpered as you bit a spot on her thigh, "Please, just touch me already. I can't take it anymore. Please, Daddy."

A sadistic smile came to your face, your eyes never leaving hers as you finally moved to where she wanted you. Her eyes closed, mouth falling agape as soon as your tongue licked up her sensitive pussy.

Her hand flew to your hair, nails digging into your scalp as you began to move your tongue to collect her wetness. Unholy, yet heavenly, moans started to come from her as you swirled her clit.

Her back began to arch off the mattress as she fisted the sheet with her free hand. Her moans only became more frequent as you gradually increased the speed of your tongue.

You knew just how much she enjoyed this, and how close she was to her bliss, by the way her body tensed underneath you.

Every toned muscle of hers was flexed, the familiar sheen of sweat began take over her smooth skin, and you just adored when she looked like this.

You were debating wether or not you'd be oh so nice enough to let her come right away this time, but seeing and feeling Natasha fall apart under you made that decision for you. And it's just too damn good to pass up.

"I'm gonna come!" Natasha interrupted your thought.

You lifted your head up just enough to be able to speak, "Yeah?" The vibrations and warm breath from your words was nearly enough to send the redhead over the edge.

"Yes! Please, please can I come?"

She moaned even louder as you resumed your prior actions. You looked up her glistening body to watch the sight of her coming, something you always look forward to, and hummed your approval.

"Fuck, Y/n!" Her body tensed even further when she finally came, soon relaxing flat on the bed after.

You began making your way up to her head, leaving open mouthed kisses across every inch of her soft skin. You occasionally left love bites wherever you felt like it.

You had just left your biggest and darkest mark on her neck, "Fuck, baby, you taste so good." You whispered into her ear.

That sentence must've ignited something within the redhead as she reached out and pulled you into a kiss, one just as hard and passionate as the one from the start of this night.

You slowly move your hand over every inch of her exposed skin, savoring the softness of it, enjoying the goosebumps she gets from your light touch, absolutely loving the way she squirms under you as a silent beg for more.

Natasha was becoming more impatient, the desire for you only growing with every passing second. She couldn't take it anymore, she needed something. In an attempt for some friction, Nat thrusted her hips up in search of you.

With that thrust of her hips she found the strap that you had kept hidden, up until this point, from her. She mewled at her discovery, her arousal growing tenfold.

You looked into her emerald eyes, "What? Did you think I'd go into a party without a little treat for you?"

"Little?" She smirked.

"You and I both know it's not, you're too much of a size queen for that." You smirked in return.

Her jaw dropped, in feux offense, "I am not!"

Your smirk never faltered as you thrusted your hips just enough for the strap to make contact with her bare pussy again. The sudden sensation pulled a whimper from her swollen lips, proving your statement true.

She rolled her eyes when she saw the cocky grin on your face.

You stayed, unmoving, for just a moment until your attention was brought back to your joint hips. Natasha was grinding herself against you, well, trying to.

"You needy little slut. You just can't help yourself can you?" You halted her actions by pressing her hips into the mattress.

"I can't take it anymore, please just fuck me already!"

"Oh but I have been, darling."

A sound of frustration came from her, "You know what I mean."

"Do I? I think you may have to be specific," You leaned closer to her ear again. "Tell me what you want me to do to you. Beg for it."

Nat attempted to stifle her moans at your words, just falling short of success. Her breathtaking green eyes darkened with lust as the possibilities of what's to come were raging through her mind.

"I want you to fuck me," She wrapped her legs around your waist. "I want you to fuck me so hard until I can't speak. Fuck me like you own me. Use me, daddy. Only you can make me feel so good."

A smirk found it's home on your lips. In on swift move, you untangled her from around your waist and flipped her over. You ran your fingertips down her spine and past her shoulders, moving to entangle in her hair. With your handful of her fiery locks, you pulled her back and flushed against you.

Your free hand was sneakily pulling the strap free from its confinements, "Oh princess, I do own you. You are my dirty girl." You accentuated your statement with a slap on her ass.

With the leverage of your grip in her hair, you pushed her back down but kept her hips in the air, perfectly aligned for what's to come.

"Isn't that right?" A blissful cry spilled from her lips as the strap entered her, gliding in effortlessly from her wetness.

"God, yes!" Almost instantly, she was moaning at a pace that matched your merciless speed.

You always loved taking the redhead from behind, seeing how well she was able to take your ministrations. You adored the way her whole body reacted to the strap deep inside of her.

You relocated your hands to grip at her hips, her curves fitting perfectly to your palms.

The new grip gave you better leverage to pound deeper into Nat, just the way she likes it.

"Shit." She muttered as her arms gave out beneath her, resulting in her chest being flush against the sheets.

She fisted the sheets until her knuckles turned white. Nat's quick and quiet pants had shifted into squeals that only got louder with each thrust.

You knew that the moment you saw her thighs quiver, that she was close, only she couldn't quite fall over the edge without your permission.

"Are you gonna come baby?"

She nodded vigorously against the sheets, words unable to formulate in her mind from the overwhelming pleasure she was currently experiencing.

Your movements never stopped, nor did they ease up, even when you bent over her. You used her throat as leverage to pull her against you once again, only this time your hand remained in its spot.

A deep moan sounded from her at the new angle you were driving the strap, "Scream my name. Tell everyone in this building who you belong to, baby."

You knew she wasn't far from her orgasm, your other hand from her hip slid forward and started circling her clit to help her finally fall over the edge, "Oh, FUCK Y/N! YES!"

Moans were still pouring out of her even as you slowed your pace, giving her a chance to savor everything you were giving her. Her hips twitched with the pleasure that was continuing to come over her.

Both of your hands moved to her waist to help keep her supported as her body relaxed against you, "Just like that, baby."

Natasha whimpered as you pulled the strap from her, she was instantly missing the way you filled her perfectly. You always loved how well she could handle you, regardless if you chose to edge her to the heavens or when you fucked her until she saw stars, and she adored it all.

You moved to lay on the bed, pulling her against your still-clad body as you did so. The heat from her bare body radiated from her, warming you even further.

"You did so well for me, princess." You whispered as one hand moved to cover her up with a blanket as the other softly ran through her lightly dampened locks.

A knowing chuckle emitted from her, "Only 'cause you fuck me so well."

A smirk returned to your face, "Oh I know I do, and now others finally know too."

Nat shimmied closer to your side and you started to mindlessly draw patterns onto her shoulder.

No matter what it was, you always enjoyed spending time with Nat. Especially when it was like this, just the two of you being as close as possible.

"Y/n?" Nat moved her head up ever so slightly.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I love you."

A smile came to your face and you planted a kiss to the top of her head, "I love you too, Nat."

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stinkyme · 1 year

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Hello! This is a discussion I had a bit before, threesome with Nikolai and Fyodor and this is an ask of a specific person who requested :) I hope you like it and enjoy it! :) <3

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, threesome, dom!reader, switch!Nikolai, sub!Fyodor, spanking, anal fingering, using strap-on, edging (?), handjob(s), praise, oral sex, ejaculation in the mouth (Nikolai & Fyodor), one usage of "mommy" by Fyodor, creampies, they are OOC lol, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

I apologize this took me a while but I was caught up with other things, I personally dislike how this one turned out but I hope you enjoy as much as possible regardless :) (tbh had no idea how to name this fic, bear with me please)

PS. if this is formated weirdly, i deeply apologize, tumblr is so weird these days :(

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Good boys || Nikolai Gogol x Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader

"So, which one of you will explain to me what exactly happened?" you asked in a serious, cold tone. You were part of Decay of Angels for quite some time now and Fyodor entrusted you with a lot of things given your capability and abilities. Least to say, your relationship turned out to be more serious and complicated than that, especially when Nikolai came into the picture. At this very moment, two of them made a mistake in the execution of one of the plans due to misunderstanding. Therefore you had two gullible looking men on your bed, their expressions as pathetic as they can get but Fyodor did try to hide and mask it more than Nikolai. Unsuccessfully, of course, given the fact you could see the way the beginning of his eyebrow was twitching as his gaze couldn't meet yours.

"Oh my...what should I do with the two of you?" you sighed out, tapping your heel on the floor as you kept observing them. Sly smirk curled out of your lips as you came towards Nikolai, slowly kneeling in front of him as you were resting your hands on his thighs.

"Tell me, dear, was this an issue with understanding between the two of you?" you asked in a silvery, almost compassionate tone as he nodded. Nikolai was known to be an eccentric man but at this very moment, your presence made him more tame than ever.

"Hm...I see. Well, we need to work on that then, no?" you asked enthusiastically as you got up in quick manner, moving your attention to both of them at the same time. Both of them nodded, however Fyodor seemed to be more skeptical.

"It appears I just know how to make the two of you understand each other better." you said slyly as you continued your sentence.

"Take your clothes off for me, both of you." you ordered in a sharp tone as Fyodor's gaze met yours, hesitant expression on his face.

"What's wrong my dear?" you asked him as you were walking towards him. You wrapped your hand underneath his jaw and lifted it up, making him look at you. You paused for a second, gazing over his face before you spoke.

"You believe in punishment, don't you?" you asked him slowly, raising your eyebrow at him as the corners of your lips spread into a cunning smile.

"I do however-" he said hesitantly, it was quite amusing having him in this state. You brushed your thumb over his soft cheek making him look at you.

"It will make me feel so much better if you were to be a good boy for me, can you do that?" you cut him off, gaze lustfully tracing over his features. Nikolai was always quick to pick up and be obedient, swiftly taking his clothes off and exposing his muscular body. Your gaze was tracing over his naked body, a little smile appearing on your face as you moved your hand on Fyodor's clothed cock, gently squeezing it and making him let out a low whimper. He was looking at you with half lidded eyes as he was leaning in, capturing your lips in a needy kiss. You chuckled into his lips, your tongues quickly finding each other and deepening the kiss as Nikolai sat on the bed, slowly stroking himself, his gaze cunning and lickerish. You pulled away from Fyodor, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues as he was slightly breathless. You didn't say anything but it was enough for him to take his clothes off, exposing his thin body. Nikolai was still playing with himself as you went over to the drawer, taking out a strapon and lube. You turned around, observing their hard cocks, Nikolai was shamelessly stroking it while Fyodor's hands rested on his sides. You put both strapon and lube on the table and came up to Nikolai, grasping his face with your hand and leaning closer to him, his lips parting in anticipation as the two of you started making out. He was more demanding than Fyodor, little snivels escaping his throat and being muffled in your mouth as his wet, soft tongue moved in perfect sync with yours. He pulled away first, a little blush appearing on his face as he kept stroking himself, eyes filled with neediness. You looked over at Fyodor who was captivated by the sight of two of you making out, a small amount of precum leaking out of his tip. Nikolai swiftly wrapped his other hand around Fyodor's cock making him gasp out as his eyes widened. Nikolai was stroking both himself and Fyodor at the same time, the two of them exchanging pathetic gazes as whimpers kept escaping their lips. Fyodor was slowly thrusting his hips into Nikolai's hand as you were taking your clothes off, both men desperately watching you reveal your naked body. You took off your shirt and pants, swiftly removing your panties and bra right after as their shamelessly horny gaze kept tracing over your body. Nikolai kept stroking both of them, Fyodor's dim whimpers mixing up with Nikolai's louder, quick moans.

"Be patient boys." you said softly as you started adjusting the harness with a strapon around your hips. You put a small amount of lube on your palm and started spreading it all over the strap, making sure it's nicely coated and wet. You came up to two of them, observing Fyodor's frail body twitching from Nikolai's touch as you leaned towards him, gently licking his lips and making him part them. The two of you shared another deep kiss, Fyodor's hands messily finding their way to your breasts, gently squeezing them as he was trembling under your kiss and Nikolai's touch. You swiftly put your hand on Nikolai's cheek, pulling him closer as you pulled away from Fyodor, continuing the pace of kissing with Nikolai almost immediately. Nikolai's tongue was brushing over yours gently and he started stroking Fyodor's faster, making him whine almost in your ear. Both of you smiled into a kiss upon hearing Fyodor's sweet sounds and you pulled away from Nikolai who swiftly engrossed Fyodor's attention by kissing him. You moved away, leaving Fyodor's hands empty as the two of them shared a deep and passionate kiss. The two of them pulled away from each other and looked at you, practically waiting for the next demand.

"Good boys, now get on all fours for me." you said in a soft tone as the two of them obeyed, arching their back for you and exposing their bare asses as you were stroking the strapon, making sure it's still wet as you stood behind them.

"Me first please, Y/N." Nikolai said in an ecstatic tone, eager for friction as Fyodor kept silent.

"Hm...aren't you a needy one, Kolya." you said through a light laugh as you started slowly teasing his hole with the tip of the strap, Nikolai's body twitching from cold sensation. He let out a little giggles of excitement as you started pushing the strap deeper, making him choke on his own giggle and choke out a whimper. Corners of your lips curled into a smile as you slided the strap fully inside of him and started slowly thrusting. Nikolai was whimpering, arching his back more for you as you kept your pace. You were observing Fyodor whose eyes were filled with agonizing envy as he kept watching Nikolai's face expressing pleasure from your touch.

"Now, now, I didn't forget about you Fedya." you said lovingly as you put two of your fingers inside of your mouth, twirling your tongue around them and making sure they are completely wet before putting them on Fyodor's needy hole, teasing his entrance with drawing small circles. Fyodor let out a soft snivel, growing more pathetic for any friction as he kept watching Nikolai receiving pleasure.

"Please…" he let out in a broken tone, voice dropping lower. You swiftly pushed your fingers inside, making him yelp out of pleasure. You moved your hips and fingers at the same pace, fucking both of them stimutaniounsly as their whimpers kept filling up your ears. Watching and having two of them like this made your whole body fill up with immense warmth. You started moving your hips faster, pounding inside Nikolai whose choked whines basically silenced Fyodor's whimpers. You curled your fingers up a bit and started moving them faster making Fyodor moan out sharply as you kept relentlessly stimulating his sensitive spot. Your free hand landed a loud spank on Nikolai's ass as you kept thrusting inside of him, making him choke out a whine. You extracted your fingers out of Fyodor's ass to spank him as well, a harsh slap on his skin immediately resulting in crimson red color. You left another spank on his ass making him let out a keen sob and right after slided your fingers back inside, sliding them in and out and further penetrating him. You stopped moving your hips and with your free hand grabbed Nikolai's messy braid, pulling him towards you and making him arch his back more.

"Fuck yourself like a good boy." you whispered out in his ear and he immediately started moving his hips back and forth, fucking himself on the strap. He was letting out blissful whimpers and whines, hitting all the right spots inside of himself as you focused more on Fyodor as for now. You started moving your fingers faster making his whole body twitch as soft, under breath whines kept escaping his lungs, his pathetic hole clenching and relaxing around your fingers. You harshly spanked Nikolai once again as he kept desperately fucking himself, his hips quivering as his cock started twitching more and more from immense pleasure.

"So good...more." Nikolai was choking his words out, almost breathless as his orgasm started intensely building up inside him.

"Should I let him cum, Fedya? Hm?" you asked in a sly tone as you started sliding your fingers in and out even faster making Fyodor's body start shaking and twitching more intensely as he tried to choke his words out unsuccessfully. A little cunning smirk appeared on your lips as you watched Nikolai fucking himself dumb on your strap, moaning shamelessly loud as he was getting closer and closer.

"What a shame." you let out in a disappointed tone as you pulled the strap out of Nikolai as well as your fingers out of Fyodor. Both of them turned around at the same time, pathetic eyes looking for an explanation.

"I was a good boy, please let me cum, please." Nikolai was desperately begging, his eyes filled with agony as a little amount of precum leaked from his tip making you giggle.

"You are so pathetic Kolya." you scoffed out as you grabbed his jaw, leaning closer to his face.

"You will use Fedya's mouth, dummy." you said as you wrapped your hand around Nikolai's cock, slowly stroking it and him immediately letting out shaky whimpers.

"And you...what about you?" you asked as you looked over at Fyodor, his eyes filled with desperation.

"Please…" he let out shamefully, making you giggle as you felt Nikolai's cock twitch inside of your hand. You let go of his cock, edging him further as he let out a pathetic whine.

"Please what? Use your words, slut." you said sharply as Fyodor's cock twitched at your words.

"I want some too..please..fuck me. It's my turn." he said in a shaky, pitiful tone as Nikolai moved himself in front of Fyodor. You smiled as you stood behind him, grasping a handful of his hair and pushing him forward Nikolai's cock.

"Good boy, now put that mouth of yours to a better use." you ordered and he immediately opened his mouth, wrapping them around Nikolai's thick cock as you swiftly went to a drawer and cleaned the strap. You were observing them, ears filled with Fyodor's choking each time Nikolai's cock would hit the back of his throat as Nikolai put his hand into Fyodor's hair, pushing him further and shamelessly moaning. You quickly lubed the strap and came back to Fyodor, positioning yourself behind him as you paralleled the strap with his hole. You were slowly sliding it inside, stretching him out and you could hear him whimpering around Nikolai's cock.

"Don't mess up the pace now Fedya, it wouldn't be fair to Kolya." you were teasing as you started pounding vigorously inside of Fyodor making him stop sucking on Nikolai's cock for a moment, a chain of sharp moans interrupting his pace. Nikolai grabbed Fyodor's hair, keeping his head in place as he started thrusting his hips inside and fucking Fyodor's throat. Your skin was slapping into Fyodor's ass, leaving red marks behind as you wrapped your hands around his hips and pulling them towards you, fucking him more relentlessly. Pitiful, muffled chokes kept escaping his throat alongside with whimpers stimulating Nikolai more who was moaning sharply, eyes half lidded as his orgasm was getting closer and closer. You moved one of your hands between Fyodor's legs, your pace inside of him still unswervingly vigorous as the palm of your hand wrapped around his cock. You started stroking his cock, making him moan out into Nikolai's cock who rolled his eyes from intense pleasure. You could feel Fyodor's pulsating and twitching inside your hand as you kept persistently stimulating his g-spot. He was getting close to his release alongside Nikolai, both of them getting louder, their sweet noises making your core fill up with more warmth.

"Come on now, be good boys for me and cum." you let out quickly as you started stroking Fyodor's cock even faster, Nikolai moving his hips with eagerness as he kept throat fucking Fyodor. Nikolai was panting, chest raising and falling quickly as his abs kept flexing, a few broken whines escaping his parted lips as he finally reached his orgasm, a thick whip of cum filling Fyodor's throat. Nikolai slowed down his movement, his breathing incoherent as he was riding out his orgasm. Fyodor was pulsating even harder inside your hand, swallowing the cum quickly and pulling away from Nikolai's grip, loud whimpers escaping his throat as he was getting close to his orgasm as well. You kept your pace inside of him as well as the pace of your strokes and you could feel his cock twitching as the mixture of his whimpers and whines became louder, finally reaching his orgasm, long whip of cum painting the bed. He was letting out sharp, quick breaths as his whimpers became quieter, his orgasm slowly melting away. You let go of his cock and pulled out the strap letting him slowly sit on the bed as you walked away, taking off the harness and placing the strap on the table. You turned back and saw Nikolai and Fyodor stroking each other's cocks, hard once again.

"Aren't my boys greedy today?" you asked through a light giggle as you came up to them, laying on the bed away from Fyodor's pathetic mess as both of them immediately stopped with mutual pleasuring and positioned themselves. Nikolai was between your legs as Fyodor was on your side. Fyodor started placing tender kisses all over your chest area meanwhile Nikolai was gently kissing and biting skin on your thighs. Fyodor's lips wrapped around one of your nipples, gently sliding it between his teeth as he started sucking on it. You let out a mellow whimper as Nikolai simultaneously started sucking on the soft skin of your thigh. He swiftly put two of his fingers between your inner lips, teasing your wet entrance as he pulled away from your thigh.

"Don't worry, we will make you feel even better." he said with a sly smirk as he brought his fingers to his lips and put them inside of his mouth, tasting your sweet precum. Fyodor moved his attention to your other nipple, sucking on it and brushing his tongue over it as Nikolai aligned his cock with your entrance, slowly sliding it inside and making you whimper out as he was stretching you out. He started slowly thrusting inside of you, quick and breathy moans escaping his throat as Fyodor slowly pulled away from your nipple, slowly tracing his way with wet kisses down your tummy. You sneaked your hand between Fyodor's legs and started stroking him at a fast pace making him let out broken whines in your skin. He bit into your tummy making you gasp out as Nikolai started thrusting faster inside of you, relentlessly pressing your g-spot making you choke on your own moans. You wrapped your legs around Nikolai's hips, weakly pulling him in as Fyodor continued kissing your tummy, desperately letting out shaky whimpers as you kept stroking his sensitive cock. Three of you filled up the room with your sweet sounds of pleasure. Nikolai kept his pace inside of you as Fyodor slowly put his hand on your pelvic area, feeling the bulge that Nikolai's cock was making inside of you with each thrust. You could feel his cock twitch inside of your hand from sensation, little snivels escaping his throat.

"You like that?" Nikolai asked him slightly breathless. Fyodor nodded, his eyes slowly filling up with tears from your fast paced strokes, painfully sensitive from his previous orgasm. Nikolai giggled as he started thrusting faster inside of you, his balls slapping on the underside of your pussy, leaving a little bitter-sweet bruise behind. You were moaning loudly, mind hazy as he kept hitting your sensitive spot inside and making you grip Fyodor's cock harder. Fyodor gasped out sharply as your stroking became unbearable, sweet sobs escaping his lungs as he moved his hand further down, fingers gently circling on your clit. You let out a quick chain of whimpers as two of them kept pleasuring you, Nikolai's thrusts vigorously hitting your g-spot meanwhile Fyodor's slender, cold fingers satisfied your swollen, needy clit. Nikolai wrapped his hands around your hips, his fingernails leaving little imprints inside of your skin as he was getting louder, whining shamelessly as your pussy started clenching around him, making his contrasting eyes start tearing up. He was pulsating inside of you, little twitches stimulating you more as he was getting closer to his orgasm. You slowed down the pace on Fyodor's cock from intense pleasure making him let out a snivel of dissatisfaction as he continued messily kissing your skin. You could feel your orgasm slowly building up inside of you, your moans and whimpers becoming louder with Nikolai's as he kept persistently thrusting inside of you, his grip on your hips getting harsher. His cock started twitching more and more as his moans became agonizingly loud mixed with sweet giggles as he was finally reaching his orgasm, the thick whip of his warm cum filling you up inside making you more sensitive. You were whimpering out, your grip on Fyodor's cock slowly ceasing away. He let out another dissatisfied whine as he pulled away from your skin. Nikolai was panting, slowly fucking his cum in and out of you as Fyodor kept drawing circles on your clit. Fyodor's expression grew desperate, purple orbs sparkling from little tears of deprivation that were forming in his eyes as he leaned closer to you.

"It's my turn, let me please you. I am begging." he was pleading desperately, his cock aching for more friction.

"I don't hear you beg, Fedya." you were teasing as Nikolai slowly pulled out of you, making sure to not leave mess behind.

"Please...I promise I will be good. Please, Y/N." he was saying his pleas through a broken, almost raspy voice. You kept looking at him, waiting for more as you started stroking his cock once again to give him more motivation.

"I-, ah, I was good for you so...Please...mommy." he was whimpering his words out, his eyes desperately looking for your approval.

"So eager. Very well baby. Switch places with Nikolai." you ordered and two of them switched places, Fyodor kneeling between your legs, slowly lining up his needy cock with your soaking entrance. As soon as his sensitive tip touched your wet cunt he started whimpering.

"What a desperate slut." you said through a lighthearted laugh as Nikolai giggled next to you, his lips slowly kissing your neck and moving down to your breasts. Fyodor slowly pushed his whole cock inside of you, getting overwhelmed with your hot, wet cunt. Quick paced whimpers started escaping his parted lips as Nikolai's hand snaked between your legs, continuing what Fyodor did before and drawing circles on your clit with two of his fingers. Fyodor started thrusting faster, more coherent with his movement, his cock stimulating your sensitive spots perfectly. You were letting out pale whimpers and moans as Nikolai's fingers kept working wonders on your clit along with Fyodor's cock. Nikolai's lips wrapped around one of your nipples, his tongue brushing against it in quick but gentle circles. Fyodor was whining out, his cock twitching inside of you as he sped up his movement, closer to his orgasm. You were moaning out, your whole body filling up with warmth and tingles as your orgasm kept building inside of you. Each clench of your cunt around Fyodor's cock made him dizzy from pleasure, getting closer and closer to his release. You swiftly moved your upper body towards Fyodor, making Nikolai move away from your nipple. You cupped Fyodor's cheek, both of you panting and whimpering as your orgasms were on the edge of bursting. You kept looking at his eyes that were half lidded, a string of saliva sparkling in the corner of his lips. His cock was twitching inside of you as your pussy kept clenching and relaxing around him. Nikolai kept his pace on your clit, bringing you even closer to your release.

"Cum for me. Cum with mommy, Fedya." you emphasized the word, throwing him over the edge immediately, his cum filling you up inside as he was letting out high pitched and raspy whimpers and whines. He threw his head back as he was riding his orgasm, sloppily thrusting inside of you but trying to keep up the pace. His warm cum spreading inside you as well as the tip of his still half hard cock pressuring your sensitive spot and Nikolai's skillful fingers circling on your clit threw you over the edge, your lower tummy filling up with warmth as you finally reached your orgasm. You threw your head back, intense pleasure spreading all over your body as silvery moans kept escaping your lungs. Fyodor pulled out messily, a mixture of his and Nikolai's cum painting the bed even more as Nikolai slowed his movement completely, his fingers resting on top of your sensitive clit as your orgasm melted away.

"Good boys. Very good boys." you praised through a shaky tone as you let yourself fall back on the bed, closing your eyes and calming down. Nikolai and Fyodor came to your sides, putting their hands over your body and gently cuddling.

"Do you feel better now?" Nikolai asked in a soft tone, fingertips faintly brushing over your hip.

"I do but I still have to clean your mess as always." you said lightheartedly as you eyed the pools of cum on the bed sheets.

"Well then, let's at least make more mess that's worth cleaning." Nikolai teased through a low tone making you giggle.

"Is that your philosophy?" you asked through a little laugh as Fyodor started kissing your neck.

"As unnatural as it would be, I agree with him." Fyodor whispered in your ear making you chuckle.

"It appears the two of you learned how to work together." you said in a soft tone, the three of you continuing to enjoy each other for the rest of the day.

The End :) <3

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୧ ˚₊ EVERYBODY’S FALLING IN LOVE ( AND I’M FALLING BEHIND ) — itoshi sae

he has never been a lover, but the day he met you, he finally found what love felt like.

itoshi sae has never been a lover, because love has never been his cup of tea. it certainly not his thing to love, or do anything related to this word; he just dislikes it, for it leaves a sour taste in his mind. he has seen people around him fall in love, be so infatuated with the very thought of it, while dopey and lovesick grins stay on their faces.

and in that sense, itoshi sae is not a lover.

love to him is like a sour candy, too sour to contemplate that it might leave your taste buds numb for a while. love to him is fragile, and it is not in him to take care of delicate things, and a thing like that, he might just back out as is. he doesn’t like the way makes you weak, he’d rather be brave and have a harsh front rather than a soft and gentle one.

love is for the weak in his dictionary, it is for people who don’t have any strengths, to him love is just a mere words, a meaningless and a waste of time, to itoshi sae love is just a hindrance, nothing more or nothing less.

but sometimes a change of perspective could bring one to have a different view, and that was what brought itoshi sae to think about the world love again, a new point of view he gathered through a dreamy lens, one that was conjured up by the likes of you, a certain someone that brought him to like the way love felt.

a lot changed the day he met you, quite like a slap to his face ( literally ).

flashing cameras and crowding paparazzis are all he sees, they are quite blinding for sae, but he is used to bright lights and this lifestyle, having been a self made prodigy, he was surrounded by cameras and paparazzis. but he hated having eyes on him, for then he couldn’t have a life out of this captured world.

it’s always an article where he has been shammed or either an article which quite literally ensues rumours of him being a womaniser — having a new girl at his arm every week. it leaves a bitter taste in his mind to even think about such absurdities, so this time he was by himself at the latest football gala, a party for all the new club members to be exact.

sae finds it hard to be in the focus of everyone, men and women alike all like to be around him, but women are more to throw themselves at him, he despises the very fact such women exist. strained and fake smiles are all he shows, jaw clenched as he talks with men with mindset’s so different, five glasses of wine have been emptied by him since the time of arrival.

so soon he finds himself wanting fresh air, a breather from all this chaos, he finds a way out as soon as the lights dim and all focus on the stage in the room. he is silent as a predator is, and as good as an escape artist to make such an escapade but seems like the gods were not in his right, for as soon as he turns the corner, his cheek meets with a hand and it begins to sting.

never in a million years had itoshi sae thought of getting smacked in the entirety of the premiere.

“oh my gosh! i’m so sorry! i thought you were a stalker or something!” it’s a heavy accent he realises but the stinging on his cheek overlooks anything that happens around him. he shakes his head focusing at the voice at hand, but his heart almost leaps out of his chest at the sight before him.

( e.c ) eyes that gleam with worry as it seems to etch itself upon your features, you bite your lip in distress as you take notice of the red mark on his cheek, but his eyes are set on the way you bite your lip and he gulps, heart thumping in his chest. you observe his face that is just looking at you in awe, and as he looks into your eyes he realises you have no clue of who he was.

“i’m so so sorry!” the voice of yours breaks his stupor and the ache upon his cheek returns — it sure was a hard slap. you gulp as you see him fix his jaw, you swallow hard, the way he was suited up to the nines made you figure out that he was much more than just a creep; he looked famous.

your blood runs cold at the thought. your heart racing in your chest, as you await any loud gesture or shout for guards, or anything related to you being thrown out made your head spin.

“it’s alright, i was the one that turned the corner unannounced.” and sae is bamboozled at the words that slip past him, he looks at you, his eyes wide, and he notices your tense demeanour relax. a heavy sigh escaping briefly past your lips as you look up at him with a smile.

“but i-, um, i still apologise for the inconvenience.” you awkwardly chuckle, not cool [name], not cool, a voice rings in your head as you bite your tongue. it is then you make eye contact with him, his eyes are quite unlike any, and to him, yours were better than any. sae likes the way your eyes look like a hazy dream, he likes the way his reflection looks back at him through your eyes.

and in the moment he realised that he liked the way you looked at him, for you saw him for him, and not for the famous persona of his.

and since then, it’s been encounters here and there, finding each other at places you thought you’d never, bumping shoulder in areas one could have never fathomed. it turns from light glances to lingering ones, timid laughter turns into ones filled with nothing but genuine joy, small talks turn into conversation that ring through coffee shops.

then one hangout at his place, turns into a date at a place you like. then one date turns into two, then three, then four and soon they turn into long nights spend at your cost apartment, to ranging from movie nights at his. longing touches turn into never letting go of you, kisses that were once pressed onto his cheeks begin to linger upon his lips.

but itoshi sae was not a lover, so he never named the thing you had with him, but he liked that way you felt in his arms, he liked the way you fit right with him, he liked the taste of your lips on his, he liked the way you were his, yet not for him to keep.

for love was not meant for him, so then why did his heart ache at the thought of seeing you go. the mere thought of you being with another was like a nightmare to him, the very thought of you not being his, was utter torture for the said male.

yet here he was, a coward, he once again was a little boy who was scared to face the world to early, and love was once again becoming the victor and he could not accept defeat. he has watched many flourish within love, yet it wasn’t in him to be able to bear this sweet fruit of entanglement.

“you’re kind of stupid, you know that sae.” and for a moment, oliver aiku sounded right, he sounded to be much more truthful in the heat of the moment than he ever could be, much more better than itoshi sae was what oliver aiku had become in that instance. “certainly you look like a coward to me right now.”

and those were the last words, sae had heard from oliver before he was up on his feet, they ached as he rushed to your house, panting and huffing as he finds the door to your house to be right before him, shaky hands tremble in fear to press the doorbell, heart racing, he liked you, so what was there to fear in that.

as soon as his trembling hands press the bell and the door to your house opens, it takes everything in him to stop him from pressing his lips against yours. you were the only thing matter to him the most, in present and in future, you’ll be the sole thing that he’d like to call his forever and ever.

that fickle day itoshi sae had learnt so much more. he had learnt that love was not for the weak but for people who knew what strengthened them to the core. he learned that love was not bitter or sour, it was just missing from the right person and when you fall in love with the one that you know is true, you’ll know how sweet is the taste of the fruit.

and for the first time in forever, he wasn’t falling behind in any prospect anymore, especially in the case of love, for he had you.

the sole thing the brought him to a purpose he could have never known.

i like a chase, and itoshi sae is a man who certainly hates the idea of love but internally wishes to find just the right one ;)

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Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 10

Words: 4,4K

Summary: You didn't like him, at all. But due to your bad luck you would have to be forced to work with him and different circumstances end up leading you to the fact that perhaps the word dislike is not the one you would use to describe him.

Tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball

ac: _3aem

Notes: I was not going to post but Gege made my day with that 260 chapter, so here you have.

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You placed Satoru in front of you, hoping his figure would shield you from view. Of all the clubs in Tokyo, why did you have to run into that jerk here? You nervously bit your thumb, trying to come up with a plan to avoid being seen.

“Birdie?” Satoru tilted his head and looked at your face.

You sighed. That was true. You and Satoru were about to cross a line that had no turning back, but seeing that person threatened to ruin everything.

"Huh..." You looked at Satoru, trying to make the situation lighter. “No big deal.” You mumbled, shaking your head.

But Satoru saw through you. “There's someone here you don't want to see, right?” He deduced, his tone soft but insightful.

Your heart sank. How did he know?

"How...?" You started, before he interrupted you.

"Your face dropped when you saw someone behind me and positioned me to protect you.” He explained calmly.

You blinked in surprise, amazed at him. How could he be so observant? Despite your attempt to hide it, Satoru saw right through you, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension wash over you.

You raised your gaze a little to face Satoru's. “I… Yes there is someone here I would like to avoid.” You admitted nervously.

Satoru's expression was replaced with one of concern. “Do you want us to leave?” His voice sounded worried.

You were conflicted, a part of you wanted to leave, the atmosphere had become somewhat uncomfortable knowing that that person was there. But the other part, the part that wanted to continue enjoying with your friends, that wanted to continue dancing with Satoru and that felt safe being close to Satoru's presence, wanted more than anything in the world to stay there.

Taking a deep breath, you shook your head and smiled. “I want to stay.” You said firmly.

“Okay birdie, but if you want to leave, tell me.” He said, leaning down to get closer to you. “Let’s go where everyone else is.” He grabbed your hand once again, just as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

As you and Satoru walked side by side towards where the basketball players and the girls were, you felt a pang of reluctance as you let go of his hand when you reached the group. It was like a part of you wanted to keep holding on to him, not ready to let it go.

Quickly sitting down next to the girls, you tried to distract yourself from the feeling of emptiness. Starting a conversation with your friends helped you momentarily, but your thoughts kept returning to Satoru and to that person.

Looking at Satoru, you found him immersed in a conversation with his teammates, his smile illuminated his features. A bittersweet pain settled in your chest as you realized how much you enjoyed his company and the warmth of his touch.

“Something happened?” Kyoko whispered in your ear. You clenched your fists on your knees, Kyoko was the only one that knew about that guy and you knew her well enough to know that she would start to worry incessantly, so wanted you to avoid telling her.

“Don't worry, you know that my battery wears out after drinking a little more than the usual.” You smiled, not giving any signs of importance.

Kyoko looked at you unsure as if she should believe you or try to get out of you what you were hiding but she ended up nodding and trusting your words. The conversation flowed normally up until Shoko announced her intention to step outside for a smoke, you rose from your seat, claiming the need for fresh air, you followed her lead. Satoru's concerned gaze followed you, but you reassured him with a simple gesture, telling him to stay calm.

Stepping out of the club, the cool night air greeted you, washing over your cheeks and your uncovered legs. As you took a deep breath, you felt a sense of relief flood over you.

Beside you, Shoko lit her cigarette, the glow illuminating her features in the night. You stood in companionable silence for a moment, simply enjoying the tranquility of the night and the gentle rustle of the breeze.

“You want?” Shoko shook the pack of cigarettes in front of you.

“It’s been a while since I smoked.” You told her.

“Oh you left it? Shit I shouldn’t have offered you.” She said, putting the box away.

“I quit when we were in first grade, Kyoko hated that I smoked and helped me quit.” You explained.

“When did you start smoking?” Shoko asked you. “If you want to tell me, of course.”

“I think I was 15… I was dating my first boyfriend at the time and he was a heavy smoker, so he kinda dragged me in.”

“Shit that’s awful.” Shoko gasped. “I was 17 and it was due to stress of not being able to get into college.” She let the smoke out of her lips. “At the end I got in but didn’t gave up smoking.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Now that Suguru and Kyoko are dating, maybe Suguru also quits smoking thanks to her.” Shoko smiled. “So you and Kyoko have been friends since the first year?” She said, taking another drag on her cigarette.

“Yeah, she was the one to approach me and ever since then we have been together.”

You smiled remembering how Kyoko approached you that late spring when you were sitting on a bench alone eating a sandwich. She came at you like fresh air, like the morning sun heating your face. Kyoko entered your world to shake it completely.

“You care for her a lot right?” Shoko said.

You nodded still with a smile on your lips. “A lot, she is a sister to me.”

“She also cares a lot for you.” She rested her back on the wall. “When I met her, that time you were sick, she talked so dearly about you.” She smiled. “She even made Satoru sweat just by using her words.”

“Why would she?” You tilted your head confused.

“Oh you know, well it doesn't matter...” Shoko smiled. “Let’s head back.”

As you walked alongside Shoko, you suddenly felt a strong grip around your wrist, causing you to wince in pain. Surprised, you froze when you heard your name being called and instantly realized who was holding you.

Turning to face the source of the grip, your heart skipped a beat as you met the gaze of the unwanted individual you had been trying to avoid all night. It was him, the person you least wanted to meet.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" He scoffed, squeezing his wrist.

You tried to pull away, protesting against the pain coursing through your arm. "Let go." You demanded, voice strained with a mix of fear and defiance.

Shoko looked back, worried about etching his features as she watched the scene unfold. “Let her go.” She intervened firmly, approaching you.

The unwanted individual's gaze flickered between you and Shoko, with a smile on his lips. “She and I need to talk, don't we?” He insisted, with a possessive tone.

Panic surged inside you as you struggled against his grip, the weight of his words sinking in. “Naoya, you and I have nothing to talk about, let me go.”

Naoya let out a throaty laugh and looked at you. “Come on doll, you quit the bar without saying anything, you completely broke my heart you know?”

Naoya Zenin, your former boss. As his grip tightened around your wrist, a flood of memories returned: the days of working under his rule at the bar, the constant fear and anxiety that plagued you every time you set foot in that place.

When you started working at the restaurant, Naoya seemed like a normal guy, who treated you with respect and care. But as time passed, his true colors emerged, revealing him to be a complete macho asshole who harbored an unhealthy obsession with you.

The fear of running into him at the bar became one of your biggest nightmares. The weight of your debts hang over you like a dark cloud, threatening to engulf you if you didn't continue to put up with Naoya's harassment.

Fortunately, Kyoko came to your rescue, offering you a lifeline out of the toxic situation. Now you only worked in the grocery store and you didn’t have to worry anymore about that asshole.

But there he was, once again in front of you looking at you with those sick eyes.

Shoko called you out and you looked back at her. “You know him?”

You clenched your fists and nodded as you turned your gaze to him. “Unfortunately.”

“Hey!” Shoko spoke. “If you don’t want to get in trouble, let her go and stay away from her.”

“And what will a filthy woman like you do?” He smiled arrogantly while still holding your wrist.

“Oh don’t worry. She will take care of you.” And she pointed behind him.

Yuki was outside the club and was standing right behind Naoya. He laughed ironically and Yuki with a half smile grabbed the hand that he was holding tightly to you and moved it away from you, causing a sharp scream to escape from Naoya's lips. Shoko on her part grabbed you by your arm and pulled you closer to her, moving you away from him.

“Show me your wrist.” Shoko demanded, so you did as she told you. “It's red. It hurts?” You nodded slowly. “We better put some cold in it. That bastard.” She said, bracing you against her. “Yuki…”

“I’m done.” She smiled. “Get near her again and you will see.”

As Shoko and Yuki took you back to the club, you felt a mix of relief and apprehension swirling inside you. Naoya was left laying on the ground, mumbling incomprehensible words.

Shoko walked up to the bar and asked for some ice to put around your wrist so the redness would go away. When the ice touched your skin you grimaced in disgust at the feeling of the cold hitting your skin.

“What happened?” Kyoko appeared right next to the three of you.

“Kyoko…” You whispered, surprised she came that fast. “Oh this!” You pointed to your wrist. “It’s nothing I tripped outside and hurt my wrist but it’s okay.” You smiled.

“Ugh…” She held your wrist carefully. “You need to be more careful.”

“It’s okay, Shoko and Yuki were there.” You tried to calm her down. “Now go back to your boyfriend.” You winked at her. “He is waiting for you.” You said and Kyoko turned to see him and then back to you.

“Are you sure you will be okay?” She insisted again.

“Super sure. Now go!”

Once Kyoko returned with Suguru, you begged Shoko and Yuki to keep the incident a secret, fearing unnecessary worry and complications if Kyoko and also if Satoru would go find out. However, their solemn expressions told you that keeping it secret was not an option.

"I'm sorry, but we can't hide this." Shoko said softly, her voice tinged with sadness.

You understood her concern, although it weighed heavily on you. Knowing that Kyoko would start to worry only increased your distress, but deep down, you realized that they were right.

"If they ask us, we will have to tell them." Yuki added, his tone firm but compassionate. "It's best that you tell them yourself, for your own well-being and safety."

Reluctantly, you agreed to talk to Kyoko and Satoru, promising to address the situation but choosing to wait until the party was over. You didn't want to ruin the night with those news and preferred to enjoy what was left of the night.

You went back and sat with Shoko and Yuki while Kyoko enjoyed her time with Suguru. Briefly you saw Satoru speaking with the same girl you saw him that time he was acting strangely and something inside you stirred. You clenched your fists and looked away from where the two of them were laughing. You knew you had no right to be angry because you and Satoru were absolutely nothing, but you still were. You were completely jealous.

You grabbed your new drink and took a big sip, feeling how it burned in your throat. You looked pathetic, with your drink in your hand, the alcohol rushing through your system and your gaze fixed on a person who was absolutely nothing of yours.

You wanted to get up from where you were, approach them and take Satoru away, to a place where only the two of you could be, where you were the only one who looked into those eyes and they looked back at you. A place where only you could see his smile.

Oh fuck you had actually passed the event horizon and fallen into the black hole that was Satoru Gojo.

There was no turning point.

There was no escape for you.

You watched her lean towards him, close, too close for your liking. You wanted to scream for her to get away from him. You stood up from your seat and felt the world spin slightly. But with clumsy steps and through the people you made your way to where Satoru was. When you were close enough you grabbed his arm and pulled him towards you.

“What…?” You heard him say.

“Satoruuuuu.” You stretched out his name, while you hugged his arm tightly. The alcohol was causing you to do things that had never occurred to you but there you were.

“Birdie?” He opened his eyes when he laid his eyes on you. “You are drunk?” It was a question but sounded more like an affirmation. “How much have you drunk?” He said with a worried tone.

“Hmm…” You tried to think. “Like three… or maybe it was four. But I’m not drunk.” You smiled. “I’m just happy.” You rested your face on his bicep. “You told me you would accompany me drinking, but I'm alone.” It was a lie, but you wanted him to come with you.

“You are clearly drunk.” He looked at you with a serious face. “Come on.” He put his hand on your back and you started walking. “Mei Mei we'll talk about it.”

So her name was Mei Mei. You had never heard of her, but certainly for the only two times you had seen her she was someone with money and who moved in the same world as Satoru.

The same world as him. You were far from that world, in fact it was impossible for you to even think about touching it with your fingertips.

“What are you thinking about birdie?” His voice once again taking you out of your own thoughts.

“Just… nothing.” You said with a sigh.

You both sat once again in the spot where you were just a few minutes ago. This time Shoko and Yuki and everyone else were gone. It was just you and Satoru.

You felt them grab your wrist and you quickly pushed them away, scared by the sensation. “Birdie…” Satoru spoke.

“Sorry… I fell and my wrist still hurts.” It was true, Satoru didn’t know.

“You fell?” He said with worried eyes.

“Just tripped and fell, nothing to worry about.” You tried to laugh it out.

“Let me check.” He insisted.

“It’s pointless, Shoko already treated me.” You said showing him your wrist.

He checked your wrist carefully and then looked up to you. “This doesn’t look like you tripped. Birdie what happened…?”

You looked at him and then to your hands, it was pointless to lie to him, you were going to tell him anyway. “An asshole grabbed me, but Shoko and Yuki helped me out.” You were leaving a lot of information out.

“Which asshole? Why?” His voice tone was serious. “Birdie, look at me.” And you did. “Tell me the truth. Are you really okay?”

You took a breath and then let it out. “I was scared at first, but now, I’m okay.” You could see he was not convinced with your words. “I swore Satoru, I’m fine. I’m okay. I’m here with you, so there is nothing for me to worry about.” You gave him a smile.

He hesitated but ended up nodding. “Alright but if you see the asshole nearby, just…”

“Yeah yeah, I know…” You shook your head. “Now let’s go for something else to drink.”

“No way.”

“Why?” You protested.

“Because you are starting to get drunk.”

“I am not drunk, just…” Jealous. But you couldn’t tell him that.

“Just what?” Satoru tilted his head.

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter.” You looked away. “But c’mon Satoru, let’s have one drink together. I’m not that drunk anyways.” You stood up and started walking towards the bar.

“You are not going to stop, right?” He whispered to your ear.

“Nop, until I get my drink with you.” You said, showing off your smile.

He laughed. “You better not throw up on me again.” You grabbed your cocktail and looked at him offended.

“I was sick, you know?” You drank a bit. “You are not going to order anything?”

“No, it’s enough drinking for me.” He shrugged.

You linked your arm with his and rested your head on his shoulder as you walked back to where you had been sitting. The alcohol and jealousy were giving you a courage that you wouldn't have thought you would have at the start of the day.

When you rested your head you felt Satoru tense up, did you make him nervous?

“Being drunk makes you incredibly clingy, you know?” He said when you both sat back down.

Maybe or maybe I want to be with you like that.

You wanted to say it out loud but even if you were a bit, just a bit drunk, you didn’t have the courage to do it, so instead you remain silent, listening to the loud music playing and feeling Satoru’s heat next to yours.

“Don’t sleep on me, please.” Satoru whispered to your ear.

“I won’t.” You said, although you were a bit tired. “By the way, did you come here by car?”

He shook his head. “I came with Nanami.”

“Oh… the tall blonde guy Haibara’s friend.”

“Yeah the one you said was handsome.” He challenged.

“Your feelings are still hurt, Gojo?” You tease back.

“Nah because I’m obviously more handsome.” He flicked his head backwards.

“Sure…” Yes you are Satoru. “I haven’t seen Haibara…”

“Oh I think he was busy.” Satoru said, looking away from you. “Let’s play a game.” He looked back at you with a smile.

“Play a game?” You tilted your head. “What are you 16? You want us to spin the bottle so you can kiss me or something like that.”

You watched Satoru swallow as you said the words ‘kiss me’ but then he shook his head and a smile appeared on his face once again. “No, I want 7 minutes in heaven with you baby.” And he winked his eye.

Oh you did have a crush on him for sure but he was still an annoying pain in the ass. “In your dream Satoru Gojo. Now for real, what game?”

“20 questions.”

“20 questions? Oh for real you hit your head and turned back time to when you were 16?”

“C’mon birdie. This way we could get to know each other better.”

“Are you going to ask me what my favorite color is?” You said teasing him.

“Maybe, but listen to make this more fun, every time we don’t want to answer something we have to drink.”

“You don’t even have a drink.” You pointed out.

“I will buy one now. But c’mon birdie it will be fun.” He pouted.

“I thought you said I was drunk already, now you want me to drink more?”

“If you don’t want to drink more then you will have to answer honestly.” He smirked.

Ugh that stupid, handsome smile.

“Deal.” You said. “Go for your drink, I won’t be nice with you Satoru Gojo.”

“I hope you aren’t because neither I will be.” He winked and went for his drink.

As you watched Satoru approach the bar counter, a whirlwind of emotions swirled within you. Despite the occasional urge to strangle him, his playful antics and teasing comments often testing your patience, you couldn't deny the genuine affection that had grown in you over the course of these weeks.

His company had a way of lifting your spirits, casting a comforting glow even in the most challenging of times. And as you reflected on the night's events, a soft sigh escaped your lips, mingling with the ambient sounds of the bustling club around you.

The two of you had shared intimate moments on the dance floor, lost in the rhythm of the music and the warmth of each other's touch. And yet, in the midst of the euphoria of the night, the shadow of Naoya’s presence had caused you not to take a step forward, a tricky step that could have complicated your situation with Satoru.

When Satoru returned to the couch, his smile radiant and infectious, you felt a surge of warmth flood your chest, erasing any doubt or hesitation that lingered within you.

“Okay.” He put down his drink. “You wanna start?”

“What an honor.” You smiled. “Okay Satoru, hmmm…” You thought for a moment. “I will be nice and ask you something easy, cat or dog person?”

“Cat person, definitely.” He nodded. “Wanted to adopt one but I think I’m not ready for that responsibility.”

You nodded. “Okay now it’s your turn.”

“Favorite color?”

“Definitely a question a 16 year old would ask.”

“C’mon birdie, answer.”

“Red.”

“Is that why the dress?”

“Yes and because it makes me have nice tits.” You smiled with all your teeth.

“Definitely.” He said looking down.

“Hey!” You snapped your fingers on his face. “My eyes are up here, you pervert.”

Satoru blushed a little bit and then he chuckled. “Yeah… I was just corroborating your point.”

“Sure…okay my turn I guess. Why did you chose this degree?”

“Easy. When I was a child, the stars and everything related to space intrigued me greatly. And I always wanted to find an answer to each of the questions that arose in me, so I decided to study that career to be able to answer the questions of my inner child.” You could see how his eyes shone when he said all that and how a wide smile spread across his face, showing some small dimples that you had not noticed until that moment. “How about you? Why did you decide to study this?”

“My mother used to be an astrophysicist, when I was little she would take me to the garden of my grandmother's house and talk to me about the different stars and constellations in the sky.” She shrugged, feeling nostalgia course through your body. “I guess our reasons are a bit similar.” You looked at him smiling.

“I guess so.” He smiled back. “Go ahead, it's your turn to make a question. We still haven’t drink a bit, you know.”

“Alright…” You paused and thought about what you could ask him, and there was a question that had been on your mind for a while. “Who was that girl you were with before?” You clenched your hand, making your nails dig into your palm.

Satoru looked around. “Who? Mei Mei?” You nodded. “Mei Mei is an old family friend. Her family runs a company and we usually meet each other at business parties and stuff like that.” He explained as if it was nothing. “Why? Don’t tell me you were…”

“I was just curious.” You cut him before he could say any other word. “You seem to get along with her. That’s all.” His gaze was on you. “C’mon your turn.”

“Why don’t you practice taekwondo anymore?”

Oh. That question. The answer was quick, you had broken your tibia and fibula, the reason was because it was more complex and you didn't feel ready to tell Satoru. Not yet. So you grabbed your glass and took a sip. Satoru looked at you strangely.

“I’m not ready to talk about it.” You told him, to which he nodded. “Have you and Suguru ever had anything?” You asked him, causing Satoru to choke on his own saliva.

“What's with that question?” He exclaimed.

“Don't blame me, the whole first year Kyoko and I really thought you two were dating.” You shrugged.

“No, nothing has ever happened between us. We are best friends." He said.

“Okay jeez, you got really nervous Satoru.” You teased him.

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes.

“But would you?” You kept on teasing him.

“Jesus birdie! Suguru now has a girlfriend and I…” He shut himself. “Those were two questions.”

“Oh c’mon.” You cried.

“My turn.” He smiled cockily. Oh this was going to be a good one right? “Why do you hate me?”

“Hate you?” He nodded. “I don’t hate you Satoru.”

“Then why did you avoid me?”

“Oh that… I guess you don’t remember it.” He looked at you confused and you sighed. “The first day you dumped me, I fell to the floor and well you didn’t even look at me.” You said.

“I… I did that?” He said.

“Yeah… then I found out you were the rich kid from the Gojo clan and I guess, I didn’t want to have anything to do with you.” You shrugged.

“Shit birdie, I don’t… I don’t remember it.”

“Doesn’t matter, you were on your phone, angry and besides you turned out to be a pretty decent guy, unless you are faking all of this.” You raised your eyebrow.

“I would never pretend to be someone I’m not with you.” He looked at you with the most serious look and you believe every single one of his words. “You believe me?”

“That’s another question already.” You said still looking at his eyes.

“Then ask me another question, birdie…” He whispered and when you felt his breath touching your skin it was when you realized how close, once again you were from each other.

Your eyes indirectly went down to his lips and then returned to his eyes, you salivated as you noticed how your throat had gone dry and you took a breath. “How many shots would you need to kiss me?” Satoru stared at your face and you felt that the seconds it took him to respond turned into minutes.

“None.”

Notes: Someone commented that every single Gojo fic has a Naoya on it to make the reader suffer, but let me tell you something I was going to put Mahito first but I needed someone with money for future events, but don’t worry he got get into Gojo’s and Birdie’s business 😊

Also, another cliffhanger lol and this time you will have to wait until the 30-31, I have exams next week and I’m also seeing Taylor Swift, so I won’t be able to post anything.

Anyways, I hope everyone liked and thanks for the comments and kudos ❤️

p.s: but daddy I love him chapter 2 this weekend

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