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#my favorite book of all time is Holes. i read it like once a year

theblueflower05 · 7 months

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Mi Ti’ong(In Bloom)

A/N: Usually I try to keep my readers pretty ambiguous so that everyone can envision themselves, but this ones gonna be a little more distinct. If that isnt your jam, please dont read! No use of Y/N. Reader nicknamed Flora. Based on the character from Winx Club! And this art!

Word Count: 6k+

Warnings: Size difference kink.Mature Language. Smut. Overstimulation. Oral sex(female receiving) Neteyams a munch, it’s canon now.

Summary: Neteyam can have anyone and yet he only wants you. A small human who can usually be found among the flowers. Neteyam x Human! Reader

Sugar, honey, iced tea. Bumble bee on the scene.

Yeah I’d give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie, ugh!

-See You Again, Tyler the Creator.

The forest is alive, the beating heart of Eywa felt in each and every leaf among the trees.

Every glowing piece of flora and fauna, every creature whose calls echo through the vastness.

This time of year is special and it's as though it is known. Deeply and primitively by all. The rains had come and gone, nearly a month of bruised skies that had bogged down the village and its daily life.

But as they always do the skies cleared, and the sun made its reappearance. Glittering and glimmering- triple rainbows breaking out in kaleidoscope like figurations. Beaming down with all of it’s warmth and vitality.

The earth is well fed and fertile, the soil rich and blooming with new life.

It’s that new life that brings the talioang(water buffalo like beasts) back. The creatures return in great migrations to the lush pastures of sweet new grasses to have their babies. The fish swim upstream, battling the roaring rivers, to spawn. The fruit hangs heavy and ripe in the trees. All around there is nothing but full bellies and joy.

This period of abundance is the Great Mother’s gift to her children.

It had always been Neteyam’s favorite time of the year.

Everything lush and bursting with life, the excitement a low constant hum amongst the tribe. The Great Hunt is coming and his father had given him the okay to take lead.

In his nineteen years, he had never been appointed with so much responsibility.

Jake tells him it will all be fine, nothing but easy smiles. This will be good. A fantastic way to show the clan that he’s ready to take on the title of Olo’eyktan once his father steps down. Although he manages to keep is calm and cool demeanor in public, he’s so fucking nervous he can barley function.

It’s why he’s here, trudging through the branches.

The village is buzzing with excitement. Everyone wants a moment of his time, their voices overlap as they wish him good luck.

Question his competence as head of the hunt.

Subliminally hint that hunters twice his age have never gotten the chance to do what has been so freely handed to him.

Remind him that their daughters are pretty. Unmated. Makes the best steamed Teylu. Are fertile and willing to give him strong children-

Fuck.

The moment he could, he’d slipped away. Disappeared into the foliage and had booked it deep into the trees, desperate for a moment alone. For a moment of silence and the peace of being away from prying eyes.

He doesn't even really know where he’s going.

Only that he just needs to be away. If only for an hour. He needs to recharge his ever draining social battery, to get his head on straight before tomorrow's hunt.

Neteyam has always performed his best under pressure.

Things that made others balk and cower ignited something in him. A need to fight. To prove himself- it’s not the prospect of high adrenaline and stampeeding hooves that makes him squirm. It’s all of the attention its garnering.

He know’s fully well that being the next Olo’eyktan means that attention comes with the territory. But that doesnt mean the thought of everyones focus on him doesnt make his indigo skin crawl.

He’s leaping aimlessly between vines when he remembers his sisters earlier proposition.

“Come with me and Flora to the watering hole today! The waterfalls are so pretty during this season- We’re going to go swimming!”

It’d been tempting this morning, and now it is even more so. He could use a dip in the cool waters and Kiri was always an ear to vent to when he got overwhelmed. He’d clear head and then leave-

He wouldn't get stuck staring at you.

Again,

No.

He can't pinpoint exactly when this happened.

It was like one night you were just another human at the Outpost. Another familiar alien face he’d grown up around. Just like Spider you’d stuck close with the Sully children. Your cheeks always flushed beneath your exo-mask and your fingernails always dirty and caked with mud from the hours and hours you’d spend tending to any and all plants that came in your line of vision. You were always so soft. Too soft for his liking sometimes. You’d cry at just about anything whether it be one of those old Tawtute movies the scientists played at the lab or the sight of an injured shimmyfly.

And then suddenly gone was that snotty, teary little girl he’d always known. And in her place was…you. A woman grown. Beautiful and bold- and there was strength in your softness now. You’d proved him wrong so many times- made it clear that you weren't another responsibility he’d have to shoulder-

“I can take care of myself, Neteyam” you’d insisted, never letting him carry your heavy baskets or tend to your scraped knees.

It’s maddening, the way that you shrug off any and all of his advances drives him fucking insane.

Neteyam approaches the secluded bank of the watering hole that his family loves best slowly, keeping in the treeline. Just out of sight. Just like he’d expected he finds you and Kiri on the familiar sands. Kiri is lounging in the sun, eyes closed and humming a pleasant tune to herself-oblivious to anything around her. He’d have to chastise her about her complete lack of situational awareness later.

You’re knee deep in the lake- tending to the water lilies that grow close to shore. Your back is to him but he bets your nose is all scrunched up, just like it always is when you’re around anything green and growing. His eyes drink you in greedily. All of your sun kissed skin is on display in the tiny faded pink panties you don for swimming.

He’d never found humans particularly pretty before you. The intense differences in their bodies had never appealed to him-

But Eywa, are you something to look at.

Time had been kind to you, and as you’d grown your body had morphed into something goddess like. You’re a real looker, his father had claimed. Would’ve been a total knockout back on Earth.

You’re all plush curves. Your breasts are pert and sit like rip hanging fruit on your chest, your hips wide and thighs jiggly and thick. And your waist…he’s sure if he put his much larger hands around them, his fingers could touch. He could cage you in his hold.

That thought has him biting his tongue, hard enough to taste metallic. You turn a bit, your laughter chiming over the glittering water like soft wind at some dry joke Kiri made.

Your hair color is light, lighter than any Na’vi’s and falls down around your shoulders in thick waves. He can only make out the side of your face but your full lips are pulled into a coy smile and your light jade eyes sparkle and all hell. Neteyam is so gone on you.

You’re like nothing he’s seen and definitely nothing he’s had.

And since his Iknimaya he’s had his first pick of the women of the clan.

He’s tasted passionate huntresses and flexible dancers alike and none of them satiate his thirst. None of them are able to replicate what he can only imagine you might taste like. It’s almost pathetic how many women he’s had and how many times he’s almost called out your name as he emptied his seed.

Neteyam’s more discreet about his romps than his brother, that’s for sure- but still. It’s a known fact that he’s an unmated male at his prime and that comes with a certain appetite. He can have anyone he wants, any Omatikayan woman would be glad to spend a night with him.

Yet somehow he’s lurking, hiding in the bush. Watching you longingly. Simpering like a pre-teen and pining over the way that the sunlight plays in the strands of your hair.

He shakes himself from his embarrassing reverie.

No one would be able to tell that just moments before he’d been debating on stroking his cock to just the sight of you, lurking in the trees like a creep. No. As he approaches its with his head held high and a sharp smile on his handsome smile.

“Brother!” Kiri grins, sitting up once she clocks him.

“What are you girls up to?” Neteyam greets. Cool as a cucumber.

“Nothing much, just been here since dawn. The waters so high this year!” Kiri picks up a fruit from beside her, peeling at its tender meat “everyone’s been out here today-on the other side, but no one knows how to get to this spot so we’ve had the beach all to ourselves”

You’re coming in from the lapping shore, beaming at him “Look at all the paysul(waterlily) that’ve bloom! I’ve never seen this many- isn't it amazing?”

“They are very beautiful. The rains were hard this year. I’m surprised the flooding wasn't worse” Neteyam tries not to focus on how tiny your chest covering- the bra as you call it- is. He turns his attention to his sister instead.

“Where’s Tuk, I cant believe she’d miss a chance to swim with you guys”

“She’s with mom, stuck on weaving duty since she tore grandma’s favorite tapestry” Kiri snorts because her baby sister had thrown a complete fit when she had been told she couldn't come “What about you? I thought you we’re too busy to hang out with the likes of us”

“I was able to make a little time for my favorite girls” Neteyam jests, amused by your eye roll and Kiri’s scoff “Plus, Lo’ak told me you need some humbling. Seems you forgot who’s the best diver in the family”

“Oh, you’re on, Teylupil(penis face/dick head)”

After stripping down to only his cloth, his cumberband and com left on shore, he slips into the cool refreshing water with a pleased “Ah”. Enjoying the gentle current against his skin-only to be tacked under the surface by Kiri and all of her bony lanky limbs moments later.

The sun soaked afternoon is filled with laughter and splashing. It’s exactly what he needs.

The three of you play in the river like children. Neteyam and Kiri go at it like the always do- careful to be gentle with your smaller form as you join in. It’s easy to forget the looming pressure of the hunt while he’s jumping from the rushing waterfalls and racing his sister, discreetly preening when he wins and you cheer him on with little claps.

Eventually you all tire.

Kiri floats on the water and goes to that place in her head that she so often does. Completely at peace to be surrounded by nature. She claims it’s when she can best hear Eywa.

Neteyam keeps a bit of an eye on her to make sure she doesn't randomly fall asleep again. Hoping she’d have the sense to get back to the beach before that happened.

Water floods his face and goes right up his nose.

His head snaps to you, spluttering and wiping at his eyes, “What the hell?”

You just giggle innocently before disappearing beneath the surface.

Neteyam’s tail flicks with interest.

He decides to let you get your little head start. His heart speeds up with the promise of a hunt before he starts his chase.He might be bigger then you but you're quick and slippery. Your mask giving you the advantage of not having to come up for air like he does.

When he grabs your ankle, so sure he’s got you, you all but kick him in the face to get away.

You little shit.

Fine.

If you want to play dirty, then he’s game.

He allows you to think you have a chance. That you may be winning the little game. You’re heading for the waterfall, planning to hide behind it.

He’s bigger and more trained than you could ever hope to be.

It only takes one well planned move and you’re done.

He yanks a hold of you, secure. He holds you then, your back against his chest and his strong muscle corded arms wrapped around you from behind before propelling the both of you through the pounding waterfall and into the small, closed off cave behind it.

“Neteyam!” You whine, squirming in his hold like a fish and he just laughs because honestly. He can barely feel it. You’re trying to escape with all his might and he’s holding you the way he might hold a child throwing a tantrum.

He leans in close, burying his face in your wet hair, close to your ear “I win, Sylaung(flower)”

He feels you shiver in his arms and it just makes him hold you tighter. He could keep you like this forever, if you’d only let him. Instead he can feel without you even saying so how hesitant you feel about this

“I think I deserve a prize” he pushes on even further and you give him a confused, side ways look. He so graciously allows you to turn in his hold until your chests meet, face to face.

“Like what?” you wonder and you’re too cute. You’re looking up at him, struggling to treading water with your smaller legs- Neteyam lifts you higher, until you’re bracing your hands on his broad shoulders and he’s holding you above the current. Supporting you totally.

“Well what can you give?” His inquiry is almost condescending and you shrug.

“I’m fresh out of gold stars” you tease and he barks out a laugh. Do you think he can't tell? That he can't see the way your cheeks flush and your pulse hammers beneath the delicate skin of your throat?

“What about a kiss” he offers offhandedly and your face scrunches up in a glare automatically.

“You don't want to?...”

“Why do you make fun of me like this, Neteyam” It’s not often he hears your voice this hard, soured by embarrassment and self doubt.

“I’m not making fun of you” he insists with a sigh “I don't know why you always say that. When have I ever given you the impression that I’d do that?”

You won't meet his gaze. Your green eyes flick, anywhere but on him. Zeroing somewhere behind his back. All too interested on the rocky cave wall.

“If it wasn't for this damned mask” Neteyam husks, low and sincere “I’d kiss you right now”

Even still, you don't seem convinced. Won't look at him until he takes your face in his hand, his fingers gentle but insistent. They grip the mask at your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Why don't you believe me?”

“I’m nothing like the Omatikaya women you’ve been with” you say plainly like it's so obvious. Like it's a problem.

“I know”

“You didn't even like me growing up. You thought I was annoying”

“That isn't true-”

“It is” you insist haughtily “you’d make fun of me for talking to my plants”

He doesn't mean to laugh, really he doesn't. It’s not the time for it and it just pisses you off even more. He doesn't let you out of his arms even when you swat at him. “Listen, I’m sorry. I think it’s very sweet the way you talk to your plants. I want you to talk to me just like that, please”

That earns him a little giggle and he feels very pleased with himself.

You play with his hair often, most times it's mindless. A way to distract yourself. Your small deft fingers twirl along his adorned braids. He craves the scritch of your manicured nails on his scalp.

“How do you want me to kiss you? If I have my mask on” The interest in your hair is only just veiled. Your attempt at being nonchalant fails.

“Hmm” Neteyam feigns thinking, face screwed up “I think I could come up with a few ideas”

A few thousand more like it. You were the star of all of his fantasies. You, twisted and contorted into positions that would surely make you blush. You, with your mouth hanging slack in pleasure. Screaming his name-

But you hadnt agreed to that. You only, just barely, agreed to let him kiss you.

When he leans in its slow. Slow enough to give you time to push him away.

The waterfall roars in the background, white noise, but even it can't drown out the thunderous beating of your frantic heart.

Then his lips are pressed against your throat, gulping in the sweet scent of you. He cant kiss your mouth, but he can kiss the sweet, smooth column of your neck. Your clavicle. Your quivering shoulders. The heavy flesh of your breast. His kisses are open mouthed, his rough textured tongue dragging over your skin, leaving saliva trails in their wake-

You gasp sharpley when drags the skimpy fabric of your bra down so he can get at your pebbled nipple. He’s just about to suckle, when the moment is broken.

“Guys! Where’d you go?!”

It’s Kiri. Obviously awake from her nap like meditation time.

Your eyes go comically wide and Neteyam reluctantly releases you. Not wanting to get caught with an armful of pretty, half naked human. He’s thankful for the cold water and the way that he can hide the hardness tenting his tweng.

He catches you by the wrist before you can dip beneath the falls-

“We’re not done here, Sylaung” the promise leaves his lips fevor laced and full of heat.

You can only gulp and nod dazed, “I still owe you a kiss” your sweet voice reminds, before you’re ducking back under the water.

Leaving him dazed and buzzing for a moment before he gets it together and follows.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Days later he still hasn't gotten his prize.

Although he’s celebrated by his clan, praised for his successful hunt, he feels like something is missing.

The Harvest Season and its celebrations are well underway. Every night there's dancing and singing around the large bonfires we’re fragrant spiced tailong meat roasts. Neteyam is highly decorated; feathers adorn his freshly braided hair and he's donned his most ornate cumberband. He’s hauntingly handsome

Spider and Lo’ak are sat near the main fire, laughing heartily and sharing a leather gourd full of liquor between themselves.

Spider’s obviously drunk and eyeing Kiri hungerly as she dances with Tuk- he’d never do that sober. Not with Neytiri so near. Lo’ak is lounged out, an attractive female in his lap. She giggles madly at whatever filth his little brother whispers in her twitching ear.

Jealousy bubbles acidicly in Neteyam’s belly and again, he wonders where you are. Why you arent here, in his lap. Letting him woo you.

He figures he’ll have to go to you then, if you won't come to him.

First thing to do is find you.

“Hey, Spider!” the human man is the best place to start. Spider’s eyes are glassy under his mask and still. His friend is excited to see him, greets him with a hand shake and a small hug.

“Neteyam, man! Where have you been all night?”

“Around, you know how it is” Neteyam shrugs, sitting sown on the log, accepting the gourd and taking a swig of the thick sticky sap inside. It burns all the way down.

“This partys essentially for him- I’m surprise you we’re able to get away from dad” Lo’ak shit-talks, like he always does. It’s good natured for the most part “I thought he might throw you a parade or something. Call in the clans-”

“Fuck you, man” Neteyam chuckles, shaking his head at Lo’aks theatrics. “Don't be jealous”

“Jealous of dad? Nah” Lo’ak “Now the women you’re getting? That I might be jealous of”

“Hey!” the girl in his lap, a weaver from a modest family, squrims, pinching at his shoulder “You’ve got all the woman you need for the night, sayrip”

She squeals when Lo’ak squeezes her tight around her middle and blows wet raspberry kisses into her neck.

Neteyam just rolls his eyes and shares a little look with Spider. By the next eclipse, Lo’ak wouldve moved on. He has a knack for loving and leaving.

“Why arent you out there, bro? I saw Amitsa giving you the eyes! She’s so hot and she doesnt ever give anyone the time of day” Spider juts his chin and sure enough. The woman is giving Neteyam longing looks from across the fire. She’s a pretty thing and her sultry voice is renowned in the tribe. He’d be lying if he said he wasnt attracted to her “You’re not gonna go try to get at that?”

No. He’s not.

“Uh” Neteyam scratches the back of his neck “I was actually looking for Flora, I havent been able to find her around lately”

Of course, that sets of a exactly what he knows it would.

His brothers are assholes and have teased his merciesly since discovering his obsessive crush. Spider knocks his much smaller shoulder against Neteyam’s and Lo’ak hoots with laughter.

“How someone can be pussy whipped for pussy they haven't even had is beyond me” Lo’ak snorts and Neteyam gives him a warning growl, his lips snarled up.

It’s nothing he hadn’t heard before.

Lo’ak finds it endlessly amusing that Neteyam had his eye on you, the tiny human he’d grown up so lukewarm about. It had always been his siblings; Kiri and Lo’ak and Tuk that were close with you growing up. Neteyam had never shown a speck of interest until your figure had grown curvy and supple-

“Piss off, I wasn’t asking you” Neteyam gives his best big brother stare down. His golden eyes hard and unimpressed before looking to Spider, hairless brows raised “You know where I could find her?”

“Listen man, she said wasn’t interested in hanging out with anyone tonight” the human man starts with a sigh and Neteyam’s growl is low and warning “-but I’m sure you can find her where she always is”

Neteyam wracks his brain for a moment “The Greenhouses?”

“Bingo” Spider nods, an almost sympathetic look in his eye as he watches Neteyam jump to his feet and set off.

Lo’ak sniggers and the girl in his lap scoffs and mutters something about “shameful, being that twisted up about a tawtute” but Spider says nothing.

Instead his plixr hazed eyes focus on the figure dancing close to the firelight. Kiri lets out a twinkling laugh at something Tuk says and yeah. Spider understands Neteyam. He understands being completely obsessed with something you’ve never had.

Instead of taking a note from his much braver brother, he lifts his mask and takes another shot of the acidic syrup.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Neteyam could make the trek through the forest to Hells Gate in his sleep..

He’d spent a good chunk of his childhood retracing these exact steps, headeded for the familiar concrete fortress that made up the last human outpost on Pandora.

Neteyam had always been far too similar to his mother, for countless reasons. But his distaste for everything industrial was one of the main reasons. As he got older he spent less and less time here. Couldnt be found in the cold echoing hallways like Lo’ak and the girls coul

But even he could admit.

There’s something beautiful about the Greenhouses.

With their dome like structure, the big glass buildings are a fortress for the humans. Inside they’re as hot and humid as the Pandoran rainforests- but circulating Earth air so that the fruits and vegetables that are native to Terra Firme can grow, even on this alien planet.

Neteyam makes his way inside, plugging in the codes into the keypad and letting himself in through the pressurized doors that slide closed right behind him. His eyes are peeled, taking in all of the foreign greenery, hoping to catch a flash of tanned skin or light hair in the cracks between trees.

The Greenhouses are huge. There’s orchards of apples and oranges and long deep garden beds full of root vegetables. Enough to feed the Hell’s Gate settlement throughout the year, to trade with the People of the Omaticaya.

No matter, he’s a blooded hunter after all.

He hones in on that training as he tracks your path. Your footprints along the cement floor are light, and really you barely leave any trace of yourself at all. You float along with light steps and Neteyam truly thinks if you had been born one of the People you would’ve made a fine huntswoman-

He finds you in the shade of the orange trees. You’re up on a stool, gathering the plump fruit and humming a pleasant little tune.

You’re ethereal in artificial sunlight.

You’re something out of the books that Norm used to read to them when they were kids. His favorite had been the one about the boy who would never grow up and the island of Neverland. And the tiny golden dust covered pixi that flitted from page to page.

A fairy.

A being not quite real. Too gentle and feminine to exist.

He likes the tawtute clothes you wear. The small top that clings to your breasts like a second skin and the flowy patterned skirt. Of course if it was up to him you’d only ever wear the garments of the People- or even better, Nothing at all.

You reach too high, strained up on your tippy toes and Neteyam feels irrational fear at that. At all of your delicate skin and breakable neck-

He’s beside you in an instant and he doesn't need a ladder to reach the high hanging fruit you’d been struggling for. He grabs the fruit with one hand while the other stabilizes you, his big palm spread out across the small of your back.

You gasp at his warm touch. Your head snapping in his direction and legs going wobbly.

“Neteyam!”

“Flora” He sighs as he urges you down from the ladder, takes the heavy bucket of fruit from your hands “You really do need to be more careful”

You splutter for a moment, still shocked at his sudden arrival “I- ugh! I was fine!” you insist haughtily “It’s not like I don't do this all of the time. You didn't need to come help me, I can manage perfectly fine on my own”

“Need to help you?” Neteyam cocks his head a bit.

“Yeah…I mean. Why else would you be here?” you ask, scratching awkwardly at your arm for a moment “Tonight's the celebration. You really should be back with the clan-”

“As should you” He cuts you off firmly. Not liking the way that you’re trying to separate yourself from the tribe. From him “I have not seen you for days. Do you not want to feast with our people?”

You sigh, looking away from him. Biting at that plump ever pink bottom lip of yours. Always shy, he knows he needs to bring you out of your shell. You’ll find a way to run away from him again if he doesn't.

“I didnt come here to help you” Neteyam admits because he’s selfish and because you’re too beautiful. Even more so, since you’ve been hiding from him. Avoiding his attention.

“Oh really?” you’re not coy by nature but there's something in your eyes. In the way you’re looking up at him “Then what are you here for?”

“My kiss”

Your pupils expand, just the tiniest bit but he can see it. He can see it all. Every inch of your pretty face, unbridled by that cumbersome mask you usually are forced to don. He can see every freckle and blemish- and the way that a blush creeps across the apples of your cheeks.

“A deals a deal” Neteyam insists at the prolonged silence. At your nervous flicking gaze.

“Okay” is your sweet reply and he can only stare at your plump lips. A man with one thing and one thing only on his mind.

You don't protest when he reaches for you. When his big hands go around your waist and tug slowly until he’s enveloping you in his chest. You fit so perfectly, right under his sternum. Stare up at him with wide eyes that flutter closed the closer he inches his face towards yours.

The kiss is wet and electric and Neteyam wants to eat you whole.

Any awkwardness that comes from the size difference is soon overcome by the desire that simmers between you. You let him lead, always so willing to go with whatever flow he may give. Let him nip at your delicate bottom lip until he can almost taste the metallic twang of blood. Let him stick his much bigger tongue into your warm mouth, and then down your constricting throat.

As you make little gasping choking sounds, he imagines it's his huge pulsing cock stealing the air from your lungs instead.

You gasp for breath when he pulls away, as he trails kisses down your soft jaw. He cant stop, wants to taste you everywhere. Every inch of skin. He know it must be overwhelming- if your heaving breaths and mewls are anything to go by, he knows you’re feeling every inch of the mind spinning need that he is.

Still,

No matter how much he gropes at you with rough hands and drags spit soaked kisses over your neck and chest, youre so good for him. Such a good girl. Holding on for any ride he might take you on. Your fingers twined in his silky braids arent there to push him away, but to pull him closed.

When he grasps you by the back of your thighs and hoists- you wrap your legs around his slim waist, your ankles hooking at his lower back.

The helpless noise you make goes straight to his groin.

Neteyam lies you down on hard floor. He’d rather have you in the warmth of his Kelku, or under the stars, but at least here he can get at your maskless face. At your bare lips. Once he’s cradling your head safely and tucked in between your spread thighs he's at you again. Ravenously.

You’re so docile, so eager to let him take whatever he wants.

“Flora” he husks into your hair and you shiver.

“Yeah?”

“Flora” Neteyam brings your little body even closer.”You have no Idea. I have to have you. I need-”

You squeak needily “You can have whatever you need” and gasp when Neteyam kisses your cheek. Your lips. Your jaw. Your neck. Your nerves are on fire and your hips grind against his.

“I need this body. I need to see all of it, you drive me crazy” Neteyam armits as he tugs on your top and you help him pull it up over your head. You dont wear a bra, why would you? Your pretty rosy nipples are all on display for him. Pebbled and begging for attention, He laps slowly with his wide textured tongue at the puffy nub.

He suckles like a newborn until you’re chivalry and making hurt little sounds, until your pretty chest is covered in blooming bruises.

And then he’s dragging his wanting mouth down. Past your heaving ribs and over your soft belly. Neteyam hikes the flowy material of your skirt up high, until he can bend down and poke his head underneath.

“Oh!” you gasp, writhing a bit. Your thighs trying to close on instinct.

You’re so wet for him, the smell of it is thick and heady and he digs his nose into your inner thigh and snuffles. Its mouthwatering.

And it bit mortifying, from your end. Having the large man with his head buried under your skirt as he sniffs at your core-

When he licks a fat stripe over you, wetting up the thin material of your panties you cry out. No ones ever touched you like this and here he is, licking at your clothed pussy. Over and over until the fabric is translucent and sticky with your flowing juices.

“Please” you mewl, gathering the fabric, yanking until you can see him.

Its filthy and erotic. The sight of his hulking blue body between your trembling tanned thighs. So alien. So taboo-

“Please what, sylaung?” Neteyam taunts, his golden eyes meeting yours. They shine with mirth, and lust. So much lust. When he noses at your pink flowery panties you throw your head back, eyes squeezed closed. Unable to take the sight any longer “You want me to take care of you?”

“Yes” you sob because you’re pulsing and you can barley breathe you’re so horny “Please take care of me with your tongue”

Neteyam strips you then, out of your skirt and cute little panties and you’re lying under him. Naked and flushed and wanting.

He shoulders himself exactly back where he wants to be. Where he’s always wanted to be.

“Don't worry, I’ll take care of this sweet pussy for you”

Oh god. Your head is spinning.

You can barely think as he kisses on the jiggling fat of your thighs.

“I’m sorry” you gasp.

Neteyam hums right against your core and you can feel the vibrations throughout your entire body “What for?”

“I’m so messy” you whisper, that pink blush blooming all over your body.

Groaning, Neteyam can't wait any longer. Your flavor bursts along his taste buds. Tangy and earthy and decadently sweet. He’s had his fair share of cunt before, but he’s never tasted a humans and he’s shocked at how saccharine it is. It’s sticky and coats his mouth and throat. His lips and nose and chin as he digs in.

“Neteyam!” You wait.

“Fuck. Oh, Eywa. One Second” Neteyam sits up and adjusts himself where his painfully hard under his tweng and the ache in you deepens. You try to be good, try to be still as he leans in and licks at you again. Kisses your pussy in that same beautiful passionate way he kisses your lips.

He’s good. Too good at this. He’s had too much practice and you never had a chance againts that oversized mouth.

“Holy fuck” the words sound even more vulgar in your honeyed voice “Fucking hell, Nete. Nete. I’m almost there”

Neteyam grin is hidden between the lips of your pussy. He doubles down, letting you hump and soak his face. Then lapping back at inside of you in a repetitive and ceaseless rhythm, One that has you shaking, arching up off the ground. Your plush thighs closing, clamping around his head as you come.

Your orgasm cinches tight and rushes around you, inside of you, out of you with a gush of slick. It’s so deep. So strong, that it takes a moment for you to truly peak and it leaves you in a daze. Out side of your body as you fuck up againts Neteyams mouth like a wild animal.

You’d never come so hard in your life and it takes a while for you to recenter.

Once youre able to focus past the rushing in your ears, the first thing you notice is Neteyam’s face streaked with wet. Your blush blooms across your cheeks as you both breathe unevenly into the quiet.

“Did that feel good?” Nereyam knows it did, but still. He needs to ask. Needs to hear you say it.

You giggle, girlish and airy as your dainty hand releases his hair and cups at his cheek “So so good. I’ve never felt anything like that before”

His grin is all too feline and seeing those white canines gleam so close to the most sensitive part of you is a little alarming.

“There’s so much more to come, yawntutsyip” Neteyam promises, leading back down. His fingers play with the jiggle of your thigh- so different then any of the Omaticaya women he’s had You squirm a bit, clearly overstimulated, but keep your legs spread anyway.

Neteyams long digits prod gently at your pussy lips. You’re oddly pretty here. All red and rosy and inflamed, like that blush he loved so much on your cheeks. He spreads you with two fingers so that he can look at you inside. At your quivering pink folds and your tiny little hole that clenches when he runs his finger along it.

“You’re so small here” he whispers, completely hypnotized by it “So fucking tight. You’ll never be able to take me”

You whimper unhappily “Don’t say that. I want to- please just try”

“Shh,” Neteyam soothes your cries. Your dazed worries. He distracts you with his tongue, as it swirls over your throbbing clit. It feels a bit like sandpaper to your nerves, but you can get enough.

When his finger begins to breach you, you hold your breath.

Its big, but youre so loose from your first orgasm, so desperate to be filled that he sinks in until the hilt.

Its maddening after that and you grind the back of your head into the hard concrete under you- your eyes closed and your mouth hanging open. The sounds you make are feral and raw-

Neteyam fucks you open with one and then two fingers until its easy. Until the sweet stretch doesn't burn- instead its slippery and wet.horribly wet as Neteyam feasts on you as he fucks you with his fingers-

“Too much-Fuck” you weakly try to pull away from the assult of pleasure but he he’s too strong. Pins you down. Makes you take whatever he wants to give you.

When he lifts your hips up even higher to take a curious lick at your puckered asshole you white out.

This orgasm isnt like the first. You sink under the waves of this one. Your muscles cramp with the intensity. You cant come back to yourself, you can’t cling to anything but Neteyam. You cant even scream.

He’s everything, as he soothes you. As he makes you feel things you’ve never felt before.

“H-hurts” you whimper, eyes filling up with tears. Pussy aching.

“Just a little more baby” Neteyam huffs as he licks at you and stuffs the hand that's covered in your cum down his own tweng. It lubricates the fast and furious pumping of his fist along his rock hard cock.

He cant fuck you tonight, thats something the two of you will have to work up to. He’ll teach your tiny body to take him. To crave penetration.

But with his tongue buried in your pulsating pussy and your scent all around him its easy enough to pretend. Easy enough to imagine shoving himself into you slowly. Stretching you’re ruined. Your hole would never be the same. You’d forever gape because of him-

Neteyam comes with a roar and dirties his loincloth up like a teenager.

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Later, after he’s cleaned you both up the best he can and gathered you to his chest. After he’s taken a sip from the breathing mask and nuzzled ar your wispy soft baby hairs that are plastered against the side of your sweaty head-

That he has the urge to read that book again. The one with the fairies. As he watches your slumbering face, your nose scrunching and lips pursing, he thinks the onlt thing missing is the gossamer wings,

His own little fairy.

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AAAAAAND we’re done.

First and foremost I want to give the wonderful @oakbuggy her accolades. Her Neteyam x Flora art inspired this fic 100%. A couple months ago I actually messaged her begging her to let me right this for her because I just couldn't get over this crackship of dreams. Thank you for being so patient with me. I hope you enjoy that overstimulation, baby!

PLEASE GO CHECK OUT HER ART. It’s sooooo delish.

This was a monster to write because I just had so many different ideas of what I wanted to do with the two of them and couldn't pinpoint where exactly I wanted the plot to go. Even now its a bit messy but still. I’m a fucking sucker for Neteyam x Flora and I would be more then happy to write more of them if thats something everyone would be into.

Please give me some feedback. What did we think about this writing style? Do we like the Y/N route more?

Until next time sweet honey bees!

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eddieschains · 5 months

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Drift

TW// slight mentions of abandonment issues if you look closely, not proofread, fluff

Eddie was always a night owl. At least that’s what he told himself to make him feel better. But you knew it was more than that. Once the sun went down and he was left alone with his thoughts, they ran all around his head and wouldn’t stop.

He tried his hardest to sleep at a decent time, but he had given up years ago. Most of the time, he wasn’t able to drift off until Wayne got home. And considering he didn’t get home until about 3am, that was definitely a problem. But something about just knowing someone was there with him was enough to let himself drift off into the safety that was sleep.

You took notice immediately when you started dating. You would wake up in the middle of the night to get a drink or use the bathroom, and he’d still be awake. He always said he had woke up in the middle of the night too, but you knew that was a lie.

You tried to give him ways to help him sleep like humming his favorite songs over the phone at night, telling him to watch some boring cable movie, drinking sleepy time tea, and none of it worked. You hated seeing him so awfully tired in the morning, his eyes bloodshot and puffy from lack of relaxation. You just wanted him to be happy and healthy in every way possible.

Wayne had to go away on a work trip, leaving Eddie alone in the trailer at night. You knew that meant he wouldn’t be sleeping at all. You took it upon yourself to come over, at least for a few hours of the night to help hopefully soothe him to sleep before sneaking back home before your parents noticed you were gone.

You were both sat on the couch, holding each other under the blankets as you watched whatever late night show you landed on while channel surfing. You rested your head on his shoulder, looking up at him to see if there were signs of exhaustion yet.

“Feeling sleepy yet?” You ask quietly, rubbing your thumb over his wrist. He looks down at you with a soft smile, shaking his head and kissing the top of yours.

“No. But it’s okay, sweetheart. You know I don’t sleep until late.” He holds you closer to him, squeezing you a little bit tighter.

“Yeah, but then you wake up more tired than you should be.” You frown. “And Wayne is gone… I just don’t want you to be a walking zombie in the morning.”

“Honey, I’m a walking zombie every morning.” He chuckles, placing another kiss to your forehead. “Plus, you’ll be leaving soon too. Even if I fell asleep right now, you know i’d wake up eventually when I realize i’m alone.”

You sigh. You knew Eddie had a problem with being alone, and that it contributed to his sleeping problems. He just needed someone there with him to make him feel safe.

You decided that whatever trouble you would get in with your parents for not coming home was worth being able to take care of Eddie. You wiggle out of his grip and stand up, holding your hand out for his.

“C’mon. I have an idea.” You smile as he looks at you with furrowed brows. He grabs your hand and stands up with you, allowing you to lead him to his room.

You grab one of his favourite books, The Hobbit, and take a seat on his bed, patting the mattress to tell him to sit next to you.

He takes a seat next to you, pushing the hair out of your face and kissing your cheek. “What are you doing, baby?”

“Gonna read to you.” You say as if he should’ve already known. “M’not leaving until you fall asleep.”

“But your moms gonna get mad at you.” He answers concerningly, continuing to kiss your cheek down to your shoulder.

“Let her be. My boyfriend needs me.” You smile and turn to kiss him softly. “Now c’mere.” You pat your lap as he moves to lay his head in it.

You comb his hair out of his face with your fingers, massaging his scalp lightly as you open up the book.

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit…”

You continue reading before you start feeling tired yourself. Your yawns interrupting your reading, so you set the book down on the bedside table and play with Eddie’s hair some more.

You look down to see his eyes are closed, his breathing is steady and there’s a slight snore coming from him. You giggle to yourself and kiss the top of his head before pulling a blanket over the both of you, drifting off into sleep with him.

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httpknjoon · 8 months

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marry me chicken | ksj

plot | After this dinner night with Jin, you learned how far can a chicken dish go.

word count | 1.9k+

genres | fluff, humor, slight angst, established relationship au, celebrity au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

note | i love this couple so much. it's always easy writing about them two <3 enjoy reading!

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"I don’t think I’ll marry. I mean it’s not like I’m against marriage. It’s just that I really enjoy being on my own for now.”

That line was your answer in one of the interviews you’ve done for a magazine cover when you barely turned 20. You don’t even remember why the interviewer was asking such a thing who just entered their twenties, but you remembered why you answered that.

At the time of that interview, you were living alone for the longest time. You have been residing in your own house since you were fifteen, learning to do things on your own. When you don’t have any agenda, you usually find yourself silently reading books in your then-small garden while wearing your pajamas or writing random thoughts in your room while playing some music in the background. You avoid going out then as you feel like the paparazzi are just burning holes in your skin. Every time you go out before, you would hear new made-up stories about you.

But now, you’re sitting on your kitchen counter, watching this man prepare tonight’s dinner with his favorite apron on. The appetizing aroma of butter and garlic makes its way through your senses. He loves cooking, you learned about that fact before you two even began dating, and you love watching him doing things he loves. This is how you usually spend your date nights for the past two years: in each others’ houses, enjoying the company of one another without cameras following you around.

Moments like this, where it’s just you and Jin doing things alone, make you think about the things you said. You would simply take that back and burn every print of paper with that statement. You two already discussed your future plans but when it came to marriage, it was vague and rarely mentioned.

‘Bub, I’ll melt.” Jin suddenly said as he placed a piece of chicken on a plate.

Your head lifted since you were resting it at the palm of your hands, “Hmm?”

Jin looks at you. He can tell that you didn’t really get what he said. You had a confused look on your face and he just shook his head with a smile and chuckle.

“You were staring at me,” he told you.

You laughed before making a dramatic eye roll, “Oh, please. Can’t a girl lovingly watch her boyfriend making dinner for her?”

“No, she can’t because her boyfriend gets so self-conscious when he feels her eyes on him,” Jin replied.

You laughed once again, now walking in his direction, and slowly wrapped your arms around his waist while Jin tried to focus on garnishing his dish. Taking in the smell of his perfume and the softness of his sweatshirt, you mumbled behind him,

“We’ve been dating for more than two years now. I really expected you not to blush every time I watched you focus on something. You should get used to it or else…”

“Or else what, Bub?”

Suddenly, Jin turned around still caged in your arms. His chin sticks on his chest as he tries to meet your eyes. There, he sees a cheeky grin on your lips.

“Or else I might look at something else—”

“Now that you wouldn’t do,” he smirked, wrapping his arms all over you. ‘Because I won’t let you. I’ll just make you look at me while I feel shy rather than letting your eyes go somewhere else. I won’t let that happen. Your eyes can’t look at somebody else. Just me. Only me.”

“Ooh, possessive. I like it.” You squinted your eyes at the same time you wiggled your brows, making him chuckle.

“You know I am.” he teased back. “Anyway, let’s go enjoy what I cooked. Prepare the wine while I put these on the table.”

You nodded, “Okay. Noted, sir.”

He snickered with that. The dinner went on with you, Jin, and your dining table with a lit candle for a romantic effect. Your daughter, Francheskat, was also quietly walking around the whole time. She was just observing you and your boyfriend while you chatted about different topics, looking judgy the whole time.

“How was it?” your boyfriend asked with a small piece of chicken left on your plate.

You hummed at first, chewing on the meat, before answering with your mouth full, “It’s creamy, it’s juicy. It’s perfect, I love it! Where did you find this recipe?”

You were so lost in the meal that you didn’t notice Jin shifting on his seat and gulping down, “Online…”

“Hmm, okay.”

Throughout the whole home date, Jin didn’t let you do anything except pour the wine for you two. He was the one who cooked and cleaned up even though you insisted on helping him in your own house.

“At least let me wash the plates.”

“No, you’ll sit down right there or I’ll tie you up–”

Jin just realized what he was saying as soon as it came out of his mouth. He turned his head to the side, where you sat again on the kitchen counter with your chin on your palms. You squinted again,

“Ooh, that’s so kinky of you, Sir.”

You wanted to laugh out loud at how he looked away with flustered red ears and neck. Ever since that time, you two did that thirsty tweets segment for Buzzfeed, you liked teasing him with anything that had something to do with him that had sexual undertones. Jin can’t do anything about it since he finds it hilarious how good you can always circle back on that kind of topic when he’s talking about other topics. It shuts him up sometimes. It didn’t help that he easily blushed and you knew a lot about him after that thirst tweet segment.

“Guess, I’ll just go wait outside.” you stood up with a playful smirk. “Francheskat, honey, let’s go.”

Almost an hour later, you and Jin are just chilling in your backyard. You had your favorite picnic blanket laid out on the green grass with your pillows. The fairy lights you had installed when you bought the house set up the mood perfectly. You sat there while Jin laid his head on your lap. He was talking about a project he auditioned for while you read the script he got for it.

“It was nice. The character seems well thought out and so is his backstory…”

You tried to stay present and listen to his enthusiasm for the role but he mentioned something that you have been thinking about for the last few months.

“Like, he was doing what he was asked to do for the sake of his marriage with Jen’s character–”

“Do you think you’ll ever marry me?” you blurted out of nowhere.

Silence became so loud as you felt Jin slowly move away from your lap. You pursed your lips, looking away while feeling the embarrassment boiling in your stomach.

“What?” Jin asked in a tone you cannot comprehend. Happy? Shocked? Confused?

Well, you can’t tell because you won’t look at him, “Nothing. Nothing. Let’s not talk about it anymore. Maybe I should get more wine–”

You were about to get up, wanting to leave the scene you began, but Jin held your wrist to stop you from going. Finally, you looked at him. And you don’t know if it’s the fairy lights or the wine but his eyes seemed to sparkle more like a little kid. His lips were slightly opened and seemed to form into a small smile.

“Stay.”

Sighing, you sat back down and your boyfriend did the same thing, properly meeting your eyes. You bit your inner cheeks. It felt like there was a drum inside your chest while you asked yourself in your head why you asked such a question. But Jin’s face remained calm— or happy? His lips were pursed but you can see the ends of his lips turning upward.

“Let’s just act I didn’t ask that. It’s embarrassing,” you mumbled, looking down.

You heard him chuckle. He reached for your hands and subtly played with your fingers by clasping them with his. You felt his lips, light as a feather but soft as a pillow, on your knuckles.

“You know… I have no other person in mind if someone would ask me who I want to spend the rest of my life with. Except you. If I were to write my vows, I would like them to be dedicated to you and no one else. So yeah, I think I would marry you.”

Fuck wine. Yes, you’re blaming it on the wine because how can you sob over three sentences your boyfriend just said while you two sat under fairy lights and a starry night sky. You closed your eyes for a second, letting the tears flow down your cheeks while letting out a shaky laugh. You felt stupid for even feeling nervous around Jin. but now, a sense of relief grew inside you. You opened your eyes and instantly instantly saw his smiling face. You were about to lean in to give him a kiss. But he continued,

"And when I bought the ring, I made sure to have it exactly on your ring finger’s size.”

Your eyes widened, eyebrows raised. You audibly gasped when you realized what he just told you. The edges of your sight are just blurry with tears just continuing to go from your eyes. Jin gently wiped it with his thumb before asking something out of the blue,

“Do you know what I just cooked for you earlier?”

“Is it relevant to what are we talking about right now?” you asked tearfully.

He laughed before reaching for his phone, “Wait, I’ll show you.”

All you can do is nod while sobbing over this overwhelming joy and love you have been feeling inside of you. Jin then handed you his phone and you see it was the screenshot of a recipe. An image of the same dish he cooked earlier was shown. Then, you read the name of the meal.

“Marry me chicken?”

Still, in tears, you asked Jin confusedly. He laughed at your reaction, “Yes. It says that it was named like that because it was so good that you’ll partner ask for marriage if they taste that meal.”

You wiped your tears with the back of your hand while weeping like a little kid, “That was so lame. But effective.”

With that, Jin stood up and softly pulled you along with him. So, you two stood barefoot on your picnic blanket. He looked directly into your eyes while he reached for something in his pocket. He slowly gets on one knee. You felt butterflies in your gut as he took out a familiar rose gold ring. A Tiffany Harmony.

Your jaw dropped open and your hand covered your mouth, “Oh my god, it’s the one I told Hailey about.”

“Yes.” Jin nodded and his eyes turned glossy. “I-I’ve been keeping this for almost a year now.”

His voice breaks in the middle of that sentence and you were just basically waterworks at this point.

“Bub, YN, Francheskat’s mom,” you two tearfully chuckle at that last title. He resumed, “Will you marry me?”

You were sobbing and nodding uncontrollably as you answered a shaky “Yes, of course.”

He swiftly slid the ring on your finger and got up. You immediately pulled him for a kiss with the overflowing emotions in your body. Then, you pulled away and rested your forehead on his. He whispered,

“I love you so much, bub.”

“I love you too.” you sobbed and wrapped your arms around him.

He hugged you back, resting his chin on the top of your head. Your head rested on his chest and your own heart skipped, hearing how close his heartbeats were.

It happened in the first week of November. Unbeknownst to both you and Jin, you would exchange your vows three weeks later.

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rosewaterandivy · 3 months

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—whatever's still to come [i.]

summary: Blood like yours, a love like yours could be halved and still be whole.

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: character death, big sads, grief, “they were soulmates”

notes: dearly beloved, we're gathered here today to kick this thing off and flirt with disaster. (pls don't hate me too much 🫣) this has been burning a hole in my brain for a while and caters to some of my favorite tropes. my goal is for this to read like a snippets of time series, and will be updated when inspiration strikes. that being said, get ready for my usual brand of filth and yearning™

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i.: i could break beneath the weight

He was never one to remember you first. Not in the eons since the pair of you began this song and dance, and it got harder and harder each time.

Taking a break, inviting some distance seemed like the best thing to do this time around. Close enough to keep and eye out or an ear to the ground, but far enough from his orbit so as not to invite any familiarity.

In the hope that it would be different this time; that fate would be outsmarted and once, just once you’d have some sort of life together.

But the universe had never been all that kind to you— all that was allotted were snatches of happiness throughout the years.

Several lifetimes for him, but one prolonged existence for you, casting centuries aside; so it goes.

It simply wasn’t meant to be.

Hawkins, Indiana was a sleepy, small town much like many others in the Midwest. Or, at least it was until a few years ago. Leave it to a government-funded lab to eradicate any sense of safety in suburban America.

The thought that kept hounding at you ceaselessly through your shifts at the book or record store was this: he was only seventeen when it all fell apart.

He was only seventeen but he’d never been one to turn away from a fight, especially if he felt the need to to protect someone. The rest of the party, you’d come to learn, was either roughly his age or even younger which was abjectly horrifying.

But then he was eighteen and the hits kept on coming— heartbreak for the first time, new and raw, hastily patched up and distracted by a boy too-smart for his own good in need of a friend. Then, nineteen and effectively on his own, working at the mall and then video store across the street from you.

While you’d seen the best and worst of what humanity had to offer in your many wanderings, in your wildest dreams you never thought it’d come to this: lying in his arms under the starlight, eyes growing heavy.

“Steve?”

That’s what he’s called, this time around. It brought a smile to your face because you’d always liked that name, and it fit him like a glove. Nevermind, that he’d first been given a form of that name in France during Le Grand Siècle, Étienne. Steven came from the Greek Στέφανος (Stéphanos) meaning wreath or crown, and, by extension of its verb form, to encircle, to wreathe.

Much like his arms were encircling you now.

“Mhmm?”

He doesn’t trust his voice not to shake if he were to speak.

“It’s c-cold,” You shiver in his grasp.

At that he draws you near, warmth from his skin pouring into yours. You can feel the gooseflesh of his bare arms against your neck and side, despite his jacket draped across you.

It’s useless to pretend, but the two of you have managed to delude yourselves thus far. The sky above rembles a bruise, mottled purple that’s somehow lighter at the edges. It’s clear enough to see Ursa Major and Hydra littered amongst the stars.

Your head tilts upward to find Steve staring down at you, eyes soft and honeyed. A tear escapes and cascades down his cheek, one landing wetly against your lips, another falling straight into your eye— what a lesson, what familiarity. If you were able, you wouldn’t hesitate to reach up and wipe them away.

“Oh my love,” you rasp instead, venturing a small smile though it causes the blood to surge from your split lip. “I don’t regret a single thing.”

“H-how can you say that?” His voice is a ravaged thing, words spilling out in a furtive whisper. “This is all my fault. If I’d just—”

You shush him. “There was nothing to be done,” You strain to prop yourself up, not minding Steve’s protestations. Sweat gathers at your brow with the effort as you eventually settle against his chest.

He lets his arms fall at your hips, chin tucking over your shoulder resigned, defeated.

“I don’t want to lose you,” is what he says, soft as air against the nape of your neck, “Not when I’ve only just found you.”

Your hand finds his and slots your fingers in between with a reassuring squeeze. You take a breath, feeling the tears beading along your lashes, and resign yourself to fate.

“You listen to me Steve Harrington,” you choke out. “This is not the end.” A turn of your head to rest against neck and revel in the warmth. “It never is, not for us.” You swallow hard, but your throat closes up anyway. “I followed you to the sun,” you confess, “And now it’s up to you to wait for me as I go into the dark.”

He sniffles against the crown of your head, tears baptizing you anew.

“I’m not saying it’ll be easy, being the one who remembers— it’s kind of mortifying, actually.”

Steve sputters a laugh in spite of himself.

“It’s awful, the waiting, but someone’s gotta do it. You’ll be mad, wrathful even, wanna tear the world apart for doing you so wrong.” Your words are coming slower now, breathing becoming stilted. “You’ll search for me in everyone you see, you won’t be able to help it— you’ll want see me in everyone, sometimes you will. And that’s okay.”

He’s quiet again, worrying his lip between his teeth. Knuckles turning white with how he’s holding onto you— you’re adrift when you realize you can’t feel him anymore.

“I’ll find my way to you,” you say, fighting the heaviness of your eyelids. “Whatever hell you’re in, hold on, just a little longer, just for me.”

Numbness crawls up your body like frostbite, you sense his nod. Steeling yourself for the inevitable plunge, you will yourself to turn at the waist and plant your lips to his, blood be damned as it flows from your mouth into his. Blood like yours, a love like yours could be halved and still be whole.

Steve sobs into the kiss, thumb sinking into the dimple of your cheek and ghosting along your jawline. It’s tender and desperate, the way his lips slot against yours and his tongue hearkens to you. A broken sound wrenches from your throat. A shrill gasp. A guttural breath.

Prying yourself away, his blood-stained lips rest against your forehead. Arms winding around your waist to keep you steady and upright. Your chest heaves with every breath you steal.

“Stevie, philtatos, most beloved,” you whisper to him, so sweetly in a way that makes him ache all the way through his bones, all the way down to the meat of his heart.

“I love you and I know you. Could recognize you through a history of touch alone.”

Your eyes blow wide at the realization of what’s rushing up to meet you. Steve can tell he’s losing you, slipping through his fingers like water. He’s at the end of the line, kingdom carved. Your lips part in a ragged breath, he inclines his head toward you as you murmur one last word.

A name.

With a final squeeze of your hand, your head lolls back falling against his palm as it cradles your skull. Eyes slip shut, taking the glorious cosmos with them. The cage of your ribs no longer expands with tedious breaths. And finally, your heart ceases to beat.

He leans down and presses his lips to your for the last time.

“Come back to me, come back to me, come back to me,” he pleads.

It’s with a wretched howl that Steve breaks, a caterwaul, unlike any other sound he’d made before. Breaking beneath the weight of his loss, the callous loss of you— ripped from him like a limb when he’d only just begun to truly know you.

His head full of doubt has been replaced with a flood of memories, of lives lived with you— snatches of stolen time rushing through his senses ever since you’d given him his name. The first one you’d known him as; of course, it’s not enough to alleviate his grief, but he’ll take what he can get.

And now that you’re gone, there’s a heart beating inside of him that isn’t his own. He takes a small comfort in that and turns toward the distant sun rising in the East, rays of gold dappling through the trees chasing away the lingering stardust and moonlight of your body.

Steve didn’t have to guess at it any longer, images blooming in his mind’s eye, emotions vacillating between elation, heartbreak, and grief tugging at the ventricles beneath his ribs.

Philtátē. Philtátē. Philtátē.

He was made for you.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfiction #fic: wstc

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actual-changeling · 1 year

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if you do not follow/haven't seen my recent posts, i really recommend you read this one and this one before continuing, just to make it hit the right way.

also reminder that i have an ao3 right here (and it's not all pain, promise!)

sorry in advance :)

the more time passes, the easier it is for joel to talk about sarah. it still hurts, always will, an old bullet buried in his heart surrounded by scar tissue, but except for a few memories, words don't make him bleed anymore. tommy tentatively starts bringing her up once he notices that joel no longer flinches when he mentions her name, and it feels good to breathe life into their shared experiences, his brother the only one who comes close to understanding his pain but also the joy that colored their years.

ellie asks, too, just as hesitantly as tommy at first, but soon her curiosity takes over and not a day passes by without a question in-between sentences about his past. joel answers all of them, stories spilling from his lips and spinning themselves into a sarah-shaped web that he can share with her.

"she played soccer, right? when did she win her first competition?"

there's a few sports teams in jackson, and of course the soccer one caught her eye, making joel dread all the twisted ankles and bruised shins he was going to have to tend to. getting grass stains out of sarah's uniforms had always been a task and a half, and eventually they both stopped caring about it and just watched them pile up, turning white fabric a greenish-brown.

joel opens his mouth, the coffee cup in his hand hovering above the kitchen table, and then he stills, every muscle in his body turning to ice.

ellie's joel? is drowned out by the ringing in his hears, knuckles turning white and gripping the porcelain so tightly he can feel it crack in his palm, and he must have stopped breathing because his vision is growing fuzzy, black dots scurrying in his periphery.

joel lets the cup fall more than he sets it down, stomach turning, bile rising in his throat, because ellie asked him a question about sarah, his sarah, and he doesn't remember the answer.

it can't be, right? just a small gap in his memory, nothing big, it'll come back to him in an hour and he'll tell ellie about it later. but the panic squeezing his chest is real, terror slithering up his neck and curling around his ear whispering what else did you forget?

more than ever before, he tries to think back to all of it, from the first time he held her in his arms to the moment he buried her, and something odd happens to him when he finds that so much of it is. blurry. frayed at the edges, burned holes and white blotches obscuring important and unimportant details alike, memory an old role of film decomposing in the back of his mind.

the color of her baby blanket (blue, it had to be blue, he can't see), the first movie he watched with her, her favorite book in primary school, the way he did her hair on the first day of kindergarten, the friendship bracelets they made together, the posters on her wall, the dress she wore to her first dance (purple right? right?), memories surfacing as his panic cracks him open like an earthquake, and joel tries to cling to them, nails scratching at the parts that should be there but aren't until he tastes blood, desperation growing and growing because he is forgetting her.

"joel you're scaring the fuck out of me right now what's wrong?"

ellie's voice is distant, and he hates worrying her, hates the almost hysteric edge beneath it when she repeats herself, hands squeezing his shoulders, softly, first, then harder when he doesn't respond. all of the years that he didn't even know she existed, memories she has that he never will, all the firsts and buts and what ifs and failures that define a childhood, their innocent light fractured into vivid fantasies by the stained glass window of life. he has had all that and more with sarah, clung to it in the after to remind himself that she is real, that he is still a father even with his daughter buried by a nameless river.

it is all he has left of her, the childhood she never got to outgrow, and it's fading in a mind that has mourned her for longer than she got exist.

not for the first time, joel wishes he hadn't flinched, his brain worthless if it allowed sarah to fade away. without ellie bound to his heart, he would have tempted fate again for that alone.

"who hurt you" too many people to count and luckily tumblr lets me make it everyones problem

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gunilslaugh · 8 months

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Haii! I love ur writings so much it makes me relax while reading it.

Can i request a Gaon x Female reader? Like high school buddies to growing up, where the reader has liked gaon for a long time now, so basically like slow burn love and their relationship develops slowly

Hey! Thank you I'm glad to hear that my writing relaxes you.

Kwak Jiseok

Summary:You fell for Jiseok so slowly that you didn’t even realize you fell, or maybe you fell all at once, but thought it was only friendship.

WC:~2.9k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Freshman year of high school, that's when you first met Kwak Jiseok. The two of you got assigned to sit next to each other in English. It wasn’t an instantaneous friendship. Only exchanging a few words here and there. It was only after the two of you had to write a book report together that your friendship started to form.

“How come we never really talked before?” Jiseok pondered out loud. The teacher had given you time in class to work on the report, so that’s what you were currently doing.

“I don’t know. I guess we just didn’t feel like it,” you chuckled slightly. Jiseok chuckled too and that’s where your friendship began. You continued to talk after completing the book report. With time you started talking outside of class too, exchanging numbers. You guys started to meet up before classes started. Would even have lunch together, which meant introducing one another to your other friends.

“Oh so this is the talked about y/n. The one you’ll ditch us for in the mornings,” one of Jiseok's friends, who you later found out was named Gunil, said.

“I don’t ditch you guys,” Jiseok defended.

“It’s ok y/n ditches us for you too,” your friend spoke.

“I don’t ditch you guys,” you defend yourself.

“You do,” your friend retorted. “But after seeing him. I approve,” they added.

“Yeah I approve too,” one of Jiseok’s other friends noted. What do they approve of? You’re not entirely sure.

It wasn’t until summer. The summer before your sophomore year you and Jiseok started to hangout outside of school. You did simple things like, grabbing lunch, walking around the mall, having a picnic at a park, going to the movies, just visiting each other’s houses. Sometimes you all had group hangouts, but those were a bit rare. It was a rather simple summer, but you and Jiseok grew a lot closer throughout it.

Midway through sophomore year Jiseok got his first girlfriend. She was nice, you liked her. The two of you even hung out together with and without Jiseok. Although there was this one part of you that felt the slightest of something anytime you saw her and Jiseok together. You brushed it off as you being a little possessive over your friend. He was spending more time with her than you, so it’s normal for you to be a little upset.

Jiseok asked if he could come over late one night. You found it a bit odd, but still told him yes. Your parents said that he was always welcome at your house anyway. Moments after you entered your bedroom with Jiseok he broke down.

“We broke up,” Jiseok choked out through a sob. Tears fell from his eyes, staining his cheeks. After three and a half months of dating, Jiseok and his girlfriend broke up.

“It’s ok,” you shushed him. You pulled him into your embrace as he cried into your shoulder. He clutched onto the back of your shirt so tightly you almost thought there would be holes in it when he let go. Jiseok’s heartbroken state broke your own heart. It pained you so much to see him so devastated. You comforted him throughout the night. Watching a funny movie in hopes that it would make him feel a bit better and in the morning you cooked him his favorite breakfast. Life went on Jiseok’s broken heart mended, sophomore year was coming to an end.

“Thank you,” Jiseok randomly told you. It was the night before your junior year. You and Jiseok were at a park that was located close to both of your houses. The two of you sat on the play equipment side by side, legs dangling over the edge.

“For what?” You asked confused.

“For comforting me during my breakup. I realized that I never thanked you. You helped me a lot. I don’t know how I would have coped without you, so thank you,” he tells you sincerely.

“You don’t need to thank me for that. Friends comfort one another. I’m sure your other friends would have comforted you too,” you noted.

“I didn’t want comfort from them. I wanted comfort from you. After she broke up with me, I just wanted to be in your arms,” he discloses.

“Well my arms are always here for you,” you giggled, finding the sentence a bit weird.

“My arms are always here for you too,” Jiseok states. Friends are there for each other. That's a part of friendship, but the atmosphere between you two tonight feels like there’s a hint of something more lingering.

Two months into junior year you got together with your boyfriend. He gets along well with Jiseok. The two of them often game together. There was this one time you and boyfriend were talking with Jiseok before class started in the morning. You were being coupley and holding hands when you noticed a look in Jiseok’s eyes. It felt familiar, but you couldn’t pinpoint it down to a certain emotion. In the end you didn’t pay much mind to it, Jiseok never said anything anyway.

Three almost four months later you and your boyfriend broke up. You now understand how Jiseok felt when he said that his girlfriend broke up with him and he wanted to be in your arms. That’s how you feel now. You texted Jiseok asking if you could come over, to which he quickly responded yes.

Unlike Jiseok, you didn’t make it to his bedroom before you started crying. Once Jiseok opened his front door you already had tears falling from your eyes.

“We broke up,” you sniffled. Now Jiseok feels the heartbreak you did when you saw him so heartbroken. He leads you to his room before pulling you into a hug. Holding you as your tears dampened his shirt. Afterwards you watched a funny movie together and in the morning he made you your favorite breakfast.

“Since we’re both single this Valentine's Day, how about we spend it together?” Jiseok suggested.

“Are you trying to ask me out?” You teased him.

“I meant as friends,” he clarified, laughing.

“I know I was just messing with you, but yeah let’s do something,” you agreed.

Valentine’s Day fell on a weekend, so you and Jiseok decided that you would go out to dinner then watch movies at his place, having a sleepover. The pair of you dressed up to go to dinner. Wanting to have a bit of fun celebrating the occasion.

“You two are a good looking couple,” your waiter compliments. It was a bit strange hearing the word couple referring to you and Jiseok. You two had always just been friends, good friends, best friends even, but you never thought about being a couple. Jiseok thanked them for their compliment. Not caring about the fact that you two aren’t actually a couple, although you suppose today you both were playing a couple. On that note you thanked the waiter too. After dinner both of you returned to Jiseok’s house and changed into your pajamas, getting comfortable for your movie marathon.

“Tonight was nice,” Jiseok stated. Both of you are on the couch in his living room. There’s plenty of room for the two of you, yet you sit side by side. Well you started side by side, currently your legs are across Jiseok’s lap. His hands are tracing random patterns on your thigh. If you scooted up a couple inches more you would be sitting in his lap. You’re cuddling, platonically.

“Yeah it was,” you agreed.

“If we’re both single next Valentine’s Day let’s do this again,” Jiseok proposed.

“I’d like that,” you answered. Once the movie you were currently watching finished, both of you went to bed.

Junior year came to an end. It was the summer before your senior year. Jiseok spent the first month of summer visiting his grandparents. It felt weird being separated from him for so long. The two of you called and texted often, but it wasn’t the same.

“I missed you so much,” you squeezed Jiseok upon seeing him for the first time after he got back.

“I missed you too,” Jiseok squeezees you back equally, if not more.

The two of you spent the rest of the summer together. Having sleepovers, going out, staying in.

“I can’t believe it’s gonna be our last year of high school,” Jiseok says. You were both currently in the kitchen making cookies, or you were making cookies. Jiseok was “reading you the recipe” and stealing ingredients.

“I know, it feels like just yesterday we were writing that book report,” you said.

“Ah yes the book report that started our friendship,” he chimed. You smiled remembering the times back then, but then you sighed. “What’s wrong?” Jiseok questioned.

“It’s just… It’s senior year and I don’t know what I want to do with my life. I don’t know if I want to go to college or like a trade school. Just find a job, I don’t know,” you expressed, stressfully forming balls of dough. Jiseok came over to where you stood, slinging an arm over your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

“You’ll finger out y/n. Honestly I’m not really sure what path I want to go down either,” he revealed. “But let’s figure out our lives together. We’ll stick together no matter what, right? That’s what friends do,” Jiseok comforted you. Yeah, that’s what friends do. Why does the word friends bother you? It’s what you and Jiseok are. It’s a word that should bring you some sort of comfort, yet it almost feels more like an insult?

Senior year was definitely stressful. It seemed like every adult you talked to brought up what you wanted to do with your life. What are plans after graduation? What college were you going to? What did you want to major in? It stressed you to your core, cause you didn’t exactly know. Jiseok was by your side all the way through. Sometimes he was just as stressed or more stressed than you, but you went through it together, so it wasn’t so bad.

Your and Jiseok’s families got together to celebrate your high school graduation.

“It’s so nice to finally meet the girl Jiseok was always on the phone with,” his grandparents greeted you warmly.

“Nice to meet you too,” you smiled at them.

Near the end of the night you and Jiseok escaped to the backyard. Sitting on the grass not caring if it got your pants dirty.

“I got the job interview,” you informed Jiseok.

“That’s great y/n, but you don’t sound that happy about it,” Jiseok said.

“I am happy, but I’m also worried. What if I bomb the interview? What if I don’t and I get hired, but then I found out that I hate the job and then I’m stuck working a job I don’t even like,” you rambled.

“Y/n, why are you worrying so much? I’m sure everything will turn out just fine and if you end up hating the job then you can quit and find a new one,” Jiseok assured you.

“Thank you. I don’t know I feel like I’m spiraling a bit lately,” you pulled at the grass. Jiseok scooted over next to you. He places his hands over yours, stopping you from pulling at the grass.

“That’s why you have me,” he smiled. “ I won’t let you keep spiraling,” he squeezes your hand affectionately.

“Why are the two stars of the party hiding outside?” His grandma questioned playfully.

“Come on, let’s head back inside,” Jiseok said, helping you stand up. He never let go of your hand.

Three days later you awoke to banging on your front door. You groggily made your way to the door, opening it to reveal a very excited Jiseok.

“I got in!” He shouts happily, throwing himself at you in a hug. Jiseok had applied to a music program earlier in the year, but got wait listed.

“You got in?!” You shouted in surprise. Jiseok nodded eagerly. “Jiseok, that's great! Do your parents know?” You checked, pulling away from the hug.

“No, I found out and rushed over here. I wanted you to be the first one I told,” he tells you.

“I’m proud of you,” you with your hands raised to cup his face.

Adult life settled in. You passed the interview and were working your new job. You actually quite liked it for the most part, so Jiseok was right, everything turned out just fine. Jiseok was attending music school, where he majored in learning about music production. He also worked a part time job to help pay for the expenses.

With time Jiseok found himself another girlfriend and you found yourself another boyfriend. The two of you would go out on double dates occasionally. However your relationship turned out to be short lived. After only two months of dating.

“Y/n, I think we should break up,” your boyfriend told you.

“What why? I thought things were going well.” you were confused.

“They are and I really like you, but I don’t think you like me as much as you think you do,” he said, only confusing you more.

“What are you saying?” You asked for clarification.

“You and Jiseok love each other. I can see it. The way you two look at each other. The way you look at his girlfriend. The way he looks at me,” your boyfriend disclosed.

“The way I look at his girlfriend?” your brows furrowed.

“Yes and the way Jiseok looks at me. It’s the same look. There’s jealousy in your eyes, longing, some sorrow even,” he further elaborated. Was the feeling really jealousy all this time? That feeling you could never pinpoint.

“We’ve been friends for a long time. It’s natural that we care about each other,” you justified.

“It is,” he agrees. “It’s also just as natural for you two to have grown to love each other and I mean that romantically,” he adds. Did you love Jiseok romantically? You never thought about it. Always just thought what you and Jiseok had was friendship. “Look I’m just saying you and Jiseok should talk, sort things out. If you decide that you want to just be friends, call me. I’ll gladly answer. If not, then be happy y/n,” he tells you. You definitely had a lot to think about.

“You be happy too,” you wished your newly turned ex boyfriend.

Getting home you laid on your bed in wonder. Did you love Jiseok? Like, are you in love with Jiseok? That feeling you feel whenever you see him with his girlfriend, is it jealousy? You feel like you’ve felt the same for Jiseok as you always did, so how could you be in love with him? When did things change? You stayed up all night with these thoughts. Trying to find the answers.

Jiseok and you were having dinner together at your house.

“He broke up with me,” you abruptly stated while eating.

“Are you ok? Do I need to fight him?” Jiseok asked, making you laugh.

“No, you don’t. I’m quite ok actually. We weren’t really together all that long,” you dismissed.

“She broke up with me two actually,” Jiseok lets you know.

“Really? Are you ok?” You checked.

“Yeah, I’m not really upset over it,” he disclosed.

“He broke up with me because he said that I was in love with you,” you exposed, deciding that maybe you two should talk about it. Figure out things together.

“She broke up with me for the same reason. She said she couldn’t date when it was clear I was in love with someone else,” Jiseok informed.

“And that someone else is me?” You verified.

“Yeah and I was up thinking about it all night,” he says.

“That makes two of us,” you said.

“What do you think?” He tested. Dinner was long forgotten by now. Turning cold as it sat on the untouched plates.

“I think that I might have liked you since the beginning and it only deepened as we grew up together, or maybe I fell for you so slowly that I never realized that I fell, but I don’t think that really matters. I think he was right. I do love you,” you confessed. The way that your heart beated confirmed that you were right. What you felt for Jiseok was definitely beyond friendship.“What do you think?” You asked, feeling nervous.

“I think that I fell for the pretty girl I had to write a book report with. That I am in love with you too,” Jiseok confessed, reaching across the table to hold your hand.

“Took us long enough,” you joked, shaking your joined hands.

“Only about five years,” he indicated. Now you know what was lingering in the air that night all those years ago at the park, it was love.

You and Jiseok spent your teen and early adult years unknowingly falling for each other. Now, you’ll be spending the rest of your years loving each other for whatever life has left to come.

#xdinary heroes #xdh #xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh gaon #xh jiseok #gaon x reader #jiseok x reader #kwak jiseok #jiseok #gaon

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strawb3rrystar · 10 months

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Xiao NSFW/ABC

Pairing(s): Xiao x GN! Reader

Warnings: Mentions marking, Body worship/praise, Other smut things

Word count: 1.2k

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Xiao would kiss any marks he made on your skin, whether or not the spots hurt. He'll make sure he sneaks extra food and water from the kitchen for you to replenish your energy. Xiao loves to hold you close and whisper sweet nothings to you, while you fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)

He loves and hates his hands. He hates how his hands are responsible for all the killings he's done, but he loves the way they look gripping your hips, sinking his nails into your perfect skin.

Xiao loves your neck. He loves to bite and suck on it, leaving the prettiest marks. He also loves the sounds you make while he kisses the base of your neck up to your jawline.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Xiao cums on your stomach. He honestly thinks his cum inside of you would be kinda gross. Doesn't matter if you're deepthroating his cock or if he's fucking your tight hole, he will always cum on your stomach.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Considered buying a double-sided dildo for you two to share, but decided against it in the end.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

Xiao has little to no experience. He's had casual sex with one or two people and has read a handful of books on the topic. He's willing to take the time to learn was is pleasurable for both of you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. Xiao loves to watch you pleasure yourself on his cock, your knees shaking while trying to keep a consistent pace. Of course, he'll grab your hips and guide you if you're running out of energy or force you down on his cock to make you cum faster.

"Just like that. You're doing so well bouncing on my cock, love"

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Xiao cannot be humorous to save his life. His serious and stoic nature will continue no matter what.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Xiao is somewhat groomed. He only seriously started doing it when you brought up the topic of sex in a conversation. Xiao does it purely for hygiene, and he doesn't care if his partner is clean-shaven or not.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Xiao is not a super romantic or affectionate guy. But he loves the closeness that intimacy brings and always admires you for trusting him with such a serious thing.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Would probably do it once or twice a month, it's not a usual thing he does. When Xiao does jack off, he always does it to a picture of you, cumming on your picture-perfect face.

K = Kinks (one or more of their kinks)

God(ess)/Fallower roleplay. Xiao will worship every inch of your body, kissing and marking your skin. He'll do anything you ask of him, even worship the ground you walk on.

L = Location (favorite place to do the do)

The bedroom, yours or his, doesn't really matter. If you two live together he might do it in other places, like the couch or shower.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Whispering dirty things to him randomly never fails to put a blush on his cheeks. He loves when you kiss his neck or pull on his hair lightly.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

Degrading/Hurting you. Xiao would never in a million years want to hurt you or insult you by any means.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. Xiao loves when you hump into his mouth, and squeeze your thighs around his head, practically suffocating him. He'll moan and whine when you pull on his hair.

"Fuck, you taste so good. I could drink your cum all day if you let me"

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Will go at a pace you're comfortable with. If you were to ask him to go at his own pace though... get ready to not walk for a few days. Xiao will start off almost painfully slow and finish fast, basically rutting into your aching hole.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Will only do them if you ask. Xiao likes to spend the most time possible when having sex with you, so quickies aren't his thing.

R = Risk (do they experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Xiao is not a risk-taker. He hates the idea of being caught and potentially ruining his reputation. But of course, if his darling convinces him, he'll take a few risks.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Xiao's stamina is almost unmatched. But because of his rough pace, he won't do more than three rounds. He doesn't want to hurt your already aching body, now does he?

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On their partner or themselves?)

Xiao owns a few vibrators of different sizes and varieties, for you and himself. Same situation with dildos. He also owns a fleshlight, only because you bought it for him, and...

"Hey, love. I didn't know you went shopping today, what'd you get?"

"A double-sided dildo. I heard you wanted to buy one for us"

"What?! Um- no, I didn't! Haha...ha... uh"

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Xiao doesn't really like to tease you, nor does he do it intentionally. For example; when you two start he will 'tease' you by taking things slow, even if you've had sex a thousand times. This is not really on purpose and is just something he does subconsciously.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

At first, Xiao was a little self-conscious about how much noise he made in bed, but now? He's sometimes even louder than you; moaning, groaning, whimpering, calling out your name.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Xiao is 100% a switch but is more bottom leaning. Xiao adores it when you top him, peg him, make him beg, or 'punish' him. He's kinda a slut for you.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under the clothes)

Xiao has a very muscular but skinny build, he has very defined abs.

His cock is somewhere between 4.5 and 5 inches (soft and hard) but is very girthy and sensitive. It's fairly veiny, which makes it extremely reactive to your touch.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Xiao has a somewhat low libido. You guys probably have sex once a week, if that. Xiao understands that you both have busy schedules and don't always have the time to be intimate with each other.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Xiao won't sleep unless you ask him to. Even then he still waits until you're 100% asleep, before nuzzling his face into your bare skin and closing his eyes.

#☆strawb3rrystar writes #☆genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #xiao #xiao x y/n #xiao smut

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astaraels · 6 months

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i was tagged by the lovely @callivich for some fandom asks, let's fuckin goooo

What’s a fic you’ve read more than once? Cold Feet by aeli_kindara; In a Haze of Smoke & Fire by IanRightsOnly; please don't say I'm going alone and broad-shouldered beasts by biblionerd07; Cooperative Gameplay and Bright by grayola; to think that we could stay the same by teatrolley; love, let your hands be tender by sadwhales; to stop our hearts from drowning by enbytim; Redheaded Stepchildren by ZebraWallpaper (there's a lot, I know)

What’s a gifset you always have to reblog? anything with 5x10 i'm a slut for love and violence interplay

What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about? honestly when/if ian and mickey do eventually end up with a kid (it would happen completely by accident, of course) they're the biggest girl dads ever.

What’s a fanart you love looking at? this one is g o r g e o u s

What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration? well, i'm currently working on a soulmates au fic that's canon-adjacent of seasons 1-5, so that's been fun! (featuring romantic and platonic soulmates because i refuse to write only the romantic kind :p) i'm also fond of writing character study fics when the mood strikes. i haven't been motivated to write fic and post it in nearly ten years, but i'm very happy that shameless and gallavich have helped me knock some of the rust off the old writing skills.

What’s an underrated trope or concept you’d like to see more of? SHOTGUNNING. where are all the shotgunning fics. also nurse!mickey (I read a fic with this once and it's a crying shame there's no emt!ian/nurse!mickey fic--at least none that i've ever seen...)

What’s your favourite season? And has this changed after multiple rewatches of the show? i've only watched the show through once but honestly s4/5 are my favorites, but i have a special place in my heart for s1 and s10.

What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved? I mean the fact that they managed to convict mickey of attempted murder and debbie of statutory rape is insane. (the age of consent is 17 in illinois! and it's literally sammi's word against mickey's AND debbie's! but it's fine, just fine, everything's fine...)

What line/dialogue/description from something else (a poem, a book, a tv show, a movie, or something else) do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship? these two are the most siken-coded ship since dean/cas. in particular: little beast, saying your names, you are jeff, and wishbone. I even named my gallavich playlist on spotify after a siken poem, and half the chapter titles in my long fic will end up being from his works as well....

What do you think is next for Ian and Mickey post-finale? i think things are gonna go okay for them! i think that they may make their way back to the south side, but in a house of their own not too far from the other gallaghers. i like the idea of them ending up with a little girl of their own but i can also see them just being cat dads and being the best uncles to ian's siblings' kids. i would love for them to reunite with svet and yev later down the road, as well. there's endless possibilities <3

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #tag game

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cricketnationrise · 9 months

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Ficlet Fest 👏🏻 Ficlet Fest 👏🏻 Ficlet Fest

5:17pm, Sheep’s Meadow (Central Park), Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

FICLET FEST (my favorite time of year) enjoy!

read the rest of the ficlet fest 3 fills here

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

central park, 5:17pm

With Alex down in DC for the weekend, Henry takes himself on a date around the city to distract himself. Yesterday had been filled with meandering his way through the MOMA and soliciting hole-in-the-wall falafel places from locals. (They’d actually answered him, too – sometimes being a prince has its perks.)

Today he’d gotten lost in an indie bookstore for a few hours, trailing his fingers along spines of old favorites and plucking out new titles based solely upon, as Alex would say, the vibes. He thinks about going home and reading in the bay window of their bedroom, but the beautiful weather draws him toward Central Park instead. For once, David isn’t with him, so Henry has more options for where to fall into a new book. He’s been itching for a chance to visit in the Sheep Meadow or eat at the Tavern on the Green, so Henry lets his feet carry him to an unoccupied tree at the edge of the meadow, and settles in for a long reading bout.

He comes back to himself in stages. The delighted shriek of a nearby child pierces through the book fog. Then his arse starts to protest sitting on the ground for so long, not letting him dive back into the story. And then his stomach’s empty rumblings make themselves known, and Henry surrenders to his body’s needs.

Regretfully, he picks up his things, says a silent, thankful goodbye to the tree and strolls away, taking the longest route possible to the restaurant. He’s hungry, yes, but he’s not in a rush to leave this section of the park. He can feel a small smile on his face when he remembers that the first anniversary of Stonewall was celebrated here.

The restaurant has just come into view when his phone buzzes in his pocket and Henry laughs when he sees the name on the screen; apparently Alex updated his own contact card (again) before he left for the White House.

Buttercup’s Strumpet I would never go against Zahra in any way shape or form but AT LEAST three of these meetings could have been an email Miss you

Miss you too Are you free enough for me to call you while I eat dinner? I’m getting a table outside.

Buttercup’s Strumpet Yes! Wait You’re outside??? I figured you were just going to drape yourself over the chaise like the world’s sluttiest blanket waiting for your man to return

Your mind is a wonder that should be studied.

Buttercup’s Strumpet :p Call whenever you’re ready sweetheart I wanna hear all about your day

❤️ Will do.

#cricket writes #ficlet fest 3 #rwrb #red white & royal blue #ficlet #inexplicablymine

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blueberry-ovaries · 3 months

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MISC. TAG GAME:

thank you for the tag @ronald-speirs, @panzershrike-pretz @malarkgirlypop and @grumpy-liebgott !!! sorry it took me so long!

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

oooh okay so recently i came back from europe, and i literally loved it so much! i oddly enough LOVED vatican city! and i absolutely adored venice and paris! however, london was also really nice! (i cannot decide i’m so sorry😭)

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

Honestly, going to University! Even when it’s hard and i hate it and have no idea what i’m doing, the fact i made it into university is something i’m very proud of!

Favourite books?

the picture of dorian gray - Oscar Wilde

a good girls guide to murder - Holly Jackson

5 survive - Holly Jackson

the outsiders - S.E Hinton

of mice and men - John Steinbeck

Something that makes your heart happy when you think about it?

my dog :) - his name is cisco and he was free to a good home and under fed, and now he gets treats every time we leave the house and sleeps on the bed

Favourite thing about your culture?

about being Australian? I would suppose our love for sport. We play so many sports over here and we support the aussies even if we don’t like the sport! For example the Matilda’s, our women’s soccer team! Soccer isn’t as big as AFL over here, but i’ve never seen so much support behind Womens soccer, let alone ANY soccer, as we’re very proud of our sporting teams!

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

close to two years ago? i’m not too sure, but i watched BoB first!

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

I have not! but i am trying to get my hands on the Dick Winters and Ron Speirs books!

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

Babe Heffron! and the “are you serious?! only the goddamn nuns call me Edward” BUT the scene with Gene in the fox hole where Babe mocks Gene calling him Babe is a very close second

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

i have been known to dabble in other fandoms on other apps in fanfic writing 🤭

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

ANDREW GARFIELD!!! and i am The Amazing spider-man enthusiast!!! (plus hacksaw ridge is a masterpiece)

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

Some quotes my dad likes to tell me when i’m really anxious over university/ actively having a panic attack are:

“you can only do what you can do” - which pretty much means that all i can do is my best, and the rest will sort itself out, there’s no use stressing over situations i have no control over.

“how do you eat an elephant?” - which basically means, to tackle something large you take it one step at a time, ergo - to eat an elephant you eat it piece by piece

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

Oh God, i’m not a very interesting person 🧍🏼‍♀️

I got swooped by birds in a century once and have hated birds ever since

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

i do not have a beta reader 🤭 so position is potentially open 🤭

Three things that make you smile?

- sunsets! i LOVE watching sunsets i just think they are so pretty!

- rainy days (only when i’m inside) But i love rainy days, when i can sit by a window to read or do homework etc. I just think there is something so beautiful about rain!

- chocolate chip cookies :) my FAVOURITE cookies! i do not care if they are basic i love them sm

Any nicknames you like?

most of my nicknames :) But especially the nicknames that my parents give me :))

List some people you love to see around on tumblr:

i’m so sorry if i forget anyone @malarkgirlypop @ronald-speirs @ronsparky @mads-nixon @panzershrike-pretz @executethyself35 @next-autopsy @winnielefou @1waveshortofashipwreck @footprintsinthesxnd @caffeinated-fan @dontirrigateme @softliebgott @xxluckystrike @easycompany123 (+ all my mutuals who i have not tagged, love y’all i just have shocking name recollection)

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

i mean it would depend on what kinda zombies?? But most likely keeping friends and family alive.

Realistically, dying. i’m not dealing with all that.

Favorite movie?

mulan!!! i LOVE mulan (clearly… i’m literally writing a fic with mulan ideas)

Do you like horror movies?

i got a live hate relationship with them. Like i HATE religious horror with a passion, it freaks me the fuck out, but the conjuring series has great story lines?? However i watched the nun once and i swear to god i almost shit myself whenever k had to leave my room at night?! I was CONVINCED that motherfucker was gonna be in my house.

NO PRESSURE TAGS: @mads-nixon @easycompany123 @executethyself35 @montied @ronsparky @dontirrigateme (plus everyone else who would like to do this! consider this an offical tag!)

#madsasks #madsrambles #blueasks #bluerambles #band of brothers #babe heffron #ronald speirs #bandofbrothers #dick winters #eugene roe #george luz #hbowar #band of brothers #donald malarkey

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n3onstarss · 2 years

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Hellboy x GN!reader x Abe

Cuddling, hurt/comfort but not really hurt, can be seen as platonic or romantic depending on preference, idiots in love? mayhaps?, self indulgent

Hellboy had always been a strange looking person to onlookers, and even stranger inside for those who knew him. intense mood swings and temperamental at the best of times, even Abe had a hard time reading him. I, however. I'd seemed to get him. Always able to tell what was wrong, what needed fixing and when he needed to be told (albeit gently) that 'hey, no, you're in the wrong.' every once in a while. But reading me? nearly impossible. Yes, I was a creature of the night, hard to read in the first place if anybody was able to see me first. But that was all before the bureau found me. Now, it was much more common for there to be sightings of the 'night prowler' or 'wood stalker', but only when missions called for it. it didn't make me any easy to read, despite Abe and Hellboy's best efforts.

Today had been shitty, to say the least. overwhelmed, overstimulated and pissy was a awful day to end the work day. Best case scenario was that I could somehow avoid all my coworkers in the halls or at least not snap at anyone, make it to my room and take a nap for a few days. unluckily, that's exactly what didn't happen. As my lithe form prowled the halls in hopes of making it to my 'cave' i was stuck in the home rush for the other employees. Trapped in a crowd and moving like a salmon swimming upstream in a flood. At one point a 30-something year old named Todd, my least favorite person, shoved me way too much for my liking and i snapped at him. literally. Everyone froze as the sound of teeth and jaws slamming shut and the tearing of fabric echoed through the crowds. Todd was missing a section of loose shirt from near his shoulder and the torn fabric hung from my snout. Blank stares and wild eyes watched my every move as i spit out the fabric, flipped him off and kept moving. weaving was much easier as i marched through, mainly because i wasn't weaving anymore. the familiar hole in the wall was within sight and the crowds were gone. I crouched down, glancing around one last time before ducking inside.

it was cozy. a pitch black hole in the wall that lead to a old locked up storage closet. The hole itself was in a hallway that was too out of the way for employees to come find, let alone patch. the closet had been locked up due to a venomous snake getting loose in there during temporary storage. Abe had helped me out in convincing everyone it might be alive and to just leave the closet alone. I'd cleaned it out and filled it with blankets and even one of those Walmart mini fridges. it was dark unless Abe decided to join. For those occasions we had got fish themed string lights at the same Walmart. Hellboy couldn't care if the light we're on or off, it didn't disturb him at all.

Finally settled in my nest of throw pillows and stolen blankets, i let all the emotion loose. sobs racked my body as i struggled to take a breath. hot tears of sadness and anger and exhaustion streamed down my face and made tracks across the thin, white, almost translucent flesh. I didn't know how long it had been before the storage door opened. Launching myself away from the light and holding my arms above my face for fear it was a agent, i growled weakly in warning. I hadn't calmed down at all and didn't have a moment to think before familiar warm arms scooped me up. while being held against Hellboy's chest i could feel him nod at someone or something. I hear rustling for a bit before Hellboy stepped into the closet and closed the door.

It turned out Abe had come too. the familiar cold hands creating stark contrast between the warm arms. the lights were turned on as dim as possible as we all say huddled. The familiar scents of leather and brimstone behind me and salt water and old books infront was comforting. I finally began to calm, the tears and hyperventilation coming to a slow stop. Hellboy then set me down between the two of them. The spot where Abe sat was weirdly damp, but he was also a fish-man-thing so what did i really expect? Sleep weighed down my eyelids and threatened to drag me under. I flicked my tail half-heartedly in thanks.

"We heard about the stunt with Todd," Hellboy finally spoke up. His voice was creaky and broke once or twice due to not being used for so long.

"hmm?" I didn't have the energy for a real response.

"are you okay?" I could tell he was trying not to let the worry seep into his voice. for the record, he failed.

"yes, you haven't been, as you say, 'doing so hot' recently. Are you alright?" Abe piped in. his voice was much more confident then Hellboy's and much smoother.

"I'll be fine, pinky promise."

"whatever you say, hotshot." and with that Hellboy scooted down against the wall even further, laying down fully now. he patted the spot next to him.

Abe and I got the hint at about the same time and scooted down as well, settling into our usual nap spots. We always ended up with Red being the big spoon and either Abe or I taking turns being the smallest spoon. Today Abe got elected based on where he'd sat alone. Hugging Abe to my chest and being hugged to Hellboy's was almost therapeutic. the lights were shut off and quiet music was turned on.

"goodnight you twi, thankd" i tried to say, muffled by the blankets and sleep. Soft giggles wracked the man held against my chest gently and a chuckle or two escaped Red.

"goodnight idiot, get some rest."

"goodnight, sleep well."

and with that, sleep carried me away.

#hellboy #hellboy 2 #hellboy x reader #abe #abe sapien #abe sapien x reader #gender neutral s/o #hellboy fanfiction #hellboy x reader x abe #abe x hellboy x reader #abe x reader

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quinnhills · 1 year

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Good to know you're feeling welcome! :D this is our little place in the internet, and we've decided to make it trans and gay as hell (n i gotta say, i did think "they-them gang! :o" when i found out you started using they/them too a while ago X3 ) n if you received this ask more than once, my tumblr bugged out before i could finish, sorry (。_。)

anyways, and sorry if this is long, but Woe- More Tumblr Things Be Upon Ye:

there used to not be an image limit before, causing a few- interesting posts… tho that changed a few years ago and recently, at first the limit being 10 images per post to now 30 images per post (you can also move the images around a bit)

if you plan on staying long term on tumblr and use desktop the most, i recommend getting the browser extensions Xkit &/or New Xkit cuz… yeah, tumblr is pretty nice, but it sometimes gets hard to use. it also adds extra useful things to the tumblr experience, which is nice to have. i'd say tumblr is like living in a cheap apartment in a calm area of the city. the place's great for what it is, just gotta be sure to leave rat traps near holes and dont worry about the Beast down the hall,

speaking of rats, we got an infestation. you may or may not have heard of it with the voter fraudage going with the polls a bit ago; since tumblr has little to No email verification, people outside tumblr buy bots to get in here and start posting malicious links. tho the bots are surprisingly easy to identify (often times blank blogs with very weird descriptions + stolen picture of lady or ai generated. you'll know it when you see it), and the protocol here is block and report spam so staff can deal with it

and btw if you want to keep a post for as long as your blog stands, i recommend rebloggin! thanks to how tumblr is build as, even if the original post or that blog is gone, the reblog will stay with you (+ tags on reblogs dont really make a post expand outside of your own blog, so many use this to create Very intricate personal tag systems to make easier finding posts, bc once a blog gets 1k+ post in it, it gets hard finding anything on it... <- knows this from experience u.u)

oh and last thing before i go again (and something i found out recently), another browser extension ive been loving: Stylus! with it you can customize a ton of sites to your liking And with a specific style found in the archive of this extension, you can change how the dashboard looks! even changing the background to any image you might want :D

so yeah, thats it, for now. i got more info if you want it, just lmk 👉👈

and you probably already noticed this, but there isnt really any word limit for posts or asks around these lands. tho on tags, the character limit on a single tag is 139. but you can put a Lot of tags, so there! be free mx quinn, no character limit holds you down no more ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

Thank you so much for the knowledge!

Some Quinn Facts:

Mx., Ms. and Miss are all acceptable :)

I use “gay as hell” as a sort of tongue-in-cheek shorthand, but I also identify as trans as hell, queer as hell, non-binary as hell, lesbian as hell, and anxious/depressive as hell

I’m a vegetarian

My favorite food is pineapple pizza (controversial, I know)

For a few years in the early 2000s, I was a licensed auctioneer

The most times I’ve ever cried during a movie is 5 times during Happiest Season

I like the idea of books, but I’m bad at reading them

Overalls give me gender euphoria, and I don’t know why

I hope to release a solo album within the next year

I hope to direct a feature-length film by the time I’m 40

Coming out was the best thing I ever did

#i am now testing the one hundred and thirty-nine character limit of the tagging system—not because I don’t believe you but because this just #is how my brain works #limit reached #test complete #thank you

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firstkanaphans · 3 months

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People I Wanna Know Better Tag Meme

I was tagged by the lovely @blmpff

Last Song?

Strawberries & Cigarettes by Troye Sivan. It’s been on my playlist ever since Khaotung said it was a SandRay song and I haven’t gotten tired of it yet.

Favorite Color?

Pink. I bought my first house a couple years ago and I’m currently in the process of turning it into a Barbie Dream House. No boys allowed.

Currently Watching?

Now that Twins is over, I’m probably going to restart either Pit Babe or Cooking Crush. Leaning towards Pit Babe since GMMTV pissed me off by making the uncut version of Cooking Crush unavailable for international viewers.

Last Movie?

I went to see A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes with my dad, who loves the Hunger Games. I had read the books and knew what to expect, but my dad had not and was very disappointed. He said the ending was “unsatisfying.” I liked it, though.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory?

Sweet 🍦🍫🍪🍰🍩

Relationship Status?

No, thank you

Current Obsessions?

Phee and Jin on Dead Friend Forever, which is unfortunate considering we are being fed only crumbs and for some reason the writers have decided to spend what looks to be a full two episodes on flashbacks. Newsflash: if you need more than one episode to tell the backstory, those flashbacks should be sprinkled throughout, not fed to the viewer all at once because by the time we get back to the A plot, no one’s going to remember what’s happening. But I digress…

Last Thing You Googled?

“Luna Park fire.” I started watching The Ghost Train Fire documentary on Netflix and went down a rabbit hole.

Selfie or Another Pic You Took?

This is a screenshot I took. Does that count?

No clue where the original pic came from because it wasn’t sourced, but it makes me happy 🥹

#tag games #personal

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artzychic27 · 1 year

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Witch Izuku

After not getting his quirk, and with the horribleness of discrimination, quirkless statistics all over the Internet, and middle school, Izuku embraced the darkness since there was no light for him

Inko is a great mom and does whatever she can to support her son, even selling all of his All Might merch to buy some new furniture for his room that fit his tastes

His choice of dress is gender neutral, often wearing corsets, ankle length skirts dresses, black Sun hats, and tops with lace sleeves

He started ignoring his classmates when he was eleven. He reads enough hateful news articles, that their words don’t sting anymore. And he began wearing padding under his uniform when they try to beat him up

Any spider lilies they put on his desk, he cuts the stem a bit and places the flower in his hair

Izuku just spends his days reading pre-quirk era books and conversing with spiders he finds on the roof of the school

One day, after a particularly tough day at school where his teacher decided to punish him for no reason, he had his lunch thrown in the toilet, his favorite book burned, and one of his spider friends killed right in front of him, Izuku goes home early that day, crying for the first time in years

While walking home, a black butterfly blocks his path and seems to beckon him to follow it… To an abandoned shop. It looks like an old curio store, and then the butterfly leads him to an old book, just sitting on a counter

Even though the shop appears to be abandoned, Izuku leaves a few yen on the counter before taking the book and when he leaves… It disappears. Ooo~

Upon returning home, Izuku discovers that he bought a spellboook. While he doesn’t really believe in magic, he decides to try on out and casts a spell on his teacher

The next day at school, when Izuku’s teacher is once again reprimanding him for some stupid reason, a colony of bats suddenly fly in through the window and attack him

That’s gotta be a coincidence, so he tries out another spell on a few students. This one is to make them suffer a great loss

Cue one losing his girlfriend, the other losing the hair he took such great pride in, and the other’s old nose growing back in place of the one from cosmetic surgery

Izuku: Okay. Magic is real.

Now Izuku’s a witch, and he’s going to have some fun all throughout middle school with no one being none the wiser

Inko knows he’s been using magic to get back at everyone, and has no problem with it. It’s about time those assholes got what was coming to them

Their last day of junior high, Izuku is once again ignoring the idiots who surround him when the teacher goes on about the hero course, and by that time, he’s got his ear buds in

Bitch teacher: Oh, Midoriya! Didn’t you want to go to Yuuei?

Izuku: Maybe, maybe not, but that was not your information to share, you quirkist bitch. Now, pick your jaw up off the floor and kindly explain to your demon students that quirk usage is forbidden on school property.

He gets sent to the principal’s office, but not before casting a spell to make his teacher’s hair catch on fire and for his principal’s clothes to restrict him

Izuku goes home with a bright smile on his face… Then he runs into the sludge monster. Using his powers, he turns the monster back into his human form, and the man, Akatani Mika is eternally grateful

When All Might arrives, he only sees a young goth boy and his “uncle”, and takes off to look for the sludge monster

Mika: Kid, I-I owe you my life.

Izuku: I accept tablespoons of blood only.

Mika: … What?

Izuku: What? I need more ingredients. It’s hard to get blood these days.

Mika becomes sort of a father figure over the months, often helps around the house, buys groceries, and even buys Izuku some books

Oh, and Izuku is going for Yuuei, the hero course, since society needs actual competent heroes

Using the hundreds of spells he memorized, he creates a black hole to suck up only what he wants it to- The robots piece by piece

When he comes across Uraraka, he just touches the debris, and it crumbles into bits, then he fucking possesses the Zero Pointer and has it destroy the other robots

Eraserhead/Vlad King: … I WANT HIM!

And after a brutal combat between the teachers, Izuku gets into 1-A where he becomes fast friends with Fumikage and Dark Shadow once the former senses his inner darkness

Fumikage: We shall revel in the dark, my black hearted brother.

Izuku: I look forward to it, bringer of despair.

Katsuki: Fuck! Now there’s two of them!

Izuku gets through the quirk assessment tests pretty easily since he’s spent the past couple of months with Mika going to the gym and building up his strength and endurance

He ends up in fifth, and is pleased to see that the grape got last… BUT ‘TWAS ALL A RUSE!

Izuku, Fumikage, and Dark Shadow spend most of their time together and even attract two new members to their little cult, Reiko Yanagi and Hitoshi Shinsou

It takes a few weeks before Izuku feels he can trust them enough to show him his spell book, AKA, his “quirk”, and they still accept him

After looking through the rules, Izuku sees there’s nothing about dying his uniform jacket black… So he does

Let’s see, what else? Oh yeah. Izuku’s hero costume makes him look like a necromancer, he teleports the villains back to wherever it was that they came from and puts a protective seal over the USJ, he comes in second at the Sports Festival, gets only ten work study from the heroes who weren’t little punk bitches, his hero name is Salem, he does his work study with the Witch Hero, Crimson, and the training camp goes wrong because Izuku forgot to put a seal over it

Katsuki gets kidnapped and now the goth squad has gotta save his ass, incognito

They manage to get him back without getting caught before the heroes can even get there, and Aizawa- who saw everything- promises not to say anything. Goths (plus an emo) gotta stick together

Cue Dorms!

Izuku’s room is similar to Fumikage’s, completely submerged in darkness with a Victorian charm to it. He, Yanagi, Shinsou, Fumikage, and Dark Shadow hold weekly seances there and convince the spirits to mess around with Katsuki and All Might (Who didn’t retire, by the way and still hasn’t passed down One For All)

Quirk Provisional License exam, the Goth Squad all pass, Katsuki and Shouto don’t, on with the show!

Instead of leaving Eri at the hands of that bastard, Izuku uses a spell to freeze Overhaul, drag him back to Crimson’s agency, and then use a truth spell to force him to give over any information he has

They infiltrate his base, arrest everyone, and Eri gets adopted by the Yamazawas

Eri clings to Izuku like a lifeline since he was the one who saved her. He doesn’t mind one bit and even takes her to a seance to meet one of his ghost friends

So now, Eri is a baby bat goth

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha headcannons #bnha au #witch Izuku #answered ask #ask me stuff #different quirk #goth Izuku

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toournextadventure · 6 months

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I read this is how you lose the time war yesterday and oh my god the way that the book reminded me so much of Wednesday and birb like look at some of these quotes

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'lI be all the poets, I'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you.”

“I want to be a body for you. I want to chase you, find you, I want to be eluded and teased and adored; I want to be defeated and victorious-I want you to cut me, sharpen me. I want to drink tea beside you in ten years or a thousand. Flowers grow far away on a planet they'll call Cephalus, and these flowers bloom once a century, when the living star and its black-hole binary enter conjunction. I want to fix you a bouquet of them, gathered across eight hundred thousand years, so you can draw our whole engagement in a single breath, all the ages we've shaped together.”

“I want to meet you in every place I ever loved. Listen to me. I am your echo. I would rather break the world than lose you.”

My personal favorite

“You wish you could hold me at knifepoint again. You do, still, in a way. So long as I bear these last three seeds in a hollow behind my eye, you are a blade against my back. I love the danger of it.”

Just oh my god this book and ebh have changed my Brian chemistry in a way I can’t describe it. My expectations will for ever be high because of these two story’s

Okay I am absolutely obsessed with all of these, these are SPOT ON for Birb and Wednesday. In return, I shall show you a few of MY favourite quotes that remind me of these two lil homos

They ask "do you love her to death?" I said "speak of her over my grave, and watch how she brings me back to life" - Mahmoud Darwish

The number of hours we have together is actually not to large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it - unknown (at least to me, if you know who it is please let me know)

I'm quite choked with tenderness for you, my love, it makes me a bit pathetic to love you so much - Simone de Beauvoir

Whether you come as a lover or an executioner, I am ready to receive you - Agustin Gomez-Arcos

I've got a million more but I'll have mercy and stop here ✋

#birb answers

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