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demonpiratehuntress · 5 months

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The Straw Hats (+Ace) with you being injury prone

Featuring: Zoro x Reader, Luffy x Reader, Sanji x Reader, Usopp x Reader, Ace x Reader

Summary - you get hurt very easily. waking up with random bruises, tripping over your own feet, walking into walls, etc. and your boyfriend is extremely concerned.

Warnings - like one swear word

A/N: im super clumsy and VERY injury prone, so i thought this might be fun to write. writing this with ice on a bump on my head :))))

ZORO

Zoro tends to get murderous when he spots an injury or even the smallest cut on you. He is immediately ready to tear up whatever caused it, or slice the person responsible into ribbons. So you try to hide it as best you can, especially since you are especially clumsy and getting hurt is your biggest skill. Got a cut or bruise? You're wearing long pants and long-sleeved shirts. Bump on your head? Beanie or hat.

Sometimes, though, your body forgets you're trying to conceal your clumsiness and it will blatantly expose you, such as right now.

"OW! DAMN IT!"

You had been trying to sneak up on Zoro, who was laying out on deck - you guessed it - taking another nap. One of his eyes opened at the sudden cry, landing on your figure nearby. You were hopping around on one foot, clutching your knee with both hands, your expression pained. The swordsman sat up.

"How did you hurt your knee?"

Indeed, there was nothing around for you to hit your knee on - a precaution taken by Nami and Chopper, the only two who knew about your unfortunate tendency to get hurt.

"I...I kicked it."

"How did you-" Zoro was absolutely stunned. He was an idiot, but even he knew there's no way you could kick your own knee. It was physically impossible. He got up to come an inspect it.

"I'm fine!" You promised, setting your foot down - unfortunately for you, it twisted and took you down with it. "OW!"

Zoro's jaw dropped. It took a hot minute for him to react, too shocked to fully comprehend what had just happened. When he got over it he carefully lifted you up, taking you back to his hammock so he could take care of you. He had turned his back for a second before he heard a loud thud.

You groaned.

"HOW DID YOU FALL OFF THE HAMMOCK?!"

He was immediately rushing over to pick you up again, keeping you in his arms this time. He was so worried, the poor guy, eyes grazing over your body in concern. You didn't look physically hurt, but he could tell you were in pain. Mostly from the impacts of your falls. From then on, he's your personal bodyguard, having to physically move some things so you wouldn't knock against them, or move you so you wouldn't hit anything. As for the hammock...he always made sure to get on first so he could hold you and keep you from rolling off.

Good luck convincing him to ever let you walk anywhere - or do anything - alone again.

LUFFY

Luffy is a menace. Far from being concerned about you when you would trip or bump your head, this damn idiot has the nerve to burst into loud, uncontrollable laughter.

"You're funny, (Name)!"

And he doesn't mean to hurt or upset you, it's just the way he is. He's seen you on the battlefield, mercilessly crushing whoever got in your way, so he doesn't think much of these little accidents. He thinks you're not hurt, that you're completely fine and doing it on purpose to - yes this is his reason - entertain him. After all, why else would such a ruthless fighter just flop and fall around for no reason?

"Luffy, I don't think she did that on purpose..." Usopp tried to tell the captain, who was trying to convince you to fall again.

You frowned, trying your best to not get upset with your dumbass boyfriend, and before you could stop yourself, your body already obliged. You turned and walked right into the mast - face smashing against the hard wood. You groaned and stumbled back, your nose hurting and eyes glossing over. You fell onto your butt, earning another round of obnoxious laughter from Luffy.

"DON'T JUST SIT THERE AND LAUGH!" Sanji knocked Luffy so hard on his head that the captain fell to the floor, hitting the deck face-first. Then the cook came to help you up.

"Thanks," you mumbled, feeling so embarrassed.

It was then that Luffy noticed your tears, and he sprung to his feet - completely unaffected by Sanji's attack. He came up to you and grabbed your arms, making you look at him.

"(Name), what's wrong?"

"I'm fine," you smiled, shaking off his concern. You made to walk away, but you once again turned and slammed into the mast.

"CAN WE MOVE THIS DAMN THING?!"

"But that's...that's always been there?" Usopp said-asked meekly.

You shot him a glare so withering that he screamed and cowered behind Luffy, who just laughed and wrapped his arms around you, extending them until he had you completely encased in a cocoon made by his arms.

"There, now you can't get hurt!"

SANJI

Sanji, like Zoro, tends to overreact when you get hurt. And by overreact, I mean he dropkicks everyone and everything that dared to cause you harm. So you try to hide your injuries from your overly concerned boyfriend, opting to cover them with layers. Sanji found this a bit odd, but otherwise didn't press. But slowly he started to notice things he hadn't before.

"My love, watch that-"

You bumped into the wall, sending your book crashing onto your face.

"-wall."

He rushed over to check if you were okay, laughing a little when you pulled the book away from your face to smile at him sheepishly.

"I'm fine."

Seconds after you said that disaster struck again, with you tripping over your own feet - with absolutely nothing being in the way - and falling over. Sanji's eyes widened and he quickly helped you back up.

"You are very clumsy, (Name)," he chuckled, not knowing that was exactly it.

"I am," you agreed, hiding your embarrassed blush behind your book.

Before he could say anything else, you took off and tried to quickly walk away before he could notice the growing bruise on your knee. That failed, as you hadn't taken three steps before you crashed into one of your oncoming crewmates, and fell backwards.

"Mosshead! Why did you push (Name)!" Sanji yelled, coming over looking ready to throw hands.

"As if I would do that!" The swordsman snapped back.

"Well she's on the floor isn't she?!"

"She bumped into me!"

"How dare you blame (Name) you big oaf!"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

You quickly stood up and got in between them, averting the total destruction of the Going Merry.

"He's right, Sanji. I bumped into him. I told you I'm clumsy."

You didn't have to say more before you were suddenly scooped up into the cook's arms, hearts in his eyes with his next words.

"Well then I'll just carry you everywhere my love!"

USOPP

Generally speaking, Usopp is a lot more alert than most of the crew. So it's no surprise that he picked up on your clumsiness early on, but he didn't think it was anything to worry about since it was just small stuff. But the moment you walked in one day with a bag of ice on your head, unsuccessfully trying to conceal it under a hat, Usopp grew alarmed.

"(Name), is everything okay?" Your concerned boyfriend asked you, stopping you from lifting something up. "Your head-"

"Is fine," you finished with a smile, kissing his cheek. "But thanks babe."

You walked away before he could insist on you telling him what was going on. But unfortunately for you, your two left feet gave you away and you stumbled forward, dropping the box and then tumbling over it. Usopp cried out in alarm and ran to your side, helping you up.

"(Name)!" He fussed over you. "Okay that's it, what's going on?"

"Should have known I couldn't fool the brave Captain Usopp," you smiled, trying to divert his attention.

"Well, I-" He stopped laughing confidently when he realised what you were doing, "Hey! You can't do that! Tell me, I'm worried."

You sighed, "I'm just clumsy, that's all. And injury prone."

"That...explains a lot..."

You growled and smacked him, "Is that all you can say?!"

"S-sorry!" He apologised quickly, rubbing his head. He was about to take you to Chopper for nothing other than he was worried you were hurt internally, when you suddenly tripped and fell on top of him.

He groaned, "Clumsy is an understatement."

ACE

He notices right away. There was no way it was normal for someone to walk into a wall that they knew was there, or to trip on a flat surface, or bonk their head on a shelf that they knew was over their heads - multiple times. But somehow, you managed to do all of that and more, and poor Ace was sick with worry about your physical health.

"OW! FUCK!"

Ace's head shot up from the bed, "What happened?!"

"I hit my head again..."

"Same shelf?"

"...Same shelf."

He chuckled before getting up and going over to you, bringing you into his strong arms. He placed a kiss on your head, replacing your hand rubbing your sore spot with his hand.

Later on, you were trying to bring him something, when you stubbed your toe on the bedframe and tumbled onto the bed, startling the poor man out of his nap.

"(Name)!" He figured you must have tripped, but he was not prepared for your tears. "Where does it hurt?"

"My toe..." You pouted. "I hit my food on the bed."

He face-palmed. It takes a lot for Ace of all people to face-palm, so embarrassment creeped up on you. Before you could protest, he pulled you on top of him and made you lay on his chest.

"I swear, you're a walking safety hazard," he teased. "Looks like I can't let you leave the room now."

He meant it. And if you did leave, it was with him. He was just too worried about not being around when you hurt yourself, which was valid because he was always your source of comfort.

Later...

"What happened to your eye?"

"I...fell...out of the bed..."

"...."

You are on the verge of making Ace cry.

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littlegingerperson5 · 2 months

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Movie night

MDNI

Warnings: FLUFF,FLUFF,FLUFF, fingering e! receiving, so much teasing e! receiving, face riding r! receiving, slightly bratty ellie, squirting, dacryphelia, underwear tearing, humping, slight pain slut ellie.

reader not described as masc or fem.

readers appreance isn’t described specifically.

You were estatic. Ellie had called you on face time, not saying anything, just holding the disc of your favourite movie up to the camera with a teasing smirk on her face, “I’m on my way!” you excitedly scream down the phone, you hear Ellie laughing as you hang up, running to put your shoes on.

When you arrived at her house you were in awe at the effort she put in, dim lights and lavender candles awaited you, her band tee, that smelled just like her and a pair of her boxers that were folded to perfection was placed into your hands with a sweet kiss, she even went to the store and got all your favourite snacks, pouring them all into one big bowl because that’s the most her organisation skills would allow, you appreciated the effort tho, giving her a sweet peck on the forehead…

“Babe!” She calls from the living room.

“Two seconds!” you shout back as you slip into her clothes, her top barely covering the boxers you wore.

“Hurry uup” she wines.

You walk into the living room and see Ellie squatting down, her plad boxers moving with the motion, causing the bottom of her freckled ass cheek to peek out, “cutee” you thought to yourself as she slid the disc into her PlayStation.

You cough to get her attention and she nearly jumps out her skin, you’re laughing your ass off as you reach a hand out to help her up, pulling her up with so much force that her feet leave the ground, so she wraps her legs around your torso as your arms slither around her waist, pressing your lips to hers as you sway side to side, one of your hands gripping her ass and pressing her centre to your belly, your tongues dance with eachother, practically in slow motion, just tasting one another, feeling the heat of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue…

she moans sweetly into your mouth, you pull back and she giggles sweetly when you rub the tip of your nose side to side against hers “love you baby” you say, staring into her pretty, green orbs, completely engulfed by her.

“I know” she replies, squeezing her legs tighter around your waist, she wraps her arms around your back, nuzzling her face into the side of your neck “I love you too”. One of your hands trace circles onto her back and you feel her eyes flutter close, her lashes tickling the skin of your neck.

“can we watch the film now?” you giggle out. “We could do something else” she says, grinding softly against your belly. “Elliee” you whine “afterwards, okay”. She sighs, faking agitations, SHE COULD BE SUCH A BRAT SOMETIMES, you suck on her neck lightly, teasing her “don’t be a brat baby”.

“Fine” she tries to hide her eye roll but you catch it, ignoring it for now.

You crawl onto the couch with her still attached to you, laying on your back, her head resting on your chest as you lean over to press play, you peck her on the top of her head as the intro of the film begins to play, but she ignores you, nuzzling the side of her face into the centre of your chest, her arms around your neck, her knees still on either side of you…

Your attention has completely left the film since you started to notice her behaviour, lightly grinding into you every five minutes or so, she’d play it off as “just getting comfy” but you knew exactly what she was doing when her eyes fluttered close and an almost silent sigh left her pretty lips, her heartbeat fast against yours, your hand came down and began massaging her cute little butt cheek, giggling to yourself as she “tried to get comfy” yet again.

“What you doing” she asks, her eyes still close.

“Just getting comfy baby” you whisper out, your hand landing behind her knee, pulling it thurther up your waist and tracing the back of her thigh. Her face is between your breasts as she tries to muffle her whine, her hips bucking into you.

“Ellie” you call to get her attention.

“Yeah” she huffs out, almost sounding like a moan.

“This parts really good”

She nods into your into your chest, completely ignoring you.

You fake anger “Ellie are you even watching it?”

Her head whips towards the tv “mhmm” she hums.

“Good” you pinch her inner thigh and she moans at the pain, you carry on massaging her leg ignoring her sounds, enjoying this little game.

Your fingertips slide up her inner thigh, she opens her legs wider and you fucking hear how wet she is as her sticky folds separate with her movement, excitement bubbling in your chest at the fact you can get so her wet so easily, no matter how many times it happens you’re always shocked by how soaked she gets for you.

Your other hand reaches for the remote to turn the tv down a little “too loud” you mutter. “Yeah” she mumbles, clearly lost in thought, eyes still close, thinking you haven’t caught on yet.

You lightly trace your way to her centre, tracing up and down her slit through her thin boxers, feeling her wetness pool on your fingertips through the fabric.

Your fingertips land onto her bud and press down, a gutteral moan leaves her chest, you couldn’t even pretend you didn’t hear it “shhh, this is my favourite part” at this point she didn’t know if you were talking about her or the movie as she sneaks one of her hands over her mouth, catching the squeak that tries to escape her mouth as you continue playing with her.

Ellie grows impatient at your teasing tho, her arm bending behind her to pull her boxers to the side, causing your fingers to accidentally slip against her bare folds, you pull away in surprise, a line of her slick connecting you both.

“please” she begs quietly, looking at you with pleading eyes, you grip her chin facing her freckled face towards the screen “shh”.

She almost sobs as her hips buck towards you again. You don’t touch her for a moment, your eyes on the screen…

Little huffs left her the whole time your hands were off her, you actually started to feel bad for teasing her for so long..

Her gasp of relief turns into a gutteral moan as you slip a single digit inside her without warning “yess” she whispers, tears instantily forming on her lashline as her hands reach up your shirt, her nails digging into your back as you thrust in and out of her slowly, enough to disturb her breathing pattern but not enough for her to cum, her pussy squeezing onto your finger as you suck on the side of her neck “more…please” she instructs.

“Not yet, don’t want you missing anything”

“Please” she sobs, as she grinds her clit against the shirt that you’re wearing.

“I’ll stop” you warn her.

“Don’t. please.” she whines.

“Quiet then baby”…

You continue thrusting into her, pulling out when ever she sounded like she was about to cum, her slick leaking through her band tee and onto your belly. You knew the movie was about to come to an end, so her torture ended swiftly as you thrusted a second finger into her as the credits began to play.

You hurriedly switched the off button on the remote, the room going silent as you slammed into her repeatedly, the only sound you can hear is your soaked fingers gliding in and out of her used cunt, precious squelches filling the air. “S-so close” she stutters out, grinding against you frantically, her eyes watering as her hot breaths land against your throat.

The plush of her thighs squeeze together onto your hand, spasming “ughh d-don’t stawwp” her warm tears hitting your neck as she buries her face into your skin, gasping your name out repeatedly.

“you gonna cum?” You ask, knowing the answer.

“Yess!” she squeals and you pull your fingers out of her before she reaches her high.

She looks at you with wet eyes, staring at you like you’ve just committed the worst act of cruelty, before she can even start begging, you interrupt her “sit on my face” you plead desperately. She doesn’t even answer you, quickly crawling up your body, pulling her underwear to the side, trying to expose herself, but they’re in the way of what you need most in the world, you tap her hand that’s holding the material to the side and she quickly moves it, placing both her palms on the arm of her couch, closing her eyes, bracing herself for how good she’s about to feel, till she hears the sound of fabric tearing, she looks down in shock as she sees the material that covered her hip in shreds as you pull it to the side, immediately taking her whole clit into your mouth and suckling on it…

Her hands instantly land behind your head and pressing your face deeper into her, her chest raising and falling as she leaks onto your chin, her pussy clenching around nothing, you slap the outside of her thigh harshly before both of your hands clasp onto the flesh on top of her thighs, your nails digging into the skin, almost causing blood. “Im ughh im gonna fffuck gonnacum, gonnacum” she squeals as you shake your head side to side, sucking her off, her hips are jerking in all directions, her eyes rolling back, her fingers pulling on your hair so harshly it almost hurts.

Tears are streaming down her face as she repeats your name over and over, her voice turning extremely high pitched.

“cum for me” you instruct into her and an instant gush of liquid spills onto your face, almost drowning you, you struggle to breath, her liquid in your lungs as she grunts above you, riding you, using your face selfishly as she prolongs her high, her body going limp soon after, you hold your lips to her beating clit, “mmh” she whines at your light touch, your digits grip onto her waist, lifting her from your face and placing her sensitive core onto your mound, she lays into her original position on you, “thank you” she whispers, placing a kiss onto your heart as her breathing steadies.

Your hand comes up, fingertips massaging her scalp “you deserve it, angel”

She can only hum in response, her eyelids so heavy as she starts to drift off.

The silence that filled the room is interrupted with her muffled voice as her face presses against your chest “love you” she says weakly. “Love you too, baby”. Your heart swells at how cute she can be as you sigh closing your eyes, the taste of her essence still on your lips as you drift off to sleep with the love of your life..

#abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby x black reader #abby x fem!reader #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #abby x reader #ellie x black!reader #sub ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #Ellie Williams x masc reader

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targaryenluvs · 4 months

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— INTO HIS ARMS

pairing: yandere!percy jackson x fem!gf!reader

summary: percy decides to scare you back into his arms, of course you need him, you couldn’t survive without!

warnings: combat, injuries, blood, kinda creepy oc, kinda backwards views/manly views, obsessed?? guilt, makeups, hugs

a/n: part one —this is kinda inspired by @supercutszns fighting chance!

you hadn’t slept all night.

thinking about your fight with percy and the fact that he was for once alone, because of you. alone in a huge cabin all to himself just because he was worried about you and another boy.

but on the other hand, he was over reacting. it was getting hard for you to be with percy in all honestly, as much as you loved him it seemed like he would never let you be. you were conflicted, did you want to be with him and put up with his jealousy? or break up with your bestfriend and be miserable?

the entire morning, all you could think about was your dilemma. even as you sat through tactic and strategy with annabeth and your group, percy was on your mind as well as behind you. “percy, y/n, you’ll be with me.” annabeth spoke as everyone split apart. you sighed, even with annabeth you knew she’d plop on her cap and disappear, you were stuck with percy.

“i’d rather scout for the other flag.” murmurs and whispers rung out around you as everyone wondered why on earth percy would want to seperate from you. “fine, let’s get moving.” you turned to look back at him, but he was already gone.

great, he was pissed. but why? he was the one acting irrational, and you just wanted a break. percy was acting as if you were in the wrong.

as you expected, annabeth disappeared soon enough, leaving you to yourself. you sat on a log, over looking your surroundings. engrossed in your pathetic attempts to entertain yourself, you hadn’t noticed the approaching enemy footsteps.

you tried to stand but the sword at your throat stopped you. “don’t move, where’s the flag?” you turned your head slightly to view the boy, but he was unrecognisable. he could tell you didn’t know, “you don’t even know my name do you?” you closed your eyes as your hand curled around the hilt of your sword, you lifted it promptly, clashing with his sword.

the two of you began to fight, loud clashes rumbling through the thick forest as you gained ground, merciless in your pursuit. you were close to winning, he was losing energy and the slashes you’d landed had him wincing. eventually you managed to slam the sword out of his hand, causing him to trip and land on his butt. “do you give up?” his chest was heaving, you expected him to be mad, but a smile came across his face, “no.”

the yells came from behind you, three of his teammates charging towards you as you picked up his sword and ran. chucking it away, you continued running as you heard their taunts, “where do you think you’re going sweetheart?” laughs echoed around, “give up!” you ended up at the shoreline as you turned around and viewed all three of them.

“what’re you gonna do now huh?” the blonde headed boy looked vicious and ready to fight, you weren’t one to stand down, “beat your ass into the floor probably, three on one? real mature.” his smirk was wiped off as he snarled, “shut up!” he ran at you, dumb idea, you dashed to the side as he ran past you, being pushed into the floor whilst you grabbed his sword and threw it into the water.

the other two charged at you, you were good of course, but two fully trained older teens? you weren’t so sure. you’d slipped on the watery shore, causing a gash along your arm. the blood ran down your arm as your hand clutched the sword, “where’s your back talk?” the other boy smirked as you laughed, “up your ass.” you shouted as you brung the sword up, slashing his shoulder before you pushed him onto the floor.

what you hadn’t noticed was the blonde boy staggering to his feet, his friends sword in his hand. he came at you from behind, slamming the handle into your back as you screamed out in pain. your head slammed against the floor, your arm ached and your eyes were hazy. the boy chuckled as the tip of the sword rested on your chest, the sword trailed around your chest, “my names toby, by the way.”

“that’s a pretty stupid name toby.” percy spoke as the boy turned, “what do you want jackson?” percy’s smile was oddly wide, but soon enough it dropped, “for you to never mess with my girlfriend, ever.” the boy pointed his sword at percy, “is that right? how old are you anyways? five? you couldn’t beat me on my worst day.” percy took a step forwards as toby took a step back, “first of all, i could easily beat you, and second, the minute you laid your hands on her, it became your worst day.”

the water slammed into toby from behind, a large wave and toby shouted out, his entire body was in excruciating pain. “help! please!” toby clawed at the floor as the water seemed to drag him in, but the shouts and cheers of your team and luke waving the opposite teams flags drowned him out.

percy rushed to your side, “are you okay? can you hear me?” you nodded lazily, “my arm, percy my arm.” he peeled off your armour hurriedly before rolling up your sleeve. the blood was flowing still, but all percy could think of was how badly he wanted to put a million more cuts in toby and his friends. the campers saw the scene, the two boys on the floor, toby’s hands flapping around in the water, trying to keep himself afloat.

the water, the water will heal her.

the same voice from before was in his head, and he decided to listen. he picked you up, dragging you near the water. the campers watched intently as percy’s hand hovered above the water, a line of water formed as he directed it to your arm. and soon enough the gash was gone and you were okay. he clutched onto your face, “y/n, i’m so sorry, i should’ve been there with you.”

you shot up, hugging percy tightly. “it’s not your fault, thank you for saving me. but percy, you used the water.” percy hadn’t even realised in all honestly, he’d only been concerned with you. he glanced at toby, an idea in his head. he reached his hand out, and suddenly toby was dragged back to shore.

shouts and cheers came from the campers, and as you looked up, you noticed the trident above his head, “perce.” he looked at you intently, “what’s wrong?” your hand pointed upwards as he viewed it. chirons voice boomed, declaring him as the son of poseidon.

but all he could find himself caring for was you, clutching onto him and smiling, “i’m so happy for you percy.” your arms held onto him as his slithered around your waist, “i’m sorry, for everything. i’d very much like to move some of my things back to your cabin. if you’ll take me back percy?” he smiled, “of course.”

percy had been claimed, and he now had you again, back in his arms once more, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever let go.

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m0chisenpai · 1 year

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Hey could I plz request a Jake x Reader (human) x Neytiri - 6 year old Lo’ak just learned how fragile humans are and ever since has refused to leave readers side (reader dosent mind, she loves cuddles with her baby) but this dose mean non of the other kids rlly get any time with her - Jake and Neytiri are starting to miss her (Lo’ak dosent let them near her cuz he’s afraid they’ll accidentally hurt hur). Sorry if it’s complicated, I’m not very good at writing requests 😅

platonic!lo'ak x human!reader

Despite your avatar still being in the incubation period it did not stop you from spending your time with the ones you loved. The process was longer with the limited resources and the old RDA facility being abandoned, but Norm was a genius. Jake had faith in him and sure enough you visited daily to inspect the growth of well…you.

By this time Lo’ak and Netayem, both aged 6 and 7 became accustomed to your presence. The two young boys affectionately called you Sa’nok when they could finally speak and it warmed all of your hearts. However, despite their young age the boys towered over you just like their mother and father.

Jake wouldn’t admit it, but he and Neytiri felt the slight fear watching as you played with the boys. When they’d snap their little fangs at you, and you’d laugh it off Jake wondered what if you hadn't moved your hand fast enough? You would chide at the both of them reminding them who managed to help put an end to the psychopath that was once Quartrich, and they slowly eased off you.

They allowed you to take the boys on playful little explorations during the day not too far which you could agree on. You would watch them play in the forest, but when they would rough house they often wanted you to join. In their defense they fought often with Jake so they did not know any better. Sometimes you’d come back with a teeny scratch or a bruise but it was nothing to scare the boys, they were children still. They didn’t know any better.

But Lo’ak realized you were human when his anger got the best of him. He and Netayem were tugging something back and forth, throwing petty insults at each other. You sighed and stood from the rock going to stand in front of the two boys, “calm down boys now Lo’ak can you let go so you don’t break it? Mama worked hard on it.”

When you went to step forward the object was sent flying and knocked you back onto your butt. The boys instantly ended their bickering once they heard your gasp and ran over to you to apologize. Lo’ak could only watch on with tears in his eyes as you cupped your cheek.

“M’ sorry, sorry! Sa’nok don’t be made please! Accident!” Loa’k whimpered as his brother helped pull you to your feet.

You quickly silenced them and told them you were just surprised is all. You bruhsed away those tear stained blue cheeks and let him hold your hand as you walked back to the Hometree. But that night when You were in the tent with Neytiri, Lo’ak listened in and witnessed the dark bruising on your body.

Neytiri massaged some concoction into the darkened splotches and Lo’ak felt sick to his stomach knowing it was him who caused the pain.

“It is fine Tiri, they are just children.” You hissed between clenched teeth as you rubbed the remainder of the salve over your stomach.

“Yes, but you are still human, my love.”

From that day on Lo’ak made a vow to himself, to you. He would protect you, human or not. He never wanted to see you in pain like that again. He would never be the cause of such a pain ever again.

That night as you all lie together Lo’ak curled his body around you, resting his head on your stomach which rose and fell. Your hands brushed through his dark locks, gently massaging his scalp which in turn lulled him to sleep again.

Lo’ak seemed to cling to you like a newborn babe after that day. It was almost adorable, the way he hissed at his father when he reached a hand down to affectionately rub a hand over your head. What if he crushed you! Jake raised a brow but stepped back.

Both he and Neytiri missed you during those nights where you would fly together. When you'd explore the forest with one another. Who would have thought they would have to compete for your attention against a six year old?

Your darling Netayem was more reserved with his affections like his mother. But when he did seek you out he'd hiss at his brother who was taking up any time he had with you.

"You leech to mama like a baby!" Netayem stomped his foot at his brother.

"No I don't!" Lo'ak snapped leaning nearly close enough to butt head with his oldest brother.

"You do! Mama never gets to spend any time with me any more cause you cling to her!" Netayem hissed and Lo'ak bared his fangs which was more than enough for you to step in between the boys.

"Lo'ak" the boys eyes soften as soon as you step into his sight "I will be fine. "Your brother deserves my time with him. And soon you will have another sibling to share my time with."

And his lip quivered followed by glassy eyes. Your small hand thumbed under those eyes, the eyes of his father. "I just want you safe Sa'nok"

And your heart broke at the crack in his voice and you wrapped your sweet Lo'ak into your arms shushing his whimpers. You looked back at Netayem and he knew to step out and give you both space.

"I know baby. I am human still, but I will be fine. Soon my time will come and you will no longer need to protect me" you whispered into his ear.

"But what if-"

"And if I ever need you, I know a warrior with a mighty heart who will come to my rescue" you cupped his cheeks and pressed your forehead to his.

"'M sorry Sa'nok" he whispered.

"There is no need for apologies, my sweet Lo'ak" you pressed a kiss to his forehead "now, may I please spend some time with Netayem by the water? "

He nodded and you smiled. "Then tonight I'll rebraid your hair and tell you more of my earth stories, hm?" Your smile elicited a small one out of him. So passionate, just like his father.

Outside the tent Jake and Neytiri silently listen in. And when they hear their boy agree to split from you Jake nearly fell to his knees screaming his praises to the Great Mother.

Neytiri rolled her eyes as her mate fell to his knees raising both fists to the sky, "skxwang."

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jymwahuwu · 7 months

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After watching the animation, I felt uncomfortable and had thoughts about handcuffs. just found a reason to be handcuffed and spanked by Wriothesley 🥵🙏💦💦

CW: yandere, forced imprisonment, abuse of power, non-consensual spanking, humiliation

For a whole week… you were uncooperative, stamping your feet in front of Wriothesley's face, arguing with him, or responding with perfunctory- "yes-yes", "got it.", "you're right again anyway". Why? He keeps you in this underwater prison and factory, restricting your freedom. He smiled lightly and gracefully, patting you on the head as if you just weren't mature enough. Like just punched the pillow with his fist, it was completely useless. The anger in your chest burned even brighter.

You were sulking that day, slowly poking at the food with your fork in the cafeteria, thinking about how to escape the Fortress of Meropide. A young and sweet voice sounded next to you. "You look unhappy. Cheer up. Want a milkshake?" "No, thank you." You replied quickly, without even glancing at who the person was. In the corner of your vision, a blue milkshake approaches you, and you turn around irritably.

"I told you no…" Inadvertently, your elbow touched the cup, and the whole cup fell to the ground and broke. You were startled to realize that it was the head nurse, Sigewinne. Guilt builds in you, and you're about to apologize and pick up the pieces, but you hear that annoying voice - Wriothesley's. His boots appear before you. "Wow, what a big scene. Do you mind explaining it?"

Sigewinne waved her hand and raised head to look at Wriothesley. "I'm fine, Your Grace."

Rebellion takes a place in your heart. You swallowed your apology and sneered. "I broke it."

Wriothesley raised his eyebrows. "Really? Well, come to the office with me. Sigewinne, don't pick up the debris. I will ask people to clean it." Sigewinne gave you a worried look and explained. "It's really just an accident, not intentional, Your Grace…"

"Don't worry." He gave a reassuring smile. "Just going to the office to chat."

As soon as you entered the office, you heard the door being locked. Your heart skipped a beat, but you still maintained a stoic look.

Wriothesley walked slowly from the door to you, hugged his arm, and asked in a relaxed tone. "You've been very rude lately. What's wrong?"

You can't believe Wriothesley is actually asking this - "Don't you know you're the reason! When am I going to get out of jail! Why I have no idea how long my sentence will be extended!"

"This is what happens when someone disobeys." Administrator said, taking something out of his pocket. "And now I'm right. You don't look like you're fit to be released from prison."

He quickly lifted the back of your hand, and then with a sound, the handcuff locked your right hand. You suddenly broke into a cold sweat, but your other hand was grabbed and locked in the same way. "W-what do you want to do!" accompanied by a chuckle. "You look better this way, but it's not enough."

Wriothesley sat down leisurely, stretched out his hand, and pulled you onto his lap. As you screamed, a chill ran down your butt, and the covering material was pulled down. But he still felt that it was not enough, and even took off your underwear, not even allowing the underwear to stay on your calves, but threw it on the desk. Before this, you had never known that Wriothesley's strength was so irresistible and powerful. He always allowed you to push him away a little.

A hard slap on your ass. Terrified, you straightened your legs and kicked them, as if that would relieve the pain, but it didn't. "How dare you - how dare you spank me! Wriothesley, I will teach you a lesson once I get out!"

"Ha-I'm waiting." He said, holding back the laughter in his throat. "But now, you're being spanked by me, so watch your words."

The slaps landed on your butt one after another, and his thick arms were waving, showing no mercy, as the loud slapping sound proved. The pain urged your eyes to fill with tears, and you wanted to struggle, but the cold handcuffs reminded you of your position. "Stop this…you have no right to do this…"

"I have. And no one can stop me from doing this." While holding your waist, his big, rough hand slapped your right butt three times in a row. Just when you thought you had adapted… pain. You sobbed quietly, sniffling.

After the slap lasted… you don't know, 2 minutes or 5 minutes later? It seemed like a lifetime, and finally it stopped. "Poor you." The palm touched your heated butt and rubbed it gently, "It's all swollen. If you were obedient, it wouldn't be like this, right?"

"Asshole…" you just struggled to curse in a low voice, "um, let's start again." These few understatement words gave you a huge warning. The slaps started again, even harder than before. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to stop him. "…wait, wait, I'm sorry!! Don't start over!!"

"Ah, too late," he snickered, not stopping to spank. "Well, I can even hear you scolding me in your heart. Just be good, even a little bit, okay?"

What follows is a long afternoon. Wriothesley didn't spank you continuously, but kept you on his lap. He reviews the documents and signs and adds notes. Occasionally, he thinks of you and waves his arms to educate you. You were like a poor little pet, on his lap, with tears hanging from your eyelashes, your hands locked in handcuffs, and butt is swollen and radiating heat.

#wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #yandere wriothesley

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 4 months

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Travis request

Travis having to carry reader. Like she’s hurt, feet hurt and has to walk barefoot, or carried just playfully

High Heels

Warning: Smut, language

You really wished you weren't so stubborn sometimes. Usually, it worked in your favor, but tonight, as you were forced to walk to your place in your five inch Mach & Mach heels that you just had to have, your feet were cursing your name with every step.

Travis walked a few feet in front of you down the sidewalk with a heavy stride, his suit jacket draped over his shoulder, as you hobbled behind him, contemplating taking your shoes off and walking on the filthy ground.

"When are you just gonna admit you can't walk in those shoes, baby?", he chuckled, throwing his voice behind him, drawing out your pet name as he spoke; his midwestern accent always came out when he'd had a couple of drinks. The two of you were leaving the Chiefs annual Christmas party, and while Travis suggested you grab an Uber to travel the couple of blocks to your apartment in downtown Kansas City because he knew your feet were hurting, you immediately declined, unwilling to admit defeat.

"I'm fine", you gritted out between clenched teeth, pain evident in your voice.

"Yeah, you sound like it."

You flipped him off, letting out a groan when you tripped over a crack in the sidewalk. "Ow! For fucks sake", you mumbled under your breath. Travis turned around to see if you were hurt, but the only thing damaged was your pride. "C'mon, baby. Let me help you."

You waved him off with a scowl on your face. "Just go, I don't need your help."

"Oh really?" He took a swipe at the clutch in your hand, making it clatter across the ground. "Why would you do that?", you whined, struggling to take another step to pick up your handbag. "Just to mess with you", Travis shrugged with a cocky grin, "and to prove a point."

"Yeah, you owe me a new handbag." You took a deep breath, just the thought of walking a second more agonizing. "Fine! Will you help me?"

"I thought you'd never ask." He bent down to help you take off your shoes, but you stopped him. "I am not walking on the nasty concrete."

"Ok", Travis rose stood back up, letting out a huff as he placed his jacket over your shoulders. In one quick movement he had you in his arms in a bridal carry, your arm loosely draped over his shoulders. He let out a playful grunt as he took his first step, earning a scoff from you. "I'm not that heavy!"

"Sure, whatever you need to tell yourself." He let out another groan, knowing it would set you off. "Ya know what? Put me down, I'll crawl the rest of the way there", you said with a slap to his chest. "I'm just kidding. I'm just kidding", Travis admitted as you finally reached your building.

You let out a squeal when he effortlessly shifted to throw you over his shoulder as he opened the door and walked to the elevator. "Travis, do not drop me", you warned, making Travis laugh. "I wasn't thinking about it until you said something, but now..."

"Travis Michael Kelce, if you drop me, you're sleeping on the couch tonight."

"Is that any way to talk your wonderful husband who literally carried you a few blocks tonight?"

"Try me if you want to." You punctuated your threat with a hiccup, all of the blood rushing to your head. You held on tight to his bicep as he walked down the hallway, hearing his key slip into the front door, and the light switch flip on as you entered the kitchen.

"Ok, let me down, please!", you called out, trying to push yourself up to no avail. Travis ignored your command, giving you a playful slap on the butt as he carried you to the bedroom, carefully dropping on the bed with a huff. "You're welcome." He moved to the closet as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"Travis?" You called out in your sweetest voice. "What baby?"

"Can you help me take my shoes off?" You could have probably done it yourself, but you enjoyed when Travis doted on you. He emerged from the closet shirtless, his pectoral muscles flexing as he moved toward you, his belt unbuckled and slung low around his waist. You didn't even need a glass of champagne to be turned on by the sight of Travis' toned body, but it certainly heightened all of your senses.

Your core twitched as he grabbed at your ankle, pressing a harmless kiss to your calf before he undid the first strap. You pressed the sole of your other heel against his chest, pressing the heel into his skin ever so slightly, making the skirt of your dress bunch up at your hips.

"Really?", Travis' voice was gruff as he noticed you weren't wearing any panties, your core already glistening with your wetness. "I didn't want any panty lines underneath my dress tonight", you coyly explained with a shrug, spreading your legs a little wider so he had a perfect view of your pussy. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" His erection began to press against his zipper as he watched you lick two of you fingers and slowly drag them through your folds, your index finger pressing against your clit, making you shiver.

"Enjoying what?" You bite at your bottom lip.

"The heels" he lifts one of your legs up, showing off your very expensive stilettoes, "the dress", he nodded to wear your dress was now laying haphardly on the ground. "Its all just a little too obvious, ya know?" Travis let out a dark chuckle as he pulled his belt from the loops, dropping it on the ground. Two years of marriage behind you, and he still had to work overtime not to bend you over in a public places at his will, you always looked so good, so it was almost unfair how much you teased him when the two of you were alone, just knowing it drove him wild.

"That was just for the party. I don't have to work overtime to get you. You're already mine." Travis nodded, biting at his bottom lip. "All day, baby. And twice on Sunday."

"Are you just gonna stand here?", you giggled, his eyes glazing over with lust as he moved to hover over you, his large hands framing your face as you locked lips. His hands were roaming every inch of your body, his mouth tracing the line of your collar bone with wet kisses before he helped you get your dress off over your head, exposing your breasts to the cold of the room.

"Fuck, Travis", you let out a sharp breath as he latched on your nipple, your hands raking through his scalp. You welcomed his body weight as he collapsed on top of you, and you could feel how hard he was as his cock pressed against your lower stomach. You ground your hips against his pelvis, making him groan out, his voice vibrating against your skin. "Why are you in such a rush?", he chuckled, raising up to look at you.

"You act like I'm the only one whose a big tease in this relationship." You glanced down at his crotch before looking back at him. "I don't wanna play any games tonight." Travis grabbed at your hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed. You felt his hot breath tickle your inner thigh as he knelt on the ground, his mouth hovering over your throbbing core. You rested your heels on his shoulders as he pressed a gentle kiss to your clit, his tongue flicking to knock at the sensitive bud a couple of times.

You were already a moaning mess, so sensitive to his touch as he drug his tongue through your folds, latching onto you like he was starved for the taste of you. You felt every muscle start to tighten as he ravished you, the sounds of your wetness echoing in the room. It was all too much, the grip he had on your thighs, the softness of his lips against your skin, you felt yourself hurdling toward your orgasm-

"Stop, Travis. Stop, I'm so close", you chest heaved as you spoke, pushing him away, desperate for him to stretch you out with his cock. Travis wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he got up, pressing a knee into the mattress between your legs. You hurriedly helped him take his pants and boxers off, his cock springing free from the band of his underwear and resting against his abs.

"My shoes- take off my shoes", you were desperately trying to hold onto your orgasm, feeling it slip away. "The shoes stay on", Travis grumbled, playfully biting you on the inner thigh. He threw your legs over his shoulders again, this time lifting your hips to place a pillow under your bottom.

You sighed as he pushed himself slowly into you, bottoming out inside of you before he started to move his hips, each stroke pushing over your g-spot, your cushiony walls clenching around him tightly. Instantly, Travis was already working against his internal clock, knowing he wasn't going to last with how wet and warm you felt, his jaw flexing as he tried to hold back.

"Fuck, please go slow." You begged, the mixture of pleasure and overstimulation rushing over your entire body, feeling every inch of him each time he disappeared into your pussy, your legs held together above your head. Travis moaned, "Fuck, babe", his words slurring as if he was drunk, even though he'd only nursed a few beers all night. He tried to focus on other parts of your body as he quickened his pace, the way your face contorted with pleasure at each movement, but the sight of your mouth hanging slightly agape, your lips forming an 'o', only made it harder. You quickly got used to the motions, feeling the warmth pool in your lower stomach.

"Travis, baby", your hands were gripping the sheets, the fabric bundled so tightly in your fists you thought you'd rip them. "What do you need, baby?", he asked, his cock twitching at the sound of your whines, your hips grinding against him, desperate to build some friction. "Tell me what you need, baby", Travis tried to get your attention, holding your hips in place as he drilled into you, but you were silent, unable to speak even if you wanted to, too cock drunk to say anything, and he was only getting started.

He knew your body, studied it closely, knew what made you tick and what sent you over the edge, so as he saw your writhing underneath him, he knew you were close, and you didn't even need to say a word.

You squealed as he stopped, pulling your legs down and wrapping them around his waist, his large body hovering over you as he continued his pace, his thumb laid flat against your clit, drawing teasing circles around it. You were so overwhelmed you could barely hear his praises for you as he whispered in your ear. "Such a good girl. Always such a good girl for me."

You were unraveling, a complete mess as you felt every inch of your body tense up before the sweetest release, a wave of pleasure washing over your body repeatedly, from your fingertips to your toes. He continued to press his fingers against your clit so you could ride your high as long as possible.

Travis' strokes were faltering as he felt himself close to his own orgasm, and with three final pumps, he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck as you milked every bit of his release out of him. The room was filled with pants and groans as he settled on top of you, his beard scratchy against your cheek as he kissed your neck.

"Fuck, that was-", you giggled as Travis rolled off of you, his hands never leaving your body. "Yeah", you agreed with a nod, closing your eyes.

"Its always that good, right?" Sex with you was always fantastic, but tonight, something was definitely different in the best way possible, he just couldn't put his finger on it. "Don't make me say it", you teased.

"Say what?"

You lifted your legs in the air, the rhinestones on your heels shining in the light.

"Oh my god. Please, it wasn't those expensive ass, painful shoes." Travis rolled his eyes, slapping at his bare chest.

"It was the only thing we did different, Travis", you teased, pulling your self close to him and placing a messy kiss on his lips.

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moonstruckme · 4 months

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Omg I have another weird request. So I get really bad gas bubbles in my tummy, like to the point of curling up and crying. So what helps is tummy rubs. Can you do a cute thing with doctor remmy since he would know this and like not even care about the burps or toots 🫣🫣 it’s so embarrassing but it happens all the time mostly after I eat and I just want comforting hands of doctor Remus 🥺💕

Thanks for requesting love!

cw: stomach pains, mention of gas bubbles, and implied belching and passing gas

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 618 words

You hear Remus come home, but you can’t make yourself call out a greeting. You’re curled up on the couch, using the butt of your palm to try and push out the pain and gritting your teeth through the largely unrewarding process. You turned on the TV when you first laid down, but you can’t focus on it enough to distract yourself.

“Dove?” Remus’ voice moves from the kitchen into the living room, his footfalls quiet. Then he’s towering over the back of the couch, concern a line between his brows. It digs in when he sees you.

“Hi,” you manage.

“Hi, honey.” His voice stretches with a weighty compassion. He rounds the couch to sit by your feet, hand landing atop your curled legs. “Stomach bothering you again?”

You hum miserably. This is the worst kind of pain, in your opinion. Not harsh or biting, but buried deep, throbbing and tender like a bruise.

“C’mere,” Remus says, scooting closer to you and worming his hand in between your stomach and your thighs.

“Sorry,” you say, voice nearly breaking on a sob. He’s only just gotten home from work, and you’ve already given him a task he didn’t ask for. It’s hardly a sexy thing to come home to.

“Don’t be,” he replies softly, sliding his hand underneath yours on your belly. You slip yours out to let him work.

Remus’ hands are slightly cold from the chill outside, but they warm quickly, gentle but resolute as he applies a careful pressure to the bubbles inside your stomach. He’s far kinder than you had been, easing the bubbles out rather than punishing them. His slender fingers are deft and skillful. You find yourself relaxing even before the hurt has begun to lessen.

A belch rises up in your throat before you can warn him. You squeeze your eyes shut in mortification. “Jesus. Sorry.”

“Quit apologizing,” Remus says, bending over you to kiss the side of your neck lightly. His hand continues to knead at your stomach with a gentle lovingness. “That’s a good thing. Does it feel better?”

“A little.” You give him a wan smile. You wish you felt well enough to sit up and kiss him back. Your poor boyfriend hasn’t even had time to take off his scrubs; you definitely owe him a cup of tea after this, at the very least.

“Good.” The word eases off his tongue warm and buttery, and the smile he gives you in return is just as comforting. “I can see you thinking, lovely girl. You’re feeling poorly enough, don’t torment yourself extra.”

You cringe as another gas bubble escapes you. “You haven’t eaten dinner yet,” you say guiltily. “If I were you, my appetite would be ruined.”

Remus hums. “Well then I suppose it’s a good thing you’re not me.” He grins, reaching up with his free hand to cup the back of your head. His thumb draws circles into your temple. “My appetite will be fine, dove. I wouldn’t be very good at my job if I was squeamish, hm? Anyway, I couldn’t eat if I knew you were hurting. Helping you helps me.”

You burp again, more of the pain tingling out of you as you finally begin to relax. “I’m writing to the Vatican,” you sigh. “You need to be considered for sainthood.”

Remus laughs. It’s a rare, hearty sound, loud and deep and chest-tightening. You think that you’re lucky it hadn’t happened before he’d set to work on your stomach; you’re not sure your body would have been able to handle it.

“I’m not sure I’d qualify,” he admits, considering you with his tongue stuck in his cheek, “but I appreciate the thought, dove.”

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 26 days

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Hello friend 👋 wasn’t episode 4 of tbb amazing?? I’m loving this season. Wanted to pop in and request a fic - you know how when you’re walking your dog and everyone has to stop and say hello to the dog bc obvs. Can you do something like that but it’s crosshair walking batcher and reader stops to say how cute but then crosshair gets jealous of batcher getting all the love lol

Dog Days

Crosshair x Reader

Summary- You met Crosshair while he was taking Batcher for a walk. Passing your house quickly became a daily task you all looked forward to. Is it wrong to say you caught feelings for him? And was Crosshair really jealous of the attention you gave Batcher?

A/N- Hey girl! Sorry your request took so long to get around to. I didn't forget you! I want to personally thank you for all your kind words. I always see your liking and commenting on my works! This was such a cute idea!!! Crosshair is definitely the 'dad who didn't want the dog, but now loves it' guy. Thanks for requesting!

Word Count- 1,409

The scurrying of paws on tile caught your attention. You raised from your bent position, having been watering your plants outside your home.

You turned just in time to see a various colored blue animal running your way. The figure and attitude of it reminded you of a dog, but you were sure it wasn't.

The closer it got, you realized it was not slowing down. With a hiked breath, you squinted your eyes and prepared for impact.

"Batcher, stop!" A males voice rang out.

Just as commanded, the animal stopped at your feet. You opened your eyes to see it now sitting, tongue out. You blinked, heart still pounding.

"Sorry." Said the man, which you recognized as Crosshair. Him and the rest of his brothers had come back to Pabu after rescuing Omega.

"No, it's okay. Really, he seems sweet." The animal jumped to its feet as you reached a hand out. Your hand was soon met with slobber, as the animal licked you again.

"She."

"Oh, sorry. She seems sweet." You crouched down to her level, now fully petting her. You gave out a laugh as she now nuzzled into your face.

Crosshair crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. You took the hint.

"I guess I'll let you two get going. Have a nice day!" You stood, much to Batchers dismay. She already had a liking to you. She reluctantly followed Crosshair when he turned and walked away.

Only a day passed until you saw the two of them again. This time you had been leaving a neighbors house, needing some flour.

You of course, saw Batcher running down first. Crosshair slowly following. She barked at the sight of you, you didn't get scared when she ran at you this time.

"Hey girl!" You called out to her, but what you didn't expect was for her to actually jump on you.

It wasn't painful, but she did manage to knock the small bag of flour out of your hands. She had you playfully pinned under her, licking whatever she could.

The flour was also on top of you, and her, and the surrounding tile.

You gave out a cough, a white puff leaving your lips.

'Batcher, off!" Crosshair was frustrated at the scene. He had watched the whole fall.

Batcher didn't understand and happily ran over to him. You were still on the ground, slightly embarrassed at the turned heads.

A hand reached down to you, you grabbed it. Crosshair easily pulled you up. His strength took you by surprise.

"She hurt you?" He asked.

"I'm okay, I think most of the impact was on my butt." You rubbed at your hip, a dull pain arriving. It was going to bruise.

"How much flour was it?" He didn't seem to really care how you were doing.

"Uh, I think five cups? I was just borrowing it from my friend."

He hummed, Batcher was still at his side. She was awaiting his next command.

"It's fine, really. I know she didn't mean to." There was an awkward air around.

"I'll bring some tomorrow." Was all he said before turning and walking off.

He did bring the flour the next day, a bag double the size of what you had. You gave your neighbor her portion and put the rest in a jar.

You profusely thanked him, but he brushed it off and continued his walk.

To show your gratitude for the extra flour, you baked him a dozen cookies. You wrapped them neatly and carefully waited to see the two of them.

You found ways to busy yourself outside, trying not to make it obvious you were eagerly waiting for Crosshair. Oh, yeah and Batcher.

Upon hearing a bark, you ran inside to grab your fresh cookies. You raced back outside just in time to see Crosshair standing. He had his head turned, looking around. Was he looking for you?

"Crosshair?" His head shot your way.

"I baked you some cookies! As a formal 'thank you.'" He just looked at you, so you raised the cookies to him.

"Thank you." He said, fighting a smile.

"What did you say your name was?" It was your turn to smile at his question.

You promptly told him, trying not to grin too big.

He nodded.

"T-Theres enough cookies for the rest of your brothers, and Omega." You informed him. At his look, you felt your cheeks getting hot. He probably felt weirded out that you knew everyone's name, especially since he just learnt yours.

"Sorry..." You didn't even know what you were apologizing for, but you felt guilty for making things awkward once again.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, so don't apologize." His words were cold, but had a sense of affection in them.

At the new silence, you figured it was time to part once again.

"Have a good day, I hope you like the cookies." He actually waved this time, glancing over his shoulder to see you smile and wave back.

With each day that passed, you slowly got closer and closer to Crosshair and Batcher. Passing your house seemed to be on their daily walking routine.

A minute spent passing your house turned into taking a twenty or thirty minute break. You'd hold and play with Batcher while talking with Cross. It ranged from the weather to nightmares. You both found yourselves opening up to each other.

You quickly grew feelings for Crosshair over the weeks passed.

There were times you thought he felt the same, but the second you might have confessed or leaned in for a kiss- he'd change the subject. You just accepted that he didn't like you in the way you liked him. It hurt but you couldn't force feelings onto him.

You had started to notice that when you giddily ran to Batcher or held her tightly, Crosshair curled his lip- or gave out a glare. You picked up that he might be jealous of the attention you were giving her. Though, why would he be jealous if he didn't have any feelings for you?

It came to be a few minutes past two o'clock. Crosshair would be coming down any minute now. Though, your pesky bladder had you quickly running back inside.

When you came out, Crosshair was sat on your front porch. Batcher was at the ready, panting and hyper.

You greeted her first, dropping to your knees. She was more playful today, not leaving you alone.

"Oh, you're such a good girl!" You scratched behind her ears, she closed her eyes and wagged her tail.

You continued to play with her, she was rolling and doing tricks for you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Crosshair stand. He crossed his arms, a scowl on his face.

"Such a pretty girl, so cute." You announced praises at her. Though not on purpose, you ignored Crosshair. She was on her back as you rubbed her belly.

"Why don't you get a room." He remarked, now obviously jealous of Batcher.

"Don't listen to him, Batcher! He's just grumpy and jealous." You were getting brave with your comebacks.

"I am not!" He was getting defensive.

"Shh, it's okay Batcher. Your dad is pretty cute too." You said, nuzzling her face.

"I am not her dad and i'm n-" Your words registered in Crosshairs head, the same time they did in yours.

You moved away from Batcher, the mood changed. It was silent for a moment, you looked at the ground.

"Okay I'll be leaving now." You stood to your feet, about to die of embarrassment. That was until Crosshair grabbed a hold of your wrist.

He forced you to face him. "Why?"

"Well gee Cross, I don't know. Maybe because I just said the dumbest thing ever. You think I don't know the feeling isn't mutual!" You confessed.

He stared for a moment, hand still gripping your wrist. You could tell he was contemplating something. That was until he made the last step forward and kissed you.

You felt light as a feather. He did like you back!

You could feel Batcher rubbing against your leg, but payed no attention to it. You were too lost in the kiss.

The two of you held each other, not puling away except to gasp for air.

"I guess I was wrong?" You panted out.

"You were far from being right." He just pulled you back in for another kiss.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I am so appreciative for your sweet comments HayBelle! Please let me know if there is anything you want changed in this fic!

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gabseyoo · 9 months

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RESERVATION — GOJŌ SATORU

content: female reader, established relationship, mirror kink, handjob, spit as lube, petnames, slight dirty talk. word count: 1,5k.

summary: after seeing your boyfriend get out of the shower, you’re not sure if you’re going to make it to the reservation on time.

note: hi, i posted this a while ago but it flopped, so im trying again :p

“Babe.” You called your boyfriend while knocking on the bathroom door twice before opening it without even waiting for his answer, come on, you’ve been living together for so long that unless the door was locked, you could just walk in whenever you wanted. “Did I happen to leave my hoop earrings in here? I can’t find them.”

As soon as you had one foot inside the bathroom, you found Satoru wrapping a towel dangerously low around his hips as he stepped out of the shower. It wasn’t something you hadn’t seen before, but it would be a big lie to say that the sight didn’t still make you drool.

Today was date night and that was why you both were getting ready to go out to dinner at a fancy place. You were already wearing a nice dress, your hair was done and your makeup was on point with your favorite red lipstick. Satoru... well, besides the fact that he had just gotten home from work half an hour ago, he wasn’t the fastest person in the world to get ready.

“The golden ones?” He asked as he dried his hair with a smaller towel, “I saw them by the sink.”

You licked your lips before closing the door behind you and walking to the sink, evidently there were your earrings, so you didn’t take long to put them on while watching in the mirror how Satoru behind you finished drying his head and with one hand he brushed back the white locks. Fuck. You almost let out a sigh.

“Excited about tonight, baby?” He spoke a few seconds later, walking to your side and abruptly bringing you out of your thoughts. You weren’t surprised when you felt his hand squeeze your butt, on the contrary, the simple touch made you smile.

“Sure, the restaurant is new isn’t it?” You answered as you adjusted your dress. Thanks to the proximity, you could smell the masculine scent of his body wash that never failed to delight your nostrils.

“It was a real pain in the ass to get a reservation, it better be worth it. If it isn’t, I’ll kill Suguru for recommending it to us.” Satoru said, putting moisturizer on his face. If he didn’t look so attractive right now and your body wasn’t reacting to it, you’d already be rushing him to get dressed up fast to make it to the said reservation on time.

“Don’t worry, I looked up reviews on the internet, it seems to be fine.” You said, moving one of your hands to his lower back to caress his skin while you looked at him with greedy eyes. “You look good.” You added before giving him a kiss on the shoulder, leaving a red mark thanks to your lipstick.

“I’m just in a towel, baby.” He giggled, stretching out his arm to grab his toothbrush and put toothpaste on it.

“I know, that’s why.” Honestly, you couldn’t contain your desire to touch him anymore, so you brought your hand to caress his abs, dangerously close to the edge of the towel, smiling victoriously when you heard him let out a gasp while brushing his teeth.

“Yeah?” Satoru mumbled still with the toothbrush in his mouth before spitting and cleaning his mouth. “Someone’s a little clingy today.”

You knew your boyfriend like the back of your hand, you knew he already understood what your intentions were and was just playing dumb.

“You don’t like it?” You asked with a faux-innocent tone as you moved your feet until you were behind him, his muscular back in all its glory in front of you. Without waiting any longer, you inhaled the masculine scent of his body before slowly running your tongue over his skin and then lightly sucking on it.

Gojo was quick to react to that, his breathing became heavier and shivers ran through his body; you knew how sensitive he was on his back and you were using that fact to your advantage.

“I do but—” He couldn’t finish his sentence because a moan escaped his lips when your fingers went up from his abs to his pecs to caress his nipples. “The reservation.”

“You want me to stop?” Just to tease him, you were about to withdraw your hands, but Satoru held them in place by placing his hands over them.

“We have time.” He whispered and a mischievous smile appeared on your face.

Happily, you lowered your hand to the bulge that had formed under the towel that still covered him.

Attacking his back again with your lips, you moved your hand down to his crotch to gently caress his bulge, which began to get harder under your palm as you heard Satoru let out little grunts and felt him push his hips forward in an attempt to feel more contact.

You had to see that, you had to see his facial expressions, but it was obvious that his large figure in front of you wasn’t going to let you do that, so you gave up spreading wet kisses on his back (now covered with lipstick stains) to poke your head out and make eye contact with him in the mirror.

A moan almost left your own lips at that sight.

Satoru, with his hands against the sink making some veins stand out, wet white hair falling in his handsome face, his lips slightly parted and his electric blue eyes looking at you with nothing but desire.

“Fuck, you little minx.” He tried to turn around, but you quickly put your other hand against his hip to stop him. Gojo was obviously much stronger than you, you knew your grip wasn’t strong enough to stop him, but he still gave in to your actions, letting you do with him as you pleased.

“Let me make you feel good.”

The only thing that covered his lower half was now on the ground being kicked aside by Gojo while you admired his naked figure in front of you. It didn’t take you long to wrap your hand around his cock and make slow circles on his leaking tip, eliciting a sweet groan from him.

“Spit on it.” You asked since the pre-cum was unfortunately not enough to move your hand easily.

“I just showered.” He joked, but he still gathered saliva in his mouth and took your wrist to spit it into your hand, which after a few seconds returned to caress his shaft, being now easier to slide your palm up and down. “Fuck, just like that.”

Satoru closed his eyes, enjoying you giving him one of those stellar handjobs he loved so much. Which you didn’t like, so you quickly spoke up, “Eyes in the mirror, or I’ll stop.”

It was rare when you got bossy during intimacy, but when you did, you certainly drove Satoru crazy because he immediately let out a grunt and you felt his dick twitch.

“Look at you, babe.” You cooed when Gojo opened his eyes and immediately made eye contact with you. “Look how pretty you look right now.” You added in a whisper.

“Fuck. You’re really something else.” His grip on the sink intensified, looking at you with a smirk. “Faster, baby.”

Obligingly, you increased the speed of your movements to bring him closer to the edge. “Like that?”

“Yeah, god, I love you so much.” His voice came out raspy as he swept back his hair with one hand. “I’m gonna cum.”

The fact that he kept staring at the scene in the mirror, his gaze traveling from your eyes to your hand jerking him off, wanting to get a glimpse of it all, how he’d slightly open his mouth to let out a sigh and then close it again in a moan, all that made you clench your thighs in arousal.

The scene looked so hot, he looked so hot, all you wanted was to make him cum.

“Cumming that fast?” You asked teasingly, bringing your hand up to circle his tip with your thumb, spreading more of the precum that was leaking out, before sliding back down his length.

“Yes.” He wasn’t even ashamed of it, which motivated you to put a little more pressure on his cock, just the way he likes it.

“Cum for me, baby.”

That was all it took to make him explode, a high moan with your name was the last thing his lips left before he came, spilling his cum all over the sink. He’d surely make you clean up all this mess, later.

Satoru quickly turned around and reached for your lips, kissing you passionately while you kept stimulating his shaft to make sure he cum completely, his action caused drops of his semen to fall on your dress, but to say you cared about that would be a lie.

“Shit.” Gojo murmured against your lips, his hands going to fondle your tits aggressively.

You playfully pulled him away from you by placing your hands on his chest, “Satoru, didn’t you want to get to the reservation on time?” You teased, even though you knew that by now that was almost impossible.

A gasp left your lips when your world was turned upside down, literally, since Satoru lifted you up to carry you over his shoulder. His response came after he slapped your ass hard as he made his way to the bedroom.

“Fuck the reservation.”

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harrysmimi · 9 months

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After Show

Synopsis: Harry and YN finds some alone time after one of his shows to catch up

CW: Smut

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One thing YN was so grateful for were the opportunities she gets to travel now more freely.

It gave her a weird ich, even to think about going to a different country alone. Especially when her family doesn't really seem to care about her existence. She feared for her safety because apparently we still live in a world where no one, especially women can't walk alone.

So, when Harry offers to accompany her, she'd now learnt to taked up the offer. Of course only if she can afford the trip, as she doesn't like to rely on him for anything. She's also gotten more confident traveling alone. She'd learnt to get out of her comfort zone and actually talk to people other than just asking for their coffee orders and serve them.

That also gave her a sense of acceptance about herself as she found people who went through, or are going through similar life situations as hers. Yeah, she loves her friends, Alec and Brielle, she would never trade them for anyone else. But it's nice to make mew acquaintances.

Today, she was going to see Harry after a long time. She had unfortunately missed his birthday this year as her family was nice enough to drag her along with them to their relatives' wedding. It was two week affair. And she hadn't seen him since the after new year's.

She saw him at his concert venue directly, with her luggage bag in hand. He had just gotten off doing the soundcheck. He was surprised because he was supposed to meet her back at his (their!) hotel room, her flight was supposed to be delayed which didn't happened and she got to see him early. Least to say he attacked with a bear hug, as she ran towards him and with her limbs wrapped around him.

"I missed you so much!" She mumbled, her face resting in the gap between his neck and her arm.

"I missed you so much too baby!" He scoffed happily, holding onto her tightly so she doesn't fall straight on her butt. She wouldn't let go. Honestly, he doesn't want her to either. "You good?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, and jumped back on her own two feet. Her arms slipped to wrap around his torso as she looked up at him. "Better now. With you."

"Oh my god, you need to stop flirting with me. I'm engaged for god's sake!" He rolled his eyes jokingly.

"I miss you too much when you're gone!" She snuggle her face into fabric of his hoodie. Harry sighed, slipping his fingers through her hair he massaged her scalp gently.

"I miss you too baby." He whispered, "just a month and we'll be getting and off to our honeymoon, then I'm all yours! For now let's go to my green room." He dragged her and her luggage along with him back stage to his green room. "want a cuppa baby?"

"Sure!" She nodded and looked around his room. The sofa was different but the pillows were same, his humidifier, clothes box, his own suit case with regular clothes. It was felt like him and it felt like home to her. "It's cold here, isn't it?"

"Yeah, a little. The AC's on." He said, "don't feel it while I'm performing though."

"Thank you!" She took the cup of tea he gave her and sat next to her.

"How was your flight?" He asked, his hand rested on her thigh as he scooted closer to her.

"It was fine." YN nodded. "I have to tell you something though!" She placed the hot cup of tea to the side.

"What is it, baby?"

"You remember we talked about trying for a baby, right?" She started off, "well, ummm... I talked to my gynaecologist and my physician, I can get off birth control and we can see from there. They have to change up few of my medications like the painkillers I take for my arthritis and start with prenatal vitamins."

"You sure that's fine with you, baby?" He asked, "changing up the medications and all? I know they'll have to cut off a few things which help you, I don't want you in pain all throughout that time. Being pregnant is hard as it is."

"I don't know." She shrugged, "I have never been pregnant before. But we can see."

"Only if you're so sure about it." He sighed not knowing what to say further, "or we have other options we can opt for always."

"Okay..."

"Don't be upset, love!" He sighed, "I said we have other options only if it doesn't work put of us, okay? I just want to make sure you're fine."

"I am." She assured him.

"Okay." He smiled and placed a tender kiss on her cheek, holding her close to him, "would you like to practice baby making after the show then?"

"I would love to!" She chuckled, giving him a kiss on his mouth. Harry pulled her in before she could try to retrieve, buttoning his mouth back on hers. His hand wandered down to her hips back up inside her shirt rather quickly. "Harry, not here please." She managed to speak up, "anyone can walk in on us."

"Yeah, I'm sorry." He sighed, "just missed you so much!"

"I missed you too." She cooed.

They both cuddled for next two hours till he had to get ready for the show, having a nice baby talk. YN fell asleep there.

"Hey baby, do you wanna wake up?" He gave her arm a soft squeeze.

"Hmm?" YN wome up confused.

"Do you want to wake up? I'm about to go on stage in a bit." He shared.

"How long did I sleep for?" She sighed feeling groggy from being woken up from deep sleep.

"A couple of hours."

"Oh, I'm sorry." She sat up, "and yes I'm up now. Want to see you perform."

"Yeah?" He smiled, "well, I have twenty minutes if you want to change to freshen up or something?"

"Yeah, I need to pee. Where is the toilet?"

"The left door." Be pointed behind him. "Wait!" He pulled her back to steal a quick kiss. "Chop-chop baby love." He smack her bum but recieved one right after. "Ouch!"

"Yeah, ouch!" She yawned walking to the bathroom.

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"Last kiss and I'll be out!" Harry promised as he stole another kiss from his missus.

"Harry, stop hogging your missus you need to be on the stage, now!" Tom yelled at him.

"Yes!" Harry yelled back. "Stay safe, okay?"

"I will." She nodded, "go break a bone!"

He felt another smack on his butt. "You're gonna pay for it." He challenged her before he was ready to run out.

"Sure." She rolled her eyes and made her way to the little VIP area by the stage where a few of Harry's industry friends were going to be.

YN's not had a good time with Harry's industry friends except the rest of 1D boys and his immediate work friends like, Jeffery and his wife, Tom, Tyler and the Love Band, well in short his immediate circle of friends. She still had a good amount of amazing people to hang out with whilst her soon-to-be husband worked.

Harry came up on the stage, YN was stood at the side back stage where she can watch him perform. He's like a toddler running around the stage, stumbling and even falling sometimes. Throughout he kept looking at her and smiling.

He's indeed very happy today, especially now his soon-to-be wife is by his side.

He was so happy that he still had the adrenaline pumping through his body when they got back to their room hotel.

"Ow!" YN gasped when he pinned her to the wall, one shoe off as she was stopped by him. He smeared his lips over hers, gathering her hands behind her back. She knew exactly where this was going to go and she didn't mind at all.

It reminded her of their first time. Similar situation, he had just gotten home from a heavy workout session all sweaty. Leading her to his bedroom upstairs, leaving her on the bed for a moment before he went and washed his hands. He debunked that thing for her which she always watched in the movies. And he gave her a head. That's all they did that night. And oh boy did she enjoyed every milliseconds of it, and still remember. YN shocked herself with how comfortable she is with him now versus she was the first time around.

He took off his jacket and threw it on the floor as he picked her up with his hands on her bum. He made his way to the bed, placed her carefully on the mattress as he managed to fit between her thighs. He broke the kiss to give her a breather.

"I missed you so much!" He mumbled leaving a chaste of sloppy wet kissed down her jawline to her neck. A moan slipped through her mouth when she felt his hand on her breast. He lifted his head up to press another kiss on her mouth. "Is it alright if go down on you?"

"Wait..." She stopped him, "haven't shaved down there."

He looked at her in disbelief, "does it look like I care, baby!" It wasn't a question though, "still okay?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, feeling a shiver run down her spine. She missed him as well, in every way. But this not their usual thing after being away for months. They usually get a take out, watch TV or just catch up because Harry always tired and jet lagged. Even though he's a horny animal, she's suggest against his needs and make him rest first.

Her man doesn't like to rest.

With one last kiss on her mouth he got to unbuttoning her jeans and taking them off with her knickers. She layed there vulnerable, visibility wet and dripping. Before she could get another moment to get awkward his mouth was on her clit. As much as he loves to make her come with just his mouth, she loves that too.

Feeling his warm tongue move against her already sensitive and swollen bud of nerves, how his fingers occasionally slip inside of her wet hole. Making her squirm under him. Just to replace his digits with his tongue. He's a skill full man.

"Oh, I'm so close!" She muttered with her voice now becoming more breathy and heavy. It's been what feel like an eternity but mostly because they've been away for so long from one another. The feel of his warmth tongue and his digits now pumping inside of her was pushing her just closer to the edge of her orgasm.

"You gonna come for me, baby?" He asked before he gave her clit another hard suck all the while pumping his fingers in ger pussy, "come for me, yeah?" It wasn't long until she was reaching her orgasm. "Was that good?"

"Amazing!" She chuckled, his weight on top of her as he kissed her cheek moving to her neck. "It tickles."

"I love you."

"And I love you more."

"Not a chance!" He scoffed jokingly, "I love you more. And I am sweaty."

"I don't care, I've missed you!" With her arms around his neck it was enough of a que for him to kiss her again.

"Wanna hop in the shower with me then, baby?" He suggested, finally giving her a moment to breathe.

"Mhmm." She nodded. He briefly crouched to take her off her shoe which he barely gave her a moment to take off herself. Slipped off his shoes as he guided her to the bathroom.

"Is that my hoodie?" He realised-- rather late-- she was wearing his black hoodie with 'DAMN.' written on it as he washed up his hands.

"Our hoodie you mean? Yes." She admitted.

"Cheeky!" Harry chuckled, "c'mere." He placed his hands on her hips he propped her up on the wash besin counter. "Want this off?"

"Yes please." She nodded. Despite him being careful, the fabric got caught in her necklace. "Whoops!"

"It's alright." He fixed it quickly as she sat there giggling. It was like the very first time, how her shirt caught up on her earring and she apologised for laughing at that silly thing. "Remember how flustered you were the first time?" He pressed a kiss on her cheek and chin with his arms wrapped around her naked torso.

"Still embarrassed about tha--" her body shuddered feeling his fingertips run feathery strokes on her spine, wetness in between her legs growing once again.

"Still find it to be the most adorable thing." He moved down to her to her neck, leaving a trail of feathery kisses on her warm skin, finally he looked up to place firm kiss on her mouth, "it makes everything feel so much more better. Remember how I got a cramp in my leg the other day?"

"Yeah, you were screaming in a high pitched voice." She giggled.

"Well, I'm not embarrassed about that because it was my fault I didn't drink enough water that day." He explained, "we can have a little laugh you know." With that be picked her up and walked in the shower to place her back on her feet carefully. He took a moment to shed his pants and boxers, the evident kind of hard on of his was now on a full show.

"Harry it's too cold!" She gasped feeling the water fall over her body.

"If I up the temperature, we're going to be boiled by the end." He pointed out.

"It's not that hot!" She argued, and turned rhe heat up just a tiny bit. "Please?"

"It's summer!" He groaned in defeat. She still kept on her cheeky puppy face to convince him as be buttoned her mouth on his standing on her tippy toes. "You're lucky I love you."

"The luckiest one." Her hand slowly crept downwards over his chest and pecks.

"Cheeky!" He kissed her her again. He still enough of her, he hopes it stays that way. Just as he was about to say something, he felt her warm hand wrapped his hardene penis. "Fuck, fuck!"

"Can we go now?" He asked, "just missed you so much!"

"Yes!" She nodded, as she did his hand was behind her knee lifting her leg up at the same time pushing her against the shower wall. Slowly slipping in through her folds. Just heavy breathing to be heard, especially from Harry. Low grunk and cussing in his voice which only grew deeper.

Air in her lungs gor sucked out when he started moving. His hard and deep thrusts making a new rhythm, making her wrap her arms around him for support.

"God I missed you so much!" His forehead rested on her, "so warm for me." It wasn't enough, he slip out, turned her around to slip right back in her. He picked up his pace, making her orgasm right again.

Least to say, they spent about half an hour there.

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"Can we order Pizza?" YN asked, as she tied her bathrobe tie around her waist. Harry had already placed her back on the counter.

"Of course baby, which one do you want?" He was already walking out to grab the hotel phone.

"A small cheese one, thank you." He ordered for the pizza and went back to her, "wanna help you with that." He stopped her as she was about do the last few steps of her skin care. Well, it was just four steps, step was done in the shower. Last two were serum and moisturising.

Harry loves to pamper her.

"Here lemme do that too!" She pulled her Fiancé back towards her caging him in between her legs.

YN placed a few dots on the moisturiser on his cheeks, his forehead, his chin and lastly on his nose for comedic purposes. She proceeded to work the product in his skin, his prominent stubble was poked the skin of her palms. He looked like a little kitten being petted, as she ran her thumbs on the apples of his cheeks.

"Done!" She announced.

"Do you want to be little spoon?" He asked as he picked her up again with one on her back and other behind her knees.

"You know I'm never going to say no to that." She booped his nose, "and you got to let me walk, bestie."

"Just fucked the shit out of you and you're calling me bestie?" He cocked his eye brow up carefully placing her back on her feet just for her to cling back onto him. She tried her best to stand on her wobbly legs, but she was scooped right off her feet and carried to their shared bed.

"I loved it though."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!" She nodded. But they were interrupted by the room service.

"The pizza is here, your majesty!" He presented her the pizza in a grant way along with a bottle of water, though he took a sip of it first. "Asked them put extra cheese on it for you my love."

"Thank you!" She grinned.

Harry lied next to her on his spot over his tummy, dressed in his purple bathrobe. "So, about the baby?"

"Hmm?"

"Are we good now, or do we have to wait till to start trying?"

"Still need to get off birth control." She shared.

"Wait, doesn't that help you with your period?" He realised.

"Kind of, but I think I can go without those now, it's complicated. So these other medications for my arthritis made my period have rave parties every month, it should be good as I'd have to stop taking those meds and switch to something else." She explained, offering him a bite of her pizza which he accepted. "Do you want to go with me to the next appointment? It's after the tour is finished."

"Of course I'd love to go with you darling." He agreed, "and about the wedding. Did you find a dress yet?"

"No..." She pouted, "my grandma doesn't want me to get a white dress."

"Why so, isn't that the traditional colour?"

"Not in India." She smiled sheepishly, "well, everyone does whatever they want now-a-days but my grandma's a little old fashioned. And white is worn at funerals generally."

"Oh, it's so different everywhere then!" He never thought about it until now, "what colour do you want to get then?"

"I want a white, but ahe wants me to get a red one. She said 'You're not having your funeral, you're getting married', it pissed me off. Not like she's paying a single penny. Just not going to take her or my mum to the next appointment at this boutique Brielle found." She shared mocking her grandma's way of talking, giving him yet another bite of her pizza and he was eating it. "Like she's ever going to be invited to either of those."

"Hey, don't say that!" He gasped.

"Right, she won't live that long anyway."

"Oh god, you're a meanie." He gasped again, "big, big, big meanie!"

"Yeah? And that old wrinkly lady isn't?" She chuckled, "she was trying to find me a guy at my sister's. I was fourteen years old!"

"Touché."

"Yeah, and she did. A thirty-two year old man." She added. "Luckily my parents got minds of their own and stood up for me."

"What the fuck!"

"Yeah." She nodded. "He was rich actually, he owned a big finance and insurance company in Saudi."

"So he is rich, rich?" He was stunned.

"Yup, a turn of about eighty-five mil to one billion." She shared, "he died though, Cardiac arrest, five years ago."

"A big loss." He scrunched up his nose.

"Meh, I don't care." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, and now you've a Fiancé who's a decent, indie singer." He nodded, "worth it."

"You are anything but Indie, darling." She laughed. "My wait was worth though, now I can be a trophy wife I want to." She leaned back over the fluffy pillow.

"Oh definitely wouldn't mind that." He agreed and scooted closer to sit next to her taking a yet another bite of the slice in her hand, maintaining a eye contact.

"What in the Italian Christian Grey!" She almost choked on the dough in the mouth.

"What's gotten into you today?" Harry laughed, he fetched water just in case. "Being so funny, did you get accidentally drunk?"

"That was sexy not gonna lie." She shared ignoring his remarks.

"Well," he blushed.

"Awh, look at you blushing, my shy baby!" She cooed leaning forward to kiss his cheek. Just just make him giggle again as he chewed on the fold.

Alas he pulled himself together and draped his arm around her shoulder to bring her closer to him. She was just too busy dipping the crust in the complimentary cheese dip.

"Where do you fancy going to for our honeymoon?" He asked. To be honest they planned anything of their honeymoon. Harry wants it to be special and somewhere she haven't been to before, which is a lot of places. He's just lucky he gets paid to travel and perform in diffe parts of the world.

"I don't quite know yet," she spoke with her mouth full of food, "is there anywhere you want to go?"

"I want to know where you want to go, baby." He pushed the baby hairs off her face, "just want to listen to you with this."

"Finally!" She gasped dramatically. Harry has taken almost everything about the wedding planning on himself. "Finally you admitted it!"

"Hey!"

"No, you've taken over everything. I don't know how you switched the plan of The Savoy hotel to your house in Italy!" She sighed dramatically. "The Gucci room isn't available on our wedding, is it?"

"It is, but figured it would be more private if we got married on our own property, baby." He explained, "everything we have, we share now."

"Okay." She nodded, "I don't know how long I'd be able to take on the break for. I guess we can go somewhere near England?"

"Doesn't matter baby, just tell me two of your dream vacation countries or cities and I'll take you there." He said, "and the owner of your cafe is my school friend, I can talk to him for you."

"What?" She almost chocked on cheese and dough, "he's your friend and you never told me that?"

"Well, I never got the chance to.' he shrugged sheepishly, "but I can still talk to him."

"I don't know, I love my job." She pouted. "I don't want him to fire me."

"He won't baby." Harry assured her, "now come on give me two names."

"We can either go to Puerto Rico or Greece?"

"Those are amazing options!" He never thought of those places, "and I've never been to countries. How about we go to both? We can spend a month in Puerto Rico and a month in Greece."

"That's a lot."

"No it's not." He countered, "I've been touring for two and half years, I deserve a long, long honeymoon and vacation with my wife by my side."

"What about our new house? We haven't even started looking for one." She reminded him.

Look, YN can either afford to pay at least some amount for the house or spend it all on their honeymoon plans. No way in heavens Harry's gonna make the trip cheap. He'll find his way to make it extravagant. She'd feel too bad if he's the only one paying for everything.

"We'll start looking for one as soon as we get back." He assured her, "and we have a lot more work to do, we have a baby to make!"

"Yes we do." She blushed. "But seriously, Harry, I don't think I can afford a trip that long."

"Baby!" He cooed, "it's a wedding present from me to you. And you're refusing for me to get you an actual present. So this is perfect."

"I'd feel too bad." She pouted, "you won't let me get you anything either."

"I'm sure you're not going to sit still until you get me anything, baby, so I'd say it's fair enough." He pointed out, "come on, please? Let me take you somewhere you've always wanted to go!"

"Okay, let's go to Greece but just for two weeks."

"Four?" He negotiated.

"Okay!" She sighed in defeat, there is no point in negotiating with his there. He's going to just tease her further. They sealed their deal with a kiss. "Oh god, why is this so stressful? We have to register for our marriage certificate."

"We'll have my lawyer do that for us, baby, don't worry about it." He assured her.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Anything."

"I, uhhhh, want to take your last name." She shared hesitantly.

"You want to?" He looked rather shocked.

"Mhmm." She nodded, "you don't mind that right, you seem shocked?"

"Of course I don't baby. I just did not expect that, yes. But I'm happy either way." He shrugged. "You really want to do that?"

"Mhmm." She nodded snuggling closer to him.

They talked more about their wedding planning, and preparations until one of them was fast asleep. Well, it was YN fell asleep first.

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the-froschamethyst4 · 5 months

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Baby talk

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Price x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, daddy Price, married couple, children, language,

𖤐Summary: Y/n was on a girls trip with her friends and Price was told by his wife that when he's not around his daughter Iris talks, so he tries when Y/n is away.

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"Okay, you got everything?" Price asked his wife.

"Yes, I have everything, do you have everything under control?"

"Yes, my love, I have everything under control, now go have fun," Price hurried his wife out of the house as she went to her best friends car. "Bye-Bye, see ya' Saturday night," Price kisses her lips and pats her butt as she walked off the porch.

"MAKE SURE MY WIFE COMES BACK IN ONE PIECE PLEASE!!"

"WE'LL TRY!!"

Price walked back into his house and saw his 12 month old daughter Iris, sitting on the ground hitting her knees and kicking her feet as there was a cardboard book sitting at her feet.

"Baby girl," he coos getting her to look up at him, she smiles and kicks her feet again. "Come on, baby," he claps his hands and grabbed the book from her feet and laid next to her.

"Okay, baby, I was told by mama, that you are talking...I bet I can get you to say dada before mama gets home...I should not say m a m a in front of you first off," he says. Iris laughs and kicks her feet. He smiles at her and gently pinches at her plump tummy.

"Huh? Dada...dada...da...da..." he says, by Iris laughs and crawls on her hands and knees to grab her stuff lion that sat a few feet in front of her. "Iris, baby girl, say dada for me please. M a m a, says you can talk, you've talked before, say dada." Price begs her but she doesn't listen.

Price let's out a groan and fell on his back arms out wide and he looked up at the ceiling. Price mumbled to himself as Iris waddled to Price, she squats next to him and then gets on his chest.

He gives out a soft huff as she plopped on his chest. She laughs at him.

"Are you laughing at my pain?" He asked, looking up at her, she just giggles. "You are such a giggly girl," he says.

Price picked up his daughter, she laughed and kissed Price's cheek. "Aww~, thank you, baby girl," he says, kissing her forehead.

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Iris sat on the couch next to Price, he was watching his football match (soccer for the Americans). Price looked down at Iris and picked her up on the cushions and made her look at him, she was giggling kicking her feet and bring her fists to her mouth.

"Ah! Don't do that, you're too old to do that," he says, giggling at her and pulling her hands from her mouth.

"Ah!" She coos.

"...Dada?" He says.

"Ah!" She coos again.

"Okay..." he sounded like he was going to give up but wanted to keep trying. "Can you say football?"

"Ah!"

"Come on, I know you can talk, baby girl."

"Ah!" She points at the Christmas decorations and pointed to an ornaments on the Christmas tree. He gets up and holds Iris to his chest.

"Which one, baby?" He asks, she points to one that had all the classic Disney dogs like Tramp, Lady, Pluto, Pongo, Max, Copper and Bolt. In the middle was a picture of Iris when she was first born.

"What's his name?" He points the classic dalmatian.

"B-Bongo," she says. It shocked Price hearing her speak.

"P, baby. Pongo."

"Bongo."

"Close enough," he chuckles rubbing his noses on hers. "Who's this one?" Price points to the white dog.

"Bolt!" The one she could pronounce.

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Price had called Y/n and she thought something was wrong but luckily Price was able to reasure her.

"No, my love, everything is fine, she finally talked!" He says, excitedly.

"Oh, Price, that's good news," she says, he can feel her smile through the phone.

"Her first word is bongo."

"Bongo?"

"Not so long story, we were looking at that ornament with the dogs on it."

"Oh the Disney dogs?"

"Yep," he says popping the 'P'.

"Well, not really, Price. Her first word was mama."

"WHAT!?"

"I told you that, remember?"

"I honestly think I was half asleep when you told me that." She giggles at him. "Man, I wanted her to say dada first."

"You're a little late in the game there, daddy."

"Don't tease me like that."

"Like what? Daddy."

"Y/n."

"Price~" Price was trying to hold back some words of his own but he was interrupted by Iris whining from the couch on where Price might have gone.

"I'm being called, I'll talk to you later?"

"Maybe~" she teases. He shakes his head.

"Bye, my love." He says, hanging up. He places his phone down on the marble counter and goes back to his daughter picking her up and kissing her forehead and cheek to tell her he was back and everything was just fine.

"It's okay, baby," he says as her whines slowly disappeared.

"Mama," she whines.

"I know, baby, mama's away right now, she'll be back soon, I promise," he says.

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"UNCLE SOAP IS IN THE HOUSE!" Soap calls out kicking the front door open and holding bags in his hands.

"Don't kick his door, you fucking idiot," Ghost hits Soap upside his head.

"Ow."

"Hey, fellas," Price said, picking Iris up. Iris immediately makes grabby hands towards Ghost. His mask fascinates Iris. He takes her from Price's grasp, she's immediately trying to take his mask off. But he does it for her exposing his face that was slightly covered in scars and a busted up bottom lip.

"What happened to your lip, Simon?" Price asked, taking the bags from Soap.

"He got into a bar, fight." Soap says.

"I didn't know she has a boyfriend."

"Ohh~ Simon," Price says.

"She flirted with me first," Simons says.

"Can we start cooking? I wanna watch the game," Soap asks.

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The guys had made burritos for the night, their own style and Iris was eating some food Price had made for her some mash potatoes, mashes peas and some diced carrots.

She sat between Price and Simon eating her food, she was pushed against the back cushions, her plate on her lap and sat ate the peas and carrots, Price leaned back to look at her as Simon leaned on his knees and turned to look at her as well.

She just eats her carrots with her plastic pink fork and looked up at her father and gave him a big smile. Simons' heart fluttered seeing her smile.

"See what I mean, Simon?"

"It's the baby fever," Simon says, leaning back against the couch cushions and looking down at Iris.

"COME ON!" Soap yells making the other two men see what they are missing and yelled with Soap, Iris didn't know what was happening and wanted to yell as well.

So, as the grown men yelled, you can barely hear a high pitched scream over the loud men. Once the goal was made the guys cheered some more and Price looks down at his daughter smiling at her.

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Saturday

"Mama's coming home," Price says to his daughter.

"Mama?" She says.

"Yep, mama," he says, kissing her puffy cheeks.

As Price and Iris stood by the kitchen window they saw Y/n's best friends' car pull up into the driveway. Price opened the front door as Y/n was getting out of the car.

"My baby!" She calls out. Iris giggled and kicked her feet as Y/n took her from her father's arms, she kissed her daughter's forehead and kissed Price's lips.

Price got her bags from the car and waved 'goodbye' to her best friend and they went back inside the house. Y/n kissed her daughters cheeks again and rubbed her nose on her cheeks as well.

"You smell like lavender baby," Y/n says.

"I just gave her bath," Price says, coming up behind Y/n and holding her waist as Iris placed her head on Y/n's shoulder and played with her necklace that Price gave her on their honeymoon.

"I'm missed you two," she says, cupping her husbands face with her right hand and kissing his lips and looking down at her daughter in her arms.

"Dada!" Iris says, looking up at her father.

"HUH! YES, ME DADA!!" Price takes his daughter and peppered kisses all over her face.

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wolfjackle-creates · 7 months

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Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 16

Happy WIP Wednesday everyone! Sorry I missed last week, but I think I should be good to get back on track going forward. Finished making most of the baby things I want to make for my soon-to-be nephew, so I'll be able to spend more time writing than crocheting again.

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

First, Previous

Word Count: 1.4k

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An hour later, all eight of them were ensconced in the theater in Sam’s basement with a few pizzas and salads spread around them. Wulf again refused any and the rest dug in.

“All right, Tuck, we need to figure out what Walker’s up to. Can you ask Wulf?”

Tim watched as Tucker asked and Wulf responded. Then Tucker burst out laughing and slapped his knee.

Tim’s eyes narrowed. He wouldn’t.

Sam scoffed. “You have no idea what he said, do you?”

“Not a clue,” Tucker admitted.

Tim groaned.

Bart cocked his head. “Give me five minutes, I’ll be right back!”

Before Danny could even finish asking, “Where are you going?” Bart was gone.

Conner grabbed another slice of pizza and said, “He’s off to learn Esperanto. Hang tight and he’ll be right back.”

“How can he learn a language so fast?” asked Sam.

Tim swallowed. “He’s a speedster. His normal is faster than our brains can comprehend. He slows himself down so he can interact with us mere mortals. He’ll be back.”

Sure enough, in less than ten minutes, Bart was back among them. He repeated Tucker’s question. This time, when Wulf responded, the ghost was understood.

“So, Walker is pissed at Danny,” translated Bart. “And he totally wants to ruin your entire life and drag you back to his prison in the ghost zone. Apparently he and his guards are overshadowing a bunch of the people you’re close to in the town to trap you in their web of lies.”

Danny groaned and buried his face in his hands. “How do I fight against that? I can’t just soup them all! I don’t even know who all is overshadowed!”

Cassie butt in then. “We know some of them. Dash and your classmates are definitely overshadowed.”

“Your reputation improved thanks to the other night,” commented Conner. “That might help mitigate Walker’s plans.”

“Doubt it,” said Danny. “Most people think I’m a menace. One night of good publicity won’t turn them around. Especially not with my parents there to dirty my name.”

“Let’s prepare a press release,” suggested Tim. “I bet the Young Justice team could get themselves on the local news. And if we speak up for you, it might help.”

Danny exchanged looks with his two friends. Tucker shrugged, “Couldn’t hurt, dude.”

“Fine,” bit out Danny. “What else?”

Conner looked at Wulf curiously. “Bart, does Wulf know how we can get his collar off?”

“Oooh, good question.” Bart asked, but Wulf shook his head as he answered.

“Will he let me look at it?” asked Tucker.

“I might be able to help, too,” added Tim as he stepped closer and reached out to touch.

Before he could actually touch the collar, though, Wulf snarled at him and jumped back several feet. Tim held up his hands in apology and took a step back himself. “Sorry!”

Bart grinned at him. “He said don’t touch it.”

Tim grimaced and nodded. “Think I got that.”

Tucker was already typing away on one of his devices. “I’m gonna try something. Might help.”

And that’s when Wulf screamed out in pain and fell to the floor clawing at the collar.

“Shit!” shouted Tucker as he rushed forward. He managed to plug his device into a port on the collar. Electricity arced back along the connection, causing Tucker to yelp in pain and drop his PDA.

But a moment later, there was a beep and the collar fell to pieces.

Wulf looked down in shock, then up at all of them. “Mi libras?”

“You’re free, dude,” said Tucker.

Bart added something in Esperanto.

Wulf grinned at them, sharp teeth shining in the light. “Mi libras!” Then he turned and disappeared as he jumped through the wall.

Conner groaned and collapsed backwards. “Jerk couldn’t even stick around long enough to help us after everything we did for him.”

Tim sighed and sat down as well. “Well, we’ll figure it out ourselves. Just like we always do. So, operation Fix Danny’s Reputation. We’ll start with talking to the press. What else?”

“Can we write up op-eds describing what really happened in some of his ghost fights?” asked Cassie. “Set the record straight?”

“What if we make you easier to reach?” added Tim. “Get a number the police or the mayor can reach you at so you can show them you’re willing to work with them instead of just on your own?”

“Do you think that’ll work?” asked Danny.

Tim shrugged. “Worked for Batman. Don’t see why it wouldn’t help you.”

Danny sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

“Great,” said Tim. “I’ll send out some emails asking for interviews. And then we can start working on the op-eds. How about we split into three groups, Danny and me in one, the rest of you can split up how we like. Then we can go over the major ghost fights that have happened and write tell-all articles that don’t run the risk of spoiling Danny’s identity.”

Conner shrugged. “Sam, wanna work with me?”

Sam grinned. “You betcha.”

Bart disappeared and reappeared next to Tucker. “Tucker and I will work together, too!”

Cassie moved until she was next to Conner. “I call working with Sam and Kon.”

“Great. Now, Tuck, do you happen to know the best contact info for local reporters?” Tim pulled out his laptop and powered it on as he spoke.

“Give me five minutes and I’ll get it for you.”

Fifteen minutes later, Tim had sent out a dozen emails asking for interviews. As he and Tucker were working, Danny and Sam had gone through which ghost fights would be the best to write about and divided up the attacks between the three groups.

Once he was ready to start on the articles, Tim sat down next to Danny. “So, what are we starting with?”

Danny grinned. “We’re going to go over my first fight. The one with Lunch Lady. She wasn’t bad, but caused a lot of clean up for the school and wasted a lot of resources. Most people still don’t even know that was a ghost attack.”

“Great, let’s get started.”

Tim had heard about most of Danny’s fights before, but being next to him in person definitely made a difference. They were sitting with their arms pressed against each other so they could both see the computer screen and add or delete bits as they went. It was nice.

They’d been working for a few hours when Sam’s parents came down.

“Children!” called her mom.

Tim wasn’t the only one to hide a grimace at the term.

Jeremy Manson continued, “The mayor has instituted a curfew for the city due to all the ghosts. No one is allowed out on the streets after nine PM.”

Pamela Manson giggled. “And it’s nine PM now! So looks like you’ll all be staying here. Tim, dear, be sure to tell your father how seriously we took your safety. I don’t want any of you leaving the house until morning.”

Tim turned on his gala smile. “My dad is in a coma, I’m afraid. But I’ll be sure to tell Bruce just how considerate all the people of Amity have been.”

Jeremy let out a forced laugh. “Of course, our mistake. We wish our best to your father, as well. I hope his prognosis is good?”

Tim blinked at him. “He’s been in a coma for months.”

Pamela giggled again. “Of course, we knew that. Right, dear?” She smacked her husband lightly on the arm.

“Sure did!” he agreed. “Well, I hope to hear news of his miraculous recovery. I’m sure he is getting the best of care.”

“Of course he is,” agreed Tim. “I wouldn’t put up with anything less.”

A few more giggles and well wishes, then Pamela and Jeremy made a hasty retreat.

Once they were alone, Conner looked at him with concern. “Tim—”

“I’m fine, Conner.”

Before anyone else could try and say anything, his email beeped. Tim took the excuse and read it over. The most popular morning radio talk show wanted to have the Young Justice on. Tim grinned.

“We’re getting up early, guys. Radio interview at six AM.”

Cassie laughed. “I can do that, can you?”

Tim shrugged. “I just won’t go to sleep. Easier to stay up that late than drag myself out of bed that early.”

Conner shook his head. “You and your family are insane, Rob.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get back to work.”

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thewalkingwillowtree · 10 months

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Safe Haven

Series Part Listing Found Here

Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Seeking refuge, Xilä and her father venture to the lands of the Omatikaya clan, in the hopes that the Toruk Makto would be generous in allowing them to stay. This is her story about not only finding her strength, but finding love.

Image by the amazing @cinetrix

Warning: This story contains smut, violence & abuse (please don't read if these topics will affect you)

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam in particular is 23.

Xilä is my own creation.

Part 6 - More

“Sweetheart you’re going to get us caught if you don’t quit it,” Neteyam hissed, biting the tip of Xi’s ear in rebuke.

“Sor-mmm!” she yelped loudly when he sucked her short lobe into his mouth.

“Xilä,” he warned again.

“I can’t help it, okay? You keep doing things that make me- !” he cut her off and she purred happily when he moved to continue his assault on her lips.

Neteyam swallowed another one of her moans with an eager kiss, fingers tightening their grip on her outer thighs before trailing higher under her skirt to smooth over the flesh there.

Her hips rolled, trying to worm their way closer to his, but he kept a firm hold, preventing her from feeling just how badly she was affecting him.

“Why do you taste so fucking good?” he growled, licking and biting his way down her neck.

“Wait wait wait,” she panted, trying and failing to push him away. “You can’t leave a mark like last time. Kiri wouldn’t let it go if she saw another one and you know I’m a terrible liar.”

“Mmm, fine,” he mumbled against the skin he had sucked into his mouth a few seconds ago. “No promises,” he said, nipping her collar bone, causing her to arch with a hiss.

In the few weeks since their first make out session, Xilä and Neteyam’s friendship had completely blurred the lines from platonic to increasingly sensual.

At first, the day after it happened, Neteyam had put his foot down and said they couldn’t ever do it again……the kissing that was, and she, although disheartened by the news, had agreed.

But Neteyam was weak.

By the end of that very same day, he was wound tight and ready to snap. During their entire lesson he was a ball of frustration and irritability. Being in close contact with Xilä was too much temptation for him to handle apparently.

And before she knew it, he was ripping her practice dagger from her hand, caging her in and bending at the waist to claim her lips.

Pretty much since then, they both made terrible terrible excuses to find some way or the other to kiss or make out. Xilä also had a sneaky suspicion he was using those said kisses to bribe or reward her during her Iknimaya preparedness lessons- which he of course, down right denied.

Neteyam’s favourite thing as of late however, was jumping out at random to drag her into whatever hiding spot he was in.

Like now for example. They were currently in a small storage tent, hidden by a wall of chopped wood used for the cook’s fires.

He sat with his back leaned on said wall while Xi straddled his lap, trying to inch her body closer and closer to his. But Neteyam, being the only somewhat level headed one of the two, always kept their lower halves as distant as possible. He knew he’d be goner the moment she touched him.

When a third breathy moan escaped her he pulled away, face stretched as if in pain. He was aching- badly.

“What’s wrong?” she frowned, smoothing her hands up to grip his thick biceps.

“Nothing,” he said, pecking her lips. “We should probably head back now,” he suggested, getting to his feet easily with her in high his arms. “I have to finish some arrangements for later tonight and you have a healer lesson soon, remember?”

“But I don’t want to get back yet,” she whined, tightening her arms and thighs around his neck and sides when he tried to put her down.

He smirked and gave her butt a playful smack. “And neither do I sweetheart, but I have quickly learned that you clearly have no self control for stopping, which means I unfortunately always have to. We’d never get anything done if it weren’t for me.”

“That’s rude. I have self control!”

He raised an eyebrow, glancing down at their current position- her still tightly clinging to him, while her tail was locked around one of his arms.

“Fine,” she said offended, leaning in to give him a final parting kiss.

She unhooked her legs and slid down his front with a scowl, but her offence was momentarily diminished when she felt something poke her upper stomach.

Xi turned a vibrant shade of purple when she saw the obvious bulge poking her but the look she gave him when she glanced back up had him twitching in his loincloth.

It was fucking sinful.

Stepping back, he clenched his jaw and shook his head profusely at her. “Nuh-uh. Nope. No, Xilä,” he said sternly, pushing her away with a palm to her stomach, trying to create as much distance as possible.

She frowned. “But I haven’t even-”

“Your face is telling me everything I need to know sweetheart. And I’m telling you no. So march your sweet little ass outside right now or I swear to Eywa-”

She lit up. “You think my butt is sweet?”

Neteyam groaned out loud in frustration, wiping his palms down his face. “For fucks sake Xilä, I swear you are literally going to be the death of me! One of these days they're going to find my body sprawled out somewhere and not know how I died.”

She was too good he thought, too innocent and sweet for him sometimes. Although a small dark secret side of him relished in it- most days he felt as if he were corrupting her. Which was why he tried his hardest to keep things as controlled as possible.

Nothing but kissing, he told her- from day one. That was the rule- although it was slowly losing its hold. Everyday she kept pushing him and tempting him. It was only a matter of time before one or the other had enough of holding back.

“Alright alright, sheesh. I’m going.” She shot him a pouty disgruntled look then turned to leave, tail swinging low.

Before she could cross the threshold however, his fingers circled her wrist to tug her back, while his other hand cupped her jaw turning it to face him.

She smiled against his soft apologetic kiss, savouring the taste of him as their tongues fused.

Going onto the balls of her feet, she deepened the kiss, hooking an arm around his neck, not yet ready to let him go.

Reluctantly breaking off, he kissed the tip of her nose then finally released her. “Okay, now you can go,” he said with a playful grin which made her weak.

In the last few weeks of their sneaking around, Neteyam seemed to have awoken something inside of Xilä- a maddening neediness, a constant want, a fire. His kisses were addicting and made her feel as if she would burst into flames.

They always left her wanting more.

Xi had never known she could feel like this. She had despised touch for most of her life. Yet from the start since she arrived at the clan, Neteyam had always been quite tactile with her.

It made her realize just how touch starved she truly was. He taught her how to feel and be cared for- he was the reason she wasn't a flinching, terrified mess anymore.

Sure she still had her moments where she’d revert to that broken girl she once was, but the people surrounding her would quickly bring her back- make her feel safe.

Neteyam especially, just had a way of getting her out of her head.

Xilä hoped she didn’t look as flushed as she felt as she made her way to the healer tents.

She stopped and spoke with a few clan members on the way- some extra chatty elderly folks, a girl from Lo’ak’s not so secret “fangirl club” as Kiri liked to call them and a couple kids from Tuk’s class.

After that she popped in quickly and quietly to check in on a Na’vi and her new born baby who she assisted Mo’at in delivering last week.

The baby boy was the cutest, tiniest creature she had ever seen and Xi felt a pang of longing when she saw the little family all cuddled together.

Realizing that she was running late now, she bid the new parents goodbye with a promise that she would visit again soon and then she was off, darting around the busyness surrounding her.

The clan was all hustle and bustle today. Apparently a war party was returning tonight after a four month long mission to lend aid to the Anurai clan.

Salveen and the other cooks already had an early start that morning- beginning to prepare a grand feast in celebration of the returning warriors.

“Hey Kiri,” she greeted when she walked into the Tsahìk’s tent. Xi sent a smile and wave to Mo’at who was currently tending to a poorly looking female on the other side of the room.

“Hey, oh great. Come help me with this.” Kiri was frowning over a little pot on the fire. “I’m trying to get this sleeping tonic to stabilise but it’s not cooperating, what did you do last time grandmother asked you to make it?”

Xi crouched beside her and sniffed the bubbling concoction, stirring it a few times. “It’s good actually, it only needs a bit more skillyweed,” she said, turning to pilfer through the table of cluttered ingredients to find some.

“Skillyweed! Right,” Kiri said, sounding upset that she hadn’t thought of it first. “Ugh, I cannot wait for tonight to be done and over with,” she muttered when she spotted the bustling commotion through the open tent flap.

“Why?” Xi asked amused, as she began to neatly dice the skillyweed.

“Because, it’s going to be a pain in the ass with all the ceremony brouhaha, which reminds me I can’t sit with you and Spider tonight. Mom and dad are making all us Sullys sit together- a united front and all of that,” she said with an eye roll, scooting forward to mix the brew again.

“It’s only one night though, right? It can’t be that bad.”

“Xilä.”

Turning to the sound of Mo’at’s voice, the Tsahìk jerked her head to the tent’s entrance where a worried looking father held his quiet sobbing toddler.

Xilä got to her feet and ushered the pair to an empty station, immediately asking the man to explain the situation.

“He got into my fishing gear,” the father said panicky, shifting his son into the cradle of his legs when he sat on the bedroll. “I didn’t even notice until I heard him cry out.”

“Oh no,” she murmured. “Well let’s see what’s happened, shall we?” She smiled reassuringly at the teary eyed boy. “Hi there, have you gotten hurt?” she asked gently. “Can I see please?”

Xi managed to coax him from his curled up position to check the small bleeding gash on his palm. She praised him for being brave as she cleaned the wound then treated it with a yalna bark paste before wrapping up his pudgy little hand.

All the while and unbeknown, the Tsahìk and Neytiri who had entered not too long ago, were staring at her interaction with great interest.

“Are you certain of what Eywa has shown you, mother?” Neytiri whispered, her gaze fixed on the young girl as she tickled the toddler’s stomach, gaining a happy squeal in response.

“Yes. I am certain. It is Eywa’s will, ‘Tiri….You do not approve?” the elder asked amused, watching her daughter’s expression carefully.

Neytiri pursed her lips. “I admit…she is not who I envisioned.”

“And did you think your JakeSully was who I envisioned for you, daughter?” the Tsahìk enquired.

Neytiri frowned. “You know it is not the same thing, mother.”

With twinkling eyes Mo’at said, “Is it not? How is it any different? Have you truly seen your son, Neytiri? Have you seen him with her?”

Contemplating, the Olo’eykte nodded because in truth she had seen. It was hard not to notice how her son would light up whenever he spoke about the Li’ona girl.

Neteyam had always worried, her. He was her eldest baby and as such, most of the pressure and responsibility fell on him. He was the future of the clan. She and her husband tried their best to protect him when and where they could, but there had always been high expectations of him- there would always be high expectations.

When Xilä entered their lives however, Neytiri began to notice a change in her son. His shoulders weren’t always as tense, he smiled and joked more. He seemed relaxed and happy overall- something she hadn’t seen in him in a long time.

“Do you approve of her mother?” Neytiri questioned, glancing at the elder.

“If you were to ask me that three months ago, I’d have said no…but now, now I see it. She is strong, that one and the people have accepted her as Omatikaya…. You should be proud of your son ‘Tiri….he has transformed that girl entirely. She is no longer the meek thing he dragged in almost seven moons ago.”

“No. She is not,” Neytiri agreed, her stare once more locked on her now future daughter in law.

Xilä flitted around, tidying and sweeping the confines of the small tent with a little hum as she went.

“I don’t know who’s worse now, you or mother,” D’avi said exasperatedly from her seated position on the floor. “Did I tell you she banned me from helping out with the preparations for tonight’s celebrations? She practically shooed me away! See this is why I hid my pregnancy for as long as possible!”

“You know she means well,” Xi grinned, packing away a set of crumpled clean loincloths. “She will be finally getting grandchildren, she’s terribly excited.”

“Just you wait Xi, she will be the same way with you when it’s your turn and then you will understand my pain.”

Xilä paused at that. “What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I just said. Now come sit with me will you? Tell me anything. I’ve been bored out of my mind lately. My husband insists on keeping me locked up,” she said with an eye roll as she rubbed her protruding stomach with a little wince.

Chuckling, Xilä sat beside the woman who she secretly considered an older sister, reaching out to feel the kicking babies. “Are they giving you terror today?”

“You have no idea. I think Eywa has an odd sense of humour since she decided to bless me with twins.”

“D’avi, are you really surprised? Your mate is a twin,” Xi pointed out.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. Okay okay, enough about me. Tell me about you.”

“Alright.…ahhh let’s see. Oh, Spider taught me a new knife trick yesterday.”

“Always weapons or something dangerous with that one. Lo’ak too,” she said with a fond eye roll. “What else?”

“Umm, oh! My healer lessons have advanced. Mo’at says it will take me a few years but she thinks I can be a brilliant healer. She’s already allowing me to brew simple tonics or treat minor injuries. I love it.”

“That’s amazing Xi. I’m honestly impressed. I’m sure mother is incredibly proud of you as well and I bet she can’t contain herself and is off boasting and singing your praises to anyone who would listen, especially since you’re training directly under the Tsahìk herself.”

Xilä smiled bashfully. “Sometimes I feel as if I have taken your mother, D’avi.”

“Don’t!” D’avi insisted. “There is more than enough of Salveen Te Eyla Nouayate'ite for us to share. And in any case...I know she’s always wanted another child- she loves doting on you.” She squeezed Xi’s hand with a watery smile. “And I get my wish of finally having a little sister.”

“D’avi…” she whispered. “That means a lot, you…you have no idea.” Xi felt a bit choked up by her words.

“Okay, no. Enough of this sappiness. I have cried six times already for the day and if we continue I know I’ll make it seven. Tell me something else, something juicy and dramatic, come on Xi. I need some excitement! I have been stuck in this tent for days!” she explained dramatically.

Xilä laughed at the older woman’s theatrics, she was so very much like her mother.

Hesitating, she seemed to make up her mind about something. “....D’avi, can I ask you something…secret?”

The pregnant woman’s eyes lit up and she leaned in excitedly. “Of course Xi.”

“Can you tell me everything you know about- ,” she cleared her throat nervously, “about, you know...intimate acts?”

“Okay you’ve lost me.”

Xilä turned a deep shade of purple and as if finally understanding D’avi’s eyebrows rose high.

“Ohhhhhh,” she breathed out. “Xilä, are you asking me about, sex?”

“Ugh!” she hid her face behind her palms with a groan. “It’s humiliating, I know.”

“Why?” D’avi laughed. “There's nothing to be ashamed of. It is a beautiful act. What do you want to know?”

Xilä peaked out, surprised by her willingness to share. Feeling less embarrassed she faced her adoptive sister head on.

“I want to know everything about it. The mating, the bonding ceremony, how everything…fits? Other…things. Just everything. I have an idea of how it all works, but no one has ever really explained it all to me.”

“Well alright then. We can do that,” D’avi smiled, as if it were no big deal. “Wait, if you’re asking me this, then there’s a someone…right? Is it who I think it is?” she asked, turning giddy.

“D’avi,” Xi whined as she blushed. “I’m not ready to share that yet.”

“Oh fine, fine. Keep your secret for now then.” She settled into a more comfortable position then said, “Okay, where to begin…”

Before she could start however, her mate walked in, a grin stretched wide across his face at the sight of his wife.

“Hello my love,” D’avi greeted, accepting the kiss he bent to offer her. “I am terribly sorry but I’m afraid I’m going to have to kick you out now. Xi and I are about to have a sisterly discussion that requires the utmost privacy.”

When Xi finally made it to the grand gathering later that night, the celebrations were already in full swing. Music, chatter, laughter and the sounds of merriment filled the forest air.

It always amazed her whenever the clan held a celebration or some sort of gathering. She could feel the spirit of Eywa heavily and the love and bond the people shared.

It was a stark difference to the lonely days she’d spent huddled in her shack of a home back in Li’ona.

Xilä spotted Spider amongst his and Lo’ak’s other friends and decided to go sit with him.

It was not hard to locate Neteyam. He and the other Sully’s were seated on a lavish tapestry in the center of the gathering, all dressed in their best garb as they ate.

As if sensing her gaze on him he turned and paused, eyebrows raising high, jaw gone loose. His shock turned into a heated, hungry expression which made her heart speed up and her cheeks flush.

D’avi had done her hair in a series of loose twists and curls, littered with pearled beads. The top and skirt she wore tonight, while still modest to any other Na’vi, showed much more skin than her usual sets and the glass-stoned jewellery she worked hard on all week to create, glittered around her neck, arms and wrists.

Images of what D’avi had described to her that evening during their extremely educating talk, flashed through her mind as she too, openly stared.

Her mouth went dry at the sight of him in his royal blue and golden embroidered loincloth. His skin glistened from where she stood, and all she wanted to do was run her hands all over it.

“Ahem.”

Jerking out from her stare off with the Na’vi she was falling for, she turned and saw Spider smirking up at her with an “I knew it” grin. She quickly sat down and prayed to Eywa that she and Neteyam weren’t too obvious.

“You two done eye fucking each other?” her friend taunted.

She spluttered pathetically. “W-what? We- no, we weren’t- Spider!”

He let out a bark of laughter. “Don’t worry Xi, your secret is safe with me,” he winked. “Though let’s really try and keep it on the down low for a little while longer, yeah? Lo’ak called it first and I really don’t feel like giving up my favourite dagger just yet.”

Xilä choked in shock. “Wait what? You betted on us?!” she shrieked- eyes widening in the realization she was being too loud. She hissed quieter, “Spider, tell me you two did not bet on Neteyam and I.”

“Mmm, alright yeah, us two didn’t bet on you guys. It was more like ten of us,” he whispered back seriously.

She stared at him incredulously but all he did was give her a mischievous wink.

Halfway through the night Jake stood to give his praises to the war party as Neteyam and Neytiri flanked him. The clan broke out into a round of howls and applause when they’d heard the good works of the team of warriors.

The group was called out to be thanked and given tokens of honour by the Toruk Makto. They stood out, all mighty and fierce looking.

Once the ceremony ended, they all broke off to head back to their respective seats. One warrior however stopped and made her way straight into the arms of a mildly shocked Neteyam.

Spider was busy chatting to his friends so he had not noticed, but Xi sure did. She stared at the way the gorgeous female smiled and peered up at Neteyam through her lashes, slapping her palm jokingly on his chest over whatever he’d said.

She was flirting with him, and openly so, as if she’d done so all the time. The female did not leave his side after that, instead she sat beside him as if she intended to stay there until the feast was over.

Neteyam didn’t pull away when she leaned over his arm to get food, clearly and intentionally brushing her chest against him- she wasn't sure he even noticed honestly. And even though when he smiled at her as they spoke, it didn’t reach his eyes, Xilä still felt a hot flash of unfamiliar jealousy.

“Spider,” she murmured, catching his attention. “Who is that?” she asked, trying to sound indifferent.

“Oh. Uh….Umm, that’s Li…? No Lea…Leati!” He said, finally remembering. “She’s the warrior who led the mission trip.”

“She seems close with Neteyam, are they good friends?” Catching the look on Spider’s face she rushed out, “It’s just well, I was only wondering.”

Spider looked uncomfortable, like he was hiding something. “I wouldn’t say friends no, but maybe you should ask him instead. I don’t really know anything about her.”

She nodded with a forced smile.

Neteyam was already staring at her when she glanced his way again. He mouthed something to her she didn’t catch. Tilting her head, she watched as he glanced around inconspicuously before mouthing the four words again.

“Ten minutes. Your tent.”

‘Your tent?’ she wondered. ‘Oh…OHHHH. My tent.’

She bit her lip as excitement flooded her and nodded at him- looking away quickly when the Leati girl caught her eye and raised a suspicious brow.

Sure enough ten minutes later, Neteyam was eagerly backing her into Salveen and Jxo’s tent and scoping her up into his arms as he made his way to her little closed off corner.

“You really are trying to kill me aren’t you, sweetheart,” he teased, easily holding her one handily so he could secure the tie on her privacy curtain.

“How am I trying to kill you?” she grinned, staring at his handsome face as she clung to him.

How could one person make her so insanely happy all the time? How was that even possible?

“Have you seen yourself tonight Xilä?” his palm slid from her thigh, curving around her knee to smooth down her bare calf. “And no boots, baby?”

“Surprise,” she whispered breathlessly, loving the sound of her new nickname coming from his shocked voice. “I’ve been practising to go without them.”

“Well you look fucking edible,” he growled, gently laying her onto her nest of a bed, caging her in and capturing her mouth with his own.

Her arms reached up, fingers tangling with his braids as she arched her spine- hardened buds brushing against his smooth skin.

His kisses were breath taking and relentless.

Hands roaming, his palm trailed down her side and over the flat of her tummy before edging higher to the underside of her breast. Just when she thought he’d finally make contact with her breast, his fingers changed their route and moved downwards instead.

Xilä felt dizzy in her haze of lust. She moaned when his tongue lapped and tangled with hers- kisses, turning eager and desperate. His fingers reached the edge of her skirt, dipping under to continue their journey up the skin of her thigh- bunching up the material as it went.

She whined unhappily when his hand suddenly withdrew. She was needy and frustrated and he was giving her absolutely nothing!

“Neteyam,” she breathed, breaking their locked lips. “You’re driving me insane. I need more.”

He gave her a naughty grin. “Kissing only, remember? It’s the rules.”

Her eyebrows narrowed in fury. “I don’t want to do that any more! I- ” she scowled, annoyed by his amused expression and tried to push him away, but he did not budge. “Get off Neteyam….please.” She looked away when he wouldn’t let her go.

“What do you want Xilä?” he asked gently, keeping her in place.

She peered up, tempted by his words. “I want more than just kissing. I- why do you keep stopping us from that?” she asked, genuinely confused.

They’d been at this for weeks now and every time he stopped them, he could never give her a straight answer whenever she questioned him.

Neteyam rolled off of her with a heavy sigh, wiping his palms down his face in mild frustration. She sat up with a frown, feeling slightly hurt by his actions.

Biting the inside of her cheek, she braced herself for rejection. D’avi had warned her these things could happen.

“It’s not that simple, Xi. We shouldn’t even be doing any of this.”

Xi kept her eyes averted from his tented lower half and stared at his face dejectedly. “Then why did we even start it in the first place?”

“Xilä-”

“No Neteyam!” she said, jumping to her feet to avoid his touch, straightening out her skirt. “You clearly don’t want more and I need to respect that. So we should probably stop while we're at it. Like you said we shouldn’t be doing it in the first place, right?”

Neteyam sat up alert, staring at her as she got ready to flee. “Xi, wait-”

“I think I should get back to the feast.”

He snatched her wrist before she could escape and pulled her into his lap, ignoring her flaying and words of protest.

With a shocked gasp, she instantly went quiet when he tugged her closer, sitting her directly on top of his twitching bulge, rolling his hips against hers.

“Does that feel like I don’t want more Xilä?” he asked sternly.

Xi went mute. Screwing her eyes closed, she dug her fingernails into his forearms when he did it again, mewling at the sensation of her soaked core rubbing against his.

“Eyes, Xilä,” he ordered in a strained voice.

She blinked up at him, panting slightly. His pupils were full blown as he fixed her with a dangerous glower.

“Tell me what you want sweetheart,” he whispered huskily against her lips- their breaths mingling.

She licked her lips and blinked again, trying to focus but it was difficult because all of a sudden he had her rocking against him at a sinfully slow and torturous pace.

“What?” she asked, confused.

He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, releasing it with a soft pop. “Tell me what you want and I will give it to you.”

Overwhelmed, her head fell forward, clashing with a hard pectoral. She inhaled deeply, whimpering from the sensations uprooting inside of her- the swooping flutters in her stomach, the pulsing need between her thighs, the aching peaks of her nipples.

Then there was the feeling of him between her thighs. It was incredible. He felt big……very very big.

Xilä was burning up from inside out and desperate for any kind of release.

Neteyam wasn’t doing so well either, he was hanging by a thread and the mess she was making on his loincloth was not helping one bit.

He could smell her arousal and the only thing stopping him from flipping her over and burying his face between her thighs was the fact that he did not want to scare her off.

“Xilä,” he called again, soothing a palm down her spine which caused her to shiver. “Baby you need to talk to me. Tell me what you want.”

Tilting her head back, he stifled a groan at the sight of her glazed over expression. If she looked like this already and he had barely touched her, how the fuck would she be when he actually did?

“Anything. Everything. Just touch me, I don’t care! Neteyam please-”

As if her words were a command, Neteyam flipped- he suddenly turned them over with a growl and she was on her back before she could even blink.

He licked a hungry path down her throat, fingers reaching up to yank down her top, exposing her breasts to the cooled air.

Without pause he bent to suck a pebbled nipple into his mouth making her cry out- back bowing.

He parted her thighs easily, sailing a large palm down her stomach and under her skirt to cup her through her thin covering- she was completely drenched.

With the flick of a wrist the material was gone- baring her completely.

She gasped. “You ripped it.”

He released her nipple and gave her a boyish grin. “Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all before swallowing her other breast entirely.

Thick fingers traced the outline of her, circling and gathering slick as they went.

“Neteyam,” she whined, squirming and shifting to try and get him to make proper contact. He was back with that damn teasing thing again.

He gave her one last lap of her nipple, then raised up so he could see her face.

Her mouth made a little O and her eyes shut when he began to stretch her with a thick digit.

“Eyes, Xilä,” he whispered with a groan, feeling her warm and wet and tight around his finger. “I want to see those gorgeous eyes.”

She peered up at him and a dreamy smile etched across her face when he sank deeper, still keeping his leisurely pace. He smirked. “You alright there sweetheart? You’ve gone all quiet on me.”

“I- ” Xi’s words were cut short with a pleasurable moan when his long finger sank all the way in, moving a minuscule amount faster.

“More,” she babbled, and he complied, adding a second digit. Her hips rolled in time with his thrusts and warmth turned to heat which began to slowly consume her.

The moment his thumb met her hidden nub her spine bowed deeper and her thighs clamped together, trapping his working hand.

“Breathe Xi. Just relax okay?” he cooed while his tail wrapped around her thigh to spread her wide again.

“‘Teyam, I feel so good,” she whimpered, biting on her lip when he began to curl deep inside of her.

“Yeah?” he grinned, speeding up a little- hitting a particularly spongy spot that made her mewl.

The music in the distance from the clan’s festivities was dying down which meant people would start to make their way back home anytime soon.

Neteyam kissed Xilä, licking her lips as he pulled away. “Xi, sweetheart, I really hate to rush your first orgasm but you’re going to need to come soon if you don’t want us to get caught.”

She tugged him down for a kiss again, arms hooked behind his neck as her hips jerked and grinded against his hand, walls clenching around his fingers.

“Neteyam!” she moaned out loud, panting and shaking as she began to near her high.

“Come on Xi. Come for me sweetheart.”

Xilä’s thighs trembled and her toes curled as she shattered, shockwaves of overwhelming pleasure rippling throughout her body.

Neteyam swallowed her cry with a biting kiss and instead of stopping he sped up his finger work faster than before, his thumb pressing down on her clit.

Babbling incoherently Xilä thrashed in his hold as he quickly led her into another orgasm. A hoarse shout fell from her lips. Body tensing and gone taut, she gushed all over his hand for the second time.

Little tremors of aftershocks shook her as she came down from her high. Neteyam pressed soothing kisses all over her face and slowly extracted his fingers to rub soft circles around her swollen, dripping flesh as her hips twitched from the overstimulation.

Locking eyes, he smiled lovingly at her. She was so pretty he thought. Even in her post orgasmic haze, the fucked out look she had endured him.

“How do you feel?” he asked, brushing his nose along hers.

She blushed as she came back to reality, unhooking her arms from his neck to trail down his chest, with only one thing in mind.

“Incredible,” she whispered, hooking her fingers into his loincloth, with much determination.

He didn’t stop her, if anything as she tugged him free from his ties he gathered as much of her slick as possible on his fingers.

He did however stop her when she tried to touch him directly. He gave her an apologetic kiss and murmured, “I’m sorry Xi, but it sounds like the feast is over and I need to be quick.”

“I can be quick,” she pouted, causing him to chuckle.

“Next time baby.”

“Fine,” she agreed, leaning up on her forearms and spreading her thighs further to properly see him grip his length- slathering it up with her juices. “Oh my Eywa,” she whispered, goggling at the sheer size of him.

That thing was supposed to fit inside of her? No. No way. D’avi must have gotten it wrong. Right?

“Xilä, you’re going to make my ego grow too large if you continue to stare at me like that,” he smirked, starting to pump himself.

She licked her lips. “Sorry, it’s just so- so…”

“So, what baby?”

She blinked at him incredulously. “Big Neteyam!” she hissed, as if it were obvious.

His lips rolled over his teeth to hide his need to laugh- how the hell should he respond to that?

He grunted when he tightened his grip on himself and began a rapid jerking pace.

Xilä bit her lip and stared, completely entranced by the sight before her. She didn’t even care that she could now hear the sounds of chatter and footsteps as people started to return to Camp.

Her eyes darted between the wild, dark look upon his face to the hypnotising view of his hand working himself over- beads of liquid seeping from his tip.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped out, staring down at her- concentrating on her brilliant eyes and pouty lips.

An image of those lips sucking him dry as her eyes stared up at him flooded his mind. “Fuck fuck fuck. SHIT.”

Mimicking his habit, she gripped his neck and pulled him down, crashing their mouths together. He was getting too loud so she tried to smother his grunts with her tongue instead.

A strangled noise escaped him as his body seized. Xilä couldn’t see, but she felt spurts of warm liquid hit her- coating her inner thighs.

With one final pump, he slumped onto her with a breathy laugh. “Holy shit.”

She grinned too, hugging his broad shoulders as he nuzzled her neck- sticky palm gripping the bunched up fabric on her hip.

“Holy shit,” she echoed, making him shake with more laughter.

The voices of returning people grew louder. Neteyam quickly stretched an arm out to flick off the switch of her lamp, bathing them in darkness.

Xilä held her breath as Salveen’s boisterous voice rang through the air, clucking on about the festivities with complete excitement.

“Xi? Xilä? Are you there? Xilä? Did you see when she returned tonight Jxo?”

Neteyam slipped his palm over Xi’s mouth, just in case she was silly enough to actually respond.

“She’s probably sleeping Sal, let the kid rest,” came Jxo’s low voice.

“Oh fine, I am a bit pooped myself, today was my busiest day in such a long...” Salveen’s voice grew distant and muffled, meaning she and Jxo had retired to their private corner of the room.

Both Xilä and Neteyam released hushed laughs again.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” she whispered, brushing her thumbs across his cheeks.

Neteyam smiled at her sweetness, taking one of her hands to kiss her fingers. “Yeah baby. I’ll stay.”

It's here!! And longggg over due.

Let me know what you think lovelies! Was it too much touchy touch? Lol. And hey, we get a glimpse of Leati. Who is she???

Okay so I'll try my best to get Part 7 out by this weekend, we'll see how it goes, but it will definitely not be as long a wait.

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maybe a continuance of the last one you wrote for me? just start talking about nerve pain in therapy and Rafe being agitated about it like in a good way but also being super caring with her

Late to the party but here at last. I love you bestie, I hope this helps❤️ This is a little different than the other one cuz I changed the dynamic between them to give you a little laugh :)

"Are you sure you're okay in there?" Rafe nags from behind the door and my eyes roll, my hands reaching out to steady myself against the counter. I pause for a moment, settling the nerves in my stomach before my lips part, a ragged, strained breath escaping me from the pain.

"Rafe, I'm fine, just give me a second," I mutter out and hear him move against the door, leaning against it as he waits for me to ask for help. He doesn't have to be here but he demanded it, not wanting me to be alone days after surgery. He's been pestering me incessantly, constantly asking if I need something and it's thrown me through the loop, not used to this calm and caring side of him.

Sometimes I wish he'd just leave me alone.

But I'd be lying if I said I wish he would just go home.

"I can help." He offers sweetly and timidly and I feel the jump of my heart at his caring words but I push it away, physically shaking away the thought as I blow out a breath, pulling my shirt over my head and onto the floor.

"I'm not having my friends with benefits help me in and out of the bath."

We've been sleeping with each other for months, constantly contacting each other in the middle of the night when we need each other and that's all it's been for the longest time; us hooking up and joking with each other and then him going home immediately after. But this crosses that unspoken boundary between us that that was all that we were, this changes things.

"It's not like I haven't seen you naked." He snorts and my eyes widen and I look at the door as if I can see right through it. If looks could kill...

"Shut up." I mutter and go to reach towards the door but I stop myself, knowing if I let him in to help me, that we would never go back to the way that we were. Seeing me and helping me in such a vulnerable state would change our dynamic completely and we would be less platonic, more connected.

And I'm not sure if I can handle that connection just yet.

"I'm just pointing out the obvious. No need to be shy." He knocks on the door once more, urging me to let him in and finally snap, moving towards the door to open it but I trip, my butt hitting the ground with a loud thump as I wince. "What was that?" Rafe asks worriedly and I pause, cursing under my breath, feeling so stupid for being so clumsy.

"I tripped." I huff, pushing my hair out of my face as the doorknob jiggles and I feel angry, frustrated tears rise to my eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"That's a loaded question."

"I'm coming in-" The door flies open and I immediately go to cover my chest but he just scoffs at me and reaches down towards me, hoisting me up into his arms and onto my unsteady feet.

"Rafe!" I whack his chest and he laughs, reaching up to tuck my hair behind my ears sweetly, his eyes not moving south of my chin. The gentleman act that he's got going makes my stomach flutter and heart drop and I consider letting him in for just a moment, just to help me.

"Oh stop, c'mere." He pulls me towards the tub that's now full to the top and he reaches down to turn the water off and check the temperature. "What are they going to do about this? You're in too much pain." He asks, helping me out of my pants and I push my guilt and vulnerability down.

"You're just sad you can't do me." I snort and he pinches my side with a naughty grin.

"Shut up, I care about you sometimes." He helps me step into the bed with a soft smile, eyes not wandering like they normally would and I smile while he's not looking, wanting nothing but to fall into his arms and let him embrace me for hours.

"Wow, you care?" I ask sarcastically and his eyes roll, arms lowering me down into the tub as the warm water surrounds me. "I didn't know that was possible."

"Shut up." He sits down on the ground besides the tub and rolls up his sleeves and I try not to question him when he cups some warm water in his hands and dumps it across my shivering shoulders.

"They're talking about specific therapies to help my nerves. It's a long process so we're just playing it by ear right now." I break down my walls a little bit, letting him in and allowing him to see what's really going on under the surface, behind my body, and witty jokes that I know he loves so much.

There's a pause as he rinses my body, a soft smile on his lips as I watch him intently and he sighs before looking up at me, blue eyes soft and genuine.

"You know, if you ever need my help getting to appointments or if you need someone to sit with you, I don't do much."

"Yeah?" I ask after a moment of silence, digesting his offer.

"Yeah." He whispers back simply and bashfully.

"Okay." I nod, giving into his offer and allowing him to care for and about me without pushing him away even though it's my instinct.

"Okay?" He asks, shocked at my walls tumbling down, even if it's just temporary, and I nod, biting at my lip nervously. "Okay."

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◜ mk1 men kinks & darker motivations part 2 of ?◞

▸ includes: Johnny Cage, Kenshi (Johnshi ship) Sub-Zero, Liu Kang(passively), Scorpion(passively) [mk1 versions] ◂

What would have happened if Liu Kang hadn't intervened in the Sub-Zero x Johnny Cage fight

[Spicy/explicit/rough/gay af after cut 🔞]

If Liu Kang had just let Sub-Zero handle the situation, Sub-Zero woulda grabbed Johnny by the hair, bent him over the chair that Kenshi was tied up in, froze Johnny's hands and feet to the floor, yanked his pants down, and absolutely beat his ass over Kenshi's knees until Johnny begged for mercy.

And Kenshi would have caught Johnny's dangling cock between his legs. Kenshi woulda taken the opportunity to squeeze and work his closed thighs around Johnny's erect shaft while dry humping Johnny's bare hipbone, saying "Stop being a brat, Cage."

Cage would cum like a firehose between the seams of Kenshi's pants, ruining the seat of the chair he sat in and the seat of the fine designer trousers that Kenshi wears. He'd cum loud, no telling what he'd scream out, but he'd shout for mercy and whatever kinks he'd hidden would probably come out in his words [whether he calls mercy, master, daddy, his own name in full, first middle and last, whatever, there's infinite timelines now so maybe all of the kinks plus some come pouring out out of at least one alternate timeline cage somewhere in the multiverse of thirst.]

Liu Kang would hopefully be chilling to the side like "Are you finished" but in reality Liu Kang is secretly scolding himself like "This is what I get for making everyone in this timeline so fucking irresistibly hot, fml"

Sub-Zero would pause at that point to let Johnny catch his breath. Johnny would try to push through and keep going, despite exhaustion, pain, and bruising from the beating, not to mention numbness in the hands from being frozen and packed in ice for so long. "Can't call it a wrap until Kenshi cums. I don't want to be a bad host."

Kenshi would assure him it's not necessary. However the bulge in his pants suggests an urgency. Cage would just scoot up to hunch and grind against it, showing off his reddening, beaten asscheeks to Kenshi as if his precious eyes were a redlit-live film camera.

NOW Sub-Zero goes around behind Kenshi to untie him. Mission accomplished. And he probably gives Liu Kang a look like "See? You should have more faith in my methods."

Meanwhile, Cage is arching his back for the camera Kenshi. He looks into Kenshi's eyes from over his shoulder and asks him where/how he likes to cum most. Kenshi's eyes dart to the pool and back. Once Kenshi's hand is free, he pets Johnny's ass gently but it still causes him to wince.

"I'd like to cum in this, but that's clearly too much for you right now" he might say, enjoying the look of his own tattooed hand upon the backdrop of the film star's pink pale ass.

"No no it's fine just put some ice on it it's cool," Johnny says.

He gives Sub-Zero a look as Sub-Zero finished untying Kenshi's torso and stepped around to kneel at Kenshi's feet. As Sub-Zero worked the knots loose around Kenshi's ankles, he also freed Johnny's feet from his ice trap.

"Please can you put some ice on it so I can sit in this nice man's lap? Pretty please?" Cage says, arching his butt in Sub-Zero's direction.

"You still won't be able to sit on it. Go ahead. Try sitting on that freezing marble floor."

Johnny whipped around to seat himself on the icy floor the second Sub-Zero freed his frozen hands. He sat, then yelped, then rose to his knees with his lips pursed and his eyes wincing. He ran his own chilled fingers gently down the spots that pained him most as he groaned. Kenshi, now freed from beneath the man, stood up and unbuckled his belt to remove his sticky, wet trousers.

"Is it safe to use the pool?" Kenshi asks, "It's cold, and you'd feel weightless- or at least you're not really putting your weight on anything."

"Genius, Takahashi. Someone carry me," Johnny directed.

Sub-Zero slipped a strong arm around the backs of Johnny's knees. He moved himself into cradling Johnny, and hoisted Johnny up as he rose from his kneeling position, careful not to let the man's ass touch anything. Johnny kicked off his icy leather shoes, then kicked at the pants bunched around his ankles.

"No, not you, I wanna feel Kenshi inside me. But you, you just ice me down! I know you can do that!" Johnny whined.

"Hold this," Sub-Zero commanded Scorpion, "take care, when you put him down. Make sure he doesn't put his weight on it."

Sub-Zero passed Johnny's body to Scorpion. Scorpion cradled Johnny, who immediately nuzzled into him.

"Mmm, you're warm," Johnny noticed.

He stuffs his hands inside Scorpion's clothes to warm up his frozen fingers.

"If you warm up too much, you won't want to get in the pool," he replied.

"I wanna get you in the pool, too," Johnny said.

Scorpion and Sub-Zero exchanged an amused glance. Sub-Zero knelt at the edge of the pool with a glint in his eye. Scorpion huffed in an attempt to muffle a laugh.

"I'm afraid I must pass," he said, nodding towards the scene.

Scorpion and Johnny watched Sub-Zero's fingers dance near the water's surface at the edge of the pool. Steam rose from the pool rapidly, and a ring of soft blue light formed at the bottom. A slush of ice particles rose to the surface until the pool for the most part had a thick blanket of slush on its surface. Frost gathered in the pink cupholders of the giant inflatable flamingo. Around its edge, the slush broke in a giant ring to reveal the clear water below. Kenshi clicked his tongue as he stripped the last of his clothes from his body.

"Not sure I can stay hard in that," he muttered.

"Then don't go in too deep," Sub-Zero mused.

"Don't listen to him, Kenshi, deep is good, I like deep- hey wait, wait wait wait hold on," Johnny said as Scorpion began to carry him toward the deep end with a mischievous look on his face.

Scorpion swayed with Johnny as if building the momentum to throw him in, while Johnny clung to him for dear life. With Sub-Zero's help, they instead gently lowered Johnny, ass first, into the giant inflatable flamingo. Johnny hissed and tensed as the icy water flowed up his crack. He soon melted into the sensation with a moan, the ice feeling right against the red welts.

"Wow, that almost makes up for the Hitchuli," he said.

Sub-Zero scoffed.

Johnny looked up from his seat at Kenshi, who sat at the edge of the pool and dipped his tattooed feet into the slush with a shudder. The light from the pool bounced across the ice crystals at the rolling surface of the slush, and danced in random fairy-like discoball patterns across Kenshi's body, highlighting bits of blue and red inks set within his tattooed skin. His cock stood erect, and plain in color, in a strange contrast against the chromatic backdrop of art that was Kenshi's tattooed abs. Upon seeing Kenshi like this, Johnny's hand went to the pink cupholder to fish past the bottle of SPF70 sunscreen to retrieve a bottle of waterproof lubricant. Kenshi drew a cold foot out of the icewater with a shiver.

And that's when Johnny really nerded out. He recognized that the ink on Kenshi's shin wasn't temporary: it did not bleed, did not fade or clump when exposed to chlorinated water or frozen temperatures. It was no bit of Hollywood makeup magic - these tattoos were not only real, the brushwork, the linework, the designs - he recognized all of it as legitimate yakuza artwork.

He still wasn't certain about the other three men in his house. But the one inching his way deeper and deeper into the shallow end of his pool was most certainly a bona-fide yakuza. This fact sent a deeper thrill of excitement through him than the frigid water ever could. He shuddered. But this shudder was not caused by the cold.

Oh my god, thought Johnny while fingering himself with a dollop of the cold lube, I'm about to fuck a yakuza. I'm going to fuck a walking work of art.

Kenshi hesitated to come any deeper. His balls dangled just above the frosty surface of the slush-capped water. Johnny paddled over to him with the flamingo; the other cupholder contained the condoms that Johnny had pre-approved for use in the pool. Kenshi took hold of the flamingo and pinned it between himself and the edge of the pool. Johnny felt vulnerable, and incredibly alive, resting the bottoms of his feet on the shoulders of an actual yakuza.

Kenshi steadied the inflatable ring, and Johnny lifted his butt out of the center ring to rest his lower back across its edge, slipping his heels down the back of Kenshi's shoulder blades. He held the side of the pool to steady himself, knowing the inflatable could pop out from beneath him at any time and drop him into the frigid slush. Kenshi wrapped his cock with the condom and poured more lubricant over the tip. He offered the warm tip to Johnny at his shiny slick hole.

Johnny took the opportunity. Kenshi was grateful for the heat he found inside the man. Johnny lost control of himself and tipped the inflatable, pushing both men deeper into the slush. Kenshi caught and held Johnny by the back to keep his warm cock buried in the man. The cold slush lapped around the men's chests as they humped each other. Both men were simultaneously freezing, yet inside, they both felt as if they were on fire. They hugged each other for warmth until Kenshi, shivering, came, and spilled his hot mess, filling the condom inside Johnny with a new warmth. They both moaned at the sensation, with Kenshi's vision and mind going blank at the peak moment of their pleasure.

"Deep... deep, deep is good," Johnny murmured, "I like deep... so warm inside. Fuck it's cold."

Kenshi wanted out of the frigid water immediately upon pulling out. He carried Johnny out the pool on shaky legs and laid him on the couch gently on his side. Johnny shivvered and reached for a throw blanket while Kenshi carefully unwrapped the cum-filled condom from his cock. Johnny covered himself with the throw and made grabby-hands towards Kenshi, nonverbally instructing him to cuddle for warmth as he verbally instructed the digital assistant of his smart house to turn up the heat in the pool room.

Liu Kang stood to the side with Scorpion and Sub-Zero. The three spoke in low voices.

"What do you think, now? Have I proven them capable of becoming Earthrealm's champions?" Liu Kang asked.

Sub-Zero shrugged.

"We watched them fight each other. I'm not convinced that the swordsman has what it takes to survive in outworld, but as always I defer to your judgment," Scorpion said, "as for the film star, I have no helpful comments."

Liu Kang turned to Sub-Zero.

"You fought him. What do you believe?"

"It's hard to say for sure whether he gave it his all in his fight with me. If he did, he's doomed. If he thought our fight was just for show, he's may not be doomed, but he is a liability. If I hadn't known he'd just been in another fight, I would not have a high opinion of his skills. Considering this was a back to back fight, I'm not disappointed. But the tournament we have to win includes back to back fights."

Liu Kang paused and asked, "and?"

Sub-Zero jerked his chin towards the pair cuddled on the couch.

"Let's see how many rounds they go before I make any final judgments about his fighting stamina."

Liu Kang laughed.

[The end for now?]

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