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sharlulu · 2 years

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𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

CONFESSIONS OF A SELFISH PERSON tw: violence, abuse, mention of drugs, confinement. Wolf Keum x fem!reader

You and him were so different. While he always appeared so free and careless, indifferent to the rules of the world, acting only on one's desires, you constrained yourself, chained down by the responsibilities and duties of an exemplary student and a responsible civilian. When did it start? Since when were you so obsessed with perfection? Since when did you strive to be so elegant? It was as if you had to have complete control over every inch of your body: from the tips of your fingers to every muscle of your back and face. You've taught yourself to speak eloquently, use complicated words, learn the art of subtle manipulation and persuasion. Yes, you've made elegance your sharpest weapon. It has become a part of you, a habit that couldn't be changed.

"My daughter, you won't disappoint me, won't you? Unlike that hateful man you would do anything for me, right? My dear, precious princess, you must always love me"

"Why? Why did you only get an 80 on your last test? It can't be that that's your highest potential, I know that you can do so much more! Then why? Why? Do you not care about me anymore? Do you not love me anymore? Didn't I tell you that as my daughter you have to be perfect? Or else why did I have to suffer so much just to give you a chance to live in this world?

I don't want to do this, I truly don't, Y/n. But it seems I should punish you a little bit. I've been too nice to you lately. How about this, I'll cut down your freedom and regulate your friendships more, alright? I am sure that you're like this because of their bad influence. After all, you had got a perfect score every single time before you met them. So listen to your mother, dear, I know what's best for you after all"

Is this love?

You've never met your father before, nor seen his face. Mother never mentioned his name either. She called him different titles: a hateful bastard, that man, unfaithful monster, horrendous sinner, a liar. Your mind thought of countless possibilities as to why your parents' relationship ended up so twisted and sick. Nonetheless, you were afraid to ask your mother, perhaps, in fear of losing her forever. She was your only family, so you loved her, that was natural, wasn't it? It was your duty to love her after all. But sometimes you hated her with every fiber of your being. That hate, however, had nowhere to pour out to. It stirred inside your locked box of emotions just waiting for an opportunity to burst out of its confinement.

It wasn't hard for you to study. Math came to you as easy as breathing. It was so strict yet flexible at the same time. It allowed you to describe the whole world. The "language of the universe" or so you liked to call it. Perhaps the closest thing to perfection that you could possibly name. There was a certain beauty to it, something otherworldly, something so detached from the mundane.

You had a good memory. So good that you remembered everything you saw, read, heard. Even things you wanted to forget. There's no denying how useful that ability was to studying. Perhaps because of your intelligence mother took notice of you. She paid attention to you, even praised you at first.

Is this love?

Now that you think about it, she never saw you for who you were. She only saw a perfect daughter, a doll, a puppet to turn into what she could only dream of becoming. Your intelligence was the only thing that mattered to her. So her outburst about your imperfect score shouldn't have come as a surprise. Yet you were still saddened. It felt as if your heart, which was already full of thousand wounds that you helplessly tried to fix with tiny plasters every night, was once again trampled on and broken into dust. Did you want her to console you? Comfort you, tell you that it was alright, treat you like a human being and not a genius for once? Perhaps. But she mercilessly cut away all threads of hope you had. You stood there in a trance, listening to her. Then you went out of the house to the streets. Aimlessly wondering about the desolate path. Where is everyone? Somebody? Please, I don't-

*Thump*

You turn to your left. A boy about your age was continuously hitting a vending machine. His violet ruffled hair swayed back and forth while he thrashed the poor thing.

Wolf Keum. You've definitely seen him before, heard the rumors about him. But on that day you first interacted with him.

He was free. For that you envied him and admired him at the same time. How did he do that? Why didn't he give a damn about societal rules? How was he so honest to his desires, why was he so unrestrained by the world? Oh how jealous you were. Perhaps that's why there was no fear in you when you came up to him that day. Enviousness and reverence were the only thing in your heart back then.

"Could you please stop doing that?"

He looked at you incredulously. Yet no words left his mouth.

"You are ruining public property and it's not getting you anywhere." A polite smile graced your lips.

"If you paid for something and it got stuck there, I can help you get it out. Hitting the vending machine doesn't do anything to solve your dilemma, don't you agree?"

His grey eyes scrutinized you for a moment and then he stepped away. "Do whatever you want " – it seemed to convey.

To be entirely honest, you weren't sure if your method would work. You squatted down a bit and pushed the flap where people normally collected their items at. Then you let the flap snap back down. That was enough for his purchase to fall onto your hands. Standing back up, you gave it to him.

"There you go, no need to thank me~ But that's an old machine you've encountered. Newer machines are equipped with sensors specifically to deal with this kind of problem. I wouldn't buy here anymore if I were you. There's no knowing whether something like this will happen again and what I did doesn't work all the time."

He still didn't say anything. Was he mute? No, that couldn't be true, he was Wolf Keum after all.

"I know. Thanks."

What a succinct answer.

Was that a fateful encounter? You also lived nearby and took the same route to school. You just had to walk a tad longer than him, as your school was further.

You were the one who always approached him, striked conversations with him, tried to get him to talk or at least acknowledge your presence. If at first he was annoyed, then after a while he actually replied to you.

"Do you want to hear the music of space?"

"The hell is that?"

You chuckled at his inquiry.

"NASA created an instrument to hear sounds from space. I know, it sounds weird, outer space should be awfully quiet, right? Except it isn't. Sound does exist in magnetic vibrations. And the NASA team just converted it to a frequency that human ear can hear. Incredible, isn't it?"

"I have to listen to it first? Can't have an opinion on it, never heard of it before. How the hell do you even know that stuff?"

"Eh, internet is an interesting thing~"

At first you approached him just because of simple curiosity. However, your instinct told you to stay. And after a while you were finally starting to heal, feel alive and grateful for the chance to exist. However, your newfound salvation was as fragile as glass, bound to break at any moment.

Your relationship with him was definitely strange. Yet in his presence you were the most comfortable. You didn't mind that he always got into fights, you didn't mind that wherever he was, trouble always ensued. As long as you were with him, you could get a taste of his freedom, his world. In exchange you would help him get away from the consequences. Quite a balanced team you were. He who came up with ideas, you who thought out a plan, and both of you who would do some of the wildest things for fun. Being with him was liberating. He could listen to your talk, silently acknowledging you, ask questions that made the gears in your brain turn. It was nice having someone to share all your knowledge with. Someone that never pretended to listen, someone that was genuinely interested. After all, Wolf Keum was honest to a fault.

"I've always wanted to ask you this," you begin on one of your regular walks.

He turned his attention to you.

"How do you curse so easily? How do you use those foul words without a second thought? How does it come as natural as breathing to you? When I try to do it, I suddenly become so conscious and awkward. As if they don't suit me and rather than frightening they come of as bizarre?"

He laughed uncontrollably at that, while giving you a "are you serious" look.

"I asked a genuine question there! What's so funny in wanting to know more about your delinquent lifestyle? It's true that I don't understand much about your way of doing things."

"Just don't overthink, I guess. Nothing else to it."

It was strange hearing that. As your existence was composed of carefully thought out and perfectly executed things. There wasn't a single moment when you didn't think about what you said or did. As if you were always looking at yourself from afar, trying to find and fix all mistakes, no matter how small they were. And you liked that. You liked having a sense of purpose, a sense of responsibility. You liked walking with your back straight, head held high. You liked speaking articulately and confidently. You liked being able to convey your thoughts clearly while being refined. Elegance was beautiful and it was also one of your sharpest blades. Wolf knew that, so he found your attempts at behaving like a thug humorous.

　 *Slap*

It was the first time Mother hit you.

"You ungrateful brat! You say that you go the library to study and yet what you do?! Hang out with a bastard? How could you lie to me like that?"

She was crying. Hot tears run down her cheeks and fell onto your bewildered face. It felt as if time itself stopped after her outburst.

She then dragged you, despite all your protests, to the basement of your house. Your muffled screams for help where shut away in a damp, dark room. It was terribly cold. For the first time in a while you felt genuine fear and hatred towards your mother. The box of rage that lay dormant for so long was once again threatening to open.

And yet you did nothing in the end. There was nothing you could do. The basement was empty. Just occasional sounds of water dripping, spiders crawling. There was no light, no way to measure time. It was as if the whole world had forgotten about you and you were doomed to rot there for eternity. You tried unlocking the door, yet your attempts were all futile. At first, the isolation was bearable. But after some time (you couldn't tell if minutes or hours or days have passed) it became intolerable. Without stimulation you felt like dying. You were hungry, thirsty and so, so lonely. You wanted to talk to somebody, you wanted somebody to save you from that place. You would give up anything just to see your mother again. After what felt like an eternity she finally let you out. She cried, apologized, hugged you endlessly.

"My little girl, I'm sorry. Mother had to do it, it was necessary. My Y/n, you have to understand, mother does it for your benefit. I didn't want to, but you had to be punished".

It was the first time she showered you with so much love. Is this love? You felt so happy, as if all your rage had never existed. That feeling was addicting.

And yet you didn't stop hanging out with Wolf. You had to be a good daughter, so why were you lying to your mom? It wasn't hard to fool her, you just had to be more careful with your actions. Once again you realized how different you two were. Wolf would never lie to himself nor to others. He was honest, brutally so. And you were full of contradictions. You wanted to be a good girl for your mother, yet at the same time you wanted to be free. So in the end you could only resort to hiding the truth.

*Thud*

You fell to the floor. Mother's job wasn't going so well so she took it out on you. She always hit places that could be easily covered by clothes. Your stomach, your back were all in purple bruises. You knew how to treat your injuries, you were the one who bandaged Wolf after each of his fights after all.

This was quite a frequent occurrence now. At first, you wondered if everything was somehow your fault, if this was retribution for all your lies. Then you understood that everything was inevitable from the very start. Mother's love is this love? was twisted, she always apologized to you after her every outburst but she never stopped either. Did she even love you in the first place? Or were you just a rag doll for her to vent her anger on in the end? You couldn't understand. Your grades were good, you were well-behaved in front of her, so why? Why her love like that?

No, it was never love. It can't be love. Love is kind, not cruel, liberating, not constraining, strong, not weak. Love gives you wings, it doesn't chain you down. Love isn't blind, it gives you eyes to see. Love is gentle like the wind, it is never forceful, nor coercive. To love means to see the worst of somebody and still love them nonetheless.

Then what about your mother? Your mother closed her eyes on your suffering, refused to see you for who you were, didn't accept your imperfections. The love that your mother tried to shove onto you now looked like the twisted symptoms of a sickening society, a black stain in place of motherhood, selfishness masquerading as affection. Indeed, infatuation and obsession aren't love. You were foolish to think that those things were natural.

Then what about yourself? Did you .. love.. mother? Or was that just a mere delusion that you chose to believe. A defensive mechanism, as one would say. Did you hypnotize yourself to "love" her so that the sufferings would be more bearable? Perhaps not. She was your mother and your feelings towards her were real. Maybe you still saw some kindness and courage in that cowardly person. You loved her...

Of course, sometimes you hated her. Yet you never retaliated. The memory of being locked in that place was still so fresh in your mind. Perhaps your biggest fear was being abandoned by her, your only family, and be left completely alone.

"Wolf, we have to study. We must. That's....the only way, our only escape, our salvation."

"What's up with you all of a sudden? 'Tis a motivational speech or something? "

"No, it's not. I'm always serious and that was a genuine plea."

"What's up with you lately? You are acting strange." He looked at you with a hint of worry

You two were standing in a desolate alleyway. To be more exact, Wolf was sitting on the opponent he had just mercilessly beaten up and you were standing nearby, offering him tissues and sweets.

"I...Please promise me, that you won't abandon your studies. You're smart, don't let this thing here," you pointed to your head, "disappear. You may not understand right now, but it's the only way out! " You sounded so desperate. In a way, you wanted to reassure yourself, convince yourself that it was true. That you were correct in making studying the most important thing in your life. That you weren't wrong in placing all your hopes and dreams into it. That the thing that your mother valued most in you wasn't useless.

Wolf looked at you, as if seeing you for the first time. You were always so composed, you've never raised your voice like this before. Right now you seemed to be at a loss for words. As if you didn't know what to say, what to think. It was the first time he saw you so agitated.

"Okay."

You sighed in relief

The days continued on. Life was so dull before you met him, the invisible chains that constricted your world were only shattered to dust, when you started hanging out with Wolf. He was always in the spotlight, it was impossible not to see him for he shined oh so brightly. He showed you his world, he freed you. Even though you only met a year ago, he was already your closest friend.

He was so strong, unbreakable even. A monster that always stood back up no matter the number of hits. Sometimes you wondered as to how he could do that but you never gave it much of a thought. And that was your biggest mistake. The signs were all there, you just didn't notice them.

During night you sneaked out of your room to the playground in your neighborhood. You didn't expect to meet anyone, yet there sat Wolf. His eyes were dull, his head was bleeding profusely. There were bandages laying around, it seemed that he had tried to fix himself and failed.

"Just what happened to you?! Who did this? Wait, let me help you, don't move..."

You were crying, tears streamed down your face as you tried to bandage him, comfort him. You've never seen him like this. You were sure that nobody could've gotten him into this state. He was so strong after all, just who in the world could break him?

He finally started to talk after a while.

An abusive father. Alcohol. Usage of drugs. A psychotic episode. A beatdown.

These words flew through your ears as you came to a sudden realization. You laughed. You and him weren't so different after all. Your mother, his father — your situations were so similar that it was ironic. The rage that you had so deeply sealed inside the box finally burst out. It manifested itself in the form of cold fury. Wrath enveloped you and the gears in your brain turned.

"Let's kill him."

Perhaps you saw your mother in his father so you merged those two together. You couldn't kill your mother, if you did that, you would truly lose the last bits of humanity that you had. But you could help him kill his father and at the same time liberate some of your horrendous desires.

"Hmm, what shall the cause of death be~ Let's say... heroin overdose? A pretty common death for the likes of him. We will kill him with the very drug that he adores."

"What? What the hell are you talking about?" Confusion filled his beautiful grey eyes.

"It will be like putting him to sleep," you continued. "Except that when sleeping, our body remembers how to breathe. In case of heroin overdose your body forgets. He's so ill already, it won't take much for his respiratory system to shut down. Perhaps it will even result in heart failure. What do you think? Quite a merciful murder, don't you agree?"

"How about the consequences? What the f*ck should we do with that?! You think it's that easy to kill someone?!"

"Yes."

You take a deep breath.

"Wolf, your father was a nobody. He is remembered by no one, why would the police care about him enough to investigate it properly? With how corrupt they are in this place, I'm sure that we can fool them."

"Let's kill him."

It was strange for you to use your intelligence like this. And yet from start to finish you never once felt remorseful. Wolf, too, was strangely calm when you two planned the murder of his own father. You thought of an alibi, planned the time, the place, got all the necessary components. All to execute a perfect crime.

It was surreal. That year you two had committed an unforgivable sin, the horrendous crime of manslaughter. And nobody knew. Only you two bore the weight and guilt of murder. That made you even closer than before. For now you shared a secret that both of you would take to your graves.

"I want to be remembered. I don't want to be a nobody. I want people to mourn my death, I don't want to be forgotten."

"What's so bad in that? You are always worrying about such complicated things. Chill out. Don't tell me that you are starting a 3 hour long monologue on the meaning of life again."

"Oh please don't be so boring. That's why we are given 80 years of life, right? To do enough, to be remembered. I don't want to waste away and end like a certain person. You think so too, don't you?"

"I guess so."

A comfortable silence enveloped you two. In fact, you've always loved these little walks through the night city. In these moments you've always felt the most free. Free to do what you want, free to talk about anything on your mind. And his presence made you reassured.

"You know, I've always wanted to be a doctor. A surgeon to be exact."

"Pffft, what, to save people? Now that I think about it, it kinda suits you. Kinda."

"Well, that was certainly very rude of you. I won't deny that I want to have their gratitude. But my reason is much more selfish than just saving people. You know, inside the operating room you have so much power over somebody's life," you closed your eyes. "People entrust everything to you, believe in you. It's funny how much control you can have over them. Whether they die or live depends on you. You are almost like a god?"

"You sound like you gonna murder your patients..."

"How could you! With all due respect, you are much more likely to murder someone!"

"And you are more likely to get away with it."

"That's ... true...So let's promise each other. To never go that far again."

You knew that after that day you both lost something extremely precious, something that couldn't be regained back.

Mother finally got another job and decided to relocate to another town.

"Let's stay friends forever" was your last promise to him. "Let's not forget each other" was your request. He was probably the most important person in the world to you, your first friend, the person who had shaped you to be who you were nowadays. He was your savior.

"I wonder what kind of person he will become?"

A/n: yay, that was so long haha. This is my first fic(and probably my last), so please don't judge Σ(゜゜) It existed in my mind for quite a long time and I finally decided to write everything down. Basically the story takes place before the events in the webtoon. Mainly because I had no idea how to integrate Y/n into the webtoon story. So I guess this is like Wolf's past? I love this man so much, although he is a really bad person. But he is so charismatic? Somehow the relationship between Y/n and Wolf turned out to be more platonic than romantic, but I hope that wasn't too much of a problem (this author can't write romance although reads so many).

At first, I wanted to write y/n as a cold, aloof genius. Yet somewhere along the line she became so flawed( a little selfish, has an inferiority complex, terribly lonely). I think, because she understands that, she strives to become perfect. As if that façade can mask all her flaws beneath. And because her life is constructed by lies, she finds Wolf's honesty very entrancing.

Wah, I love this man–

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marvelsmylife · 3 months

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Her touch

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Plot: he only craves her touch

a/n I'm in a cheerful mood. please send in your fluffiest (or even smuttiest) requests my way

Warning: implied smut. Az becoming the biggest simp.

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Azriel has been alive for over 500 years and has had multiple lovers throughout those years. Yet, it’s your touch that has him weak in the knees; and you weren’t even aware of it.

The first time it happened was a complete accident. You were helping Elain with bringing the dinner out for everyone when you accidentally placed your hand on Azriel’s shoulder. “Oh, sorry sugar. I thought I was holding your chair,” you apologized, removing your hand from his shoulder and disappearing into the kitchen.

Azriel didn’t know why, but he found himself becoming flustered with not only the nickname you gave him but also feeling your hand on his shoulder. Even if it only lasted a few seconds.

Everyone around the table noticed as well, but opted not to say anything; they knew better than to tease the spymaster. But they made a mental note to keep an eye on you for future interactions between you two.

The second time it happened was at the court of nightmares. Rhysand had business to take care of there and decided to bring all of you along.

Unfortunately, you got separated from the rest of the group and ultimately started getting pestered by one of Keir’s men.

You were praying to the mother that you find one of your friends to help you when you spotted Azriel leaning against a pillar. You ran towards him and whispered: “Please pretend I’m your mate. He won’t leave me alone.”

Azriel didn’t hesitate to get in front of you and shield you from the male making you uncomfortable. It took everything in Azriel not to kill the male that was in front of him because Rhysand clearly stated he didn’t want any deaths while they were there. “The female is my mate,” Azriel warned: “If I see you anywhere near her, I will gut you like a fish in front of everyone.”

The male huffed at Azriel’s threat but ultimately left.

As soon as he was gone, he turned to look at you. He was about to ask if you were ok when you wrapped your arms around him and repeatedly thanked him for what he did. “It’s ok. You’re ok. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you,” Azriel tried to soothe you, his hand resting around your waist.

When you finally pulled away, you pulled Azriel down and kissed him on his cheek: “My hero.”

Azriel swore his heart stopped beating when your lips made contact with his cheek. Before he could respond, Rhysand announced that they were leaving. You immediately went to Mors' side and quickly left the court of nightmares.

After that night, Azriel tried to get you to touch him any chance he got. His body craved your touch and would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

The others noticed Azriel’s efforts and started placing bets on how long it would take before he got the balls to tell you how he felt about you.

You, on the other hand, were obviously to the entire thing. Mor would tease you for your cluelessness and beg you to open your eyes to what Azriel was doing. She wanted you to be happy and knew Azriel would treat you right.

It wasn’t until one night when you and Azriel were alone at the house of wind that Azriel finally got what his body desperately craved. What was supposed to be light rain turned into a thunderstorm. Seeing as you hated thunderstorms so much, you quickly ran and lightly knocked on Azriel’s door and asked if you could stay with him. He agreed and brought you inside. He couldn’t help but smile as you curled up against him on his bed, and it took everything in him not to kiss you.

“I love this,” you started, taking his hands into yours: “I always feel safe with you around. Like I know you’ll kill anything and anyone who dares to threaten me.”

“Because I would,” Azriel whispered, bringing your hands up to his lips: “I would go as far as burning all of Prythian if you asked me to. Just to make you happy.”

You stared in shock at Azriel’s comment. None of the males you’ve been with in the past has ever expressed themselves the way Azriel has. Before you allowed yourself to second guess what you were about to do, you leaned in and kissed Azriel.

The moment your lips landed on Azriel’s, an overwhelming amount of lust rushed through Azriel’s body, and before he knew it, he found himself on top of you. His callous hands roamed your body, squeezing every inch of you as if he were making sure you were actually real.

As if you read his mind, you whimper: “Real, I’m real Az.”

That drove Azriel to groan before he began attacking your neck with kisses and slipping his hands under your nightgown. “Yes, you are,” Azriel lightly bit your collarbone before he finally removed your nightgown, and you lay naked beneath him: “So fucking gorgeous.”

Soft whimpers and moans escaped your lips as Azriel fucked you in every position he knew. Not stopping until you begged him to; too overwhelmed from the multiple orgasms you had thanks to Azriel.

There was silence for several minutes while you both basked in the post-orgasm bliss. Both of you wanted to speak but were too worried about breaking the silence until Azriel was brave enough to do it: “Do you regret it?”

“Regret what?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Regret what we just did,” Azriel replied, gently stroking your cheek.

“No, I don’t,” you stared at Azriel with nothing but love in your eyes: “If I have any regrets, it’s that I didn’t listen to Mor when she told me you had feelings towards me a few months ago. I know about the crush you harbored on her for centuries, and she’s absolutely gorgeous. I just thought you would never go for someone like me. Someone so bland and boring.”

There was a pain in Azriel’s eyes as he listened to the way you spoke about yourself. “Never speak about yourself in that manner. You are everything to me. You are the female that has my heart completely, and you are the female I choose to love.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt Azriel’s scarred hands brushing away the tears running down your cheeks. “I choose to love you too,” you murmured as you rested your head on his chest and drifted off to sleep.

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katareyoudrilling · 3 months

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Seen (Javier Peña One-shot)

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Summary: You’re the last person Javi wants to ask for a favor, but not for the reason you think.

Word count: ~2.2k

Rating: Mature (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Alternating POV, reader is a few years older than Javi (Javi could be a variety of ages) and has hair that could be worn up or down, wrinkles and laugh lines, a touch of angst, non-graphic sex

A/N: This isn’t quite what I expected it to be when I started working on it many many months ago. The idea was inspired by @famouslyanonymous musing that there didn’t seem to be any fics featuring a Pedro boy with a slightly older reader. I wanted to say a lot of things with this fic and I’m not sure I said any of them, but I hope you enjoy!

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“Fine.”

Fuck.

Javi slams down the phone and pinches the bridge of nose.

He needs a favor. Why does it have to be from you?

He can flirt his way through the department secretaries easily, but you, with your intelligent, assessing gaze… he swears you can see right through him.

The two of you have been crossing into each other’s orbits for a long time now. He can tell that you know… You know he’s not some DEA hero. You can see right through to the failure of a man he actually is.

He takes a long drag on his cigarette before stubbing it out and pushing away from his desk. “Fuck it.”

He pulls at the back of his neck as he makes his way to your department. He can already feel the tension headache beginning. If you won’t do this for him… he’d rather not think about it.

He approaches your desk nervously. “I need a favor.”

“Is that right?” you reply, continuing your work.

“I would really appreciate it.” If he can’t flirt, he can at least try to be polite.

“You aren’t going to compliment my nail polish or tell me how pretty my dress is?”

“Uh… I… what?” Javi stammers.

“I see what you do around here. Flirting with all the pretty young things to get your way. Not me though, probably because I’ve got 20 years on most of them and a few on you.”

“What? No! Fuck, you’re the most beautiful woman here.”

“Right,” you scoff. “It’s too late for the charm, Javier.”

He leans over your desk, gripping the edge. Moving himself into the halo of your perfume. “I’m telling you the truth,” he growls.

You lift your eyes to his and his knees go a little weak.

Who is he kidding? A class-act like you is never going to bend the rules for a man like him.

“Never mind,” he pushes off your desk and walks away.

When he returns to his desk later that afternoon, he’s surprised to find the file he needs sitting on his chair.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You lean back against the elevator wall and sigh. It has been a long day and all that has kept you going is the thought of getting out of your heels and pantyhose and onto your couch.

The elevator pings as the doors open on the garage level. You step out into the cool, echoey space. That’s when you see him.

He’s standing by your car, exhaling a plume of smoke, somehow not looking green and sickly under the florescent lights. He must hear the click of your heels on the concrete because he turns and puts out his cigarette as you approach.

“What are you doing here, Peña? Need another favor?”

“Thank you for the file. You didn’t have to do that.” He shifts his weight and looks down at his feet.

“Yeah, well, lord knows you get enough roadblocks thrown in your way. I don’t need to be one of them.”

Javier chuckles ruefully, “You have no idea.”

“If that’s all, I need to get going.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” Javier looks up at you, “To say thanks?”

Your feet and back are screaming at you not to get taken in by those puppy dog eyes, but there’s something simmering beneath the surface of his gaze. Something that makes you curious. His outburst earlier hasn’t left your mind. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little interested in where an evening with Javier Peña might take you.

“Counteroffer. How about you come over to my place in an hour. Bring the booze with you.”

Javier’s eyes light up in surprise.

“Don’t get any ideas, Peña. It’s been a long day and I don’t feel like going to a bar.”

“I didn’t have any ideas.”

You scoff and make your way to the driver’s side door, “See you later?”

He nods.

Javier stands aside as you pull out of your parking space and out of the garage. You can see him in your rearview mirror smoothing down his mustache, hand on one cocked hip. It should be an interesting evening.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You open the door to your apartment and Javi is momentarily stunned speechless. You’re wearing flowy, satin pants and a cardigan belted around your waist. You’ve removed your make-up and your jewelry. You’ve let down your hair.

You’ve never looked more beautiful.

You’re always stunning at work. Elegant, put-together, gorgeous. But here, now, you look so soft and relaxed. It’s as though you’ve taken off the armor you wear to the office.

Like he’s getting a glimpse of the real you.

He always tries to hide the real him. That façade might not work tonight… a frightening thought.

You step aside and motion him into the apartment. Javi swallows deeply and forces his feet to step inside.

“I brought whiskey, hope that’s ok.” He holds out the bottle to you.

“Definitely ok, I had a feeling.” You lead him to your couch. Two tumblers already sit on the coffee table. You uncork the bottle and pour two fingers in each glass.

You hand him his glass before swirling the amber liquid in your own.

He watches, mesmerized, as you breathe in the heady aroma and your eyes drift closed. You take a sip and sigh. His cock twitches.

“That’s good whiskey, Javier.”

“Call me Javi.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You didn’t expect it to be so easy to talk to him.

Somehow you’ve gravitated towards each other. Your knee now rests against his thigh. His arm stretches behind you on the couch. Whiskey glasses sit forgotten on the table. You only needed a few sips to relax before the conversation and laughter flowed.

Swapping stories of co-workers and old mutual friends. You realize you’ve never seen him smile before tonight.

It’s a shame.

His smile lights up the room.

Javi arches back against the couch and pinches the bridge of his nose. “It’s getting late.”

You make a non-committal noise in reply because your gaze has been captured by the expanse of his chest you can see through his gaping shirt.

Has his shirt been unbuttoned this much the whole time? Four buttons undone? Really? Why bother buttoning it at all?

Not that you’re complaining as you take in the view of his smooth, golden skin. You watch, hypnotized, as his chest rises and falls with each breath.

Your gaze travels upward, catching on the divot of his clavicle. The perfect place to breathe his scent.

His Adam’s apple snags your gaze next as it bobs in his throat. You have to swallow yourself, saliva pooling in your mouth at the thought of licking your way up his gorgeous neck.

His jawline comes into view. Strong and angular. Beautiful. Especially in contrast to his soft, plush lips.

They part slightly, revealing the most perfect crease in his lower lip.

Then there’s his nose. Noses shouldn’t be so arousing. It’s absurd. But there it is in all it’s aquiline glory. Like a goddamn sculpture.

You continue your journey up to his eyes and find that he’s staring at you, pupils blown.

Your mouth is suddenly dry as Javi slowly closes the distance between you, never breaking eye contact, giving you time to protest, until his lips meet yours.

A fire ignites in your body with the first touch of his lips. It burns from your head to your toes waking you up from your slow syrupy thoughts.

You climb onto his lap, knees on either side of his slim hips. His hands grip your waist. His heat bleeding through the thin fabric covering your center.

You break away from the kiss, breathless. Javi continues kissing down your throat, tugging at your cardigan. You sit back and reach between you, untying the belt and letting it fall off your shoulders.

Javi groans as he takes in the thin camisole you are wearing underneath. Your bra had come off along with the pantyhouse and heels. Your hard nipples poke against the silky fabric. They squeeze even tighter as Javi licks his lips.

“Fuck, bonita, you’re gorgeous,” he rasps. The sound goes straight to your core.

- - - - - - - - -

He didn’t come here for this.

Maybe he hoped initially. But it didn’t seem to be what you had in mind.

He wasn’t lying when he said you were the most beautiful woman at work. His eyes rove over your body of their own volition every time your paths cross. His ears tune into the sound of your laughter and even more to your witty and sarcastic remarks.

But he didn’t expect this… this connection.

You’ve set him at ease. Pulling stories from his memory that he thought were long forgotten. The urge to pour out his heart to you nearly chokes him.

You’re too good for him. Too smart, too strong, too confident. And oh, are you beautiful.

And now you’re above him, rocking into his cock, making the most heavenly sounds as you lick into his mouth. He can do sex and do it well. He can make up for everything he lacks with a good fucking.

Maybe fucking is all he’s good for.

“Take me to bed, Javi.”

He pauses. He expected your words, but somehow, they have caught him off guard. It wouldn’t be just a fuck with you. You’ve gotten under his skin. You’ve glimpsed his soul.

The words bubble up before he can’t stop them.

“I’m scared.”

- - - - - - - - - - -

His admission catches you off guard and you sit back. “Scared? Of what? I know I’m older than you, but it’s not like I’m some dried-out husk and bats are going to fly out of my vagina.” You push against his chest to get off his lap, annoyed and frustrated.

Javi growls and grabs your ass, pulling you back to him, holding you still while he finds his words. “Fuck, that’s not what I meant.” He huffs as he continues, “I’m scared because you… see me.”

The anger burns away as quickly as it came.

“I’m not the man most people think I am.” His big brown eyes that only moments ago held laughter and lust, fill with pain and doubt.

“Who are you, then?”

“Just a man. Trying. Failing.”

“I know.”

“You don’t want me.”

“What if I do?”

You’re surprised by your own admission. It’s the truth. You do want him. And not because he’s a ‘hero’ but in spite of it. You want the man you met tonight.

You watch his feelings war across his face. His body wants you, that is abundantly clear. You’re pretty sure his mind and heart do too, if he could only trust them.

“Have you been real with me tonight, Javi?” you ask, brushing the pads of your thumbs over his gorgeous cheekbones.

“Yes.”

“I won’t beg.” You’ve lived enough life to know a man that doesn’t want you isn’t worth your time. “But know that I do see you and I want you. The real you.”

His fingers dig into your hips and he swallows hard. “I’ve never done this.”

“I find that hard to believe.” That earns you a smirk, some sparkle returning to his eyes.

“You know what I mean. Real… I’ve never done real. At least not for a long fucking time.”

“I’m as real as they come, Javi. Wrinkles and all. Can you handle it?”

He brushes his fingers over the creases at the corners of your eyes and you melt. “You’re beautiful.”

You bring your lips back to his, gently testing. He wraps his arms around you, surging up into the kiss. Heat quickly builds between your bodies as your hands roam freely across his broad shoulders and up into his hair.

He groans against your mouth.

“Take me to bed, querida.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Your body is perfect.

Not in the way of youth – firm, angular, unblemished – but well-loved. Each part of you telling the story of a life well-lived.

He worships each curve of you. Reveling in what pleasure feels like with someone when he opens himself up. He kisses your softness, traces each wrinkle with his calloused fingers, delights in the sounds you make as he explores your body.

When you welcome him into your wet heat with a contented sigh, it nearly breaks him in two. You feel so right around him, moving with him, coming with him.

Sated and drowsy, he lays with you on your bed. You brush his hair off his forehead and trace your fingers over his laugh lines and the crease between his eyebrows. He’s lived some life too.

“Still scared?” you ask, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Yeah,” he rasps quietly, looking up at your soft smile, “but I think it might be worth it.”

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Bucky's here

Summary (Prompt): “Are you sure a kiss is all you want?”

Pairing: thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: teasing, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: <1K

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A/N: This story is based on @marvelouslizzie's prompt

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You’re not sure what’s worse: the way John talks about Bucky to you or how close his face is to yours.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, did I, Walker?”

“You’re with The Winter Soldier.”

You roll your eyes at his tone. You wonder what in your attitude made him think he has the right to speak like this. “Is that supposed to be an insult? At least he didn’t choose to get the super soldier serum out of weak-” You stop talking when he slaps the wall, right next to your head, keeping his hand there, probably trying to intimidate you. You flinch because of the sudden movement, but you don’t let him use this to his advantage. “You are so weak!”

“I was Captain America, you can’t say I am weak.”

“You were, yes. Past tense.” You snort, amused by his confidence, and look at his hand. “Drop it before my Winter Soldier boyfriend comes and breaks it for you.”

“He can’t do that since we got the same powers.”

You let out a laugh that echoes through the whole room. Does he really believe that?

“Is that what you tell yourself? That’s... interesting.”

“Very interesting, and I think we should test that.”

Bucky’s here! You look at the door, satisfied to see him coming toward you while taking off his gloves. What surprises you is the fact that John doesn’t move an inch as he just stares at Bucky. How delusional is this guy? Bucky was right, there’s no hope left for him.

“You can’t do anything to me, Barnes!”

“If you mean my parole, you don’t need to worry about it.” There is something about Bucky’s cynical smile that makes you feel very happy. It actually turns you on. You like his grumpiness, his sassiness, and his style.

“He thinks he’s on your level,” you remark. “Can you just,” you don’t have to finish the sentence as you wave around because you know that would be clear for him, and before John can even anticipate what is happening, he’s a few inches away from you with his hand behind his back, trying to fight Bucky’s hold. “Thank you, baby!”

“Want me to break his fingers?”

You pretend to think for a few seconds. It’d be fun, but also a waste of time, and all you want is to fuck the shit out of Bucky the moment you get home. Or maybe in the car. Or maybe in the bathroom. “Let’s go, I don’t want to be in the same room with him anymore.”

Bucky lets go quickly as he notices the neediness in your voice, but not before whispering something that you can’t quite catch, but John freezes and that is enough for you.

You smile and takes Bucky’s metal hand to you drag him out.

“You okay?” He asks concerned.

“I am perfect. You’re my hero.”

He stays completely still for a second, and you can’t help but gasp when you feel his lips on your jaw. He moves so fast.

“Your hero?”

You smile. “You’re always my hero, baby.”

“And doesn’t your hero deserve a reward?”

You look at him surprised, bringing your hand to his cheek. You wanted to touch his face all day. “Whatever you want. I can give you anything.”

He makes sure to check if there is anyone around before he grabs your ass. “A kiss.”

So innocent...

You smirk and happily get on your tip-toes to make him lean in a little less. He’s not patient at all, and the moment you press your lips on his, he immediately licks your bottom lip in order for you to get the idea and open your mouth.

As soon as he deepens the kiss, you forget where you are. It’s crazy how kissing can be so addicting and overwhelming every time. God, this man knows how to use his tongue! And his hands...

“There we go, sergeant,” you say, trying to catch your breath after breaking the kiss suddenly just to test his reaction.

He opens his eyes confused and squeezes your ass.

“Hmmm. Are you sure a kiss is all you want?”

“I’m gonna make you beg tonight, mark my words, doll!” It’s a warning you’ve been waiting for. You grab his chin, satisfied, and kiss his cheeks before dragging him to the car.

You wonder if you’re even gonna make it home.

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Woe out the Storm (11) - Holding out for a Hero

Wednesday Addams x female Reader

Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.

Story warnings: Wednesday Addams, violence, slow burn

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-Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat-

Wednesday woke up in a bed that was softer than her own, though not uncomfortable, something about it made her feel uneasy in a good way. And then the memories of her last waking moments came to her mind, and she couldn’t help but hide her face in the pillow.

Which wasn’t the right choice…

Her being in your bed only reminded her that you spent the storm last night outside. Well, in your shed, but she knew that was hardly the right protection from the storm for you.

She couldn’t even comprehend what possessed her to sleep in your bed, to blatantly ignore her allergy in favor of… whatever this was. It felt wrong, it felt like she was intruding on something, like she was forcing herself into a part of your life she had no business being in. That was how she felt.

She most certainly didn’t feel like she was trying to fill the void left by your absence.

So, she just remained there, after all, with you and Enid gone, she had nothing to worry about. No one else but her and Thing would know about this.

~X~

The damn rain was persistent. It’s been raining since last night and there were no signs it would stop anytime soon. Speaking of persistent, Enid was in your shed. She came to tell you the mayor died, but she stayed for other reasons…

“You have to go back to our room, Y/N! Look at you, you’re exhausted!” she exclaimed, worried and anxious for multiple reasons connected to you staying in the shed.

“Forget it,” yet you remained stubborn, lazily leaning back against your chair and throwing your head back. You really were exhausted. There were so many electronic devices in the shed and that was enough to make you even more on edge than you already were. One moment of weakness and you’d likely blow the entire shed up.

“Wednesday made a mistake, but you shouldn’t ruin all of your work over it!” Enid argued, throwing her hands down in frustration.

You narrowed your eyes at that. Wednesday… You cooled down, significantly, but you were still angry at her. Well, anger wasn’t quite the right word. “Why couldn’t she just take me with you? I could have done something,” you sighed, you were hurt, you were frightened by what could have happened. It was a similar feeling to seeing that person a few nights ago, only this time it wasn’t for you, but for Wednesday and Enid. Why couldn’t Wednesday just trust you to be able to help her?

“And put you in danger as well? Come on, Y/N, didn’t she do enough already?! She placed you in a bathtub filled with water!” Enid clearly couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You’ve done more than I did, you just accepted her right from the start and that’s how she responds?”

“Stop, Enid,” you closed your eyes, hoping she would get a hint and give up.

“I won’t stop, Wednesday doesn’t appreciate what either of us did for her,” she was hurt, she believed Wednesday didn’t care. In fact, you were willing to bet Enid was even more hurt by the fact Wednesday didn’t take you along than you were. To Enid it probably looked like Wednesday was more than willing to put her in danger while simultaneously making sure you weren’t in danger, at least the same kind of danger.

“And part of that is our fault as well. Yes, she’d cold, she doesn’t show her emotions and all that, but she’s honest. We both got exactly what she said she was, so you can either give up on being friends with her, or understand that’s how Wednesday works and accept it,” you’d accept it, but you just needed to get away from her for a few days so you could properly figure out what to do. You were trying to make sense of what you were feeling, because, whether you were willing to admit it or not, you knew you had it bad for the girl.

She was just… special. The way she accepted you, the way she wasn’t bothered by being seen with you in places that would imply a much more intimate relationship between you two, the way she wasn’t afraid of your lightning. You hated to admit it, but you craved that, and she was giving it to you, regardless of that probably being unconscious on her part. It wasn’t just her acceptance of you, she was ambitious, smart, not the easiest or warmest to approach to, but easy to be around as long as you knew what you were getting into. Wednesday would judge based on opinions, or behavior, but never for things out of your control, and you admired that. And, as you said to Enid, with Wednesday you got exactly who she said she was. If she said she wasn’t a friend material, she most certainly was right, she wasn’t a friend material in a more accepted definition of a friend.

And you were so stupidly drawn in by everything Wednesday you just knew you couldn’t let go. But she did hurt you, and she did make you angry, and she was reckless and made you worried. For all of that you needed some time away from her, and hopefully that would get the message across to her.

“I really can’t change your mind?” Enid asked, even if already knew the answer.

“Nope. My mind’s made up.”

~X~

You would be a liar if you said you weren’t expecting Thing to show up. “You’re not off the hook either, buddy,” you said as you looked at him. Unlike with Enid you couldn’t avert your eyes, you needed to watch the hand to know what he was telling you.

You wondered if anyone ever used Thing for ‘Talk to the hand’ joke.

He began signing, telling you basically the same words Enid did. That you needed to come back to your room for your own sake.

“I’m good here,” you refused, even if you weren’t, as you said, good here.

‘Wednesday misses you!’ he revealed, even if the statement didn’t make much sense. Still, you figured there must be something you wanted to accomplish because, even, or rather especially, if it was true he’d likely lose several fingers.

“Thing,” you sighed, not willing to hope. “She made her decision, and so did I.”

Yet, Thing remained stubborn. ‘She loves you!'

Your eyes widened at that, and you nearly lit up like fireworks from momentarily losing your focus. That would be a dumb way to die, especially since you'd take Thing with you, and you were sure Wednesday would bring your soul back to torment you for the rest of her life if that happened. “Come on, Thing. Sure, she doesn’t hate me, but she loves me? Don’t give me that,” you couldn’t just believe him, even if you were sure no one in this school knew Wednesday as well as Thing did. Hell, there might not be anyone in the world aside from her parents who knew her better than Thing and you were sure he could give even them a run for their money. It really depended on how much time she spent with Thing as a child.

‘She does!’ Thing remained adamant in his beliefs and kept claiming that.

“If she really misses me, well, first she needs to apologize for tying me up and leaving me in a bathtub. Then we can talk,” there, a compromise, you set definitive conditions for your return, and you were sure Thing would tell Wednesday what you wanted. Somehow, with Enid and Thing coming to talk to you, you almost felt like you and Wednesday were going through a breakup. Their reactions definitely backed that feeling up.

~X~

Reuniting with her uncle Fester and attending a funeral kept Wednesday’s mind off of you and Enid leaving. She was genuinely happy to see him and she always got along with him. And since he needed a place to lay low she had just the spot for him.

“This place belongs to a friend,” she said as they entered the beekeeper house.

“You actually made a friend? That poor kid will be going home in a body bag,” it was an understandable assumption.

Yet something clutched Wednesday’s heart and refused to let go as she looked away from her uncle. Eugene was still in a coma, she was told by her mother you might die for her, her vision made it clear you could be attacked by the monster, and you were already attacked a few nights ago, Tyler got hurt, Enid could have been hurt as well. It seemed like all she accomplished in her investigation was to get people hurt. She wanted to take it all back. To join another club and skip attending, to never start talking to you more than she needed, and the same went for Enid and Tyler, if she could take it all back and make sure you didn’t get close to her none of this would have happened to the four of you.

Only those who were Addams were safe, it seemed. The rest got hurt by being close to her.

Like Nero over a decade ago.

She truly was meant to be alone. Rejected by society and causing pain to those that didn’t reject her.

“Oh! I like a hideout that comes with snacks,” Fester’s excitement made her snap out of her thoughts.

“Those bees are hibernating. They’re practically Eugene’s children,” yet he still reached in to grab them. “That means do not eat them!” at least she could keep something precious to Eugene safe while he was in a coma, if she couldn’t fix what happened with you, Enid and Tyler.

Fester turned around, obviously puzzled by her reaction, but he put the bee back. “You know, when you give me that death stare of disapproval, you remind me of your mother,” he pointed out.

Great. Another reminded of her mother and what she said.

“Speaking of scary things, you know what kind of monster you’re dealing with?” he asked gleefully, much like a child that was excited about a new toy.

“I haven’t been able to identify it,” she handed him Xavier’s drawing and the moment he looked at it he seemed to recognize it.

“Oooh, it’s called a Hyde,” he revealed and handed the picture to her.

“As in Jekyll and Hyde?” she asked.

“Mhm.”

“You’ve seen one before?” finally, she was getting somewhere.

“In ’83, during my vacay at the Zurich Institute for the Criminally Insane. Where I got my first lobotomy, but you know lobotomies. They’re like tattoos. Can’t just get one,” he wasn’t focusing on what was important and she needed him to do that.

“Tell me about the Hyde,” she reminded him of her goal.

“Ah, Olga Malacova,” he seemed to be reminiscing. “Jeez. She had it all. Beauty, brains and a penchant for necrophilia,” he was getting sidetracked again. “Olga was a concert pianist until one night she transformed in the middle of a Chopin sonata. Massacred a dozen audience members and three music critics.”

“What triggered her? Or did she just change on her own? How was she stopped?” she needed to know all of those information. At least now she was certain the monster, the Hyde, was also a human.

“No idea about the first two, but a raiju stopped her. Raiju are usually handy when dealing with outcasts as strong as Hydes, fight fire with fire, or fire with lightning in this case,” again with raiju being useful. It was as if the entire world wanted to make fun of her for getting attached to you, a raiju.

“There’s never been any mention of Hydes in any outcast book,” she was frustrated, but she couldn’t let him know what was the other reason for her frustration. “And Nevermore is reputed for having the best collection,” she nearly snapped, irked by everything going on.

“You try Nathaniel Faulkner’s diary?” Fester suggested and her silence and turning around to face him again clued him in that she didn’t. “Mmmm! Before he founded Nevermore, Faulkner traveled the world, cataloging every outcast community.”

“How do you know this?” it wasn’t an information she expected Fester to have.

“You think your parents can’t keep their hands off each other now, oy vey. I showed up unannounced one night in Gomez’s dorm room, let’s just say I wasn’t interrupting a pillow fight,” he chuckled at his own joke.

“Uncle Fester!” she was growing tired of unnecessary details. “The diary, where is it?”

He gave her a restrained laugh and focused once again. “Nightshades Library. Your dad parked me there and said I should settle in for a long stretch and that’s when I found this nifty little safe. I was hoping for a stash of cash or jewels, but instead I found a diary.”

“We’ll sneak into the Nightshades Library tonight. In the meantime, lay low,” she instructed him, hopefully that would be enough to keep him out of trouble.

“Is Elijah’s kid coming with us? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a raiju shift!” his words made Wednesday freeze for a moment.

Of course, her parents told him about you.

“She’s not, and she won’t shift,” she opened the doors and left before he could reply. Only then did she remember to remind him of one last crucial detail. “And leave the bees alone!” she warned sternly, and just in time as he turned to grab the bees the moment she first stepped outside.

~X~

Thing was more than a little annoying. He actually went to talk to you, traitorous hand. ‘Just talk to her and apologize!’ Thing had the guts to demand that of Wednesday.

“Do you want me to apologize for putting people in danger or for keeping them out of it, make up your mind,” Wednesday was losing her patience with him with every word he said.

‘You miss Y/N!’ he claimed, as if he could understand how she felt.

“Don’t get involved with this, Thing. I won’t warn you again,” she seethed, already feeling the turmoil in her heart due to his bold, albeit true, claim. She did miss having you around, even more so now that she knew what the monster was.

It was ridiculous, how she wanted to share her information with you, yet wanted to keep you as far from the case as possible in order to keep you safe. It was a paradox of sorts. “I have more important business to attend to,” she stopped paying attention to Thing’s persistent attempts to get her to talk to you. She wouldn’t. You made it clear you were angry at her.

You made it clear you didn’t want to see her.

And if this would keep you alive, then this was the best option.

For you, at the very least.

And for Wednesday as well, after all, she’d rather know you were alive and well, than carry the guilt of your death on her consciousness.

~X~

Despite an unwanted interaction with Xavier things were going as planned and Thing opened the safe holding the diary.

Wednesday took it and then a pocket watch caught her eye. “Was that Faulkner’s?” she asked, assuming it was, but somehow she still felt the need to ask.

“Hmm? No, I think it was some raiju’s from way before Faulkner. Faulkner believed it would keep the school safe or something,” Fester told her.

Wednesday frowned, again with a raiju. Knowing her luck it probably belonged to Diego, Goody’s raiju, and she wanted nothing to do with it. But her fingers still brushed against it and her head snapped back.

When Wednesday opened her eyes, she was in the middle of a burning field, Diego, Goody’s raiju, was in his beast form, staring down Crackstone.

“Cursed beast, I shall vanquish you where you stand!” Crackstone yelled, sending torrents of fire toward the blue wolf, yet the raiju remained still, countering the flames with his lightning. It looked like Crackstone was trying to restrain him, but whenever he managed to do it, Diego would simply turn into lightning and move.

Seeing the exhaustion on Crackstone’s face, Wednesday realized they’ve been fighting for a while and the pilgrim was at his limit. And Diego knew that too, as he shifted back into his human form, not a single wound on his body, though it was littered with old scars. “You’re wrong Joseph. I’ll vanquish you, I shall end Goody’s quest for vengeance tonight,” he raised his hand, gathering lightning around it to end the man’s life in one attack. “Your ambush was a mistake.”

His eyes were yellow, and Wednesday thought she figured out how it worked. Red eyes turned to orange when shifting, orange turned to yellow, and yellow to blue, indicating increased heat of lightning that came with shifting into the beast form. The stronger the raiju, the hotter the lightning, she supposed.

But then Crackstone began laughing. “You are a beast cursed by arrogance, be judged by God, my own and your own!”

Diego looked puzzled for a moment, but then a figure appeared behind him. Wearing a battle armor similar to that of a samurai and wearing a cloak to cover the head, the most striking feature of the figure were completely blue eyes and Wednesday recognized them. Those were the same eyes she saw in her vision.

Lightning burst from the figure, forcing Diego to jump to the side and shift, at the very least he was doing much better than you did, as he immediately countered. He fired bolts of lightning from his mouth, destroying the ground around the hooded figure, man, Wednesday guessed judging by the size and shape of Diego’s enemy.

Yet the man merely raised his hand, halting the advances of Diego’s lightning bolts with his own lightning. Was he a raiju too? With his eyes already blue despite not being in the beast form? By Wednesday’s logic it would mean he was stronger than Diego, and from the looks of it that was the case.

Diego landed on the ground and paused, waiting for the man’s attack. It never came, the man was simply content with observing him. Diego’s howl mixed with the sound of thunder as massive amounts of electricity began surrounding him. His body began turning entirely into lightning and he rushed the man, hitting him right in the chest and lifting him off the ground. Diego’s attack was brutal, zapping and slamming into the man from different angles repeatedly and gaining speed and power with every attack.

To finish it, he fired three more lightning bolts from his mouth and landed back on the ground.

Wednesday watched in awe as lightning danced around Diego, following his every whim, and responding to his will. Not a single spark was wasted, he was in complete control, and Wednesday wondered how it would look like when you achieved this kind of control.

The other raiju got up, the cloak covering his head was gone, revealing that it was, in fact, a man. He looked like he was around forty, with blue hair that spiked up as if constantly pushed up by lightning. His smirk revealed sharp teeth, and an angry, almost animalistic look on his face made the sight of him chilling to most people.

The beast and the man clashed, lightning bursting around both of them, destroying and reshaping the field. They rose up to the skies, clashing so fast Wednesday barely managed to keep up with them. She could see Diego biting down on the man’s forearm, yet his teeth didn’t pierce the man’s skin, instead the attack only left Diego open for a lightning strike right to the mouth and the blood coming from it made it clear Diego’s throat got severely damaged.

Yet, Goody’s raiju didn’t stop. He backed away, charging up lightning and forming a spear out of it to send straight at the man. Judging by the intensity of lightning Diego gathered, Wednesday guessed it was one of his stronger abilities, yet the man just caught and crushed the spear in his bare hands.

The man created a tornado of lightning around him and Diego, trapping them both, yet he didn’t seem worried in the slightest as the tornado closed in on them and exploded in a burst of lightning and sparks. That display, done by simply clapping his hands together, was more powerful than anything Wednesday saw you, your father or Diego do, and it left a massive crater on the ground and Diego severely injured and covered in blood. The man didn’t take any damage from his own attack.

Despite taking all those hits, and his own attack, the man just brushed the dirt and dust off his armor, as if asking Diego if that was all he could do. Diego, defiant to his likely end, got back up, much to the man’s clear amusement. The man disappeared, he didn’t even zap like you did, he just vanished and appeared in a burst of lightning next to Diego. His fist, engulfed by lightning, just barely missed Diego, but then an arc of lightning came as a follow-up to the uppercut, catching and wounding Diego.

The wolf howled in pain, whimpering as lightning, probably for the first time in his life, left him paralyzed. What followed was an effortless toying with the wolf raiju, slamming him into the ground, just slightly shifting to the side to dodge the counterattack, and then hitting Diego with another lightning until Goody’s raiju shifted back into his human form.

He didn’t look hurt, and that made Wednesday think the injuries to one form didn’t transfer to the other. The pain probably did, as Diego fell back, writhing on the ground from the aftereffects of lightning strikes he endured.

“Without beast,” Diego gasped, barely able to sit up and though he didn’t finish his sentence Wednesday understood what he meant. The enemy had defeated him without even using the beast form raiju had.

“Beast?” for the first time the raiju spoke. He laughed, throwing his head back and covering his eyes. “You have grown arrogant, my beast!” lightning crackled in the man’s hand. Wednesday didn’t understand what he meant but seeing Diego’s eyes fill with terror she realized Goody’s raiju finally understood something.

“Raijin,” he hung his head low, accepting the defeat and imminent death as lightning struck him. His enemy disappeared in a flash of lightning, and Wednesday watched as Diego’s eyes, blue, not from being a raiju, but from the amount of lightning that struck him, clung to life.

“Diego!” that was Goody’s voice, she made it to the battlefield only to grasp her raiju’s hand as he breathed his last breath.

Wednesday gasped, her vision was over, and she realized Fester and Thing were next to her. Thing stuttered as he asked her if she was okay.

“What happened? You were unconscious for fifteen minutes! Morticia’s visions never lasted that long!” her uncle was equally worried.

“I’m fine,” she said, despising how shaky her voice was, even if most people wouldn’t notice it. She finally knew what attacked you, and considering how easily Diego was defeated it was a miracle that you didn’t get killed at the mayor’s office. But there was no mistaking it. Those blue eyes were the same blue eyes she saw when she touched you that night. And it didn’t make any sense. How was the same person alive over four hundred years later? Or was the power passed down in that form? She didn’t understand it, and she needed to because if that was after you now, she’d need all the information she could get her hands on to make sure you survived.

~X~

“These are some sweet digs. How’d you swing your own single? And where’s the raiju kid?” Fester asked as he looked outside the window of her room.

“My former roommates couldn’t handle my toxic personality,” she refused to answer questions related to you. As she flipped through the pages she was looking for two things, the Hyde and, as much as she wouldn’t admit it, raiju. The Hyde was the first one she found and she showed it to Fester. “Here it is. Faulkner describes Hydes as artists by nature but equally vindictive in temperament. Born of mutation, the Hyde lays dormant until unleashed by a traumatic event or unlocked through chemical inducement or hypnosis. This act causes the Hyde to develop an immediate bond with its liberator, who the creature now sees as its master. It becomes the willing instrument of whatever nefarious agenda this new master might propose.”

“Anyone willing to unlock a Hyde is a next-level sicko,” Fester commented, but that wasn’t important to Wednesday, no, another information was much more crucial to her investigation.

“That means I’m not looking for one killer, but two. The monster and its master,” the knocking on her door made her put the diary away before anyone, likely Thornhill, could see it. And it was Thornhill, luckily, Fester managed to hide in time.

Thornhill sighed as Wednesday approached her. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I was just working on my novel,” she easily lied to cover up what she was actually doing.

“Enid has requested to room with Yoko for the rest of the school year,” Thornhill’s words made Wednesday feel like someone was stabbing her in the back with a serrated knife.

“She did?” she tried to keep her voice neutral, as if she was already expecting this. Somehow, the reality of Enid leaving only now became something she fully understood. Because up until now Enid’s departure, as well as your own, felt temporary, as if it would end when Enid and you decided you had enough.

“When there’s a falling out, I like to get both girls’ perspectives on what happened, you two seemed as thick as thieves,” Thornhill continued, clearly expecting an answer from Wednesday.

Wednesday turned away and took a few steps to distance herself from Thornhill. “Ultimately, thieves turn on each other. I’ve seen it with my own eyes.”

“Deflect all you want, but you and I both know that you care about Enid. And you have to admit she managed to bring out a spark of warmth in you,” well, Wednesday found that to be rather offensive. “Oh, don’t worry,” Thornhill raised her hand slightly. “Just a tiny spark.”

Wednesday crossed her arms at that, though she remained silent.

“Barely perceptible to the average eye, but I noticed. Part of the dorm experience is making friends with people that you wouldn’t normally connect with. And those friendships often turn into lifelong bonds,” Thornhill was trying to get her to fix things with Enid, but she wasn’t saying a word about you.

Wednesday didn’t need any more of those lifelong bonds, the one her mother claimed she had with you was already enough of a torture, even for her. “I would rather buy a rope.”

“Is it really so difficult for you to admit that you made a friend, and now that she’s gone you might actually miss her?” Thornhill asked, consistently focusing only on Wednesday’s relationship with Enid. Perhaps starting off on the wrong foot with you really did make Thornhill see you as only a lightning beast that could lose control.

“I’ll survive alone, I always have,” Wednesday refused to comply, if Enid made her choice, then so be it.

“Well, if that’s your decision, I’ll submit the forms to Principal Weems,” she seemed disappointed, she even shook her head slightly before turning to leave.

“What about Y/N?” Wednesday asked before she could stop herself.

Thornhill turned around, sighing heavily. “She can’t room anywhere else, so whether Principal Weems forces her to come back, or she willingly comes back here, there’s no other room for her. I managed to keep her absence hidden from Principal Weems, but I suggest the two of you find a solution before other people find out. Acting this recklessly could cause Y/N to shift, and even if she doesn’t, taking this additional risk alone might be enough to get her expelled.”

Wednesday swallowed the lump in her throat as Thornhill left. You were aware of the potential consequences, and dangers of your choice, yet you still made them. Wednesday wouldn’t get involved.

“Raiju kid will be fine,” Fester came up to her with a grin on his face. “If she’s anything like her dad she’s resilient and as adamant on staying in control as Elijah was at her age,” that brought some comfort to Wednesday, but she refused to address him when it came to you.

Once left alone, Wednesday went back to the diary and began flipping through the pages again. Aimlessly she began walking around, the diary in hand, until she sat down on the bed and moved to lie down. Your scent caught her attention and she realized too late that she, once again, went to your bed instead of her own. It wouldn’t hurt to spend the night there again.

So, she continued flipping the pages until she found what she was looking for. Faulkner’s notes on raiju.

The images revealed various beasts, with varying amount of lightning coming from them. Faulkner noted the solitary nature of raiju, their struggle with water, the docile behavior unless there was a storm going on. The beast form, was, in fact, something raiju had no control over, shifting into an animal closest to their nature. The beast form was driven mostly by instinct, unable to speak or fully comprehend human speech. He confirmed Wednesday’s theory on the eye color and the heat of the lightning, and she took note of the control indicator in the beast form. The less lightning came out of raiju’s body while they were in beast form the more in control they were. By the end of the text Wednesday thought she didn’t learn anything new, or significant, other than the level of control and the nature of the beast form, only for the biggest revelation to strike her right at the end.

‘Raiju aren’t natural outcast community, they were originally normies, punished by Raijin to turn into beasts during storms and forced to, during said storms, follow his command. As Raijin created more raiju some escaped, spreading around the world, and passing down the ability to transform.’

Wednesday closed the diary and left it next to your bed, her mind filled with thoughts of you, of your argument. As rain once again began falling she barely stopped herself from going out to get you.

A/N: Surely you didn’t think we’d have raiju without raijin being involved, right? Four chapters to go people!

#wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #jenna ortega x reader

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~ NETEYAM X FEM! AVATAR! READER ~

Night Witch

summary: After waking up from a long coma after the war, you meet Jake's kids. While spending time with Neteyam especially, you develop more than just a great friendship with him.

includes: fluff, physical contact, kissing, falling in love, mentions of death, grief, blood, war, coma, jealousy

SFW

9k words

(Inspired by the Song 'Night Witches' fron Sabaton and the female heroes, the Night Witches themselves.)

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The massive bloodshed had begun.

Eywa had heard Jake's desperate call for aid. And yet, everything seemed so hopeless. Screams filled the air all around. Fire, as far as your vision went. The earth was ablaze. Machine guns and bombs almost ripped your ears apart. Blood and smoke blurred your sight. "Rogue 1 is hit. Sorry Jake."

Trudy's voice echoed from your headset through your brain. Your eyes widened at the sound. A loud shatter followed through her mic.

"Trudy?! Trudy! Where are you?! Trudy!" With a hesistant grip, you activated your mic as well.

Desperate cries for her didn't make her answer. Soon the connection broke.

"Trudy!" Your eyes filled with tears, they rolled over your cheeks and down your throat. "Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!" Your entire body froze, yet your grip around your weapon tightened so much it felt like your hand would fall off. As your vision blurred, your focus got lost in the massacre.

The winged creature beneath you cried out loud, it's shriek made you squint your eyes, even more as it lowered its height uncontrollably fast.

"Eluri! Stay with me!" you screamed, until you felt your tsaheylu fail. Your ikran had been shot, pulling you into certain death with itself. There was no way out.

A last grip to the unmute button of your headset. "Jake, we're going down..." you mumbled in tears, as your whole body started to tense up and shiver at the same time as you saw the distance of the earth and you shortening rapidly with each blink of your eye.

"So, that's it... Eywa, be with me... "

~~~

Your entire body felt so heavy. The voices around you caused your pointy ears to twitch. "She's awake! She's back guys!"

"(Y/N), can you hear me?"

"Let me through! Now!"

"Dad, what's going on?"

"Ma Jake, let her wake up at least!"

These voices were not just english, but also Na'vi.

Someone lifted your eyelid, you tried to squint lightly at the unpleasant touch.

"Mmh... Jake? Neytiri?"

The few words you mumbled were merely a whisper, but the people around you seemed to be cheering happily about it.

As some strength came back to you, you blinked a few times. Once your eyes focussed after a few seconds your weak gaze met the faces of Jake, Neytiri, Max, Norm and a few younger, unfamiliar Na'vi.

Jake pulled you into a tight hug right away. Neytiri knelt next to you, observing you with a wide smile. They all looked as if a ton of bricks had fallen off their chest.

As Jake lifted your upper body into his embrace, Norm placed some blankets and pillows behind your back. Once Jake had let go, you leaned into the soft supporting material, almost sitting up fully.

"You're safe. Everything is safe." Jake spoke softly. "Quaritch is dead, but the battle isn't over yet."

Neytiri touched your face gently, as you looked down at your hands and body; you were still inside of your Avatar.

"Your human body didn't make it, you had a heart attack when your avatar crashed down. However, for some reason, your Avatar made it. It survived your crash." Max announced in a low volume.

"Eywa watched out for you."

Neytiri said in a gentle voice while tucking some hair strands behind your ear.

"It's a miracle, truly... I'd say you guys haven't changed, but damn..."

They had certainly all aged.

"You have been in a coma for..." Norm didn't manage to bring it out completely.

"I've recorded some brain activity about two days ago. I called Jake immediately as I saw you twitching."

"It's been 13 years."

Jake finally spit out.

Realization hit you. 13 long years had passed. You had missed so much time yet nonetheless, seeing these people lightened your eyes up.

"I have to see Grace and Trudy! They'll be so happy to see me after all that time!"

The following silence in the room felt like thick air.

"(Y/N)... They both died. Don't you remember?"

The pictures flashed back into your head. It felt like a torn, distant memory. These were some of your last memories. All the blood, the sound of heavy machinery, the screams, Trudy's last words. It was all back in your head.

Neytiri was the one to embrace you now, trying to calm you with soft pats over your hair. "They are with Eywa now."

After Neytiri had let go of you, your eyes scanned the room. Just now you truly noticed these younger Na'vis.

You blinked a few times, shoving your memories far away to the back of your head. A joke would certainly lift the energy in the room.

The children looked at you, a bit confused and yet so interested. One of them wore a headgear you remembered from flying Ikrans.

"I see you already gave up on me, getting some new apprentices there to do my job, huh?"

They all chuckled and looked at the children again.

"I want to introduce you to our children. Hey kids, come a step closer and say hello to our good friend."

You tried to get closer and gathered some strength to sit on the edge of the bed, then reached a hand out to his children.

"I know I am not one from the sky people anymore, but back on earth, we used to shake hands as a greeting" you said in Na'vi with a friendly smile on your face.

One of the boys made the first approach. He was wearing a head gear. His ears twitched as he lowered his head a bit and stretched his hand out to you, shaking yours gently. "I'm Neteyam. It's a pleasure to meet you."

He seemed so mature for his age, it amazed you almost.

"Hello Neteyam. Your parents chose a beautiful name for their- hmm, eldest son, right?"

He nodded with a smile and stepped aside. "Well", you added, "if you're their son, you're going to be a strong warrior one day."

"He already is. He will be next Olo'yektan." Neytiri's words were filled with pride.

Next up was his brother. He also shook your hand with a light smirk on his face. "I'm Lo'ak. Your Na'vi is really good!" he even spoke english.

"My my Lo'ak," you answered in their mother language, "that's impressive! But so is your engli-"

"I'm Kiri!" A sweet girl chimed in. God, she looked so much like Grace. She could've been her reincarnation.

"You've known my mother?" she asked with a hopeful look.

You swallowed and shook her hand as well.

"It's a long story. But yes, this is Grace's daughter. I'll explain everything later." Jake interrupted as he noticed your surprised visage. You took a deep breath.

"Kiri, is it? Well Kiri, your mother was a good soul and a wonderful teacher. You look alike, a lot."

"I have so many questions-"

"Kiri." Neytiri called like a warning, so she stepped back frowning.

The youngest of them hid halfway behind Kiri.

"She doesn't bite, Tuk. She's our friend." Neytiri encouraged her, making you giggle.

She hesitantly came forward and shook your hand too. As she realized that you were not as scary as she thought, she even smiled.

"Tuk is your name?"

"Tuktirey." Neytiri explained.

"But my friends can call me Tuk!"

You tilted your head with a slight grin. "That means I can call you...?"

"...Tuk!" She answered after a second, her smile warming up even more by now.

Norm left to fetch you something to drink while Max checked the machines that were still attached to you.

"See? No reason to be scared." Neteyam threw in and Kiri patted her head.

"But mom and dad said she was a ruthless hunter?"

"Against sky people. Ironic, isn't it?" Neytiri nodded at your clarification.

Jake held one arm around your shoulders, then looked to Neteyam, as his oldest son leaned over to his brother. "What was her name again?" he mumbled, but everybody heard.

"Oh god, you all told me your names and I still haven't formerly introduced myself, hah!

I am (Y/N). Your father and I met here through the program. The humans tried to create avatars for younger people too since they adapt better. I was 16 during the great battle."

Everyone was thrilled about your biography. Even the older people around you still couldn't help but be amazed that a 16-year old human girl in her avatar was so skilled with weaponry or even getting used to the ways of the Na'vi. But here you were.

It was clearly visible how happy and relieved your friends were. Although it was Jake who looked the most relieved. Suddenly, Neteyam's eyes widened in both realization and shock.

"Wait, you're the unseen rider who took a rocket launcher onto her ikran and took out countless RDA units?!"

Jake nodded. "She took out more helicopters than me. Many Na'vi know her name."

Lo'ak gasped.

Neteyam grabbed his brother by his shoulder and turned Lo'ak to face him. He gulped as they looked at each other.

"Bro...", Lo'ak swallowed before they looked back at you again, as Neteyam, wide-eyed, almost whispered

"You're the Night Witch."

~~~

It didn't take long to for you to get used to living amongst the other Na'vi. The entire Sully family gathered for dinner. Neytiri had prepared the most delicious fruit bowls for everyone, including you since you were somehow a part of them again.

Since you've woken up from your coma almost a year ago you had decided to stay in the forest with the Sullys, eventually checking in on Max' laboratory for some health checks.

Hungry as everyone was, you all charged at the food, yet a pair of arms kept everyone away from the bowls.

"Uh-uh, no. Kids, what do we say before we eat?"

Jake said in an almost sarcastically calm tone.

Loak rolled his eyes, Tuk sighed.

As usually, you all formed a circle around the food, sat down and closed your eyes.

Each and everyone grabbed their neighbour's hand. On your right side was Tuk, who swung your hand rythmically. With a smile you peeked over to the other side too, seeing Neteyam sit next to you. He caught you peeking at him and copied your facial expression while fishing for your hand.

With a lovely smile you took his hand and his fingers firmly wrapped around yours.

Shortly after, Neytiri cleared her throat to speak. "Thank you, great mother, for this nourishing meal."

Once she was done with her short prayer, everyone finally dug into the food. "Man, I've been hungry all day!" Neteyam exclaimed while shoveling the food into his mouth.

"How many times have I told you to eat properly before spending all day on your ikran?" Jake sighed with a shaking head.

Lo'ak sight-eyed his brother a while, his full mouth turned into a grin. "One day you'll grow some wings on your own, bro." He spoke even before swallowing. There was no time to lose when it came to joking opportunities.

"Hey, no talking unless your mouth is empty!" Kiri brought herself into the conversation as well, but Lo'ak just rolled his eyes a bit.

"Kids, we can talk after eating."

Some time later, as everyone was done, you all stacked your bowls.

"It's Kiri's turn to do the dishes!" Tuk exclaimed, yet Kiri just crossed her arms. "Actually, Lo'ak owes me one."

"How come?" Jake asked, holding his youngest son by his wrist as he tried to sneak off.

"He lost a bet to Kiri." Neteyam explained with a grin.

"What bet?" Jake furrowed his brows.

You were the one to speak up now. "That I couldn't beat Neteyam's flight time of 6 minutes and 25 seconds."

Kiri gathered all infos for Jake at once while triumphantly smirking at the younger brother.

"I guessed she would beat him in a race. It took (Y/N) 10 seconds less."

Jake held out his hand to high-five you, which you did.

"Well done. Looks like it's really Lo'aks turn then." Neytiri watched the situation in awe. This was her family. This was all she ever needed.

"Your new ikran is very strong, (Y/N). Fast and agile. I see you two are training very hard."

Jake looked at you and Neteyam. He couldn't have wished for a better friend for him. Someone that was full of potential, someone worthy.

"So, uhm... Jake, can I talk to you?"

He expected that already, so he got up and gestured you to accompany him on a walk.

A bit deeper into the forest, you followed him with slow steps. The ground beneath your feet glowed brightly with every step.

"What is it, sweetheart?" he asked, pacing through the bioluminescent plants slowly. They started to light up at his gentle touch as well.

You cleared your throat lightly before you spoke. "It's been a while since we've had time to sit down and have a few minutes to talk."

"That's your own fault if you're spending all day flying around with Neteyam. You know you can always come to me, alright? You're like a daughter to me."

His words made you smile.

Your eyes followed a couple of bearded dragons fly by before you answered.

"I know, but..."

"Yeah, you rather stay out there with Neteyam. Training your flying skills. You're a wonderful support to him and us, you teach him so much. And you're not as bad of an influence as Lo'ak."

Both of you giggled before Jake climbed up a tree with a few skilled movements, then he reached his hand out to you, so you followed. From up here, even if it was just a few meters above the ground, the wildlife seemed even more incredible.

"Lo'ak is trying hard to be like him, don't be so hard on him. They are your sons, Jake. Not Marines."

Jake huffed.

"I hope some of that good influence of yours does get into Lo'aks thick skull too. Maybe you should spend more time with him."

Somehow, the thought of spending less time with Neteyam felt unpleasant, and it showed in your face. The man noticed straight away, a grin appeared on his face.

"You don't have to spend less time with Neteyam. Maybe just take Lo'ak with you next time? Or do you want to be alone with him?"

Slightly perplexed, you blinked a few times, feeling your heartbeat quicken.

"What? No- huh? How do you even-"

"Hey, calm down, we don't have to talk about it."

"Good, good..."

Damn, this was embarrassing. Of course you liked spending time with his eldest son. The two of you were bonding extremely fast and well. You learned from each other and sometimes even stayed up late at night because he loved listening to your stories.

"But, do you like him in any specific way?"

"Eh? I-I..."

He just laughed it off as he saw how shy you got all of a sudden, unable to speak without stammering, ears twitching.

"Change of topics?"

"Y-yes, please."

"Alright, sorry, my dear."

A few seconds passed in silence before the man suddenly became all serious.

"Was it scary to be in the air again for the first time after...?"

A lump built up in your throat that made it almost even hard to breathe.

"The first time I flew alone, yeah. But luckily, Neteyam let me fly with him on his ikran before."

"Wait, what? I didn't know?"

"You weren't supposed to. I was pretty insecure about it."

"You, the famous Night Witch? Insecure about flying?"

It was hard to believe that even you could be weak. He had known you as a young but brave warrior.

"Jake, part of me died when my ikran was shot. Literally."

One of his hands rested on your shoulder.

"But you're back. In full power and with a new ikran. Have you chosen a name already?"

It took you a deep breath to answer without your eyes tearing up.

"Rogue One."

When he realized, it also made him very emotional. It was not a Na'vi name, but it had a special meaning.

"You named it after Trudy's helicopter?"

"Uhuh..."

He nodded approvingly, also taking a deep breath.

"She would be so proud of you."

"I think, this is the only thing I haven't come to terms with yet. All the other wounds healed."

"You'll get there too. If there is anything I can help you with, talk to me."

You and Jake both noticed someone coming closer, so you decided to cut the conversation here. It relieved you somehow to talk about everything that had happened.

The man grinned, hit your arm with his elbow gently.

"Look, your future husband~" Jake quietly mumbled as you both saw that it was Neteyam who came closer.

"Oh shut up, Marine." you growled while rolling your eyes before you climbed down from the tree.

Landing right next to Neteyam, you gestured a traditional greeting towards him, and he copied with a flashing smile.

"I've been looking for you already, you've been missing for longer than expected."

Ah, how much you loved the accent he had adapted from his mother. That alone made you feel warm around your heart. His voice was so pleasant to you and it calmed you down every single time.

"Been missing your (Y/N)?" Jake teased, still sitting in the tree.

The face you sent towards the man was deadly, but he just chuckled.

"Uhm..." Neteyam needed a moment to think of what to say, so he just chuckled awkwardly, trying hard to keep his tail calm.

"Actually I wanted to talk to you, dad."

"What a coincidence. Come up here, my son." Jake gestured him to climb up, but before he did so, the younger man looked back to you.

"Hey, you still wanna hang out later?"

The smile he gifted you was so genuine. You felt your cheeks burn everytime you looked at him.

He definitely had a special place in your heart.

"Sure thing."

"Great, I'll come to your place then after this."

While Neteyam then climbed up to his father, you shot a daring glare up to Jake. You hoped his son's english wasn't good enough for him to understand.

"I'll turn your wife into a widow if I should find out that you tell him about that awkward convo."

The man mimicked zipping his mouth and throwing the key away, so you gave a small nod before turning to leave.

~~~

While Neteyam and Jake were talking, you stayed in your tent and and went through some old pictures. Norm had brought them over after he had found them in your old RDA locker.

Completely drowned in your memories, you looked at them, tracing over the faces of your dead friends softly. "I miss you..." you mumbled with a cracked voice. Many times you would just look at them to keep them in your memory, especially since Trudy was human and you couldn't connect with her through Eywa.

As you skipped through further pictures, the corners of your lips curled up. One of them showed you in your RDA clothes. A white tank top and camouflage pants combined with some thick black boots.

Yet, it didn't show your avatar, but your human body.

"I can't even imagine you being so tiny and... not blue."

Neteyam's voice suddenly emerged from behind. He crouched next to you and carefully took the picture out of your hands to get a closer look.

"How did you know this was me?" You asked flustered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

The young man just looked at you with a deadpan face.

"Even if you are not in your original body anymore, you kept your features."

"Especially the eye color" you joked, bringing some more emotion into his face again.

"Your skin was so different then."

He sincerely took his time to observe every little detail about the picture over and over again.

"You don't like it?" you mumbled quietly, to which he clicked his tongue.

"Oish! It's just not like it is now but I still like it on you."

While he was busy taking in all these little details you took a look at the other pictures.

As he glanced over to the ones in your hand he stopped you for a moment.

"That's Kiri's mother, right?"

With one finger, he pointed at the ginger haired doctor. She leaned against her desk with a cigarette in her hand while you sat on her chair with a book about Na'vi language in your lap.

"Yeah that's her." You explained, pulling up the next picture.

Neteyam leaned a bit closer to get an even better look. While he inspected it closely, you noticed how near he actually was to you right now.

You swallowed as you watched his features glisten in the low light.

"How tall were you?" he asked and sat back up again, facing you. He himself noticed that your face was right in front of his so he pulled away with twitching ears. In awkwardness, he looked back at the photos, unable to hide a shy smile.

"Compared to now, I was a dwarf. I was probably smaller then Tuk is now" you explained, slightly flustered yourself.

"I could've just picked you up with one hand!" he giggled at the thought of you being so tiny in comparison.

"Can I see the other ones too?" Neteyam pointed at the photos, so you just handed them to him.

Once he got a hold of them, he got them close to his face to see them better.

"Is that your first ikran?" His index finger circled around the image of a beautiful, rather small ikran. He knew that these animals came in many colors, but he had rarely seen one this dark.

"Yes, this is Eluri. She fought with me, carried me safely, so many nights and days. It was so practical that she was smaller than most ikrans, so she carried less weight. It made her faster and more agile. Due to her dark color, it was impossible to spot us at night. That's when we mostly attacked."

Neteyam turned his head and listened to your explanation. There were only few things he preferred to do in his free time over listening to you.

His entire body relaxed, even his tail and ears stopped twitching around.

Another picture showed you in the home tree, when Grace had proudly snapped a few shots during your first time meeting the clan.

"There's dad! And mom, and grandmother too!"

"Mhm, exactly. That day was my first time visiting the home tree."

He huffed.

"Dad looks a bit scared, did he think grandmother wouldn't accept you?" "Take another look at it."

He tried to understand what you meant, until he noticed.

"You went in there with a fucking automatic weapon?! Are you crazy?"

"Hey man I forgot to take it off okay? Force of habit."

Once more he huffed, and it turned into a soundless giggle.

"Did you leave your brain in the connection station that day?"

"Hey, careful!" you laughed, picking on his ear for a moment.

"Argh, (Y/N)!" he tugged your tail with wide eyes and a grin, causing you to gasp.

Just as he leant in closer and was about to pull on your hair strands playfully, you heard someone getting closer to the tent. It was Lo'ak, who had been sent to pick up Neteyam. Their tent was merely a few meters away.

"Uh-hum..." Lo'ak tried to catch your attention. As you both looked up to see him, he could barely keep a straight face.

He crossed his arms, keeping one hand to his chin. You could see him biting his lip in order not to grin.

"Yo bro, you uh... you coming? Or are you like, busy?" It had cost him a lot of strength not to laugh seeing his brother falling for you with every passing second. The way he still was so close to you was painfully funny for him to see.

"'Cuz if you're staying with (Y/N) tonight, you better tell mom and dad personally. And maybe you should close the curtains." He rubbed his lips with one hand to hide his facial expression which got more and more hard, the longer he watched the two of you sit on your mat, hands on each other.

Neteyam got even more flustered at his brother's comments, yet it rather turned into anger. He pursed his lips while you sighed quietly.

"I'll deal with him... " he murmured beneath his breath but you shook it off and wished them both a good night. He tried to give you one last smile before he got up and stomped over to his brother, his tail whipped in fury.

Neteyam grabbed him by the back of his neck and dragged him back to their tent while quietly hissing at Lo'ak, but you couldn't understand what exactly he said.

"These idiots..."

~~~

The next morning you woke up around the same time as anyone else. The volume of the clan awakening, starting their days and chores always lifted you from your sleep. Yet you just shifted a bit and decided to stay down for a few more minutes.

"Good morning, (Y/N). "

Neteyams voice greeted you. Once you blinked and your eyes got used to the light, your sight landed on the future Olo'eyktan, sitting in one corner of your tent. "What are you doing here?" you asked in a hoarse, sleepy voice.

He held up your pictures with one hand. "I wanted to take another look at them again."

But his face told a different story.

As you sat up slowly he put the pictures aside, there was a violet, dark blueish tint across his face, from one ear to another.

"And I wanted to apologize for what my stupid brother said yesterday." You clearly remembered his words, and yes, they had made the situation as awkward as possibly imaginable.

"That is not your fault. It's alright."

"That was not okay though."

One of your hands went through your hair.

"Neteyam. Stop taking the blame for your brother. You don't have to apologize for anything."

He had a hard time looking you in the eyes, nonetheless you got up and pulled him onto his feet.

"Fuck it. Just don't bother. How about we go for a quick morning flight, huh? There's nothing that gets you out of bed like a fresh breeze of air."

Without hesitation, the Na'vi agreed, so you made your way over to the edge of the cave together, calling your ikran loudly. He copied and soon, they both arrived.

While making tsaheylu and mounting your ikran, you agreed on another race. Loser had to take on winner's chores for two days. Both of you took off at the same time, chasing each other down over and under the countless floating mountains.

The wind in your face, as promised, took all sleepiness away at once. You could feel your ikran's heartbeat, it's breath and every flap of their wings through your bond. With a roaring sound, the creature beneath you guided you over Neteyam and his companion and onto the other side of him.

A quick grin at him was enough to lighten another spark inside of him.

"Come on, is that all?" You laughed out loud, leading him to guide his ikran closer to yours rapidly so the wind would cast you away gently.

His expression showed how much he enjoyed riding with you, he looked more than happy to collect more shared memories.

You decided to show him another trick, so you guided your ikran above his and made your winged companion turn upside down. Neteyams eyes widened in adoration and surprise as you flew over him, still upside down, so close that you could even tip your hands on his head. Never before had he even seen such a thing.

Once your ikran turned again, Neteyam tried to get past you with a few skilled tricks. He was an amazing ikran rider, just like you.

The finish like was already in sight, so both of you gave another challenging look before heading down to the tree of souls.

"A tie!" You shouted once you both dismounted, still panting from the headwind.

"Damn, I was so ready go let you do my chores!"

His smile went over his full face.

"That move was crazy! Do mom and dad know you can do this?! It was unbelievable!"

His words made your stomach turn, in a good way.

"They sure do."

Neteyam watched you with an open mouthed smile, still being pretty mesmerized by your talent.

"I have never seen anything like this... It's hard to believe you once belonged to the sky people." The smile on your face just fed on his compliments.

With blushed cheeks you grabbed his hand and led him to the tree of souls, not far from where you had landed.

He intertwined his fingers with yours as he followed you, his heartbeat heavy in his chest.

As you gently guided him through the strings of the enormous tree, your free hand brushed against the glowy strings. Right now, it was just you and him here, nobody else was around.

Neteyam and you both lowered yourself onto the ground, sitting across each other. Your free hand reached out for your queue, and so did he.

"Who are you hoping to see?" he asked in a gentle voice.

"Grace, mostly."

With that, you connected your queue to the tree, breathing in deeply at the created bond. Neteyam did the same, all while still holding onto your hand.

Just hearing the voices of your old friends, people singing and dancing, children laughing and playing, it almost made your eyes tear up every time. It was always a special moment to do this.

Between these voices, you could also hear him. And as you guessed by his face, he could hear you too.

You got to hear and partially see too how he grew up into that young smart man he was now.

Neteyam could see into your avatar back then as well. "(Y/N)... I can hear and see you." he whispered with closed eyes.

A few more moments passed before you emded the connection. You had seen enough. Enough to make your eyes dwell.

As he noticed, he disconnected just like you. His big eyes met yours soon. It felt like they could see right into your soul.

In the light of the soul tree, he looked even more stunning than usual. The glowing spots on his face seemed more intense here.

His ears jerked when he noticed how you mustered him, completely taken away.

He squeezed your hand with a lovely smile while you thought back to the talk you had with Jake the day before.

There was a strong connection between you and him, it was easy to see. Was it friendship? A childhood crush? Or even Eywa's will?

Your heart began to pound in your chest as you watched his tail behind him whip around nervously.

As you noticed his sensitive ears tilt and turn as well, a giggle escaped your lips.

"What's so funny, huh?" he chuckled, giving your hand another squeeze.

Instead of pointing out his restless features, you just shook it off. His fangs flashed as he smiled from ear to ear.

"You're better not laughing about me! Do you know who I am?" he joked, trying to fake a serious face, but his smile triumphed.

"Do you know who I am?" you copied in a mocking voice.

He still mustered your face with a wide, yet shy smile.

"Who could have guessed that I would one day fly side by side with the Night Witch?"

"Who would've thought that I'd fly with the future Olo'ekytan one day?"

Neteyam came closer to you, his free hand reached out to trace over the glowy freckles on your cheek.

The moment he touched your skin felt heavenly.

His voice got a bit softer and even more calm as you moved closer to one another.

"When I'm with you I can be more than that..."

It was nothing new to you that his parents, Jake especially, wanted him to be the perfect son. He had to do as told and was expected to make only right choices. Be strong, be brave, be smart. When could he ever just be himself? He knew his parents loved him and yet, sometimes all he seeked was some time off from clan leader duties, maybe a hug or someone who understood.

All of that, he had found within you.

You lost yourself in his amber eyes with each passing second.

"Neteyam... " you whispered softly.

His hand traveled down your neck and to your shoulders, then down your arm.

"I see you."

The grip around his fingers tightened ever so carefully before you placed your free hand over his heart, feeling it beat heavily.

"I see you, (Y/N)" he answered, guiding your hand he held up to his face. With closed eyes, he grazed his cheek against your hand a few times.

Anytime you two were alone, he turned into the biggest softie. He could finally be vulnerable without judgement.

The beat of his heart jumped as all of a sudden, Jake's voice appeared from his earpiece. "Neteyam? Wherever you and (Y/N) are, I need you back right now!"

The young man jerked at the sudden voice of his father, as did you.

"Thanks Jake, fucking mood killer... " you mumbled in english before taking a deep breath and detaching yourself from Neteyam.

His eyes looked truly apologizing for ruining the moment before he sighed and answered.

"What's going on? Did anything happen?"

"Humans. I need you for this mission, both of you, is that clear?"

"Yes sir." you two answered, before going back to your ikrans to fly home as soon as possible.

~~~

Much to your dislike, Jake had assigned you and Neteyam for different tasks apart from each other.

"We are a good team, why don't you let us work together?" you asked Jake while Kiri finished up your war paint.

Once she was done, you thanked her with a genuine smile and followed Jake to his ikran.

"I need you up there, as an active airforce unit. Neteyam and Lo'ak will be scouting. From afar. They only report to us."

"Neteyam can fight too! You want him to prove himself, then let him come with m-"

Jake turned to you abruptly.

His face was all serious.

"I'm not doubting Neteyam, I'm worried about Lo'ak doing some stupid shit if nobody takes care of him. And now, I don't need (Y/N) out there. I need the Night Witch. Do you understand?"

You understood what he wanted to tell you. Set the emotions aside and stay focussed. That was the only way to survive out there. Once you get carried away by emotions, you were most certainly dead. After all, this was what had caused your human body to die a long time ago.

"Alright, airforces; take-off in two minutes! Get ready!"

Jake yelled across the cave while you loaded your automatic weapon with a sigh.

"Where have you been earlier?" he asked with furrowed brows as he saw his kids coming up behind you so everyone could say goodbye.

When you noticed the others approaching you, you just waved it off.

"Lets talk later."

"Sure, once we're all home again."

Tuk hugged your leg tightly as she saw you in your fighting gear with the war paint on for the first time.

"Show them, (Y/N!)" she cheered.

"Right up their asses!"

You felt a cold stare in the back of your neck, coming straight from Neytiri for talking like this in front of her youngest daughter. She too called her ikran.

"Come back safely, will you all?" Kiri looked at her brothers and you with a worried face, so everyone agreed as Neteyam rubbed her head. "We will all be back soon."

"Yo, (Y/N)", Lo'ak started while holding a fist out for you to bump it,

"You better take good care. We don't want Neteyam to cry, would we?"

As you bumped his fist, Jake's voice echoed through the cave.

"One minute until take-off!"

You sighed at Lo'aks comment, so you just grabbed his shoulder and pushed him away gently.

"I'll be with you in a bit." Neteyam called out to his brother who already mounted his ikran.

Kiri gently led Tuk back to the tent, explaining that you and their eldest brother probably wanted to be alone for a second.

Together you both walked to the edge of the cave too and called upon your companions as well.

"You sure you know how to handle this thing?" Neteyam mockingly pointed at your machine gun, causing a huff to leave your lips. With a wide smile you tugged at his tail. Gasping, he stared at you, attacking our sides with tickles.

Neteyam's smile started to fade away.

"Alright big boy, once you're done scouting and reporting-"

"There is no need to worry about me. My task is far less risky than yours. You're in the middle of this shit."

His hands grabbed onto your shoulders. He pulled you close, resting his forehead against yours.

"Be careful out there, (Y/N)."

His voice was so quiet and yet so easy to determine in between all these noises from around.

"I will, I promise."

He pulled away to kiss your forehead gently, carefully holding your head in both hands.

Your heart raced at the gesture. While he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs, you gifted him a warm smile and he copied right away.

There was not much time left, so you hugged him tightly for merely two seconds. His tail wrapped firmly around your wrist. He pressed your head against his chest before he finally had to let go. Even if it was just a short moment, it meant the world to you.

As you both went to mount your ikrans, you saw how Lo'ak stared at his brother wide-eyed.

"Bro, get a room!" he hissed in a low volume, before looking over to you as you mounted your ikran as well, weapon in hand.

"Shut up you little-"

"War party, take-off!"

The mission was fast and easy, only few people got hurt. You had helped to clean up the battlefield and get everything back to base before you actually returned home.

It filled your heart with joy to see everyone alive and back in their tent from afar, but as you also spotted Mo'at, you knew someone was hurt.

With fast steps you hurried towards the Sully tent only to see that is was Neteyam who got treated by his sister and his grandmother.

"How did this happen?" you asked worried as you knelt down in front of Neytiris oldest son. While you checked his body for bruises and other injuries, Neteyam's eyes stuck to his brother.

"It was my fault..." Lo'aks cracked voice emerged from a dark corner where he sat. "Next time, you better listen to dad." Kiri said while seeing to Neteyam's back injury.

"I'm sorry okay?! I didn't want anyone to get hurt, especially not my brother!"

"Enough now!" Mo'at announced.

After Jake and Neytiri were done with their conversation, the clan leader came up to the tent, gesturing you to follow him, out of hearing range from the others.

Neteyam's eyes did not lose you out of his sight for a second. And Kiri too noticed that he was far less whiny about the process now that his eyes were all on you.

"Well done out there, (Y/N). I see, you're giving 100%. You haven't changed a bit."

While taking off your gear, you offered a light smile.

"No wonder my son can't take his eyes off you." he huffed, which urged your freckles to shine brighter instantly.

"So...", the man crossed his arms, "where did you go this morning?"

Your held your tail behind your back to keep it from twitching.

"The... the soul tree."

His eyebrows rose lightly as he heard your words. He blinked at you with wide eyes. The soul tree was a sacred place to all Na'vi.

"You should give him some time off. And you should be a bit less strict. Like this, you're only putting pressure on both your sons."

"Did he say that?"

Neytiri joined your conversation.

"More or less. Leave him some space to be vulnerable. You can't expect him to be strong all the time."

The woman understood.

"He is still our child after all. You're right. I'm happy my son feels comfortable to share this with you."

"I'm happy too he opens up to me."

Neytiri gave an approving nod.

"They've been to the soul tree this morning." Jake explained to her, getting the exact reaction from her that he had given to you.

"Our son is in good hands with you, (Y/N). It seemed like a very touching moment for you two when you said goodbye earlier. " Jake exclaimed, remembering the conversation you lately had.

"Jake, not this topic again..." you mumbled with dark violet cheeks, averting your gaze.

"Hmm, okay. He probably already told you everything about our father-son-talk anyway."

Your ears twiched at the sound of that. Did he know more than you?

Unable to react, you only stood there, completely perplexed.

With that, Neytiri patted your shoulder gently before she and Jake went back to their tent, leaving you there with tinted cheeks and an empty gaze.

~~~

"Close your eyes." Max said as he attached a few sensors on the temples of your head.

"Today will be the last check-up so far. Your body seems to be completely fine, even after all this time."

Norm sat next to you and tipped around on the display you were connected to. The three of you went through some basics before you layed down almost flat on the bed." I'm gonna let this run through twice. Just to make sure we're really not missing anything."

"How long does this take then?" You asked as Max took out your earpiece since it interfered with his systems. He took your communication collar off as well.

"Probably like 2 hours. I need these reviews to be over a longer period of time."

"Damn..." you mumbled and sighed.

"As long as I'm back for dinner, or Neytiri is gonna send my blue ass back to earth."

Max and Norm smiled at your comment before they got everything ready for the medical check.

You tried to relax, thinking of something pleasant so the time would pass by faster.

Immediately, Neteyam came to your mind. The way he held you close before the mission a few days ago. How he kissed your head gently.

"I think there's a mistake..." Norm turned to Max and pointed at the display besides you.

The scientist furrowed his eyebrows anf checked the system.

"Hmm, weird..." Max mumbled as he observed you, trying to figure out why it showed such a high blood pressure and a quick heart beat.

"(Y/N)?" Norm crossed his arms and you peeked at him with one eye. He had figured it out.

"Could you think of something else? It interrupts the studies."

With tinted cheeks, you looked up to him and swallowed. "Come on, get that guy off your thoughts for the check. It's important we get clear results."

You giggled shyly, have him a nod and closed your eyes again.

"Then get started."

Once you were done and Max gave green light, you returned to the village. There was something in the air, you could sense it clearly.

As you saw the Sully kids all crouched up next to their tent, you joined them silently.

"What's going on here?" You asked as you knelt down next to them. When Neteyam's eyes landed on you, he pulled you into a tight hug. He sighed in relief, happy to see you unharmed after what happened.

The young man pressed you against his body, thanking the great mother silently for being able to see you again. You did not understand what had happened, until you heard Jake and Neytiri argue inside of their tent.

Only hearing the name of Quaritch in their discussion sent shivers down your spine.

So it was all for nothing?

Neteyam released you, only to get up and lead you away to your tent.

Not knowing where to start, he decided to sit down with you first before he explained what had happened.

You cursed yourself for being absent during all of this. How much you desired to kill that man, especially now after he had almost killed your family.

Neteyam reached out for your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours. The coming words felt like stones in his chest.

"(Y/N), we're leaving. Tomorrow morning. And we cannot return..."

A lump formed in your throat.

"All I seek is your safety. I-"

"I'm coming with you. Wherever you go, I'll be by your side, Neteyam."

With wet eyes, he looked into yours, pulling you closer.

"The people here will need you. They will need the Night Witch."

He almost sounded like his father.

A weak smile formed on your face as you let go of his hands, instead cupping his face.

"And yet I know you need me the most. You can't change my mind. I'd go through hell and back with you."

Neteyam gifted you a relieved smile. It was almost unthinkable for him by now to live without you.

"I'm gonna keep you safe, ma (Y/N)."

Tired and exhausted, you leaned your upper body against your ikran's neck.

"We're almost there." Jake announced as he saw your posture.

All of you neared a group of isles, heading straight at them. You looked over to Neteyam who gave a reassuring smile. He was sure that as long as you all sticked together, you would find a way.

Before you landed, the reef tribe was already alerting your arrival with loud calls. They gathered along the shore once your ikrans met the sand.

While dismounting, some of the curious villagers took a closer look at your family.

You stayed close to Neteyam as one of the clan members circled you, making fun of your bodies which looked very strange to him. As he reached out to point at Neteyam's tail, you turned your face, sending a devilish glare and showing off your fangs without even intending to. The foreign boy just grinned back, entertained by your reaction.

While it was decided whether you could stay or not you felt all these icy stares in the back of your neck. It made your skin tense up in the worst way possible, so you reached out for Neteyam's arm, holding it ever so slightly. These looks were more than uncomfortable.

Tsireya, the chief's daughter, lead you to your pod once the permission was given. As you all got comfortable around your new home, you too picked a place to put your belongings to.

"Tsireya seems really pretty and sweet." you mentioned as Lo'ak passed by. He immediately blushed, his ears turned, but he didn't react immediately. Neteyam grinned at you and giggled in silence, as did you. You finally had something to tease him about since he was visibly attracted to her from the first moment he had layed eyes on her. But Lo'ak came back at you.

"I'm sure her brother would be enlightened to get to know you. You're not dating Neteyam, are you?"

It was true, you and Neteyam had never talked about it. By now it was obvious how much time you spent together, often close to each other. And still, neither of you had ever taken the word 'love' into their mouth.

"That ugly ass fish lip? Never. I'd rather die again."

Lo'ak chuckled at the image of you and Tonowari's son.

"Aw, you should give him a chance~"

His words didn't bother you that much, yet they had sparked something inside of Neteyam.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. Just the thought of his face wanted to make you puke.

"I'll fuck that bitch up if he keeps shit talking us."

"Ooh, I'm sure he'd love that~"

You punched his upper arm at the comment, which he just laughed off.

Neteyam knew that his brother was just joking, but he had seen how this guy had looked you up and down. It took him every fibre of his entire being not to charge at him and scratch his eyes out. You belonged to him. End of discussion.

"Fucking disgusting..." you made a choking sound. With that, Jake had heard enough and gave everyone a mini-briefing to behave.

It was late at night when you rolled around on your mat, restless and unable to sleep.

The sound of the waves combined with your homesickness made it almost impossible to sleep.

You decided to get up and sit on the edge of the woven pathway in front of the pod.

Merely a minute later, you heard someone else get up from their mat and join you. You've expected it to be Jake, telling you to try to sleep, but as you looked to the side you faced none other than Neteyam.

"Can't sleep either?"

"Hmm... The waves are just so damn loud."

He nodded slowly and leaned his head against your shoulder.

One of his hands rested on your thigh. The touch alone had your tail whipping in an instant.

He had apparently warmed up to physical touch.

Your head rested against his for a while, enjoying the closeness of each other. His tail wrapped around your waist while your hand traced up and down his arm softly.

His entire body started to vibrate at some point as you gently rubbed your head against his.

Was he... purring?

As you listened closely, your guess got confirmed. Slowly but surely his head turned slightly, his lips traced your skin gently until his head sunk into the crook of your neck. He listened to your quickened heartbeat while his arm wrapped around your hips.

"Ma Neteyam..." you whispered into the dark night as your hand moved to rest on his shoulder.

You felt him huff ever so softly, then he inhaled your scent deeply.

His soft touches and purring was far more valuable than any answer.

While you placed a soft kiss onto his hair, his fingers traced along your waist.

You completely lost track of time. You could've been sitting here for a few minutes, maybe an hour even, you didn't know. Around Neteyam, time did not feel the same.

As he rubbed his head against the crook of your neck, you cupped his head carefully.

He pressed his face against your skin, you could feel his lips nibbling on your neck.

Spreading gentle, barely noticeable kisses along your skin, you felt your ears twitching and turning from his gentle affections.

Seeing the chief's son grin at you, making fun of you, it was the last tiny bit that sent him over the edge. A weird feeling had spread in his gut just at the thought of someone else eyeing his precious (Y/N).

He had to make his move, it was long overdue already.

The trail of kisses along your neck set your skin on fire. It burned passionately. Neteyam's hands traveled to your neck as well, his fingers tracing ever so gently over each spot he had kissed.

As he finally found the courage to meet your eyes you have him the sweetest smile.

Your heart nearly exploded through its own heavy beating. Seeing that his affections did not make you shy away helped his confidence a lot.

His eyes fell onto your lips, just the thought of kissing you tilted his ears in shyness.

"(Y/N), can I kiss you?" he finally managed to whisper, his eyes half-lidded.

The smallest nod was enough for him to claim your lips into a loving kiss. His body shivered, it felt even better than both of you had imagined.

He captured you in a soft hug while taking in the full magic of your lips on his. Your hands rested against his chest, rising and sinking with his deep breaths.

The kiss went on for what felt like an eternity. With burning lungs, you backed up a bit, catching your breath quietly.

Both of you got pulled out of your trance by Jake who cleared his throat like a warning.

"Go to sleep. Now."

Neteyam's eyes almost shot open at the voice of his father.

"Yes sir." he answered with tinted cheeks before getting up, reaching a hand out to you to help you get up as well.

Soon you both layed down on your mats again. Neteyam silently tried to sneak up closer to continue cuddling with you. His breath hit your shoulder before you felt him hugging your waist to pull himself closer to you.

Goosebumps covered your entire body as he nuzzled his face into your hair. "Ma (Y/N)..." he whispered as quiet as possible before he soundlessly got comfortable against your back.

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"Do It For Us." Pt.4

AN: I LIED SHE IS IN UA CUZ SHIKETSU IS TOO STRICT AND SHE NEEDS CREATIVE FREEDOM.

Summery: quirkless and weak, two words treat have defined this girl for too long. She can be useful to her friends, she can finally carve out a way into the hero life. From the sidelines. But…Izuku has a quirk? When? How? He’s a liar….

M. Izuku x AFAB! Reader x B. Katsuki

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

Being an inventor had opened your eyes, so many possibilities with creating things you realize heros will need. Some quirks can’t be regulated without support items which means you would be a vital part of history!

And some quirks weren’t hard to replicate. In a way you could research quirks and make your own. You had so many plans and ideas to share, especially after taking your first step in your classroom.

You felt your heart racing, transferring a month into school was stressful, everyone already knew each other and probably had clicks.

The support course, you were able to branch off after your main classes into the little indoor laboratories or whatever they’re called to create. Of course of of them were taken, two people in one garage.

Of course you were lucky enough to have one more spot so you didn’t have to walk across the entire school to get to an empty one. The teacher had told you that your partner will be a girl since of your record.

You nervously approach the lab, a box of blueprints and tools in your hands and you push the door open to see a girl with a big smile on her face laughing maniacally while creating her creations.

“My babies will be perfect! After I showcase these babies they’ll have to recruit me and buy my precious babies!” The pink haired girl cheered holding one of her ‘babies’ in the air.

You simply sneak into the room, making your way to the long desk across the room. Surprisingly it was empty, you thought since she was alone she’d take up the whole space.

“Hiya!” You felt a hand suddenly on your shoulder making you scream. “Oh my god!” You drop your box on the desk turning around to see the pink haired girl who had grime all over her face smiling at you.

“I was told a female transfer student will need space! So I kicked the guy who was in here outta here!! Of course I wanna work with a girl! We can create precious babies together! By the way the names Mei Hatsume! Wanna see some of my babies!? Oo what’s in here!” The girl was spouting so much you couldn’t even comprehend anything she was saying, everything was happening so fast.

It kind of reminded you of Izuku.

“Oh! That’s just my blueprints…I wanna see if I can replicate complicated quirks maybe even see if you can like I dunno…change some? An example would be if Mount lady could control her size! It would be super useful especially when navigating a large city with cramped roads. Mount lady would-“ you cut yourself off as you saw the girl listening intently, you face flushing realizing you were rambling like Izuku normally would.

“That’s a brilliant idea! Me and you are gonna get along just fine! You’re also just in time for the sports festival! It’s literally in 2 days!” She cheered helping you set up your side of the room.

Mei was a doll, you loved her bright energy and her ability to create was grand! You two spent the day going over blue prints and possible tools you could bring to the sports festival.

This is where you heard that class 1-A was the most popular class right now, the hero course. That’s where you could assume where Bakugou and Izuku was, well either 1-A or 1-B.

“Yeah that Bakugou guy is a real snob!” You flinch at the name, currently you were fetching some history books with a fellow classmate to stock up in your home room class.

“Yeah should’ve known class 1-A would be to egotistical. Only a select few get into the hero course.”

Class 1-A huh? You thought, spacing out at the thought of visiting Bakugou. He’s only a few halls away, you could totally just pop in. But we’re you ready?

“Ah!” You didn’t know what was happening, one minute you were walking with a stacks of books the next you were falling. Turns out a whole group of students starting bombarding the halls.

“What the hell!?” You look around, picking yourself up noticing the group of students making their way down the halls. “They late for class or?”

“Nah, they’re checkin out class 1-A, not only did they survive a real villian attack but in the sports festival they can switch you into the hero class if they see you fit for it. Meaning some kids, gonna get moved out.” Your class mate stated, helping you pick up your books that you had dropped.

“It’s not like I wanna get in so…-“ your class mate continued talking while you stared down the hall. Thoughts racing through your mind. You hadn’t seen Bakugou in months.

I wonder how he’s doing…

I’m just not ready.

The days before the sports festival past quickly, you told mei that you didn’t think you could participate in the sports festival due to your anxiety. She understood right away and told you she will represent your babies at the festival in your steed.

Mei was such a sweet girl, she always knew exactly what to say to you and how to make you feel better. You felt so lucky.

You watched from the area your class was assigned, you were basically the only one there as all the classes walked into the large stadium. You heart raced, you immediately could see the two you longed to see the most.

They haven’t changed. You smile watching as the classes line up to listen to the hero Midnight announce the rules and who’s going to sing the pledge.

“Bakugou Katsuki!” The skimpy suited hero yelled, unexpected. You thought that Katsuki would be the last person to represent a class, due to his very aggressive behavior. You simply watched as he walked up into the podium, hands stuck in his pockets.

“I just wanted to say. That I’m gonna win.”

Oh my god…

Your jaw drops and you cover your mouth, trying to hold your laughter in. God damn it Katsu! Honestly you should’ve known he’d do something like this, his bold confidence was something I’m you used to admire. Come to think of it you were doing fine seeing him.

MaybeI am ready…

But you just didn’t want to risk it, ruining your own life after another episode, you don’t think you would ever recover from another episode. Especially after finding your calling.

As the games went on, you watched the first event intently, seeing Bakugou fighting for first place gave you a rush of your own. You couldn’t help but be internally rooting for him.

Until you saw Izuku flying past the the two boys fighting for first place. Your eyes widen, like in slow motion you saw the boy you admired all your life. Izu..

You stood up in your chair, now you had no clue who to root for! Woah! Izu is so smart…he used the bombs to propel himself in front of the rest of them. He always was the smart one, you know instead of a hero he couldn’t taken the support course. With that brain he could make fine equipment for hero’s.

Your smile fades, how did he get into the hero course..? Only the best of the best, with quirks can get in…

Before your mind begins to race, you quickly calm yourself down, settling back in your seat to continue watching the race play out.

As the games went on, the Calvary battle gave you a good laugh watching Bakugou fly around and angrily yell at his teammates.

You smile as both your childhood friends made it to the finals, Bakugou was fighting a cute girl! And Izuku was fighting a todoroki. Well the only fights you were interested in paying any attention to, you kind of spaced out for the rest of the fights until theirs came.

Well of course you had a very good laugh when Mei toyed with that glasses guy!

Finally it was Bakugou’s fight, of course you were voting for him. Watching as he basically bullied the girl, her quirk…they said it was gravity right. Yknow if I had it I would. Then you realized what she was doing, looking up to see the broken pieces of the stage floating above the stadium.

I fucking love her. You thought excitedly, you kind of hoped this would work, the girl was tirelessly charging herself at your blonde haired friend. Hearing the crowd booing Bakugou broke your heart, not only for Bakugou but the fact that they’re totally underestimating this girl!

One of the announcers lectured the heros booing him, as the rocks came falling down, it was an amazing sight. Woah! The hero course is so…amazing. But with one blast Bakugou countered her attack basically ending the fight there after the girl collapsed due to exhaustion.

You felt a hand land on your shoulder startling you as you realize it was just Mei. “Did you see our babies Y/n! They did so good! Don’t worry if any agencies ask about them I’ll let them know you helped me too! And of course some of them are your design.” She cheered giving you the biggest hug as you watch Izuku step out onto the stage.

You tuned out the world during this fight, there was no way he was going to win. Especially without a quirk. Your memory remembered the time where he told you that he had a chance to get in. Does that mean…? No…so was he not quirkless? Did he find out he had one?

So he wasn’t like you?

As the fight when on, he managed to counter every attack which made your heart sink. Confirming your thoughts as you watch his bones break with each powerful use of his quirk.

He had a quirk? When? Since when did he get a quirk?

You didn’t know how or when. All you knew is that he wasn’t like you anymore, he wasn’t quirkless. A weakling it be pushed around all your life, a defenseless bug to be squashed underneath everyone’s feet.

Or was he just lying…did he lie about not having a quirk? Laughing behind your back all these years as he pretended to be your friend? Your alley? Your only hope? Your mind raced with thoughts you didn’t even know you had streams of tears rushing from your eyes down your face, Mei calling out your name.

Since you weren’t budging, staring at the fight as she Mei quickly rushed you out into a waiting room. “Is everything okay Y/n!?? What happened?” You snap back to reality, just breaking down in tears.

You felt like a fool. You felt so betrayed, your heart felt so broken in that very moment. You couldn’t be here anymore, you couldn’t.

“Did you hear?”

“Yeah some girl from the support course was in tears over this fight.”

“Heard it was a quirkless transfer.”

“I wonder what that was about.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes at the bumbling rumors going around the students, watching as Izuku and todoroki fought.

“Her name I think was.. Y/n L/n?” He immediately perked up, turning to the class that was sitting above them to try to listen closer. She must’ve saw Deku usin that stupid quirk. What a fuckin idiot. Katsuki clenched his fist, getting out of his seat to fines you.

He needed to see you.

At least one more time.

AN: maybe this will be a long term series I keep cutting off the romance 😭 IM SO SORRY I LOVE YOU GUYS Xoxo Stinmybubs

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dadyscumslutprincess20 · 5 months

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~ Masterlist ~

• Shows I will write for/take request for •

~ Sweet home 1

~Sweet Home 2

~ The Uncanny Counter 1

~ The uncanny counter 2

~ Strong girl Nam-soon

~ Weak Hero Class 1

~ Alice in the Borderlands

~ Bloodhound

~ My name

~ Death game

~Night has come

~ Genre ~

~ Smut

~ Romance

~ Kinks

~Angst

~ plus more

Request are open

~ small thing with request , send name or person , show/Kdrama they are in , gender of reader , genre , if any kinks send them also 💕

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impotatoechips · 2 years

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I died😱ImPotatoeChips

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #wolf keum #art #manhwa #webtoon #keum #약한영웅 #wolf keum x reader #webcomic #artistsupport #female artists #artistic

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fertilize-my-eggs · 8 months

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If you do soft Yandere's i would like to request a soft Yandere Shigaraki/Tomura one shot thank you!

Soft yandere shigaraki x fem reader oneshot

A/N: this was gonna be next door neighbor with reader and tomura but it wouldn't make sense also idk if you wanted smut so I'm doing both sfw & nsfw x3 sorry if this took a while, it was sitting in my inbox for a while but I hope you enjoy this😊💕 DNI: minors & antis stay away from my blog, it's 18+ content!! ( I guess this is a small story kinda idk tbh. )

(The reader used she/her and have female genitalia in the NSFW.)

* Also shigaraki has a small dong in this one so if you don't want to read this one there are other fanfics where he has a big dick so let's have a body positivity to anyone who has small 🍆

Word count: 2,512

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Shigaraki being a villain can be tough but finding love was even tougher.

He's always felt insecure that no one will ever love a person like him, he lost that hope a few years ago, master always told him that finding love was pointless and it'll distracts his main goal to defeat hero society and become a king.

For the first time he doesn't know what he feels when you first come into his life. It's hard to explain this, shigaraki saw you at the arcade. You were the most bubbly loud energy and full of light.

Shigaraki was casually walking at the mall but hearing your sweet laughter as he looks towards the arcade, his eyes landing on you.

You were gorgeous, the curve of your body and adorable outfit does suit you and your bubbly personality.

When he's heading back to the bar, his mind is spinning and he gets frustrated by this.

He's complaining about this to kurogiri and he calmly explains to shigaraki that must be feeling love. Tomura paused for a second as he narrowed his eyes at him, it can't be love. He does feel some feelings towards you and he is immediately interested towards you.

But it's not love there is no way, master even told him love was pointless.

As shigaraki grabs his drinks looking at the glass and liquid inside, his group walk in from a hard mission as shigaraki too busy lost in thoughts, toga skip past him only to stop and smell him, it's was a long smell as he growls at her.

" piss off crazy!! Can't you see I'm busy. " she tilt her head as she sigh dreamy as she's sitting next to him.

" I know that smell anywhere, tomura-kun is in love~!! Who is your crush~ " toga coo at him, making everyone look at him and he starts to blush as he immediately gets up.

"none of your business!! Shut up and leave me alone. " but she was right after all, she can smell it off of him like as if she was a bloodhound, she knew that feeling.

Tomura keeps going to that same arcade to see if you're here, he likes going there sometime but now these days he only in it and looking for you.

He saw you at your usual spot playing a racing game or getting stuff animals from the crawl machine.

Shigaraki wants to impress you so when you were having a difficult time getting this one stuffed animals that you really wanted, tomura doesn't think much as he walk towards you and lightly push you to the side at first you were gonna get pissed at him for doing that but you watch him with his skills like talent. You never seen this man and the way he held the controls as he planned it and somehow gets that stuffed animal for you.

The item comes down as tomura carefully gets it out and gives it towards you, you start to flustered as you smile softly.

" thank you so much~ " you bite your lips softly as you look into his red eyes.

" what's your name?? I'm Y/N it's nice to meet you~! " tomura was weak in the knee, he wanted to hear your voice every day. He started to feel shy as he lightly scratched his neck. " it's... shi- " he pauses for a moment, he doesn't want her or anyone to know that he's a villain and he doesn't want to cause a scene by this.

He frozen with his words as he coughs a bit." Sorry about that-... it's uhhh.. " he thinks of anything. " it's... tenko.. tenko shimura. " at least it's less recognizable than shigaraki since the news is talking about his group more.

She tilts her head as she smiles at him." Tenko? Such a pretty name!! " you hop up and down excited making tomura nervous a bit.

Everything is going great with the two of you.

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The days went on, his lust fill mind got stronger. Once you become his friend, he wants nothing more than to stick his cock inside of you but there is a small problem. He's very embarrassed by the size of his penis, he knows he's very insecure about himself but his size isn't the biggest like in porn videos that he would watch. Shigaraki hates how his masters tell him love is time wasting but he has his needs and he needs to break the rules whenever his crew talks about sex, he was curious what it is about.

His size when it's erect is about four inches, his hand covers his cock whole as he sighs sadly. He knows you'll never be satisfied with it.

He started to do some research on how to satisfy a woman and bring a woman to orgasm. This is ridiculous he thought, he should be making a move on you and not do this but he wants too, he wants satisfied you with everything and want you to himself.

He wants you to be his and nothing else. Shigaraki hope you don't care about size, he hope you have more time with him.

you are at the arcade, you see tenko in his same outfit as usual, your eyes brighten up as you bounce over to him, you give him a quick hug. Tenko freezes up but he nervously pulls you close, he gets used to you and your affection.

" heyyy.... Y/n I need to ask you something. " you tilt your head as you smile at him.

" of course tenten~! Tell me anything!! " your cute nickname to him makes his knees melt in seconds. He started to scratch his neck feeling nervous at the outcome of your reaction, he knew that he could not wait any longer as he pulled you back into his arms.

" will you be my girlfriend y/n!! " it was a bit fast and semi loud but you hear him loud and clear, you look up at him as you smile softly. You reach with your tippy toes as you give him a sweet kiss. He blink a few times fast as he begins to blush deep red.

"of course~!! " you smile warmly at him, he begins to give kisses back to you feeling like he completed a difficult level but now it's a new challenge taking the next step into a relationship.

*five months later*

Having you as his girlfriend was the best feeling he ever felt in his life, he has his moments of wanting to show you off but he gets extremely jealous whenever someone looks at you in the wrong way, he wants your full attention to him and wants you to be by his side 24/7.

When it comes to sex, it's mostly foreplay, he give you oral whenever you ask him but it's gets harder each time you try to grab him.

One day you gently rub his thigh with a concerned look. " baby what's wrong? Why won't you let me see you." Tomura feel embarrassed as he felt like it time tell you the truth.

" you won't laugh at me... you won't get mad and run off? " He tilts his head towards you as you give him your smile, his favorite thing to look at.

" tenten, I will never do that~." You put your head on his shoulder, you look into his crimson eyes as you gently caresses his face.

" I'm yours after all~. " you give him a sweet kiss on the cheek as he quickly gets up, he looks at you.

".... okay, there goes nothing. " Shigaraki sighs softly as you're sitting there looking so pretty as he pull his pants and boxer down fast.

There was a moment of silence waiting for your reaction.. he blinked a few times as he watched your face. It looks like the same, soft delicate features as you look up at him.

There was no laughter nor disgusted from you, you lick your lips as your eyes hungry looking at his crotch.

" you look.... so handsome tenten~. " you purr at him, pulling him close to you.

" y-you're not upset by it?!?? " shigaraki looks down at you as you shake your head.

" why would I be upset at you, you're perfect. " you gently rub his cock as you stare at him.

" I fell in love with you tenko and I love you and all your body equally. " you kiss his neck softly as you look into his eyes.

" is that why you didn't want to take the next step? Because of your dick? " you grab him tight making him shiver, melting into your soft hand.

He whines loudly as he nods his head in shame. " didn't want to embarrass you princess... " he whimper softly as you felt sadness in your heart, your lovely boyfriend been so sweet to you these past few months, he's the perfect boyfriend you ever ask for and he feels ashamed for having a small penis. You coo at him sweetly pulling him into a passionate kiss.

" tenko... " he looking into your lustful eye as you bite his lips softly.

" make love to me~ " no warning tomura gently push you down as he growls at you, he begins humping his half naked body on top of you as you moan his name.

Tomura can feel his erection getting hard by the seconds by your sweet voice and mewls.

He carefully pulls your clothes off but it's very clumsy as you giggle at him softly, you help him get out of his clothes too.

Tomura moves away as he looks at you sweetly.

" ride me baby doll~. " he sat on the sheet, pulling you onto his lap, you give him a soft kiss as your hand move between bodies as you grab his cock.

He whines into the kiss feeling your gentle hand wrap around his cock, he can feel his heart pounding fast as he start to sweat.

" are you nervous baby? " you whisper into his ear as he nods his head fast, you coo at him as you carass his scarred chest.

" awww don't be nervous with me tenko~ I'm here. " you grab his cock softly, stroking each time until you finally put the tip at your entrance.

You push downward feeling the gasp escape out of your mouth, he may be a few inches short but his girth on the other hand.. holy shit, it feels amazing.

You pull him closer, using your hand on his lean shoulders for support as you begin to bounce on him, your thighs and ass jiggle as you find a good rhythm, he begins to felt warmth in his heart and all over himself.

He felt satisfied with having you as his girlfriend and for the first time having sex, he can't get enough of it.

He carefully holds your hips with two fingers out away from your skin but it gets more heated and heavy.

The loud plaps coming out you whenever he gets balls deep, he rolls his eyes backwards and groans at the tight feeling of your cunt.

" shit I-.. " he doesn't finish his sentence as he releases his white thick cum inside of you as he aches his back.

He cries out your name, pulls you closer as he helps you bounce.

He put his head on your chest feeling ashamed as you comfort him.

" hey heyyy tenten, it's okay look at me. " he looks up with sadness as you rub his cheeks.

" I'm still here and you can do it again more often if you like, I'm not mad at you babe~.. your body was just reaching the climax. Does it feel good? " he smiles softly, you're definitely a keeper.

He pulls you closer as he begins to nip on your neck, pushing you down as he pulls your legs up.

" you're right... you're so right princess~. " he pulled out fully and slammed inside fast.

" we got many more levels to level up.. ahhh~ fuck your pussy feel good. " tomura begin to push your thighs downward as you roll your eyes back, your tongue begins to slide out as the drooling slide down your cheek and onto the pillow.

His thigh slapping against yours as the clapping increases in volume as you and him begin to make noise out loud.

The bed wouldn't stop shaking by shigaraki's thrusts and the way he makes you feel things, you crying out his name reaching your end fast.

Tomura can feel you cumming, your wall tightening up around his cock and he getting sloppy by the seconds but he is not stopping any time soon! He is determined to make you overstimulated and make you fully satisfied.

This is getting addicting tomura thought to himself, he can't get enough of you and your tight pussy.

He needs this more often and he'll gladly give you everything that you need from a man.

You are his and he is yours after all.

Tomura removes your legs so he can spread your thighs wide, seeing his cock sliding in and out of your wet sloppy pussy drive him crazy as he begins to cum inside your wall again.

You pant softly as tomura lean in to give you a passionate kiss, his fingers play with your soft locks as he intertwines with your fingers being careful to not put five fingers down on you.

" fuck-!! Let's level up together baby! We gotta get stronger and also... " he pushes his hips closer to yours as he rolls slowly making you squirm a bit.

" I can last longer to help you cum faster~" he removed his hand as he moved to your clit, giving it love and attention.

" I can give you everything that you want y/n just tell me please~ " he coo at you with hope in his eyes as you lean in to give him kisses.

" of course~!! Ahh keep going baby mhmm fuck it's feel good~.. " you throw your head back.

Shigaraki doesn't waste time as he begins to pound into you, your body moving with his fast heavy thrusts, your juicy liquid slide down your thighs as you begin your second orgasm.

Tomura loves it when you reach your orgasm, he feels pride in his chest, he makes his girlfriend cum more time by him and him only.

He sighs softly as he rocks his hips back and forth feeling his end is coming near.

He started to bite all over your bodies giving you hickeys and to remind everyone that you're his, don't worry you give him the same treatment as well.

On that night, you didn't get any sleep afterwards but you were fully satisfied that your boyfriend enjoyed his time with you.

The cuddles after a long love making was worth it and when you wake up by him nipping your neck early in the morning and humping from behind.

You know the day is gonna start off great, morning sex is the best.

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k-kuromii · 1 year

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PLEASE… | izuku midoryia x reader {smut}

Warnings: smut(18+), oral— female receiving, overstimulation, begging

Let the show being!

Everyone thinks deku is such an innocent little hero with big dreams and wouldn’t dare even think about doing anything sexual.

But you knew the truth. You knew how he loved to take you slow with deep strokes just to hear you beg, he loved how your adorable voice moans his name.

But what he really loves is devouring that beautiful little cunt of yours.

“Ohhh fuck! Please give me a break, b-baby pleaaase! Damn, your so good!” The feeling of his tongue flicking your clit and his fingers thrusting into you made you see stars.

A deep chuckle irrupted from him sending vibrations to your clit. “Fuck baby, you look so good when you squirm… and taste even better.” He said and continued to violate your poor cunt.

You felt your stomach tighten and your legs began to shake. With a whine you try to push away, the overstimulation was getting to you and you couldn’t take it anymore.

you squirmed and pulled away only to feel tight squeeze on your thigh as your boyfriend pulled you back into him with a grunt.

“Where do you think you’re going? Oh baby I’m not done with you just yet.” He slid his fingers out of your weeping little hole and replaced it with his tongue, feeling it swishing inside of you set you over the edge as your moans became loader and your begs and whippers became more noticeable.

You were close and he knew that. You arched your back but felt his hand push down on your stomach. “Shit! I can’t take it many more.”

“Oh yes you can, cmon. Gimme one more princess. I know you can.” You give a weak nod an grab onto his hair. “Fuuck baby, your so beautiful. And all mine at that.”

You were so close, you where right there. Just a few more licks and then— wait. Did he just stop? Why did he stop?

“Oh no no no no no, daddy please keep going! I need you!” You whined as he pulled away with a smirk.

“Sorry princess my jaw hurts. I guess your gonna have to wait this one out, again.” Lier. You attempted to finish yourself off but felt a hand grip your wrist.

“Don’t.”

“Fuck deku, please…”

#mha deku #deku x reader smut #smut #mha #bnha midoriya #first blog

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dekus-naughty-dikon · 1 year

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You’ll kill for me?

Izuku Midoriya x Female Reader

TW:Mention of kidnapping, blood, sex, r*pe, murder, details of murder, and anything else I forget.

SMUT ONESHOT, mentions ‘daddy’ and other kinks. My first smut and oneshot Im sorry.

I don’t own this art and idk who did it I’m sorry.

Now imagine Izuku coming home late at night covered in blood that ain’t his. Some will say “I would freak out”, but you simply go

“Hey Izu, why are you covered in blood are you okay?” you go and check to see any injuries. You don’t see none but he starts to chuckle.

“I’m fine puppy, why are you still up?” he says as he pushes the hair in his eyes back. He’s looking at you with adoration but also concern as you never stay up this late, I mean it’s 3 am. Who would stay up that late when they have work in the morning?

“I- I was worried about you, and you know I don’t like sleeping without you,” you say quietly, still trying to find out where the blood came from. Little did you know, he knows why you aren’t asleep. Yes, you don’t like sleeping without and worrying about him, but you were kidnapped not even two weeks ago by an unknown man. He did terrible things to you trying to find out Izuku’s- the number one pro hero- weaknesses. His thinking it was you was a huge mistake on his part. You aren’t his weakness. You are his strength, and why he wakes up every morning. You’ve been having nightmares and suffering from PTSD since they found you. Izuku asked you to move in with him not even an hour after he found you- you all being together for two years, it was understandable. Now you’ve been living with him, and he’s been helping you through your trauma and nightmares. He is there to protect you, and it’s why you can’t sleep without him. You worry about him not only because he’s Japan's number one pro hero but because you love him dearly. You are a little obsessed, but you find it healthy as he is your hero and love. It is healthy- until someone gets in the way of you two being together- or until someone hurts you or him. You become unhinged and forget your natural morals as you don’t want to lose the only person you have left. You didn’t know he was the same way.

“Puppy, you know I’ll come home. Always. Tell me the real reason you are up?” he looks at you with a soft stern look, making sure not to scare you like he does others.

“I- I did tell you, are you hungry? Have you eaten?” you say, trying to change the subject and not get caught in a half lie. You haven’t eaten being so worried about him, and you barely eat anything due to your fear and anxiety due to your trauma. It has affected you greatly, but you try and hide it. You can’t hide anything from Izuku tho, though he is very observant. He sees right through you hiding your fear and pretending to be okay. He knows what that man did to you, and every second of every day since he found out you’ve been kidnapped, his anger grows. It’s like a hot flame that won’t go out even when you pour water on top of it. The only thing that can take out this flame is you being with him, safe and happy. You are safe and comfortable but scared and traumatized. You’ve been going through stages of depression for years now, and this has made it worse, even if you don’t admit it. He sees it all, though, and it makes him angrier at the people who have hurt you in the past and the man who hurt you recently. That man had no right to touch what was his, you.

“Now, puppy, no changing the subject. No, I haven’t eaten yet, but I was going to after I showered,” he says softly but sternly. “Have you eaten?” he looks at you up and down, seeing if any signs of malnutrition are there. You have gotten skinnier since the kidnapping, but you also became weaker physically. Do to the things that man has done.

“I-um…” you hesitate. You hate lying to him. You know if you lie, he will find out the truth. Even if he doesn’t get angry with you but tries and talk to you about why you should eat- sleep- or do anything to keep yourself healthy, you are scared one day he will snap at you as your past exes have. Like your mother and father did when you were a child, like your foster parents, or the kids you went to school with.

You look down at your feet, thinking of how to change the subject, but with your luck, your stomach growls. You go wide-eyed but quickly return to normal as you don’t want to give away what you haven’t eaten.

“I’ll take that as a no, baby; look at me, please,” he says quietly and softly. He tilts your head up by the chin and looks at you in the eyes. Your eyes help him see everything he needs, they help him calm down, and they are like stars in the night sky to him- beautiful. “Baby, why haven’t you eaten? What was the last thing you ate today?” he asked curiously and was full of concern.

“I- I ate some yogurt and fruit this morning after you left. I guess I just forgot to eat again,” you say. Your lips quiver in guilt as you hate doing this to him. Hate seeing him so concerned with you- and for what? Because you haven’t eaten or slept. “I’m sorry-“Before you could even finish your apology, he kissed you softly. It’s the only way to get you to stop talking when you are feeling like this. Kissing and holding you tight is the only way to help you see he isn’t angry or upset- he loves you with everything in him and wants you to be okay.

“No apologies, puppy. I’m not angry or upset, okay.” He looks at you softly and lovingly. “How about we go shower and eat something, okay? Then we can cuddle and try and sleep,” he says softly.

“O-Okay. But you never told me why you are covered in blood. Is it yours?” you say, wiping away the tears that were about to fall. You look over him closer and realize he isn’t hurt, not one scratch or bruise. You become concerned about what happened for him to be covered in blood like this.

“Don’t worry ab-“Before you can even finish, you stop him.

“No, tell me please,” you say desperately. You want to know, and curiosity is eating at you now. “I just want to know, Izu, you never come home this late without calling- even with your hero work. Let alone come home covered in blood,” you say. You start worrying more and more as he won’t tell you.

“Puppy, if I tell you- you might see me differently,” he says quietly and sadly. He takes his fingers off your chin, making you sad, but you ignore that for now. You are more concerned about why he thinks you might see him differently.

“What? You know I can never see you in any other way than I have- I always have. You know I love you.” you say with a small laugh. You are trying to help him see you will be okay with anything he tells you as long as he’s okay.

“You- you wouldn’t look at me the same. You might become scared of me and lea-“He starts the last part, but you shut him up with a kiss. You pull him closer, not caring if you get blood on you. It wouldn’t be the first time you were covered in blood for him anyways.

“Hush!” you say after the deep kiss. You say this loudly, which is very rare for you. It causes him to go wide-eyed and look at you in shock. You never speak louder than an inside voice- speaking this loud means you are serious about this and want to know. That or you got upset about what he was saying, if not both.

“I will never leave you, Izuku. I love you more than anything, and I will never be scared of you, understand?” You say sternly. Which is even more of a shock to him- and honestly, a turn-on. “Tell me please, I want to know Izuku,” you saying his name like this makes him want to kiss you deeply and never let you go, but it also makes him sad that you are getting upset with him enough to call him his full name.

“I.. I killed someone.” he whispered. He backs up and turns his back towards you. You look at him in shock- him killing someone? Never. You seen him get angry at villains before but never seen him at a point where you thought he would kill them. “I killed him Y/N. The man who hurt you. The man who-“ he stops for a moment to collect his words, “the man who kidnapped, tortured, and r*ped you. I killed him, happily. I was so happy when I did it. I was so happy when I found him finally. I would do it again for you- I will always do ANYTHING for you.” he says loudly and sternly. He tries and speaks softly with you always but right now he is so scared of what you might do he forgets everything.

You look at him, his back still facing toward you. You were shocked but had butterflies. Did he kill someone for you? All because they hurt you. You didn’t care he brought up what happened, and you didn’t care he mentioned what the horrible man had done to you. You just cared about him. The fact he killed someone for you makes you blush and have a belly full of butterflies. It makes your heart jump out of your chest with happiness and love. Sure, anyone would be scared hearing that, but you? You killed multiple people for him. The people that dared lay a finger on your man and get away with it. The women who try and get in between you, too- you don’t hesitate. Like him, you are happy when you do it and would do it again. You never told him as he is a hero, and murder is a crime.

You walk closer to him, which he hears and tenses up. He is scared of what you will say and do. He doesn’t want to lose you- he would go crazier than he already has. When he feels you behind him, he slowly turns around halfway but doesn’t look in your direction. His hands are in fists as he tries to control his fear tears.

“Look at me, please,” you say quietly and softly, which shocked him but made him more scared as you might leave him like this. He slowly turns his head towards you and looks you in the eyes. You see the fear and anger of mentioning that man again in his eyes. He, right now, is blind by fear and can’t tell what you are thinking or feeling.

“How? How did you kill him?” you say softly and curiously. This made him hesitate, but he was shocked. He isn’t going to hope you will stay because who will remain with a murderer? Yeah, who would stay with a murderer?

“I- I tortured him,” he whispered, looking done. He can’t make eye contact with you telling you this. “I stabbed him, choked him, everything someone does in a torture chamber. I got creative with some of it, but most of it was to see him in pain, like the pain he caused you,” he says, trying not to smile or smirk when thinking of that man’s face in agony.

“Oh, wow,” you say a little louder. What shocked him was you sounded interested- you had wide eyes and a slight smile, but he was still looking down, so he didn’t see this and got scared. “Did he beg?” that made him look up quickly. That’s when he saw the wide eyes and slight smile you were trying to hide.

“Yes,” he says carefully. Trying to examine your reaction, but he was too confused and blind by fear still to understand anything you were expressing. “Yes, he begged, like a bitch.”

“Good,” you say. He goes wide-eyed as your smile is clearer to see, and you hug him tightly.

“W-what? You aren’t mad or upset?” he says, still shell-shocked at what is happening.

You stop the close hug just enough to look him in the eyes. “No, why would I be?” you ask curiously. You see nothing wrong with killing someone for the person you love most.

“I-I killed someone-“ he says, wide eyes and shocked still.

“Yes, and I’ve killed for you,” you say quietly, like telling a secret.

He goes wide-eyed, looking at you. He never thought you, out of all people, could be capable of murder. It all runs through his head, and some things start to connect. The secretary that went missing after locking herself and him in the bathrooms at his agency, trying to have sex with him knowing he was taken. The couple of girls at the coffee shop grabbed his ass when he went in to check on things turned up dead- murdered brutally-actually. The villain who stabbed him during a mission in Tokyo died in his jail cell. Everyone who has landed a hand on him in a harmful or nonconsensual way- dead or missing still. You killed them- brutally. Tortured them just because they put their hands on your man. His shock suddenly goes into lust and love as he looks at your eyes and face.

“You- you have?” he questioned. That is a dumb question if you ask yourself. He looked at your eyes and lips, begging for an answer.

“Yes, and I would do it again in a heartbeat,” you say calmly. To anyone else, it would be creepy, but to him, it was beautiful and sexy. He quickly catches your lips with his- kissing you softly but urgently. Never would he thought you would kill for him- this isn’t the first person he’s killed for you. Won't be the last.

“Fuck,” he whispered after you two separated for a breather. “Tell me how, baby, please,” he says lowly and quietly, ready to kiss you again. He pulls you closer, not caring about a single thing- not his clothes- not the blood all over him- nothing.

“I mean, you read their autopsies, right?” you look at him, questioning. He smirks and kisses you again roughly, but it ends as he speaks again.

“Yeah- I wanna hear it from you. That beautiful mouth of yours, And I’ll tell you how I’ve killed the others that dared lay a hand on you,” he whispers in your ear. It gives you tingles and causes you to shiver. Has he killed more people for you? This turned you on more than you thought it would. You jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist and staring into his eyes, smiling.

“Izu, you’ve killed multiple people for me?” you say as you look at him, getting closer to his lips, “that’s sexy, baby,” you whisper as you kiss him, in which he grabs your ass to hold you up and pushes his tongue past your lips.

Now tongues swirling around each other, sloppy kissing, and him grabbing your ass with your legs around his waist and arms around his neck to have him as close as possible. It becomes heated quickly, as you two haven’t had sex since before the kidnapping- him wanting to give you time- and you being too traumatized to think of anything like this. But now, you two have found out each other's dirty little secret and are as turned on for each other as animals in mating season.

He puts one of his hands in your hair and deepens the kiss even more, walking slowly to the bathroom. When he sits you on the sink counter, you gasp, giving him more access to your mouth. Tongue deep in your throat, you moan when he tugs on your hair in the right spot. He stops to breathe but only briefly as his lips find their way to your neck- leaving love bites and his marks all over your soft sweet skin. He soon discovers the sweet spot and sucks like a leech; making your moan louder. You are a panting, heaving, moaning mess when he stops and rips off your shirt. Seeing you aren’t wearing a bra- as you were going to go to sleep when he arrived home safely- he latches onto one of your nipples and flicks his tongue rapidly. Squeezing the other and sucking on your other nipple, he moans onto your nipple when you start to grind against his dick. Oh, how hard he is for you and how you love it. He stops just for a few seconds to catch his breath.

“Tell me, baby,” he says, kissing your neck, “tell me how you killed those bitches.” He speaks into your skin and starts to suck, leaving more of his marks.

“I- I had to find out where they lived first,” you say, panting a little from the sensation of his lips on your skin. “Then I just waited till they were alone to sneak in. Dumb whores didn’t lock their windows.” You giggle a little remembering how the dumb ass girls didn’t lock their windows at night and how the men were so easy to find.

You hear him chuckle into your neck, “Oh? Now that isn’t very smart of them,” he says, licking over a new mark he just left.

“They didn’t know how to fight either. It was easy dragging them out of their soft little beds and tying them up. The men, not so much, so I just knocked them out.” you say as you are a panting moaning mess. He licks down your breast to your belly button sucking and leaving marks all the way, “I used things they had, like their knives and other things that can cause damage. One had a fun crowbar.” you giggle. “Most of them didn’t last long enough when I was cutting each of their fingers off and passed out, but the ones who did last had some interesting words to say to me. It was so funny and fun hearing them beg and curse at me,” you say, stopping and gasping as you feel your shorts being ripped off. Izuku lays you back to pull your panties off with his teeth. Sucking and licking each part he goes by. You were lost in his eyes as they looked at you, pulling your panties down.

“Awe go on, baby, I wanna hear what all you did to those son of bitches.” he says as he licks your pelvic bone down to your thigh. He sucks the inside of your thigh, leaving marks near your sweet little sex, stopping and hovering, waiting for you to start talking again.

“I-I stabbed most of them, but the ones who hurt you-“ you stopped and gasped when you felt his tongue run up and down your slit. Back arching a little and watching him lick slowly up and down against your sex makes you quiver and shake. “The ones who hurt you- I-I, fuck, I made sure they felt every inch of what I cut and sliced them with. Some passed out when I got to their toes, but some lasted till I cut off their hand. Chopping them up was-“ you stop as he starts to suck on your clit but then continue, “so fun knowing what they have done to you. Their blood made puddles, and they whined like little bitches.” you start to moan uncontrollably as he sucks and fingers you with two fingers rapidly.

He moans into your sex, and his tongue flicks up and down rapidly and skillfully. “Mm puppy, you taste so fucking good,” he says into your sex which causes vibrations. It makes your back arch even more and pant.

“Come on baby, cum for me,” he says in a low tone voice that causes more vibrations to your sex. When he sucks on your clit again and arches his fingers up to hit your sweet spot, you cum instantly on his face. Lose all focus on anything else, just the feeling of his tongue and fingers inside you. He licks up all the cum from you, sitting up and pulling you close to him.

“Good girl,” he says against your lips as he kisses you. You taste yourself as he roughly kisses you. “Such a good girl for me. Even killed people for me,” he says lowly into your mouth. You grip his shirt, letting him know you want it off. He smiles and pulls off his shirt showing his chest and abs. All those scars turn you on more than you already were.

“Come on, baby, how about we shower? I’m not saying we are finished, but that bastard's blood is starting to get aggravating, and I don’t want his blood anywhere near my girl,” he says, lifting you from the counter to have you stand on the floor. You pull him from the rim of his pants to the shower, which he happily follows. Getting to the shower, you undo his pants, which he slides off in a heartbeat with his underwear.

His length is seeping precum and hard, but he knows he can wait. He doesn’t want that bastard's blood getting on you. Starting the shower, grabbing a loaf to scrub him off, you can’t stop looking into his eyes. He hasn’t looked away from you once, and when you look at him, all you see is him looking at you with adoration and love. Finishing scrubbing the last bit of blood off of him, he starts to wash you with a different loaf slowly and softly. Being very gentle around you injures that bastard caused you. They are healed, but he doesn’t want to risk anything. When he gets to your sex, he puts the loaf down, knowing you are sensitive, slowing and sensually washing your sex but not without fingering you in the process. His chest against your back and your ass against his dick, he fingers your slowly, going faster with each moan you let out.

“Have to make sure every,” he thrust his fingers into roughly but not to the point it hurts,” part,” thrust,” of that body,” thrust, “is clean.” he thrust rapidly into you, now making your back arch and you moan and pant leaning back against him. “Right baby?” he asks knowing he won’t get an answer.

“D-daddy,” you moan, putting a hand against the wall and the other in his hair. You grind against his dick, making him grunt.

Right when you were about to cum her stops and takes his fingers out, making you cry out a whine. “Shh baby, you’ll get to cum. But does my good girl want to make daddy cum first?” he lowly says in your ear.

“Ye-yes, Daddy,” you say as you turn around to kiss him; he kisses back roughly and grabs your ass. You kiss down his neck, leaving marks and bites on his skin, licking the scars on his cheek and abs.

Getting onto your knees, you stare at his length, he is much bigger than average, and you love it. To you, it was a gut wrecker. You look up at him, seeing him look down at you and pet your hair. You start to do kitten licks on his head, which makes him grunt and groan.

“Don’t tease me now, baby. That ain’t nice,” he says lowly with a grunt.

You start to suck his head just as he likes, slowly going down and deepthroating him. He grunts in pleasure and grabs your hair just right. You bobbing your head up and down slowly and sucking ever so tenderly makes him wild. He throws his head back, feeling so much pleasure he can barely breathe right. You always know how to suck him right, and he loves it.

“Fuck. Good girl, so good at sucking my cock.” he moans. He grabs your hair tighter and starts to throat fuck you slowly and rough to the point it hits the back of your throat.

“Such,” thrust, “a good,” thrust, “cock sucker,” thrust. He thrust into your mouth, repetitively groaning. Tears start to run down your face, and all you hear is the slurping sound you make, sucking his dick. “Yeah? You like sucking daddy’s cock?” he groans. You suck a little hard to let him know you say yes. He grunts more and thrusts, becoming more sloppy, “fuck I’m going to cum,” he says, thrusting faster into your mouth.” Swallow it like a good cocksucker.” he says. Thrusting more, he then cums down your throat, throwing his head back and moaning. “Fuck.”

When he takes his dick out of your mouth, you show him all the cum you will swallow. This makes him groan and become more turned on by the second. He picks you up and wraps your legs around him putting your back against the shower wall.

Kissing you, he wraps his hand around your breast and squeezes them right. “You want daddy to fuck you now? Or do you need more time, baby? I understand if you do.” he says softly, rubbing his thumb against your cheek and looking you so lovingly in the eyes.

“Please,” you say. “Please fuck me, Daddy,” you say quietly. You want him as much as he wants you, and nothing will stop you from having your man.

“Mmm fuck baby,” he says and kisses you, “you sure? I don’t want you to feel rushed or anything.” He says sweetly, he cares too much about you to rush you into things like this, and he understands if you want to say no.

“Please, Daddy. I want you so bad,” you say louder but not too much louder than usual. He looks you in the eyes one last time until he starts kissing you roughly but tenderly again. He lifts you so he can line up his dick with your entrance. Slowly pushing you onto his dick, you both moan at the feeling. Inch by inch, you lower on his dick till it’s inside you.

“Fuck. You feel so good,” he moans. “Tell me when to start moving, okay puppy?” he grunts—kissing you sweetly and waiting for your okay. Once you give the OK, he slowly thrusts in and out of you, not wanting to hurt you. You both moan and look into each other eyes. Never would you think you would have sex with someone as yandere as you. You love that he killed someone for you. You love, he would kill for you. To you, it’s the biggest turn-on, and to him, it is too. Both of you think about how lucky you two are to have each other. You love each other more than life itself, and nothing can or will change that.

“F-faster, Daddy,” you moan. He then starts to thrust faster and faster. He was soon going as fast and hard as he could. You become a moaning mess as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly. “Daddy! Fuck!” you moan.

“Yeah? You like it when daddy fucks you like this?” he grunts as he fucks as fast as he can, “Fuck, such a good girl taking all-, “ he moans, “of my fucking cock.” he moans and groans as he fucks you. He loves watching your face twist in pleasure; he loves hearing your moans as his dick is deep inside you.

“G-gonna cum, Daddy,” you moan and arch your back. You moan as he pulls your hair and sucks your neck and breast.

“Fuck.” he is now pounding into you at an inhuman speed, gripping your hair and ass. Sucking on your breast as you moan for him and clench around him. “Good girl- cum for daddy- cum for daddy,” he says and moans throwing his head back as he feels himself getting close. “Be a good little cumslut and come for daddy,” he says.

That was your final straw as you came instantly clawing his back and moaning into his ear. He loves every second of you clawing and moaning as it makes him cum deep inside you. “Fuck, that’s my fucking girls, that’s my-“ he breaths heavily, “girl.” he finishes his compliment and kisses you sweetly and tenderly. Not wanting to take it out of you like it’s his favorite place to be.

You breathe heavily and lay your head on his chest. In which he happily accepts and kisses the top of your head.

“Good girl, I love you so much, puppy,” he says as he kisses your head and holds you tighter. He pulls out of you, saving you still in his arms, and putting you towards the water, he rinses the cum off and out of you. After he turns off the shower, he lays both of you down in the bed, not worrying about clothes.

You cuddle more into his chest, happy he is lying with you and finally home. You are worn out from worrying, crying, panicking, and loving sex. He is, too, but he is also worn out from dealing with an issue before coming home to you. He is happy you accepted what he did and who he is, as well as glad you are the same type of crazy as him. He never wants to let you go and never wants to lose you. You are His light in the darkness and will forever be that light that never goes out.

“Come on, baby, make some ramen and watch a movie. We can sleep when we are done eating, okay?” he says quietly into your ear—looking at you as you look up.

“Okie, can we watch a Marvel movie?” you ask with big puppy eyes.

He chuckles as he figures it would be Marvel or Godzilla. “of course, baby, what else would we watch?”

THANK YOU AHHH… okay it took me a couple of hours but I finished it. My god that was something to write right off the top of my head at 3 am.

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