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simp-ly-writes · 1 year ago

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Lasting Pictures: Up and Under (pt.2)

Pairing: Poly!Task Force 141 x Photographer!Reader

Summary: Signing the papers was one thing, actually going back and doing the work was another. Memories come hurling back at you as you try and navigate this new lifestyle while getting to know the members of your new task force- some warm up quicker to you than others but are your trials all for nothing? Or maybe, just maybe this new start has other possibilities for you as well....

Warnings: 4952 words, Slow burn, heavy imagery of anxiety attack and PTSD, descriptions of blood and swearing.

A/N: Hey ya'll thank you all so much for all the love on the first post, weird to see so many people liking my shitty writing. Anyways! todays chapter is dedicated to my fellow stranger @cosychick who made this chapter possible (TYSM again, seriously). On another note... I may have written a lot again... and have an outline for many more chapters... hope you guys enjoy this next part! let me know what you think~

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The cheers surrounding the room are soon put to an end as the boys soon get ordered to return back to their duties on base as you and Gabby stay behind with Laswell. She opens your file on the table, flipping towards the back as she comments on your years of leave from the military. Your task force had all been promoted within the ranks and some were found less on field and more in strategy. You smiled at this newfound information, as it slightly fell when Laswell said how poorly they took your leave and lack of communication afterwards while tailing off on a few names that have you blinking your eyes quickly.

The room falling quiet once more, Gabby grasps your hand in her own- rubbing small circles into the back of it in an effort to comfort you. You squeeze it twice in response; awaiting Laswell to continue her commentary as a knock can be heard coming from the door, Price enters then closes it behind himself as he takes his seat back beside Laswell with his own paperwork in hand and places it on the table. He motions with a flick of his wrist for you guys to continue as he grabs for a pair of glasses and takes the lid of a pen off; beginning to flip through the sheets, signing every few pages while referencing others. Laswell continues to speak while opening a second file with your polaroid clipped to the front.

“Has your body fully healed from the incident?”

“Yes, ma’am”

“Do you still take medication for it or any other symptoms you have experienced as a result?”

“Yes I do”

Laswell hums in response, flickering to the next page as you lightly sigh in relief and Gabby comments, “May I speak freely?”

“You may”

“They have made a full recovery, I made sure of it before contacting them…” Gabby looks over at you, happiness is found in her squished cheeks from smiling so brightly as she drops your hand to reach over the table for your papers, “...I recommend still going through with the fitness regulation test for formal qualities- but they would pass easily nonetheless.”

Price decides to lift his head and joins the conversation once more, “some practice missions with 141 before sending directly to the field would be of value to us all as well. Time is limited- I know-”

You smile slightly at his addition, nodding your head in agreement before finishing his sentence, “but a little team building never hurt nobody” you tease lightly back as John matches your smile before returning back to the work at hand. Gabby leans over, clearing her throat loudly to whisper in your ear, “So what type of team building do you have planned~?”

Swatting her away while covering your cheeks from your blush, John chuckles to himself as you shrink into your sweater, cursing Gabby mentally as Laswell gives you all a tisk with a small smile gracing its way across her features; her tone lightening.

“You will get along great with the team, Dice, from what I read and see here today. 0-700 tomorrow for your assessment and I want you to move on to base with the rest of the team temporarily to redevelop your skills for the imminent future. Deployment is set for two weeks from now. That is all, thank you both” Laswell finishes, collecting her belongings before tapping Price on the shoulder on her way out.

Stacking the papers into a neat pile; he looks between you and Gabby before sliding an unsigned document, tapping his finger to where he wants you to sign and handing you his pen. Glancing down at it, its weight is surprisingly heavy and the small engraving of 141 on the lid has you smiling, you look over the page- reading through each clause before signing your name at the bottom and sliding it back with a sigh.

Gabby slaps your shoulder with yet another cheer as she calls for drinks tonight that has you shaking your head at the idea. “I have my assessment in the morning scales, can’t be going out and doing that just yet.”

“Lame” Gabby states back childishly before asking if you wanted a drive back, you smile thankfully at this as you begin to stand from your seat. Knees a bit weak from staying in the same position for too long. Yet as your hand hovers over the door handle, a small call out from the table has you turning back to face your new captain.

“Welcome to the team Y/N”

“Thank you Captain”

Keys swing around Gabbys finger as you both make your way towards the parking lot at the back of the base. Walking through the halls and across the pavement; viewing all the helicopters and equipment tucked nearly away has memories sending goosebumps across your skin, nerves and excitement mixing together in your anxiety driven cocktail as you follow in Fish’s shadow.

Gabby clicks the small device twice as the car flashes its lights with a small honk. Yet as you begin to enter the vehicle a calling out of your name from another car has you smacking your head against the roof of the car and eliciting a loud groan as you rub the spot gently, turning to face whomever got you into this state.

Gaz smiles apologetically from the rolled-down window as he asks if you want help tomorrow moving your stuff on to base, he mentioned that your new captain already sent a message to the infamous groupchat you had yet to be added to. Smiling at the man's kindness you accept as he asks for your number. Walking up to his car, exchanging phones; you place your name alone in his as Gaz places a petrol symbol for himself that has you giggling when you read it. Tapping the top of his car in a sign of goodbye, he drives through the gates and away.

Turning back you see Gabby leaned against the car with a cheeky grin, “do I need to report anything to the council already, lieutenant?”

“Yet?! Do you honestly think I am getting with any of them, or that they would have any interest in all of this shit?” You reply while flinging your hands up and down your body, emphasising your statement.

“Well.. you and Soap looked to be getting cosy…”

“I needed physical comfort, you know this”

“Mmhmm”

“Gabby! I swear to god-”

“Mmhmm”

“Even with my last team, we almost never did any of that shit”

“Almost?” She teases back.

“Not like that Gabs! ugh!”

Gabby does not bother to listen to anymore of your protests as she hops backs into the vehicle, the engine roaring to life as you sit yourself into the passengers side with a huff, buckling your seatbelt before helping her to check the blindspots and give directions back to your place.

The drive back is peaceful after the hellish day you have had. Gabby flipped you off while driving away as your neighbour complained about hearing your cat moving about your apartment too loudly. Apologising you turned the key in the hole and entered, the space was dark with a small candle coming from the kitchen. Cursing to yourself for leaving it unattended, blowing it out you called for Spoons to make sure he didn’t hurt himself from it.

Checking the cat over in your arms and sighing out in relief, you hunched down slightly so they could move to your shoulders and motioned to get their medication before you started the debate of ordering in or cooking dinner for yourself. Opening the fridge you cursed to find it empty, resting your forehead against its metal door to cool your head, you felt for your phone the jean pocket as Spoons meows loudly in your ear.

Placing him on the counter and closing the door with your foot, you order delivery and feel for your wallet; walking yourself back into the living and falling onto the cushioned seat, feet pressed atop the coffee table as you threw a weighted blanket over yourself and turned the television on. Doctor Who played across the screen as you chucked at their antics and companions' poorly timed jokes, the doorbell ringing and a tip being served before you switched to the VOD for the football game.

Your team was losing severely as you whisper-yelled at the screen, afraid of getting a thorough beating from your elderly neighbour. You flicked it off before it finished and noticed that your plate was empty. Placing the containers in the fridge and washing your dishes in the sink, you see Spoons sleeping on the half-wall separating your kitchen from the dining room. Their belly turned upwards as light snores exited their body. Snapping a quick picture to show Ghost in the morning, you began your nightly routine.

Showering, brushing and flossing your teeth, alongside applying your moisturizers. You shuffled underneath the covers while doing some last minute scrolling through your phone. Rolling your eyes when you saw the endless stream of reels being sent from Gabbys personal account that had you switching your ringer off and placing it on to charge. Setting your alarm clock to sound you closed your eyes as your body jerked throughout the night, awaking in a cold sweat as only a few hours had passed before doing your best at returning back to sleep.

The loud sound of ringing gradually made its way across your ears as you groaned and blindly reached over to turn it off; you ended up swatting it off the nightstand, the loud crash had you sitting upright from the sound of it smacking against the hardwood floors. Being stubborn to get out of bed just yet, you reach across the room to pick it up and shut it up. Falling back into the covers you reach for your phone and smile seeing your parents’ name in the notifications, they wish you a strong return back with a string of emojis that has you shaking your head while replying, slightly regretting for introducing them to that submenu on the keyboard.

Stretching and rolling out your yoga mat, you do our daily exercises before setting the kettle to boil and heading for a quick shower. The mirror clouds over as you draw a small heart across its surface while scrolling for just the right song to start getting ready to.

Coming back out- refreshed you dig through the back of your closet to find parts of your old uniform that you didn’t have the heart to send down to the storage rooms. Placing it across your frame and looking at yourself in the foyer mirror. A tear slides itself down your cheek as you swiftly wipe it away. Spoons soon comes between your legs pawing to be fed as you lightly smile down at them.

Apologizing to your furry friend, you give them their daily medication and head out the door, to your car in the underground parkade. 06:10 reads on the dash as you drive back to the base from memory. While at a light you start a call with Gabby, hoping that she would fess up to what types of testing you will go through today, yet she gave you nothing much to your dismay other than some teasing as usual.

“Did you end up talking to Gaz more last night when you exchanged numbers?”

“No, I talked to my parent though.”

“Oh! I miss them, are they still single?”

“Gabs I swear-”

“Hey! Just an honest question…”

“Sure, sure.”

“Are you here yet?”

“Almost, about a block away”

“Okay good.”

“Everything al’right?”

“Oh yeah, Soap just keeps telling me I'm no fun now that he’s met you, butthurt honestly.”

“Well I have always been the funnier one.”

“Thanks, just what I needed to hear.”

“You know me- social skills, simply perfection…” you end with a giggle in your voice, “...okay im at the gate now, see you in a few.”

Pulling the car into an empty parking spot, you ended the call while hauling your work bag with your camera inside over your shoulder from the passenger's seat and take your metal water bottle with you. Locking the car with a click you walked towards the main building and picked yourself up a new badge. Wincing at your picture, you hide it in your jacket pocket as you make your way down the hall and towards the locker rooms to put your stuff down.

Taking in a deep breath, you made your way out to the fields and saw everyone standing in a circle, speaking in hushed tones before halting at the sounds of your footsteps nearning. Giving the group a small wave, Gabby came over and wished you luck with a large hug and kiss against your cheek before returning back to her duties. Laswell stood to the side, clipboard in hand as she began to look at her watch, anxious to begin and return to her stack of files as well.

Soap speedily walks his way over to you, clapping a hand on your shoulder and pulling you in to his side, he wishes you good luck and a few other words told in his native tongue that you didn’t quite catch before Ghost is shouting across the field, in what would appear an aggressive tone to any new listener.

“English, Jonny”

“Fuckin’ Britts you lot”

“Hey you! Don't assume my nationality you prick”

Soap looks at you wide-eyed and apologetically as words and curses fall out of his mouth like a waterfall. Gaz can he heard chucking off to the side as you pat Soaps shoulder and tell him that you were just pulling his leg. He nods his head and sighs out in relief while looking up towards the grey skies. Making your way over to greet the Captain and Ghost, they both offer you a firm handshake once more as you provide a wide smile back before heading towards Gaz sitting on a nearby bench beside Laswell.

Sitting beside him, he starts making small talk and eventually asks what you are doing directly after this. Looking towards Laswell she shrugs and reminds you of the team-building you promised to do before calling you to the starting line. Gaz makes a quick note for you to continue your conversation later as he shouts you a good luck as you make your way away. He sits up from the bench and moves to stand beside Simon and the others in line to the side.

Nearing the starting line, you notice a series of vertical obstacles ranging from a rope climb, an outstanding rock wall and a fence hop. Leaning your body to the side, you look further down to see a tire you will need to push alongside a series of pylons lining a large section of the tarmac. A long run, how great after all of that.

Shaking your head of the negativity, you closed your eyes and evened your breathing before sending Laswell a nod of your head, ready to tackle this course to the best of your ability. The sound of a shout coming from the Station Chief has your body moving faster than your mind as you hoist yourself up the rope and jump down to the other side.

Your body wavers slightly upon impact yet as soon as your knees steady once more you are running up the rock wall to boost yourself up, skipping half of it as you hear Gaz praising your technique while waiting running to wait for you on the other side. Using your feet and hands, you slip slightly from the lack of gloves or chalk before running down the ramp on the other side. Next you are sprinting over to hop over three sizes of fences as Soap claps loudly at the end telling you how many obstacles you have left.

Smiling to yourself in a layer of sweat, you side-hop the last small fence before whipping your forehead with the backside of your arm and collapse yourself to the floor in low crawl under the wire frames above. The mud finds its way into your boots and underneath your fingernails as you sigh happily at its cool texture on your skin.

Nearing the end you look ahead of yourself to see the long awaited large tire sitting flush against the ground. Picking yourself up to stand and shaking your hands violently while running over, you heave it up with a large grunt and push it to fall. Completing these repetitive actions tenfold before showing the tire over the designated cones. The long awaited run now awaited you as Price praised you with a large smile, yours matching his own as your feet began to pick up pace once more, now desperately trying to reach the end of the course in time.

The soon becomes in view as you see Laswell standing there, stopwatch in hand as Gabby appears beside her, jumping enthusiastically and pointing at your approaching frame. This momentarily distracts you from the pain you are feeling throughout your body as it takes everything in you to run the last quarter mile.

Yet as you near, the shouting of all your awaiting squad members, the sound of your blood pumping through your ears and your laboured breaths has you faltering slightly as your world spins and the finish line is closer than ever before.

Memories cloud over your senses as you can feel the sweat dripping off your neck and down your back. The feeling of cold metal combing itself against your skin has you shivering in your overheated state as your stomach begins to turn itself outwards.

You don’t notice yourself running across the finish line and slightly pass before a pair of arms wrap themselves around your frame and hold you steady as they shake your shoulders in an effort to make you become present.

You can feel a distant hand running circles on to your lower back as they brush the hair out of your eyes and behind your ears before resting their hand against your forehead, checking your temperature while making a hand motion in the other as the sounds of multiple boots rushing over have you swaying in their hold and holding your stomach as you kneel over. Knees falling to the pavement as you collapse on to your side. Eyes blurry as you see the rough contours of faces shaking your legs and holding your chin before they push you into recovery position as you throw up your guts on to someone's boots.

Apologising subconsciously in a gravel filled tone. The sounds of cries over power your being as you shrink into yourself, tears falling. But soon enough you feel laying down beside you as they tug you over and point to the clouds in the sky while you rub your eyes. The multiple pairs of eyes on you have fallen significantly as you take in a large breath and whip your eyes and cheeks with the back of your hand.

Looking over to your left you see Gabby staring at you smiling, remenist to what you would do as kids in your backyard, making stories out of all the clouds above and promises of your futures together. How times have changed as the pavement burned itself against the back of your head that still felt a bit fuzzy and your hands shook slightly against your sides.

As Gabby directs you to copy her breathing and calls for your bag to be brought over while searching for your medication side, she asks softly if you remember to take some yesterday. Eyes going wide you shake your head and groan to yourself while placing the back side of your hand to rest against your forehead, shielding your eyes from the sun beginning to poke its way through the clouds.

Doing your best to hoist yourself to a sitting position, your frame wobbles slightly as Gabby rapidly turns her body around and her face turns into horror. Her hands are filled as she watches you sway and almost crash your head against the tarmac once more yet thankfully an arm had you hoisted up against their side as they joined you on the floor.

Smiling over to Gaz thankfully he rubbed your shoulder and Gabby kneeled down to hand you a cup of water and a few pills. Looking at them in your hand, shuffling them slightly in your palm you threw them into your mouth, tipping your head back consciously as the water made its way down your system.

Gaz then handed you a pack of crackers that were obviously from an MRE. You winched in reaction that had Gaz giggling at your face before it fell when Fish just about punched him to remove it. Shaking your head slightly at the two and telling Gaz you know he meant nothing poor of it, you begin to take small bites out of the cracker while looking around to find where everyone else went.

As you stare down the field, you see Laswell and Price in a heated argument as the boys stand to his side, a few grand hand gestures are made as Soap flings his arms around wildly, almost hitting Ghost in the face that has him holding his limbs still so the Captain can focus.

Looking towards Gaz once more you ask simply, “Hey Gaz…” He hums to you in reply while his focus is on making sure that you continue to eat, “...Shouldn’t you be down there listening to what Laswell and Price have to say?”

“I think something more important came up that held my attention”

As you move to apologise, Gaz holds his other hand up slightly as you pause your next words. His eyes crinkle slightly as he stares eye level into your own, your mouth opens slightly at the sight of his smile so close to your face, yet you shake your head blaming it on all the anxiety still coursing its way through your system.

“Sometimes all we need is to sit down with someone so that the world can figure itself out.”

You humm in reply as clears her throat softly as you both jerk your bodies in reaction, forgetting her presence in front of you. She shakes her head and chuckles lightly at both of your reactions before saying, “what about some words of wisdom for yours truly, Garrick?” While fluttering her eyelashes.

Rolling your eyes you can’t help but chuckle at your best friends seemingly never ending sass as you ask, “Garrick?” While tilting your head to the side, staring at Gaz’s profile as he simply explains that it's his last name and you nod to this newfound information.

“My full name is actually Kyle “Gaz” Garrick”

“Kyle Garrick” You test the name out upon your lips as he gives you once of his famous smiles once more while squeezing your shoulder.

“My name sounds a whole lot better while coming out from between your lips”

Gasping at his comment, you blush widely in response while holding your cheeks with the palms of your hand in an effort to hide your growing embarrassment. Groaning while leaning forward, your head falls into Gabbys lap as she laughs once more at you while combing her fingers through your hair as Gaz slides his hand to rest against your back.

Mumbling in Gabbys secure hold about his touch not helping your state. You hear a loud laugh as he reacts with his hand apologising. The lack of his touch as you question the equally relieved and disappointed emotions flashes across your brain. Yet this bubble of a moment would soon be broken as the rest of the team returned around you.

Everyone eventually sat down on the pavement that had you mentally giggling to yourself, the ghost of a smile makes its way across your features as you notice the formation you all have made is reminiscent of the duck, duck, goose game.

Soap soon leans over to whisper in your ear, “tag, you’re it” while poking your shoulder jokingly. Wincing in an exaggerated manner has Soap quickly asking if you alright as you smile kindly in response, “I’m feeling a lot better now, thank you Soap”

He nods back in response before shifting his focus to Gaz, eyeing how close he is sitting against you now all the more obvious as Gabby moved herself to sit between Laswell and Ghost. Yet making no comments on his observations that has relief spreading across your skin. You did not need anymore teasing.

Looking back around the circle yourself, you notice as the Captain does a quick look over of you before nodding his head in approval and turning his attention towards Laswell who appears to be choosing their next words carefully as you feel Ghosts gaze settling hot against your profile.

Tilting your head slightly, you notice how he plays with his gloves and how soft his eyes appear behind the mask as if asking you a simple question to your state. Offering a small smile and nod in recognition you watch out of the corner of your eye as his fidgeting stops and he too eyes Laswells next words.

Clearing her throat, her eyes make their way around the circle and stop at you, “you have done well today Y/L/N, flying colours for the obstacle course and impressive return I must add. Yet after today…” Her sentence drifts off as she lacks the words necessary to continue, looking over to Price for help.

The Captain holds your eyes softly in his own as he finishes for Laswell, “from discussions earlier and your best interests in mind, Laswell and the team have decided that we won’t be putting you on attack for now.” A large sigh escapes your mouth as you feel conflicted on how to feel about not fully coming back.

Price continues, “until then you come with us on missions to gather intelligence for Fish under our watch.”

“I understand sir” you respond back, doing the best to hide your emotion in your voice as you see Soap shift himself closer to your side in noticing your slight change in tone. Your eyes are still being held by the captains as you see his eyes wince slightly at your response before his face returns to its professional state.

Slapping his hands against his knees with a throat clearing he stands up from the sitting circle and dismisses the meeting, turning around and walking his way back inside the main building. Laswell follows suit, dragging Gabby alongside her while they both compare paper-workloads.

Gabby turns around mouthing an apology for leaving so soon as you look back and see Ghost is now a bit further away with Soap as they appear to be chatting seriously over something together before Ghost locks him into a headlock. Shaking your lead and looking away all you hear are the sounds of them scraping one another in the background as you find Kyle waiting to ask you something.

“Do you want me to come over tonight?” Kyle questions softly while tilting his head, awaiting your response.

“To come over?”

“Oh ah-apologies, I meant to move your things temporarily on base”

“Oh,” You laugh lightly while shaking your head of the drifting thoughts you were having, “...yeah some help would be great Kyle! Thank you so much for the offer once more.”

“It's really nothing Y/N.”

“Still…”

“Well, how about after you treat me to some coffee together the day after?”

“I like the sound of that,” You say while doing your best to hide the ever growing smile spreading its way across your rosy cheeks as you notice Gaz smiling back at your adorable self.

“Why do you get to call Gaz by their first name and not me?! I thought I was your favorite based upon yesterday, what has this British man done to your head beauty?” Soap cries out while quickly walking back over to you as Ghost is nowhere to be seen.

Your head throws back in laughter as your shoulders rise and fall in swift motions. Gaz shakes his head at his squad member, shoving his shoulder lightly from around your frame with the hint of a smile tugging at the ends of his lips. While Soap remains completely serious in the matter, grabbing your shoulders lightly to make sure you are facing him when you respond.

“Okay then Soap…” Your voice deepens teasingly at the mention of his callsign “...so what would you like me to call you?”

You watch as his eyebrows raise and a smirk slides its way across his features that has you already groaning, predicting what he is going to say as you can hear Kyle laughing behind you at the interaction.

“Mhmm, well there are a number of things I would love you to call me…” You roll your eyes at this comment, “...Yet for now let's stick to Johnny.”

“Johnny?”

“You got it, Johnny.”

“Can’t promise I can say it with a scottish accent like you do”

“Humor me”

“Please don’t make me.”

“Just once, c'mon, promise not to record this one…”

“This one!”

“Oh shit.”

“Oh shit is right, Johnny” You respond in a horrible Scottish accent that has Soap reeling with laughter as he grips your shoulder and pulls you into a hug as Gaz laughs harder in the background. The flash of a camera can be heard as you call pause to face the sound to see Ghost pocketing his phone inside his black hoodie.

╰┈➤ A/N: so... what did you guys think? Have a favorite member so far? Thank you serious for reading all of this lol.

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bedoballoons · 1 year ago

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Is your requests still open i just got back on and stuff and i kinda forgot your username did you change it i feel like my memory is getting worser everyday🫠aside from that if you are still doing requests can i maybe request like a reader that has animals following them around because of the calming presence they have around them that they use to comfort the characters at times maybe with a dendro or cryo vision (tighnari, wanderer,lyney,xiao,nuevelle bro what is this mans name and maybe cyno for the last) oh and they are a healer

It did change! My older username was much longer and a randomly generated one so I decided to go with something more personal! Also so happy to see you again! Sorry this took forever to write, but I hope you enjoy!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙��𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~Calm like a soft breeze~༺}

CW: Super sweet and fluffy!

(Includes: Lyney, Tighnari, Xiao, Wanderer, and Neuvillette!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

"Oh my" Lyney gasped as he caught sight of the fish in the ocean, the lot of them swirling at the bottom of your feet while you searched for shells against the setting sun...the crabs had even started to follow you. You just had that affect on everything, anything that could see your sweet smile...feel the calm collected words that left your lips...they'd be entranced. He himself often got himself watching you with lovestruck eyes, hoping to catch glimpses of just what made you a walking safe place.

"Mon amour, you're one of the most beautiful mysteries of this world, I hope you realize just how many times you leave me in awe..."

"L-lyney...I'm just collecting shel-"

"I know and yet you've even caught the attention of the sea itself...incredible. Absolutely incredible."

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnaris tail swayed slightly as he watched you, he couldn't help but be amazed...more animals gathering around to watch along with him as you intertwined small sticks into a crown. Your soft presence drawing him and every other living thing closer so they could see the culprit behind their newfound peace of mind. He had no clue how you managed to turn even his most stressed days into easy evenings. You truly had to be magical, and not like using a vision type of magic. A magic entirely your own, a spell you cast on anyone who met you.

"You're pretty incredible. I thought today was going terribly and then you turned it around like it had never been bad to begin with...how do you do it?"

"I just go with the flow and comfort you all the ways I can, you're the incredible one and I want to help you feel that way."

"There's no doubt you do."

𑁍༄Xiao:

Xiao sighed, watching as more birds gathered around you...your being radiating a calming aura that even had him feeling like he could lull off into a sweet sleep. "How do you always manage to draw the attention of the birds? You're just humming and yet it feels like you slow the world down so all can feel at peace...even me with my Karmic debt. How?"

"I'm not sure, I just humm the melody in my heart and hope that the birds and you enjoy it. As for being calming...I guess I find it easier to comfort people when I'm like this. Does this help?"

"Yes...I appreciate it. I might actually rest for awhile...if that's alright."

"Of course it is. Rest as long as you can my dear, you deserve it."

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer set his hat beside you, laying his head on your lap so he could look up at you while more animals gathered around the both of you. Normally so much attention from the wildlife would leave him annoyed...but you calmed his angry soul so easily. Reading aloud to the creatures of the forest and him while the clouds slowly swayed in the sky...you just left everything feeling safe and cozy.

"I don't know how you do it...but thanks I guess, for making me feel better. Even if you didn't really do anything but read. It helps.."

"If reading to you is what helps then consider it my pleasure."

"...you, are what helps."

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

Neuvillette opened the window slightly, allowing the many birds that had been sitting on the sill of it to get a better look at the source of the most wonderful lullaby they'd ever heard. Your voice was like the calming waves of a ocean, the perfect sound washing over him and wrapping him in a comforting warmth he'd needed so badly after his long day at work. He could listen to you for hours and never find your voice dull.

"You're a work of art my dear."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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forcefemdemonprincess · 1 month ago

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I finished a little fantasy themed short story I've been cooking up for the last few days, with lots of corruption and forcefem kinks, if anyone wants to give it a read!

One ordinary day, I sense something reaching out to me, from the faraway depths of the material plane; the feeble presence of a summoning spell, beckoning me towards it's caster. It would be simple to ignore the call, yet as my curiosity gets the best of me, I deign to answer, following the thread of conjuration magic to it's source.

My senses take in the sight of a stone tower, a summoning circle scribed upon the very center of the floor, the candles surrounding it flickering with a faint orange flame. Beyond it there is a wooden work desk and chair, a simple bed, and walls covered in bookshelves, all with disorganized tomes and scrolls strewn about; and a large window on either side through which the starlight shines in a moonless night, curtains billowing in the breeze.

Standing before the circle stands a half-elven wizard, seeming to be in his twenties in human years - though elven blood makes it difficult to ascertain, he could be anywhere from two decades to a couple centuries old - with short brown hair and the lithe, frail frame of a scholar and a smooth face with rather comely features. He chants the summoning spell, his voice filled with uncertainty as he slowly sounds out the incantation as if the words were alien to his lips.

And they likely are. Far from an archmage of yore, the young man seems to have little more skill than a mediocre apprentice. The binding runes around the summoning circle, meant to keep the caster safe and the fiend contained, are all written incorrectly, not that it would have worked with a demon of my caliber to begin with. Even the spellbook he holds is old, certainly passed down to his hands by another, perhaps a mentor or loving relative.

The candles flicker, then go out entirely. The wizard stops his chanting and takes a step back startled, and slowly I rise from the summoning circle. I choose a relatively nonthreatening form, a scantily clad, mostly human-looking woman, save for the pink skin, curved horns, and a thin tail which ends in a heart shape. The candles light up again, their flames painting the room a bright, pink hue.

He immediately looks surprised, as if he'd never expected his spell to work to begin with, but once the shock has passed, he speaks in a shaky voice:

"I-I am the mage Theodoros! I bind you to my service, o' fiend!"

It takes great effort to stifle the urge to laugh. Not only did the fool forget to put up wards or use any binding spells to speak of - not that it would have mattered - he made the oldest beginner's mistake in the book and told a demon his name, not to mention his utter lack of confidence and authority, the wizard paints a laughable picture.

Yet, it's been so long since I've had a mortal plaything to toy with... And this one is so cute and pathetic I simply must have him. And thus, I decide to play along:

"Of course... Master," I smirk deviously. His ecstatic grin makes it clear the half-elf holds no suspiscion of my subterfuge whatsoever. His naivete is baffling, truly. "What is it you desire? Power? Knowledge of dark, forbidden spells? Or are you simply looking to fulfill your wordly lusts?"

The adorable blush of embarrassment that quickly takes over his pale cheeks at the mere suggestion of sex is almost enough to make this worth it already. Virgins are especially fun to break.

"Uh, the spells and power, yes." He calms himself with deep breaths. "I want to become a powerful archmage."

"And you decided to take a shortcut, did you? Very intelligent. Why slave away over dusty old tomes if you can drink directly from the fountain."

He smiles wide at but a few honeyed words. "Exactly! You get it. Well then... Go ahead and uhm, make me stronger. With your demon magic and all."

"Gladly. Could you give me your hand, for but a moment?"

"What? Hells no, I'm not letting a demon touch me, that sounds far too dangerous!" Oh, now he's thinking about risks and consequences. I almost roll my eyes.

I pout. "Come now, it's only through contact that I could lend you my power. Besides! I'm bound to your service, remember? I couldn't harm you if I wanted to."

"Oh... That's true. Alright, do it." He extends his hand, as if for a handshake. I grasp it tightly, and pull him closer into the summoning circle, nearly making him trip, and bring his hand to my lips. They sear with infernal flames, branding a lipstick mark into the flesh of the back of his hand despite how he whimpers and uselessly tries to pull it away.

Before he can issue any further complaint, the blissful heat and raw strength of my demonic mana flows into his being, making him gasp, his eyes momentarily flashing a bright pink hue and his dick becoming painfully hard, his size... Unremarkable. Slightly below average, perhaps.

"I... I thought you said you couldn't harm me." Theodoros says, out of breath.

"Oh, don't be such a baby... A little bit of pain is no harm at all. Quite the opposite, in fact! Don't you feel it?"

"I feel... Hot?" He raises his hands, the tip of his fingers shimmering, brimming with arcane might.

"Go on, try it out!" I grin.

He walks over to a large window that leads to a balcony, trembling with anticipation. He extends his hands, and an unending torrent of fuchsia colored hellfire, hot enough to melt steel, erupts up into the air. He laughs maniacally, drunk with the power and the demonic magic seeping into his body and mind from the infernal brand on his hand. The lustful magic overtakes him, and his concentration in the spell is broken as he orgasms on the spot.

"Hah... I only ever managed to make sparks and light candles before. This is incredible!" He says, with a giddy smile and an unfocused gaze.

"And it's only the beginning," I reply with a smirk as he walks back to me.

"What more can you teach me?" He asks excitedly.

"Oh, plenty. You can manipulate hellfire, bend minds, change into whatever shape you like... And that's not even mentioning the libraries worth of knowledge I've accrued over the years."

"That's... Fucking hells, that's everything I wanted and more." His chest heaves up and down, the adrenaline not going down in the slightest... Nor does his raging arousal. "Can you... Do something about this?" He asks, pointing to the tent in his robes, which refuses to go down despite him already having finished once.

"Oh, plenty! Why don't you come over here and let me show you?"

"I meant more... Just make it stop? With magic or something? It's driving me mad!"

"It's a side effect of demonic magic. I can't make it go away... But I can help relieve you of it in a more direct, and much more pleasurable manner." I say, sliding aside the strap that holds my upper garments to my shoulder, revealing one of my beautifully shaped breasts, while pumping more arousal through his brand. "Just let me out of this summoming circle and I'll show you," I say, dropping the other strap to let my chest bare in it's entorety for his viewing pleasure. I could step out of the circle any time I wanted, but it's far more delicious to make him submit willingly to my whims.

"Hhrn... Alright, fine!" He walks over and rubs his sole on the chalk circle, opening a passage. I step through and put my hand on his chest, giving him a slight push against the wall before pressing my lips to his, forcing a delicious throaty moan out of him as I press my body into him.

My longue, forked tongues explores his mouth, swirling around his in a long, sloppy kiss, grabbing onto his ass roughly enough go make him squeal again. He eventually pushes me off to gasp for air, a strand of saliva lewdly connecting our mouths.

"Mo... More..." He pleads in a breathy voice. "I want to fuck you." He nearly growls, consumed with lust.

"As you wish," I say with a grin, and touch his forehead. With a flash of light the mage is teleported onto the bed, his clothes dropping onto the floor where he stood.

I slowly walks towards the bed, taking off the rest of my garments, making him writhe with anticipation as my curvy, hourglass shaped frame comes into view. I run my hand along my smooth pink skin as I get on the bed, getting between his legs.

He bites his thick, luscious lips as I lick his length from shaft to tip, nearly shooting his load then and there, before I hold it down with a bit of magic. Not yet.

I take his tip in my mouth, wrapping my lips tightly around it and swirling my tongue, feeling the cutie wizard get all wet for me with his pre. I suck aggressively hard, making him moan and twitch and give pathetic little bucks of his hips into my mouth as it envelops his unimpressive member completely.

I make him ride on that very edge of release for countless minutes each stretching on to feel like hour, watching him melt and turn into a writhing, mewling mess, trying everything, from thrusting his hips, to grabbing my horns to try and push me away, all to no avail, until he's barely forming coherent sentences, begging and pleading with tears in his eyes.

When I suddenly pull it out of my lips and release the spell, letting him drench himself in his seed in a mind-numbing orgasm that goes on and on endlessly, the wizard's wjole body shaking and spasming, howling moans escaping his throat.

Each spurt of his seed, that becomes increasingly thin and watery the longer his peak goes on, drains his already somewhat petite member slowly of it's size. When it subdues at last, he's lost about half of it, and with it, you can clearly see how his body and face have gotten softer, his hips wider, waist slimmer, and nipples puffier as his chest begins to form into breasts. His irises begin to glow with that unnatural pink glow from before, and two small pointy protrusions begin to subtly grow along the sides of his head.

Theodoros is, however, too much of a giggly, horny mess at this point to notice, let alone care. "His" eyes half-lidded and a giddy, drooling grin rests on the "man's" lips, nary a coherent thought in the mage's mind... Yet that diminutive dick remains hard, hips bucking needily. Theo's eyes find mine with a pleading look, and the slut manages to speak, in a moany voice:

"Ple... Please..."

I smirk wide, straddling the weak-willed wizard, and letting their now diminutive dick enter me. The pleasure of having it in me as I start riding it is negligible, but the delight and satisfaction of watching this pretty little thing unravel under my will more than makes up for it.

I bounce on it, roughly, wrapping my hand around the wizard's throat as they look into my eyes, pinned under my body as I fuck their brains out, riding their cock until they're chaining one orgasm right into another without stop.

This time, there's no spell to make their dicklet hold back. They cum over and over and over again, shallow spurts of weak, watery seed shooting again and again inside me as I quickly drain away their virility and the rest of their size until there's nearly nothing left anymore of the wizard's dick.

Their last spurt comes with great difficulty, painfully making them writhe and yielp until they shoot out a tiny, pretty little gemstone, brimming with life. Theodoros cums her soul out, and with it goes the rest of her masculinity and self, sealing her transformation into a lesser demon, with a cute, lithe frame, a pair of small horns on her head, a tail, with a heart shaped tip, and pink eyes with slitted pupils.

In a moment, a large demonic cock forms onto my crotch, and Theo instinctively spreads her legs, presenting a smooth, bare crotch. I press my tip between her legs and push, her body yielding to my will and my cock, shapeshifting her pussy and womb into existence to better serve my needs.

"Good girl. You'vrle yielded your soul to me, and now... You're bound into my service, eternally. From now on, I rename you... Theodora. And you may adress me as mistress, Thea."

"Yes... Mistress." Her mind seems to object momentarily to the idea, but the thought is quickly discarded. Whilst holding her soul, Thea's mind is as malleable as her body. The fledgling demoness can't even will herself to want to resist. The very thought brings her pain... And obedience brings bliss.

"That's my good girl... You and I are going to have a lot of fun."

#forcefemdemonprincess #forcefem #forcefem nsft #forcefem k1nk #corruption k1nk #nsft writing #wizard nsft #succubus nsft #be nice to me I havent written anything like this in a while

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rollinouttahere-writes · 10 months ago

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What about monsters au or maybe a fairy au

These have yandere themes to them from when this was supposed to be part of a Halloween event, but I decided to keep it that way because I like it. The first paragraph lightly explains what they are, the second is a reader-insert scenario.

Yandere Straw Hats Monster AU

2.3k words

Monkey D. Luffy - Faerie

Luffy has some intense fae vibes in my humble opinion. He’s chaotic, marches to the beat of his own drum, and he’s prone to dragging people into lifelong friendships that they CANNOT escape from. Luffy finds other fae to be rather uppity, and he prefers the company of humans. They’re so funny and weird! Plus he likes their food. Luffy comes from a very powerful bloodline, though people tend to forget about this fact until it’s too late and they’ve already provoked him.

One day when you’re out foraging, you almost step inside a fairy ring. You count your lucky stars that you didn’t and turn to leave and give the ring a wide margin, but a voice comes from behind you. A faerie is casually sitting in the circle and asks if he could have some of your food. Not wanting to upset him, you toss the snacks you brought for the day to him. He all but demands that you come to visit him once in a while, and you’re forced to abide. Refusing would upset him, but agreeing and then not keeping your word would be even worse. Fortunately, as you continue to meet with him, you find him to be awfully kind and fun for a faerie. You begin to look forward to these meetings. When he asks one day if you’re his friend, it’s only natural for you to say yes. A big mistake, you would quickly come to realize. By agreeing that you’re his friend, you’ve unwittingly given him ownership of yourself. But it’s okay! You two will have lots of fun along with all of his other friends!

Roronoa Zoro - Werewolf/Barghest

Another case of vibes, Zoro just screams werewolf to me. The barghest is a monstrous black dog originating from English mythology, with some sources claiming that a wound inflicted by its claws will never heal. I’ve combined this creature with a werewolf to make it a bit more interesting. When Zoro transforms, he takes on a grotesque and massive wolf-like shape with green fur. He’s capable of standing on two legs, but walking on all four feels much more natural in this state.

Zoro is a renowned monster hunter, as well as a close colleague of yours. After working with him for years, it’s deeply concerning to you when he comes back from a mission only to seal himself away in his home and refuse to interact with anyone. You try to be patient with him, but as time goes on, you NEED to get to the bottom of what happened. He’s been holed up for over a month, so you figure that he must be leaving in the night to get food and water. As you’re lying in wait in a nearby shed, rather than seeing him leave, you hear crashing and yelling coming from his home. Without thinking, you rush in. You don’t know if he’s being attacked or what, but you can’t leave him to suffer. It takes some effort to break the door down, but you do. The home is in shambles. Furniture is ripped to shreds, holes have been punched in the walls, and there are claw marks everywhere. Your attention turns to the writhing mass of limbs and fur in the corner. The moonlight illuminates the room just enough for you to recognize the shade of green the fur is, and your heart falls into your stomach when the creature turns to look at you. There’s a scar over the left eye. Before you have a chance to process this gut wrenching information, he’s on you. As he’s snarling over you, you wonder if you’ll be able to bring yourself to kill your friend before he can kill you.

Nami - Kitsune

Kitsunes are highly intelligent, cunning, and mischievous. All of these traits fit Nami perfectly. She is still quite young for a kitsune and only has two tails so far. In order to make some easy money, she establishes herself at a shrine and demands tribute, primarily in the form of money, though she will also accept fine jewelry and kimonos.

The shrine she occupies happens to be the one your family cares for, making you her personal shrine maiden. Well, shrine maiden in training. In the beginning, you’re run ragged trying to accommodate such a demanding spirit. Once Nami is confident that you are a good match for her, she relaxes somewhat, but demands near constant attention. You’re unable to eat with your family because she wants you to eat with her instead. Opportunities to see friends are consistently shot down by her requesting that you brush her hair/fur for her or other mundane tasks. It was a little flattering at first to have a prestigious spirit favoring you, but it rapidly becomes draining. It isn’t truly your place to be asking her questions, but you do anyway. Why is she so dedicated to taking up every second of your time? You aren’t even a proper shrine maiden yet, doesn’t she want someone more experienced assisting her? Nami giggles at your inquiry and pets your head in a way that feels more than a little condescending. She explains that it only makes sense for her to be focused on you. Your initiation ceremony is coming up, and those play out like wedding ceremonies more or less. Of course she’s going to favor the person who is about to essentially be offered as a spouse to her.

Usopp - Drider/Anansi

Anansi is a popular figure in Akan mythology and is strongly associated with storytelling. He’s known for being a bit of a trickster, but also a hero and extremely cunning. I’ve combined this with a drider to make him more humanoid, but he is also capable of shapeshifting when he so pleases. Usopp has a reputation for being troublesome, but ultimately helpful. Sure, he drives the locals up the wall some days, but he’s willing to step up into a heroic role when necessary.

Usopp had been dwelling near your village for a while now, longer than he normally would. He just can’t help it though, you’re one of his favorite people to tell his tales to. You never question the validity of what he’s saying or roll your eyes, you just eagerly listen to his stories with a sparkle in your eyes the whole time. When he’s causing trouble, you take it on the chin and laugh it off. He falls fast and he falls hard. Slowly, he starts to incorporate scarier stories into his repertoire. To make sure that you fully believe what he’s telling you, he’ll shapeshift into various forms and lurk around just barely in the corner of your vision, only to flee when you whip around to investigate. When you vent to him about how frightened you’ve been as of late, he’s quick to offer a solution. Why don’t you come with him? He’ll bring you somewhere safe and keep all the monsters away from you. Doesn’t that sound perfect?

Sanji - Yaoguai

I bounced around with a lot of different monsters before eventually settling on this one. A yaoguai is a type of demon from Chinese mythology. Though technically, he’s only half-demon. His father was a god turned demon who was banished from Heaven by the Jade Emperor when he became too arrogant in his power and miserably failed in defending an important artifact. Ever since then, he has been desperate to regain his godhood and has resorted to trying to make supremely powerful warriors of his children. Their mother was a human who was forcibly taken and used in their creation. Sanji suffered a lot of cruelty for being the weakest of his siblings, with the only kindness he ever received being from his human mother (as well as a certain chef after he ran away from home). It’s unsurprising that he strongly prefers the company of humans to demons.

That also means that in his quest to find true love, he’s only looking at humans. Unlike his father, he desperately wants to have a loving, mutual relationship. He tries so hard, but his courtships always end the same way. Everything seems great in the beginning, they’re happy, they’re falling in love. The problem is that all of these begin with him taking on the appearance of a normal human. He wants to be open and honest with what he’s hoping will be the love of his life, so when it’s gotten serious and marriage is brought up, he reveals his true form. Every time, every single time, they scream and run away in horror. Sanji has lost track of how many times he’s been chased out of a village after doing this. He’s getting desperate. By the time he ventures into your town, he’s made up his mind to not tell the next person. At least not before the wedding. Even if you scream and cry and say that you hate him, he’ll make you stay with him long enough to see that he’s the same Sanji that you fell in love with even if he does look different now. He isn’t going to hurt or eat you, you just need some time to realize that. After you have, everything will be fine. At least so he hopes.

Tony Tony Chopper - Leshy (there are so many spellings I’m sorry if this isn’t the right one)

A Leshy is a type of guardian deity for forests from Slavic mythology. They rule over and protect their given forest, and their attitudes towards people imposing on it can really vary based on where the legends originate from and how the intruders act in the forest. They are able to take the form of anything in the forest and imitate woodland noises. It’s anyone’s guess how they will handle a human wandering into their domain. Maybe they’ll be lighthearted and playful, or maybe that person won’t ever be seen again. They’re very ambiguous. Chopper leans towards the more lighthearted side of things. He’s very shy towards most humans, but can become angry and lash out if they do something he doesn’t approve of.

Living right on the edge of a massive forest can certainly be nerve wracking, but you do your best to make it work. You did everything in your power to avoid potentially upsetting whatever Leshy is inhabiting the forest, and it seems your efforts worked… Perhaps a little too well. It started with seeing a bizarre deer-like creature amongst your livestock or outside your windows. Then you started hearing things. One day you could have sworn a terrible thunderstorm rolled in abruptly, only to dash outside and see nothing but clear skies. Eventually, the Leshy got bold enough to approach you directly. You knew you should have been distressed to have such a deity so close to you, but it was hard to be scared of such a small and cute creature. Chopper seems so youthful and childlike that you can’t help but grow fond of his little visits. Then he starts pushing for you to visit him. He has a home at the center of the forest and he desperately wants to show it to you. It couldn’t hurt to go just once, right?

Nico Robin - Harpy/Gamayun

The Gamayun is a prophetic bird with the head of a human woman from Russian mythology that is said to know literally everything and to spread prophecies and divine messages. Again, I’ve combined this with a Harpy for the sake of giving her a more humanoid form. While some people appreciate the endless knowledge Robin possesses, others fear and want to repress it. Robin can rarely stay in the same area for long without worrying about an attempt on her life.

It’s after an almost successful murder attempt that she meets you. One of her wings was shot, leaving her unable to fly away. When you suddenly appear and usher her into your home, she is highly suspicious of your intentions, but she goes along with it because she feels like she has no other option. Much to her surprise, you misguide the people hunting her and then tend to her wounds. As time goes by and she stays put while she’s still healing, she is shocked at how you never once ask her for information or prophecies. You’re being kind to her… because you want to? And you expect nothing in return? It’s unheard of for her. By the time she’s healed, she’s completely enraptured by you. She can’t go back to her perpetual solitude now that she’s gotten a taste of kinship. You must feel the same. You have to feel the same.

Franky - Talos

Talos was a giant bronze statue built by Hephaestus to guard the island of Crete in Greek mythology. His main job is to drive off pirates and other enemies by hurling boulders at them. For the sake of this AU, let’s say that rather than dying, he is simply subdued and ultimately lives. Franky feels lost and like a failure. He leaves Crete to set up shop on a new island where he takes it upon himself to take misfits under his wing. He doesn’t want other people to feel the way he does, so he does his best to take care of them and give them a sense of purpose.

Admittedly, you haven’t made the best decisions in life, that’s a given. Being a petty thief and general troublemaker is hardly anything to brag about, but it’s your life and you’ll do what you want. That is, until some giant bronze behemoth snatches you up and declares himself your mentor. He isn’t even giving great advice, it looks like he’s herding cats when he tries to get all of the local hellions to work together to better their lives. Unfortunately for you, not only can you not escape him, the others are buying into it and trying to drag you down with them.

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bumblesimagines · 1 year ago

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Imagine:

Tsireya having a crush on you

Request: Yes or No

takes place three years after the battle in the way of water

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Oesa soared through the salty skies, weaving through clouds and dipping down toward the water. Her (F/C) wings skimmed along the surface before she rose back up high into the air as Awa'atlu came into view. You pressed a gentle hand to the back of her neck, a soft rumble leaving her chest. She slowed down her speed and flapped her large wings, legs expanding downward toward the sandy beach and landing steadily on it.

"Good, Oesa." You murmured softly, pulling your queue from hers and sliding off her back. The ikran shook herself off and pressed her snout against your leg affectionately before flapping her wings and flying back into the sky. You watched her movements until she disappeared between the trees and further into the island.

"She is very gorgeous." You dropped your attention down to Tsireya. Her big turquoise-colored eyes watched you closely, one hand brushing her damp curls over her shoulder. She smiled at you, as sweet as ever, and walked closer.

"How was your flight?" She asked with a tilt of her head. Ever since your arrival with the Sully's, Tsireya had taken an interest in everything you did. She often asked you questions ranging from Oesa to how you slept to what you planned on doing for the day. Her questions seemed to come from a place of curiosity. You looked different from her and your clan had different customs from hers.

"It was fine, Reya." Her smile widened at the use of her nickname. Your gaze flickered over to her mother, Ronal, who watched you intently. She never gave you the same glare and sneer she had reserved for Lo'ak whenever he even breathed in Tsireya's general direction. But she observed your interactions with her daughter a lot.

"That's good to hear." Tsireya beamed and you chuckled, feeling your tail begin to sway from side to side. She cleared her throat and stood a step closer.

"Would you-"

"Tsireya, I believe your father needs you." You nearly flinched at Ronal's familiar authoritative voice. She placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder, gaze softening considerably as she looked upon her daughter. Tsireya bowed her head and casted you one last glance before heading down the beach toward her father. Your posture immediately straightened when Ronal turned her attention back to you and her lips almost pulled into a smirk.

"Tsahìk." You greeted.

"(Y/N), walk with me." Ronal never seemed to ask or suggest things, her words were almost always demands or instructions. But being authoritative came with her job as Tsahìk. The end of your tail curled around around your leg anxiously and you nodded, falling into step with her.

"Do you need something?"

"No, I simply wished to speak with you." Ronal explained, her presence beside you drawing curious eyes. Her steely gaze remained forward. "I've noticed since your arrival here three years ago with Toruk Makto and his family that Tsireya has taken an immense interest in you. I believed she wanted to be welcoming at first but... I have reason to believe she wishes for you to court her when she finishes her iknimaya."

"Ah..." Your ears pressed flat against your head and you averted your gaze. Neytiri had questioned your relationship to Tsireya a year prior, but having someone apart from your adoptive mother asking questions felt... embarrassing.

"I would have nothing against it if you wished to couple with her. You have no demon blood and from what I've heard your father, Tsu'tey, fought bravely as did your mother. You'd be an ideal mate for her." Your skin felt as if someone had set it ablaze. Your tail uncurled from your leg and began waving near your ankles. Ronal seemed rather amused with your embarrassment, a hint of mischief twinkling in her usually narrowed eyes.

"You are giving me your permission?"

"You do not need my nor Tonowari's permission." Ronal replied and stopped, dragging your eyes off the sand and onto her. She tilted her head, an action that made her resemblance to Tsireya noticeable. "I wanted to know if you planned on courting her. It isn't my business but as her mother, I'd like to know."

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prettynice8 · 1 year ago

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Kinkmas Day 5: Degradation

Pairings: Dabi x male reader

This guy

Warnings: kissing, swearing, begging, pretty mean Dabi, sex, anal, little foreplay, creampie, Degradation DUH

Word count: 1137

You were never really a part of The League of Villains; you just like to hang out at the base because the people are fun, and hot so that helps. You don't really feel either way about heroes too strongly. Right back to the hot thing, take your pick, you would fuck Twice, Dabi, Shigaraki, or Compress. On the other hand maybe you should be here.

You were just walking along the hallways until you happened to bump into crispy bacon himself, Dabi.

"Watch where you're going dumbass." He sneered coldly.

"You're the one who bumped into me" You replied, much more calmly than him because it really isn't that big of a deal.

"Bull shit." He exclaimed, still quite angry for no reason.

"Whatever." You said, done with his weird hyper masculinity thing. You try to walk right by him, but he stops you by holding tightly onto your arm and pushes you into the wall, his arms blocking both directions.

"Pinning me to the wall, cliche much." You said sassily. "I mean we might as well be in the omega verse with how fan fiction that was." His anger grew to a cartoony amount after your comment. He puts a harsh grip on your shoulders as he looks down at you, being much larger.

"The fuck does that even mean?" He asked coldly.

"It's like wolf people but also not because they are human but also absolutely but also not at all but also like they have heat cycles and sometimes ears and a tail but not always and sometimes it's used for already existing fandoms. It's weird as fuck but when done right it is pretty hot." You answered(?), your face remaining straight the whole time while his contorts into one of confusion.

It's dead silent for a while until you hear Dabi burst out into laughter. You follow suit, realizing how fucking crazy fan fiction can be sometimes. During his outburst he lets go of you, though one arm remains on your shoulder for support, you do the same with him, though it looks a lot goofier on your end sense he is so much taller than you.

"You're fucking with me." He said, his laughter dying off. Before you can even think you replied with,

"I wish." Your face goes blank, realizing what you just said. You look at Dabi for his response and... he burst out laughing once again, and you follow up. Once you're sure he thought this whole thing was a joke he picks you up and flings you over his shoulder.

Your face is stunned, and you don't know how to react, I mean you could kick and scream, but you honestly don't care that much in which to put that much energy into that, also your kind of sort of but not really crush has you potato sacked so like fun.

"You wouldn't do anything, you fucking skank." He degraded, then spanked your ass.

He leads you to his room and plops you right on to his bed. He takes his shirt off, revealing his muscular abs. He lays down on top of you and begins to kiss you, in which you immediately return.

The kiss gets passionate very quickly, his tongue already exploring your mouth. He knows how easily and quickly you give, though he's still going to give you shit for it.

"Fucking bitch in heat, I can already feel your pre though your pants." He said, he puts his knee on your crotch, rubbing it on your clothed dick, making you have short little moans of pleasure, but you still need more.

"I bet you want the real deal, wanting the dick of someone you hardly know." He said.

"Come on Dabi, we know each other enough." You joked, a cheeky smile on your face. He shuts you up by tearing off your clothes, within an instant leaving you completely naked.

He sucks on your erect nipples, licking and biting the left one while simultaneously rubbing the other. Your moans are getting louder now, but your lower body still craves more attention.

"Please start now Dabi, dear god I can't take it." You begged.

"Slut, I bet you've done this with every guy here." He said, the very thought he put into his head made him angry. "Bitch"

Though he still answers your prayers, putting his fingers into your ass. You moan loudly though it doesn't last very long though because right after he takes his pants off.

His large schlong is big but mainly girthy, and the kinky bastard has some burned off skin stapled to it.

"Jesus fucking Christ how painful was that?" You asked, needing this question to be answered. He laughs,

"Dear god you have no idea." He answered, you answer by kissing him.

"Poor baby," you said, mostly genuine, he's surprised by your response and replies himself by putting his dick up your ass.

It takes a while for him to get all the way due to your tight ass and his girthy cock. You just want it to be over, it's pretty painful. He kisses you to calm you down, which does work. When he's finally all the way in he slowly pumps his hips into you.

His pace is awfully slow, and his movements are quite gentle. He stays at this pace for a long period of time, until finally speeding up. Your noises get louder almost instantly after his speed increases.

"You would like that wouldn't you. I bet a little whore like you likes it rough." He said, his degradation is getting more and more aggressive. You're beginning to like it degrading more as well, did you just discover a new kink, crazy.

His thrusts are quite uncontrolled but fast, almost like he hasn't had much experience. It probably would be hard to find someone because not only is he a super villain, but he also has horrible burn scars all over him.

He puts your legs up into a mating press, making you officially a moaning mess. In which he also lifts your ass up enough for him to spank you sharply.

"I knew you liked it rough, fucking bitch." He said.

Climax is on the brink, building and building until... he stops. Anger and confusion are evident on your face, you're about to scream at him when,

"Wanna cum, then beg slut." He stated, movements still completely still as you writhe under him, wanting to chase your release.

"Please, Dear God Dabi please, I need your hot cum inside me." You begged.

That's all he needs to rapidly thrust in you again, you cum all over yours and his chest. He follows suit, filling you up. Right after he falls asleep, you do the same quickly after, his breath lulling you to rest.

THE END

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doyouevenshipbr0 · 3 months ago

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borderline illiterate gruvia think piece.

happy gruvia day i guess!

so like…… im a grown woman. so believe me when i say at this point i rly couldnt care to be genuinely bothered by antis. like i will literally just block them lmao. ok yes i did write a whole fic revolving around a comment by an anti KFHDKSJWJEDK but i rly wasnt mad i was just genuinely inspired by what they said.

ANYWAYS! nonsensical 294820381002 word rant incoming from the “unbothered” grown woman.

seeing people say how gray is out of character in 100 yq/has stockholm syndrome are literally missing the entireeeee point of his and juvia’s relationship and its crazy!!

*side note, i think for the sake of helping gray’s character and development, they sacrificed a lot of cool things about juvia and a lot of her individuality which i do not like. but thats a rant for another time. btw do notttt even come for me bc she is literally still by far my fav character lmao*

im probably gonna go on for too long about this but gray’s whole fucking character throughout the whole story from beginning to end is centered around the fact that hes cold and closed off and grumpy and “too cool” and listen im not saying this is fucking rocket science or any type of transcendent literature by any means but i HAVE to point out that hes a fucking ice wizard. like. duh. im sure his character/personality was meant to go along with abilities i mean look at literally EVERYONE else in fairy tail.

ANYWAYS the reason he is this way is because he’s so used to losing all of the people he loves and even worse, hes used to so many people sacrificing themselves for him.

and it traumatizes him!! so many people hes been close to have died and he ultimately always thinks its his fault! lord knows im rusty with ft knowledge but his parents died (cant remember if it was in any type of sacrificial way teehee), Ur sacrifices herself for gray, ultear sacrifices herself for gray, and his dad dies AGAIN (once again, not sure if this was in a sacrificial manner lmao. i kindaaa think it was? maybe? shrug.). but POINT IS! theres a common theme of loved ones dying and/or sacrificing themselves for him. there might even be more people lmao idfk.

so what happens when he meets a girl who has an overwhelming and unwavering and infinite love for him?! he is freaked the fuck out!!! for a couple reasons! 1. he is so used to losing the people that love him and 2. he doesn’t even think hes deserving of any love to this degree!

then what happens? he PUSHES HER AWAY! KEEPS HER AT A DISTANCE!!!! because THATS ALL HE KNOWS!!!!!!!!! yes he has his friends who love him but no one has ever loved him in the way and abundance that JUVIA DOES! so he has to react appropriately! lots of love = lots of keeping her at an arms length!

so when he thinks he loses juvia in their fight with invel, and she comes back, dont we think it would make sense that he finally realizes he should accept his feelings for her? i mean remember when he said he promised her an answer AFTER the war? once again, like gray, pushing things off. and then he almost LOSES HER without ever telling her how he feels! so gray realizes life is short! theres no use in trying to deny ur feelings! these are common themes in like 85% of my gruvia drabbles lmao.

im not even saying that it was love at first sight for him and that gray liked her from the jump. bc i dont think thats true. i think we can finally see outward romantic feelings for juvia right after the tartaros arc, when juvia visits gray at his parents’ grave. but before that, i think juvia was a friend (wellll i feel like after the tenrou island arc he liked her more than a friend, but he didnt really realize how much more) who he cared about, and truly didnt know what to make of her because like i said, hes never known a person to love him so much and actually not die LMAO.

but my point is, juvia is the perfect person to be gray’s romantic partner. she is a person so full of love and so happy to love and she doesnt care who knows it. she is unequivocally herself and she wears her heart on her sleeve to the upmost extent.

it literally only makes sense for his character to end up with her!

u could argue gray doesnt need to end up with anyone at all bc he has his friendsssss and likeeee. sureee. fine. but what fun is that? i personally want to see the scared-of-love grump to find his person. i think, again, thats kind of the point of gray’s character- learning u are worthy of love, accepting love, and learning to love openly.

im sorry but literally what better happy ending for him than to be with juvia?

so fast forward to 100 yq, where he is just sooooo out of character apparently. dont we think that may actually be…. character development?

the boy who probably couldn’t even fathom a romantic relationship is now finally accepting he’s in love. he’s done pushing it off, he’s done denying, he’s done depriving himself of feeling love. thats a step in the right direction! now what? in true gray fashion, he thinks hes still not good enough! and that’s where we are now. he’s not confident, he thinks he’s weak, and he thinks he cant protect her. why? he knows she loves him. he knows he’s objectively a strong wizard. so why does he feel inadequate? CIRCLE BACK!!! TO WHO GRAY IS AS A PERSON!!!! SINCE DAY ONE!!! constantly in fear of losing his loved ones! thinking he can’t protect them! SCARED TO LOVE!

like im sorry the proof is soooo in the pudding and i totally understand if gruvia isn’t ur cup of tea but to say things arent making sense is silly to me! they actually make perfect sense!

and yknow what. im gonna go from a romantic standpoint to a realist standpoint. years ago, mashima said he likes gray and juvias dynamic and didnt have anything serious in mind for them anytime soon. so he kept that going for literally the entire series. well. he ended fairy tail alluding to the fact that gray and juvia were kinda together at that point. or he at least ended it with the pretty obvious conclusion that gray does in fact have feelings for juvia. so then when ft 100 yq starts what was he supposed to do? act like all of their development in the last arc never happened? that would be kinda hard to do!

whatever i just hope at least like 3 of these sentences were coherent lmao u guys get my point

#gruvia #gray x juvia #juvia x gray #fairy tail #personal

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yaut-jaknowit · 10 months ago

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Hi there!

So, I recently had been reading your Gawtin stuff and read the original and just thought what if it was reversed(but she still has Qui'oky) like he could be the one who found the almost dead human that seemed so thin and was covered on bruises, maybe she was a slave or she was captured who knows.

You don't have to do this if you don't want too! I hope you have a good day/night!!!

What If...?

Pairings: Gawtin (female Yautja) x GN!Reader (Qui'oky makes an apperance)

Word Count: 2261

Summary: A Bad blood who was hiding out on Earth had captured a human reader for entertainment. Gawtin stumbled upon the camp when the Bad Blood is away and finds a human.

Author Note: I hope this is what you wanted! Thank you for being patient with me! My inbox is already getting full already. I'm gonna try to keep it open as I knock through them all... We'll see.

Masterlist

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The chain left no room for freedom. It pressed firmly against your skin. Welts and dark bruises rose under the thick, unbreakable band that encased your throat. No matter how many times you complained, it fell to deaf ears. If the creature had ears to beginning with. You whined and looked around the area. Not a sign of life in the vicinity.

Wherever the beast has gone didn’t offer you relief. Your hand ran along the chains linked together. They were attached to a stake deep in the ground. You’ve gnawed, twisted, and pulled at the metal but they’ve barely even groaned at the many attempts you’ve conducted.

Nothing worked to damage the metal.

This time, you hoped it would come back with something for you to eat. It had been three days since it returned with food.

With a groan, you stumbled to your feet and walked to the end of the chain. It was a short leash that didn’t offer a lot to move around with. Though, your fighting spirit had decreased each day you’ve been trapped at this horrible camp ground, you weren’t going to lie down and give up.

Skulls of human lined one area, seven in total. More were decorated the trees. Either a deterrent from you escaping or others to turn tail and run. Or else they’ll end up just like the pearly white skulls and bones that hung from branches. A warning you took carefully.

Especially after the first time the beast found you trying to escape.

Hours of digging through compacted dirt and root filled grounds still hadn’t reached to the end of the stake. You hadn’t heard the silent steps until a foot connected to your stomach. The strength behind it combined with the short leash had you fly through the air for a short period. Then, the chain caught you at the end and slammed you into the ground. The fact your neck hadn’t snapped from how hard the band dug into your skin was a miracle…

Or this beast didn’t want you dead just yet.

Was it just playing with its food? You shuttered and scanned the area again.

Nothing.

That didn’t ease the tension building inside of your chest. You stepped to the end of your leash and looked over at the items that are outreach.

Everything you needed to kill it, sitting over by where it likes to rest. Teasing you. Right there. Knives. Even a spear that you could launch into its chest and watch it die. It deserved with all the torture it made you endure since it captured you.

From the day cycles, you speculated it had been around two, maybe three months. Three fucking months of this bullshit. Barely enough food to keep you even afloat and alive. Water was a once a day thing. It knew you were needy for at least water. It gave you a bag of it for five minutes before ripping it away. Each time, you begged for a sip more.

It never gave you that relief.

You groaned and tugged at the collar ensnared around your throat when it sliced against old and knew cuts. They’ve never had a chance to fully heal as the sharp ends continuous pressed into your fragile skin.

The beast never cared or batted an eye at your cried and pleads to loosen it. Actually, it wasn’t originally this tight. As punishment and probably to shut you up, the creature took out a link on the collar and reclosed it. The entire time, you fought against it while it sat perched on your back. But, you’ve learned since day one that it could kill you with little effort.

A punishment that further diminished your chances of escape. Yet, with how much weight you’ve lost, the collar isn’t dangerously pressed to your arteries or the column of your throat anymore. Maybe two fingers could uncomfortably slip between your skin and the harsh metal.

As you stood there, your gaze fixed on the weapons so close yet so far away, you smacked your crack lips together. There was nothing you could do with what time the beast gave you to dig again. That was your only option to escape. To get this stupid collar off and snatch one of the many knives out on display.

None of the sticks around you were strong enough to even bend the metal without snapping, crumbling away. You huffed then sat down at the base of a tree and leaned against the bark. Pieces poked into your back but you didn’t care enough to move.

That became a reminder you were still alive.

After time, your mind grew numb from the lack of stimulation. You stared blanket at the pine needle covered floor and waited. That was all you do.

Something heavy landed in your lap and jolted from the desolate field of your brain. Your head snapped up to find the unfortunately familiar form of the strange dark brown form in front of you. It scoffed and marched away.

Your eyes drifted down to find the bag of water in your lap. Desperation clawed at your throat. You scrambled to untie the knot that kept it close and began to chug the liquid down. A couple of times, you had to break off and gasp for a single breath before going in for more. This was only a once a day thing.

This time, you were able to down the whole thing before it came back over and grabbed it back. It rolled its dark eyes and sneered down at you with its horrifying face.

Clicks sounded its throat. “If you gave me access to water everyday, I wouldn’t do that every time,” you snarked it and glared dangerously. It stiffened and bent at the waist to get into your face. You didn’t back down. Either to end it all or piss it off, you didn’t know what end goal you were wanting.

The horrible breath rolled over your face, nearly making you gag at the smell. Rotten death.

A massive hand ensnared your throat and easily lifted up your body from the ground. Your feet kicked out and struck its legs but didn’t cause any damage enough to get it to let go.

Instead, it seemed to encourage it as its hand tightened. A deadly snarled rolled off of its hidden tongue and straight into your face. As much as you should’ve been shaking in your boots, you kept complete eye contact with the beast and bared your own teeth at it. It darkened its facial features and shoved you flush with the tree behind you.

An sound of terror was cut off. The whites of your eyes evident. The only thing you could do was stare up at the creature as it leaned and opened up its four fangs.

Death was closing in fast.

A piercing scream scratched at your throat. You wormed around and did everything in your power to escape. It wasn’t enough.

In a blink of an eye, an arrow stuck its way through the head of the beast. Somehow, some way, you doubled your efforts at the troubling sight before you.

The beast stayed on its feet and held you firm to the tree. Yet, as the seconds ticked by, the grip it held on you began to fall away. Then, the beast collapsed at your feet and nearly dragged you down with it. You fell down to your knees and gawked at the dead humanoid figure before you. Another scream tearing at your vocal cords.

Familiar but not, clicks and grunts vocalized to your right. It dragged your attention and pulled you from your scrambled thoughts.

Olive green but half the size of the beast that was just killed before you stood at the edge of the camp. It had a metal, silver mask attached to the bottom of its face. You recognized the shape of the head. This thing was a smaller version of the beast at your knees. You inhaled sharply and picked up yourself from the ground to sprint away.

Heat pressed to your back at the first away from the half-sized beast. You frozen on the spot then slowly tipped up your head.

Though it was only the underside, you saw familiar features and knew instantly to run. This thing towered over you like a redwood to a pine tree. Your feet were acting faster then your brain could catch up. They took a good ten feet from the larger creature before you snapped back and landed roughly on your back. All the air in your lungs knocked, causing you to gasp with a cry.

The collar sliced a deeper cut into your throat. Thick, liquid of crimson dribbled down from the newly added wound in your stupor. You cried at the wound and sat up while attempting to feel at the cut.

You weren’t given much time to collect yourself when a heavy shadow fell over your battled form. Your eyes snapped up within a second to find the same frame of the massive beast. A whimper surged pass your lips. You scrambled backwards but this was the end of your leash. There was no escape. You were to meet your end.

Metal bit into the back of your fragile neck. Your chest heaved with each inhale and exhale, consuming all the air around you. But the beast didn’t move.

Off to your right, the miniature creature bounced over to the tower creature and stood at its side. By the looks of it, the olive-green figure was a young version of these creatures.

Young and full of life, it wavered side to side. But the larger one gave a single snarl that instantly had it tensing up. The little one bowed its head with submission and stood like a statue now.

Their attention returned your trembling form. The dark, dirty mint colored creature took a single step forward and crowded into your space more than before. You sobbed harder and struggled more against your bindings, but they barely even croaked under the strain. It crouched down and grasped the base of your collar. Your hand shot out and ensnared its wrist, but your fingers didn’t even touch the other tips.

It tugged you towards itself. A scream ripping from your lungs as you kicked and squirmed. The thing didn’t struggled. Its other hand was brought forward and grabbed at your collar.

A click sounded. You fell to the ground.

Fresh air brushed against blood and sweat slicked skin of your neck. Instantly, your hand reached up and brushed the dark bruises and cuts that lined your throat. Pain surged forward at the touch. But the collar was gone.

Your jaw slackened while gazing upon the figure leaning far into your space. Half of the fear that filled your veins washed away. Was this a trick? Or trading one monster for another? Unknowns you had no clue on which one was worse. The only thing you could do for the moment was watch and wait for the thing to either move on or act.

An attack never came.

The beast reached out with mindful movements and ran rough fingertips along the wound that incircles your throat. You believed it could feel the thundering beat of your heart like a bird’s wings in takeoff.

There was a moment of stillness t that caused your heart rate to skyrocket even higher. Then, the fingers fell away. Its elbow rested on its thunderous thigh while it peered down at you with eyes that never blinked.

“Thank you,” you whispered in the quiet night air to your savior. You prayed it could understand your words and take the appreciation so it did not end you here and now.

“You are free.” Words tumbled from the creature’s alien mouth. In such a state of shock of ready, you couldn’t react much more than blinking in silence.

It stayed sat on its haunches while looking at you expectingly. When you did not move, it spoke again. “You are free.” Repeated.

Behind it, the younger creature stepped closer and peered over its bigger companions shoulder. Its eyes a cyan but dark with the little light, not even from the moon. It chittered. The one before you grunted sharply. The small figure backed off with a roll of its eyes. Was this a parent and child combo? Their behavior to one another resembled it.

The lumbering giant grunted again. A scaly palm was offered to you in the low light. “Take.” You find its eyes again. They were dark but you saw the purple that colored them.

In the middle of nowhere, surrounded by what had to be miles upon miles of forest, your chances of survival were slim to none. A fact well known and prominent in your mind.

Yet, while you gaze upon this figure and possibly child, you didn’t know where that life would lead you. Though, you know it was better chances than what the forest would offer. Your eyes flickered down to its massive palm once before coming to a decision.

Your hand fell into its own, easily engulfed. The creature gave a short grunt and pulled you to your wobbly legs. A nodded was given to you and the child. Then, it turned on its heel and began to carve path through the forest. The smaller one gave you a look that you didn’t understand and bounced after its possibly parent.

Last in line, you stumbled after the duo.

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #yautja x you #alien vs predator #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #love gawtin #Gawtin #Qui'oky

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theyanderebin · 2 months ago

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Yantober Day 2! Fate!

I had a bit of fun with this one! I like making creatures :)

A dress and some stockings are mentioned like once but other than that the reader gender is pretty ambiguous, i think-

(Prompt from @Ozzgin's Yantober list, it's a very good one, if you haven't looked you should go check it out!)

it's about 1.5K words

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How many? How many times!? How many times did it have to find you like this! Your body cold, lifeless. Blood pooling beneath your soft body. Your pretty eyes glazed over. It's blood boiled as it gently scooped up your corpse in it's large arms, silently carrying you away.

It buried you. Carefully and lovingly, in a delicately carved coffin. As it does every time. It stared out over the plot of land, grass a lively green. Unlike the stones laid in it. Each and every one, a grave of it's lover. A reminder of every time it was too late to save you. A low growl left it's snarled lips, thick tail whipped in frustration. It vowed not to fail next time. No matter what it had to do…

There's a prophecy passed through many generations. A cruel one, some might say. A prophecy of a powerful monster and it's lover. That if they were ever to reunite the world would crumble into an end, or so it says.

You're family, knew this prophecy well. Being that they were one of those to be tasked to destroy every reincarnation of it's lover and they did. Along with many other families, many times over. Despite your family heritage, your own training, you couldn't help but feel sour about the whole thing. "It kind of sucks, doesn't it?" You'd say to your siblings. They'd both only shrug, "That's just how it is." And you could only sigh in reply.

Your apparent sympathies for the monster had always drawn concern across your mother's face, her brows furrowed, lip pursed into a thin line. "We have to." She'd start, but by the second time you'd stopped her. "I know we have to, doesn't mean it sucks any less though…" Now only she could sigh "You're too good, for your own good."

It always took forever for the families to find each reincarnation. Even despite how wide spread they were, how many people were dedicated to staving of the crumbling end. Even so they managed. Your family having kept notes on small things about each and every version they'd slaughtered, did make it easier?

Well judging by the frantic energy, the answer would be. No. If anything you were beginning to think they were too obsessed with the little details. They found patterns in traits, likes, features, wherever they could. Kept drilling it all into each and every one of their heads. You'd found yourself staring into your grandmother's notes on few occasions, never particularly seeing whatever it is that they raved about. None of it ever really lined up for you. Clearly there was something though, right? They hadn't failed yet.

One thing that you'd noticed on your most recent perusal of the notes, flipping through old thin pages. The dates they had written, when they'd found and slaughtered the right person. They were becoming further and further apart. They were getting harder to find. "Maybe, we're a little too focused on the details?" You thought, "It's like they're all forgetting there's a picture at all…" You kept reading, noting briefly that man that's a lot of child murder- flicking the page to the most recently dated. A few weeks off 25 years ago. You huffed a laugh, "Wow, it's taking a real long time. At this rate I'll be dead before they figure out who it is." Closing the book, leaving on the table you meandered out of the archive room.

Weeks went by and before you knew it it was your 25th birthday. You looked yourself over in the mirror, outfit? Check. Personally you think you did an excellent job styling yourself. A cute dress and stockings that hugged your plump thighs. Picking up your bag off of the end of your bed. Phone, wallet and keys? Check, check and check! Phone pinging, you could hear the car outside.

Sat underneath an umbrella with your friends, at the outdoor table of your favourite lunch spot. The cafe wasn't exactly the busiest but the fact it was nice and kind of quaint was always what drew the lot of you to it. The outside of the cafe had a selection of garden bed with multitudes of flowers in a range of colours. You always made sure to put them in every photo you all took together. Even while you giggled and chatted away with the group. No matter what you did, something was off. An odd feeling in your stomach, it made the hair on your neck stand up. It was like something was watching. No matter what you tried, using your phone camera to look behind you. Nothing. Going inside to get a napkin. You could still feel eyes on you. No matter where you went. As long as you had people around you were good, right? It'll be fine. So you stayed with your friends all day, like you'd all been planning to. Listening to their shenanigans and ignoring the pit in your stomach. One of them lamented the time last week that they had to take their dog to the vet.

"I got in the car, started driving," She pushed her hair behind her ear, was that a shadow behind her? "And i drove myself all the way there. Like the full 45 minute drive. Without realising," Her roommate snickered and they shushed them. You could of sworn you just saw a pair of eyes around the corner of that building down the street. "The worst part. I'd parked and everything! Look back? Oh!" She throws up her hands, "No dog!" Their roommate giggling maniacally at her misery. "I'd just fully forgotten the dog! How do you even do that?" She huffed and you let out a small exhale.

The feeling never did go away. Instead it began to stay longer, like it was waiting for something. Out of the corner of you eye some days, there was something. You never managed to catch it. It never mattered how fast you whipped around. Your mother had seen you do it once or twice one day. "Are you okay?" She asked, her brows furrowed in worry. Never one to want to worry your mother "Uh! Yah! Yeah. I'm.. I'm good. just flies." You grinned awkwardly. Whatever it was you were pretty sure you could deal with it. "Flies?" Blinked your mother. "Yep." "Right… Well if something IS wrong you can tell me" She said, placing her hand on your shoulder "You do know that right?" "Yeah. Yeah um, thanks…" You breathed.

You never did end up mentioning it.

Breathing heavily you hauled yourself around the corner of a brick building, you weren't even sure where you were going. Everything was starting to blur into colours. Your lungs burned and your legs were going numb. Well if you survived this you'd have news for your family! It's resurfaced! The path changed around you. Unable to stop your momentum to put your hands out to cushion yourself and push off of the newly placed brick wall in front of you. Only you turned and collided with the fuzzy chest of the creature that was hunting you. "Shit." You thought. Fur coated reptilian tail wrapping around your waist, it's big arms enclosed around your shoulders, hand on the back off your head and pressing you closer to it.

You were the one. It could smell it. It could feel it. It could feel it in how perfect you felt in it's arms. You could only blink in confusion as a rumble emanated from it's warm body. It was kind of nice, almost comforting, familiar even… "Oh." You belatedly realised as it purred into you hair "Oh no." Your thoughts were very interrupted by it lifting you carefully off of the ground. "Finally…" It mumbled, "You are safe. I will protect you this time. I swear it" You tried to wriggle your way out of it's arms, this only resulted in it holding your soft round body that little bit tighter. Bordering on uncomfortable, it wasn't letting you go. It purred practically the whole time as it took you away, claws gently running over your scalp.

It kept you safe and tucked away in it's home, far into the woods. A simple home. You stayed there, far away from everything. The bed it gave you was far softer than anything you'd ever had in your life. Staying with you every night and curling it big fur covered body around you to ensure you're safe and warm. You weren't even sure of the actual state the world was in, you couldn't tell if anything had gone wrong. So you stayed and let it play with your hair and press kisses to you round face and chubby belly. You stayed and let it rest it's head on your thigh in the lounge room while you petted it behind it's ears that were somewhere between a fox and a cat's. All you felt like you could do was stay inside that house in the woods and let it love you almost reverently. Like the world was one big cat in a box that you didn't want to open.

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere prompts #yantober #The Yan! Bin #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader

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sxxythingz · 2 years ago

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Betrayal

Metkayina reader (21) x Ao’nung (21) x Neteyam (21)

Part 2 is now up!

Taglist: @pandorxxx @neytirishottie @riatesullironalite 💕

Warnings: smut, tad bit of toxic relationship, p in v, fluff, cursing, creampie, aged up characters, some sadness at the end, angst, cheating, fighting, arranged relationship

Summary: You and Ao’nung are in an arranged relationship, but he doesn’t seem to give you what you truly need as you feel like something is missing. That is until the Sully’s come along and the oldest son shows you exactly what is it that you were looking for in a future mate this entire time, making you aware that he was what you needed this entire time, but you went about things in the wrong way…

WC: 4.6k (whew! I know it’s a lot guys I’m sorry ok? I kind of got carried away 🥲)

🛑MDNI🛑

“Look at them! Their tails are too thin and their arms have no strength. They cannot swim with us, they wouldn’t survive.” You hear Ao’nung shout to the new guys from far away as you are swimming towards the shore. Neteyam and Lo’ak, that’s what you heard their names were. You weren’t around when they arrived, but they’ve only been here for 3 days, so you have yet to learn anything about them.

“That is not true! Leave us alone!” You hear the girl shout and you must admit. They do look a bit different from what you are used to, they look… alien compared to the Metkayina people. “What is the problem?” You strut over to the crowd surrounding the three new people and stand next to Aounung. “Mother and father want us to train these freaks to learn our ways. That’s impossible, just look at them!” Ao’nung shouts while Koro backs him up. “Yeah, a bunch of freaks!” He repeats, making Ao’nung laugh.

“That is not very nice Ao’nung. They are not freaks, they’re just.. funny looking and different.” You earn a loud laugh from Ao’nung and his posse as he grabs you by your waist, you regretting the words that you just said as you see the girl look down while her ears retract. “That’s my girl. Come on, let us go somewhere else since the freaks have raided this area.” He pulls you towards him before he begins to walk off with you right by his side, you looking back glancing at the oldest one and to your surprise, he is looking back at you.

“How was your swim, my love?” Ao’nung places your face in his hands asking you once you arrive back in the hut that you guys share. “It was great until I arrived on shore to see you bullying the new clan.” You say as you snatch your face out of his grasp and walk away to sit on your cot. “Oh come on, Y/n.” He plops down next to you placing his hand on his knee as he faces you. “They’re just weird foreigners, they would never be able to be half as good as we would be. I wasn’t bullying them, I was stating the obvious.” He chuckles at his own statement while you roll your eyes and fold your arms over your chest. “It is still not ok Ao’nung. You don’t know what they are capable of doing, you should not doubt them.” You protest before he stands up to tower over you.

“I’m sorry, are you taking up for the strangers who just arrived rather than taking the side of your soon to be mate? I seen you look back at the oldest one. Are you trying to tell me something?” He mimics you, folding his arms over his chest as he flares down at you before you look down at the ground. “N-no, öeya yawne. I was not taking their side, I was simply saying that they can learn our ways as well. I apologize for the confusion.” You state before you look up to see him kneeling down in front of you with a smirk on his face.

“I don’t want to hear you taking up for them again, ok? I know that sometimes you don’t even understand what you’re trying to say, so I will let it go, but from now on just sit there and look beautiful just the way I like.” He brings his face to yours before kissing your lips softly then standing back up. “I have to help train the freaks before my father finds me. I will be back later, I love you.” He says as he walks towards the exit of your hut. “Love you.” You mumble as you watch him walk out, wishing your eyes were arrows that you could shoot out and hit him in his back.

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Later that night, you trudge through the sand searching for your soon to be mate, wondering why he hasn’t returned to your hut yet. You don’t know why you even question it, he almost never comes back to your hut until the eclipse is almost over as he stays out late with his friends. You find him surrounded by his friends as usual and you walk over to ask him when he will be coming back.

“My love, when will you be returning back to our hut?” You ask as you approach the group, everyone clearing a path for you to step up to him. “Soon. You have been extra needy these past few days, go find something to do, beautiful.” He says as his friends laugh, your cheeks heating up from the embarrassment as you roll your eyes and walk away from the group, the gap closing back up around him as you make your exit.

You begin to make your way back to your hut as you walk back through the beach, but something catches your eye. You spot the oldest son sitting along the shore alone, his legs being washed over by the lit up ocean. Your mind tells you to keep going towards your hut, but your feet turn in his direction as you begin to walk towards him. As you approach him, he looks back to see you then he looks back at the ocean, not saying a word.

“How are you liking it here?” You ask him as you find your seat beside him. “It is beautiful and different from home, it would be better without you and your mate making fun of my family.” He says as he digs his fingers into the sand, not bothering to look at you. A tinge of sadness washing over you at his words as you think of what you said earlier, knowing that you didn’t mean it in a rude way at all. “I am sorry for what I said about you guys earlier. I didn’t mean it that way, I just meant that you guys are diff-" "It is alright, you don’t have to explain. I understand that we are different from what you guys are used to.” He stops you in the middle of your sentence and you look down into your lap.

“He is not my mate.” You interrupt the few seconds of silence to say and he finally looks over to you. His beautiful eyes looking from side to side as he looks into your eyes, making your heart flutter. “Not yet anyways.” You mumble lowly as you roll your eyes before looking into the water. “You don’t seem too happy about being with him.” He picks up on your tone of aggression and you look back at him. “I… I’m not the happiest with him. I'll say that.” You say before he chuckles a little bit. “I don’t understand. Then why be someone that you are not happy with?” You glance down at a rock sitting beside you, and you pick it up to fidget with it in order to calm your nerves.

“It was arranged. Trust me, I didn’t choose him on my own.” You feel a bit of comfort talking to him, it’s different from what you feel with Ao’nung. You’ve just met this stranger and you’re already telling him things that you wouldn’t even trust your own parents with. “I see. You seem different from him, not as arrogant and rude. I like you.” You blush at his words, you know that they are friendly words, but you wish they meant more. “I didn’t get any of your names.” You say to him and he smiles before speaking. “I am Neteyam, I’m the oldest of my three siblings. My little brothers’ name is Lo’ak, my sisters’ name is Kiri and then there’s Tuk, the youngest. My parents' names are Neytiri and Jake as you have probably heard. And you are?” He introduces himself and his family to you as you take note of every name.

“My name is Y/n. It is nice to meet you Neteyam and your family seems very amazing.” You extend your hand out to him before he takes it in his own, grasping it firmly but yet his hands are smooth and soft. Nothing like Ao’nung’s rough hands. You both stare into each other's eyes, a spark lighting in your stomach as his eyes drift to your lips then back up to your eyes. You finally let go of his hand before clearing your throat and speaking. “Well Neteyam. I must head back to my hut before it gets too late, but I want to properly welcome you to our home. Maybe I’ll see you guys tomorrow so that I can properly introduce myself to the rest of your family?” You ask him and he eagerly nods his head. “I will see you tomorrow Y/n. Sleep well.” He says as he watches you stand up and begin to head towards your hut, looking back at him one more time before he is out of your sight.

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A month has gone by since the Sully family has arrived to the Metkiyena lands and you have found yourself closer to them than your own clan, spending every single day talking to them for hours and learning more about who they are, what they do. They have learned so quickly and adapted to the ways of your clan very quickly, that part you admire about them.

“Oh come on Kiri, teach me how you do that thing where the fish follow the direction of your hands! I know there’s a secret to it.” You walk beside her as you guys go to meet the rest of the group together. “I have no idea how I do that, Y/n. I guess maybe you just have to have magical powers like me.” She laughs as she waves her hands in the air, making you bump your shoulder with hers, making her stumble.

You both sit and join the group, Lo’ak and Tsireya sitting side by side as they’ve grown to like each other in the time that he’s been here, you and Kiri sitting together with Tuk in between you as you sit right across from Neteyam, leaving Roxto, Ao’nung and Koro standing.

“We go on our hunt in 4 days, we only need the toughest warriors hunting with us.” Ao’nung says as he side eyes Neteyam and Lo’ak with a smirk on his face. “Bro. Everybody knows that me and my brother are way better than you anyways. Did I not show you that when I beat you up?” Lo’ak snickers, making Neteyam roll his eyes as he tries to hold in his laughter and so do I. “I let you win that one, Sully. Don’t get cocky because we all know that I could beat you right here, right now.” Koro nods his head quickly, agreeing with his statement. Lo’ak’s chest quickly rises and falls as he frowns before beginning to step to Ao’nung, Neteyam stepping in between them and placing both of his hands on their chests. “Come on guys, there’s no need for this. We must focus on what is important and that is the hunt.” He looks from Lo’ak to Ao’nung as they eye each other intensely.

“I agree, this fighting is not necessary and it is absurd.” Your voice breaks the boys intense stares as they turn their heads towards you, who is smiling at Neteyam making his heart flutter. You seem to be in such a trance that you didn’t notice Ao’nung walking towards you until he firmly grasps your arm and pulls you away from the group to a private spot away from everyone for just the two of you.

“What the fuck is your problem, huh?” He spits at you, making you flinch at the aggression in his voice. “What are you talking about Ao’nung?” You ask as you roll your eyes. “You think I don’t see how you look at him? How you agree with everything that he says and how much time you’ve been spending with him and his family. It almost seems like you want him more than me if I’m not mistaken.” He says walking closer to you until he’s directly in your face.

“No you know what. Maybe I’m just tired of you! Maybe I’m tired of just being here, you don’t show me any attention, you never show me affection unless we are fucking and then you go right back to acting as if I’m not even here anymore! He shows me care, affection. He is a real man, unlike you. I haven’t been happy with you since the day I was put in this stupid arrangement and honestly…” You place three fingers on his chest, pushing him back. “I wish I could’ve met him before I even knew that you existed. I would have made him my mate as soon as possible.” You growl at him before beginning to walk off, leaving him to stand there with that stupid look on his face as if he didn’t know what just happened.

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You stomp towards the shore of the ocean, eclipse lighting the water up as you get closer. You plop down on the sand, breaking down into tears. Why do I have to be the one stuck with him? He’s the worst person that I have ever met in my entire life and he doesn’t love me at all. I wish I could just disappear far away from him and anyone associated with him. You think to yourself as tears flood down your face. You hear someone coming closer to you and you dare not to turn around as you quickly try to dry your tears up.

“Y/n?” You hear Neteyam’s voice calling out for you as he comes and sits next to you, placing his hand on your shoulder. “What is wrong?” He notices your sad demeanor and you sniffle before looking at him. “I just, I’m going through some things right now Neteyam. I am fine, don’t worry.” You try to give a smile, but even he knows that it’s forced. “What happened? Tell me, I am here to comfort you.” He says as he rubs your back and you feel like bursting into tears again at the fact that he cares so much for you.

“I-I’m not happy Neteyam. I feel like I’m not good enough for anything, for anyone. I just sit here all day and do whatever it is that is demanded of me. I never do anything that makes me feel happy, only what others want and that’s still not enough, and I’m tired of it. I’m just very tired of not being good enough.” Tears begin to tread down your face again as you feel Neteyam’s warm hand wiping them away before you turn to look him in your eyes. “I see you, Y/n. I see what you do, I think that you are good enough and I see how brave you are. You are humble and very strong, that is something that I find admirable about you and I am very proud of you if no one else has told you.” He says as he smiles, your heart fluttering as your lips part, not being able to find the words to say back.

Your eyes trail from his eyes to his lips before you lean in, closing the gap between the two of you. Neteyam gasps in your mouth, stuck in one spot for a few seconds before he kisses you back with passion. You swing yourself on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue in his mouth and grinding yourself against him. He breaks the kiss, panting with his eyes closed. “Wait, this isn’t right. We can’t do this.” He struggles to speak as though he doesn’t actually want to say it. “W-what do you mean?” Your heart beats irregularly as you let go of his neck and stare at him.

“I-I mean… you can’t do this. You are still seeing Ao’nung and as much as I don’t like him, it’s just not fair to him to do this behind his back. It doesn’t feel right.” He says as he finally opens his eyes to look at you. Your thoughts are foggy, heart racing as you think of what to say back, knowing that there’s only one thing that you can say to convince him to keep going.

“W-we broke up Neteyam. We’re done, I left him earlier after he dragged me away from the group angry about me agreeing with you.” You lie, your tail swaying from side to side behind you. You knew it was wrong, but you only had one thought in your mind and that was having Neteyam. “Are you sure that you two are done? Y/n, I don’t want to impose on or ruin anything for the two of you.” You smile at his genuineness, wishing that you could have him as your own. “You aren’t ruining anything Neteyam. We are over.” You lie once again before you lean back in to kiss him.

Your kiss is hungrier, as if both of you have been waiting for this moment since the day you both laid your eyes on each other, and in all honesty, it’s the truth. He wraps his hands around your waist, sliding you back and forth on him as you feel how hard he is underneath his loincloth. He groans in your mouth as you begin to pant, the excitement bursting in your stomach. He stops your movement, wrapping his arm around your lower back before flipping you over so that he is on top of you.

He unties your loincloth, letting it fall in the sand, softly kissing a line down your stomach until he reaches your belly button. He looks into your eyes as you prop up on your elbows while he kisses over your pubic bone, slowly spreading your legs to kiss down each thigh. You groan in frustration as you feel yourself beginning to drip until you feel Neteyam’s tongue lick it up, making you squeal as you arch your back.

“You’re already so wet, Y/n. All for me.” He props up on the back of his feet, untying his own loincloth and letting it fall down, his tip already dripping with precum after just tasting you. He props himself up on his elbow over you as he stares into your eyes with a smile. You smile back at him as you reach up to touch his face before you feel him enter you, making you gasp loudly at the feeling as you dig your fingers into his back. He starts out slow, peppering your face with soft kisses as he strokes into you deeply, making sure that he’s pleasing you to the max.

“You feel so good inside of me Nete. I needed you so bad!” You moan out, your voice pitching as he hits the right spot. He leans his head down kissing you in order to keep you quiet. “You feel good too, baby. I want to mark you as mine so bad, I want to cover you in my scent and put marks all over you so that everyone knows that you belong to me now.” He growls in your ear as he kisses his way down to your neck, biting and sucking all over the sensitive skin, marking you in every single place that he kisses.

He plunges himself in and out of you in a quicker pace, hitting all of the right spots as he leaves you biting your lip in order to hold in your screams, even that isn’t enough to keep you quiet. “Fuck! This pussy is so good, baby. You’re the best that I’ve ever had. You’re going to make me cum deep inside of you and give you my baby.” He moans out as he grips your waist with one hand, pulling you down harder on him. “Do it Nete. Give me y-your babies please!” You didn’t know if you were just caught up in the moment or if you deep down really did want his children, but all you knew was that you didn’t want him to stop, regardless of the consequences that you will deal with later.

You feel yourself coming to the edge at his words, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix everytime he rams into you. “I’m cumming Neteyam! I’m cumming..” you roll your hips, matching his rhythm as you feel yourself cumming on him causing wet noises and moans to be the only sound surrounding you guys. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck… I’m cumming too. I-I have to pull out.” He stutters out with his eyes closed, resisting from cumming inside of you right then and there. You quickly wrap your legs around his waist before looking into his eyes. “Do not pull out Neteyam. Cum inside of me please.” Those were the only words he needed to hear to make him slam his hips into you one more time before completely freezing up and mumbling curse words under his breath.

You both catch your breath while he lies on top of you, gently caressing your face and planting kisses on your lips every few seconds. You wished Ao’unung would’ve done this, you’re not used to such affection after because he just gets up and leaves you there all alone, not even bothering to provide any aftercare. “We just had sex on a beach.” Neteyam giggles with his words, breaking you out of your thoughts as you laugh with him. “We did and you were absolutely the best that I’ve ever had.” You confess to him in all honesty and smirks at your words. “Even better than your precious Ao’nung?” You hit him in his chest as you laugh. “Way better than Ao’nung.” You say as you grab his face and kiss him one more time.

He pulls himself out of you, him cum leaking back out as he watches you dip your finger in between your legs to collect some of it on your finger and bring it back up to your lips to have a taste. You slide your finger into your mouth, closing your eyes and moaning at the taste. “You taste really good.” You say as you watch his mouth drop open, mesmerized by what you just did. “You’re going to make me fuck you again. Is that what you want, hm?” He asks you and you smile innocently as you bat your eyes at him. “Maybe we can go back to your cot and continue?” You ask him and he gathers your loincloths, placing yours on in a quickness and then his before helping you stand up and grabbing your hands to intertwine your fingers together. “Let’s go back to my cot and finish what we started.” He says, letting go of your hand and picking you up bridal style making you laugh as you walk back to his hut.

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“I bet you that I’m way faster than you are now! Let’s see who can swim the fastest to shore.” Neteyam challenges you while you two float in the ocean. “You’re on! On the count of 3… 1,2,3!” You both dive head first in the water, taking off as fast as you can to see who will win against each other. Your strong legs pushing you off as you look over to Neteyam to see that he is almost as fast as you, but not quite.

You’ve took the time to teach him how to swim like a good diver, and he’s listened to every word that you said. As you approach the shore, you notice that Neteyam is almost ahead of you and just to let him float, you slow yourself down to allow him to win and you poke your heads out of the water. “I win! I told you that I am way faster than you.” He brags, making you roll your eyes before smiling as you two stand up together to walk on the sand. Your laughter and fun is interrupted by Ao’nung popping up in front of you.

“Y/n! I have been looking for you all over, why did you not return to our cot last night?” He grabs your arm before you swiftly snatch it out of his grasp. “Do not touch me. I was out, just the same way that you always are.” You begin to walk away from him, but he snatches you again this time nearly yanking your arm out of place before you see a fist go across his face. Ao’nung falls to the ground before looking up to see Neteyam’s angry face, making him hiss before jumping back up to his feet and tackling Neteyam to the ground. “Stop it! Both of you quit right now!” You scream out as you watch a crowd surround the three of you, Koro and a few of Ao’nung’s other friends push through the crowd to pull Neteyam away from him.

Lo’ak rushes through the crowd, punching Koro in his face and pushing him down into the sand. Roxto pulls Ao’nung away from Neteyam, telling him to calm down and Lo’ak does the same to Neteyam. “Stay away from my mate!” Ao’nung shouts at Neteyam as he forces himself out of Roxto’s grip. “She’s no longer your mate, she’s mine! You should’ve taken care of her but instead you just broke her heart and now you’re mad that she broke up with you.” He yells back making your stomach drop as you remember the lie that you told him last night.

“Is that the lie that she told you? Y/n, did you break up with me? Is that what you called our fight?” Ao’nung laughs, gathering his composure enough to ask you a series of questions before he laughs again. You sit silent, frozen in your spot as you look between him and Neteyam. “She lied to you, that’s what she did. We are going to be mated and you’re crazy to think that she would actually leave me for you!” You watch Neteyam’s face turn to confusion at Ao’nung’s words, it hurts you to see it but you just can’t say anything back as the crowd waits for your next move.

“Is… is this true Y/n? Did you lie to me?” Neteyam looks at you, his eyes filled with betrayal and pain as you don’t respond, but just stare at him with sorrow filling your face. You didn’t intend for it to happen this way, you had made up your mind that you were going to leave Ao’nung, but you just needed time. You were serious about the way that you felt towards Neteyam, you just didn’t know how to handle the situation appropriately.

Neteyam shakes his head before storming through the crowd and far away from everyone with Lo’ak following behind him, you wanted more than anything to follow him too but your feet just wouldn’t move from that very spot. “Wow. So you tried to play me and the Sully boy. Everyone thought you were so innocent, but I knew this entire time. And now…” Ao’nung says as he comes closer to your ear. “They know as well.” He points to the crowd whispering amongst themselves while giving you a judging look before he snickers and walks away with his group following him. Everyone glances at you one more time before the crowd slowly thins out, leaving you still stuck in that one spot, tears flowing even though your face wouldn’t even move. You didn’t know what to do, but all you knew was that you had to find a way to make things right with Neteyam, no matter what it took…

A/N: omg guys, this took me 14 hours to write and this is the longest fic that I have ever written so I apologize for it being so long and for me taking so long to post, I just wanted to make sure that it came out right! I hope that you guys enjoy the story and I was thinking about making a part 2, so if you guys would like a part 2 then let me know!! Enjoy 💖

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Meeting and Dating Patrick Verona

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(One of the titans has finally been completed. Amen.)

- When you first heard about the rumors that surrounded Patrick Verona, you’d genuinely thought that they were jokes. Lit a state trooper on fire, sold his own liver to buy a new set of speakers: were your classmates like actually serious?

- It was funny the first few times the gossip came up in conversation but after a while, it just started to get a little sad. You were in high school and your peers were still just as gullible as the kids who got scared by the drip, drip story or the tale of the clown statue.

- Admittedly, the delinquent occasionally intimidated you as well, but you were scared of him the same way you’d be scared of any other person at your school; particularly someone as openly hostile as he was. He wasn’t an arson enthusiast or a criminal in your eyes, he was just a guy who’d maybe humiliate you or purposefully inconvenience you if you happened to get on his nerves one day.

- And yet, regardless of this fear, you still couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him and developing an interest. You considered him completely out of your league and entirely unattainable: someone who would never even think to look your way and who probably already had a beautiful girlfriend who was way cooler than you in every conceivable way possible.

- It’s the reason why you placated yourself with silent devotion instead of actually acting upon your feelings: why you opted for secret glances and daydreams that nobody else would ever find out about or catch on to; unless they were monitoring you 24/7 and/or had a probe in your silly little lovestruck brain.

- Yet someone did catch onto it, the exact same person your affections were pointed towards....

- A lot of people look at Patrick; a lot of people stare and a lot of people look away quickly when he manages to catch them. He’s generally pretty used to it. What he isn’t used to is a pretty girl acting all timid and embarrassed when she accidentally meets his eyes: not disgusted by or scared of him but actually kind of shy.

- It takes him a little while to realize it; to notice the difference between your gaze and everyone else’s, but when he does finally manage to put a finger on it, he finds it sort of amusing. You like him. Cute....

- It’s not cute for you though, not when he confronts you at you locker and asks you why you’re always staring at him, a fake smile plastered across his face; grin looking more like bared teeth than an actual sign of genuine kindness. It’s not cute when he begins putting words into your mouth as you struggle to explain, watching you closely as you nervously deny his ideas; up until he mentions how “maybe you just have a crush on him”.

- It’s completely humiliating staring at the floor as you anticipate his response, waiting for his laughter or something equally cruel to come after the realization inevitably dawns on him. Yet all he does is let out an interested hum before he turns and walks away, leaving you standing at your locker, wondering if you’ll even be able to face him the next day in class.

- Fortunately for you; or perhaps unfortunately, you’ve officially sparked his interest, and now that he knows you have a thing for him, he’s determined to get to know you and see how deep this infatuation of yours goes; along with whether or not you’re actually worth his time.

- He doesn’t ask you out just yet but he does start to hang around you a bit, testing you every now and again, pushing your buttons in order to get a grasp of your personality. In the beginning, he tries to intimidate you: corners you a little, gives you blank stares, takes your things and refuses to give them back until he decides he’s gotten what he’s looking for.

- That’s how the shift in his personality begins: he snatches your pencil case off your desk just as the bell rings and subsequently forces you to follow him, letting you tail him awkwardly down the hallway as he tosses it up and down in the air. You expect his usual tough guy attitude but when he finally whirls around to face you, he gives you a slightly curious look and “asks” if you’re afraid of him.

“You’re not afraid of me, are you?”

“Not really.” You sigh in response, slightly nervous to find out what he’s trying to get at.

“Most people are.” He comments, his hands ceasing their throwing and catching as he walks closer to you.

“Most people think you ate an entire duck.” You respond.

“Maybe I did,” He says before he begins to grin. “Though I do prefer eating other things.”

“Pencils?” You ask, glancing down at your pencil case that he’s still holding onto.

- When you look back up at his face, you’re somewhat surprised to see that there’s a genuine smile pulling at his lips. He hands you the pencil case and you take it, glancing at him one last time before walking away.

- Like I said before: shift in behavior. Suddenly, everybody's favorite juvenile delinquent is acting like the two of you are best friends, sitting with you like it’s the most normal thing in the world for him to do and conversing/flirting with you whenever he can. He even starts following you around after school, somehow constantly running into you and almost always teasingly insisting that he goes there all the time.

- After a while, you just start to get used to it: expect him to be there and sit with you and flirt between every other breath of his. You start to flirt back too, loosening up as you realize he isn’t out to get you and bantering with him whenever he tries to go around and tease you.

- The two of you just start to click: your true personalities shining through and molding together far better than either of you could have ever anticipated. He surprises you with how different from your expectations he winds up being and yet, he’s everything you could have wished for and more. He feels the same way about you.

- So it’s no surprise when he tells you that he’ll take you to that one event you’ve been gushing about whenever you see flyers for it on your daily hangouts or pass the part of town it’s being held in. And in the middle of it, when he looks at you and your excited face like you hung the moon and the stars, its no surprise when he grabs you by the face and kisses you, gentle and loving and sweet.

- And it’s no surprise when you find yourselves unable to stop for the rest of the night, clinging to and kissing each other like two lovestruck dorks. You’re certain you’ll be that way for the rest of your lives....

- One of the best parts of dating Patrick is seeing him go from an intimidating badass to a clingy lovestruck fool who worships the ground you walk on. He might of let his more sensitive side show before the two of you started dating but nothing could have prepared you for the sheer amount of affection and devotion that pours out of him the minute he decides that he loves you. Suddenly he’s doting on you like his life depends on it: holding and touching you as much as he can and adoring every inch of you. Not to mention his infatuation with receiving the same level of affection from you.

- That being said: he still likes to portray himself as an intimidating badass so the pda in your relationship is definitely a little varied. He almost always likes having some form of contact with you but it changes depending on your company: cycling through handholding, arms around your shoulders, tight grips on your thighs, and full on makeout sessions. When you first start hanging out, people wont be able to tell if you’re close friends, dating, just plain hooking up, being held hostage, or hiring him as your bodyguard.

- He particularly likes kissing your neck but he tends to just kiss everywhere he can reach. Wrists, hands, shoulders, face, head, neck: everywhere.

- Slow, soft, loving, and deep kisses: that’s a lot of adjectives but his kisses deserve and warrant them. The two of you get lost in them and he tends not to care who sees; hopefully you aren’t terribly embarrassed by your peers catching him tonguing you on the school benches since most of your kisses evolve into makeout sessions.

- He smacked that security guards ass, you're telling me he wouldn't pat yours on occasion as well?

- That being said, on a sweeter note, he also has a habit of brushing your hair behind your ear. You both keep extra hair ties on your wrists for each other; regardless of how common it is for either of you to use them or not.

- He typically chooses to be the big spoon when the two of you cuddle but more often than not, you just wind up in a tangle of limbs and hair. He’s a pretty big fan of cuddling so you’re found in bed together pretty often; usually with him using you as a teddy bear or doing other things....

- He likes being called “pretty boy” and I refuse to believe otherwise.

- Speaking of terms of endearment: he tends to call you girlie and “my girl”, as well as princess, angel and a menagerie of other pet names. Sometimes he uses them just to make you roll your eyes but he doesn’t necessarily use them sarcastically: he just makes his affectionate outbursts look like jokes.

- He likes to praise himself for you but he also just loves when you say nice things about him in general; though he takes your insults as compliments too so anything you say to him is generally appreciated regardless of it’s contents. Love language isn’t really the right way to describe it; since he partakes in pretty much every single type, but for lack of a better word, praise is a big part of his love language and it being used totally unprompted is perfectly normal for him.

“How did I get such an amazing girlfriend?”

- That being said: gift giving is also a pretty big part of his love language; even if he doesn’t always have the money to buy you an $800 dollar guitar. He proves that much to you when you first get together and he gets you a necklace with his initial on it; or something of the sort. He was a little shy about giving it to you since you were still getting used to each other but he was fully prepared to carve your name into his chest so he was kind of just hoping you loved him as much as he loved you.

- But money isn’t everything, especially when you frequent thrift stores! I’m not entirely sure if Patrick would have gone to them on his own but he’d definitely develop a fondness for them after being introduced to them by you.

- Your smile is his favorite sight to see and your laughter is like music to his ears: seeing you happy makes him happy; even when he wants to be annoyed with you. It’s part of the reason why he sort of just goes along with whatever you want to do and acts like a bit of a pushover. When he really likes a girl, his reputation and machismo goes out the window: he’s willing to look a little lame if it really means something to you; even if he puts up a bit of a fight in the beginning.

- He’ll pull out some random grand and extravagant gesture just to make you forgive him after a fight or cheer you up after a rough day, and he’ll deem any consequence that arises from it as worth it. If you asked him for a rock, he'd give you the moon and you’ll be well aware of that from the start of your relationship.

- Speaking of his unyielding devotion: it isn’t uncommon for him to act like your knight in shining armor whenever an unfortunate situation occurs. Got stuck babysitting? Guess he’s babysitting too. Car broke down? He’s driving four hours at midnight just to come and pick you up. Left your important assignment at home? He’ll cut class just to get it for you.

- Him cutting class is an unfortunate habit of his and more often than not, you’ll also be involved in it in one way or another: whether he’s cutting just to come and sit with you in your class, in order to walk you to your next one, or forcing you to actually cut with him.

- Patrick getting in trouble isn’t going to go away anytime soon but he does tone it down a bit for your sake. You can’t spend a whole lot of time with him when he’s in and out of detention and all it took for him to prioritize that over being a little shit was you canceling your plans, hanging out with someone else, or telling him sadly that you really wanted to see him. The thought of it became like 80% of his impulse control whether he wants to admit it or not.

- He genuinely gets frustrated when you don’t get to spend a lot of time with each other. He can spend days with you at a time and not get tired of it so when you have to keep cancelling plans or have your dates hijacked by friends of yours, you’ll find that he gets huffy over the fact that he can’t be alone with you. He’s not afraid to admit that he only came somewhere because he wanted to be with you or that he’s upset over the fact that you forgot you were supposed to go out with him and you find it kind of adorable.

- It’s probably part of the reason why he’s willing to drive cross country with you in order to go see some special event that’s taking place a couple states away; or whatever other day/road trips you’d be willing to go on. It’s like micro dosing on being married to you and having you all to himself and he secretly loves it to death.

- Random fun little dates. Going to the amusement park, the circus, bowling, laser tag, paint ball, paddle boats, etc. He loves just letting loose and having fun and though they might be slightly juvenile, you guys can put the juvenile in juvenile delinquent.

- Friendly competitions.

- Play wrestling. He doesn’t just let you win so I hope you’re somewhat dedicated to beating him; even if it is a losing fight. You might think you’re getting the upper hand on occasion but he almost always perseveres and wins; mainly because he was only momentarily letting you think you were getting the best of him. That being said: your dedication is probably due in part to the fact that wrestling with you gives him a bit of a hard-

- Beach dates. The place reminds him of home; his childhood home at least.

- Movie dates. He doesn’t even mind if you want raisinets! But he does somewhat force you to hold his hand the entire time, even if it’s a little impractical whenever you want to get some popcorn, so I guess that’s how you pay him back for it.

- Going to his favorite bars and clubs with him. If it isn’t your style than he isn’t going to force you into doing something that’s arguably not in your best interests, but he may try to “broaden your horizons” and he’s certainly always over the moon and all smiles when you decide to surprise him with your presence.

- Dancing along to music with each other.

- Going record/CD shopping. He has a surprising affinity for oldies and every now and again, he’ll play them on the radio or on vinyl and you’ll tease him about being an old soul while he gathers you into his arms. It probably started during the time he spent with his grandfather if we’re being realistic.

- Doing random couples crafts. I don’t even know why, I think it’s the tank top and the tied up hair combo we saw on him: it just makes me think of you guys like tie dying shirts in your backyard or doing pottery together, etc.

- He definitely gives you his shop(?) class projects and at a certain point, begins to tailor them towards your own personal tastes. He’ll sit down beside you and act like he’s semi-disgusted by his work while he inspects it with you, nonchalantly offering you it while ignoring how it perfectly matches your room décor and acting like he’d just throw it away if you didn’t want it.

- He definitely offers you sexual favors in exchange for you doing his school assignments or things of the sort. He also probably “taxes you” when he does favors for you: almost always asking for kisses; even though he’ll joke about “settling for them”.

- He definitely makes jokes about your sex life to random people while you sit at his side with your face in your hands; he gets amused by their flustered reactions. It’s usually things like wiggling his eyebrows and telling your friends that you “were with him all night” when they ask where you were or turning to you and asking if you “think he has the skills of a pornstar” when someone asks about the rumors that get spread around school about him. He makes a lot of sexual remarks and innuendos in general so it’s just sort of something you’ll have to get used to.

- Teasing and playfully bickering with each other.

- Stealing each others fries and shooting the paper off your straws at each other when you go to fast food joints.

- He has a slight oral fixation: almost always being caught with something in his mouth. Toothpicks, cigarettes, pens, you, gum, etc.

- He doesn't listen or adhere to any of that “astronomy bullshit” but he suddenly acts like he’s a true supporter and believer the minute it mentions true love or points to the two of you being soulmates or something of the sort.

- He has a shrine to you in his room; that’s the only way I can describe it. Photos of you, all of the gifts you’ve given him; no matter how small, that he cherishes, etc: it’s all there and on full display. It’s truly adorable.

- Patrick genuinely enjoys taking care of you: like not only does he consider it his job as your boyfriend but he genuinely loves the feeling of being needed. Catching you when you fall, urging you not to do something stupid, giving you little massages, fetching things for you, etc. He’s not easily deterred or grossed out and he’s also particularly hot when he’s playing babysitter/nurse so you don’t usually mind it.

- It might take him a little while to open up but he does enjoy telling you about himself and all of his secrets. He also likes to hear everything about you as well: what you’re thinking, your favorite childhood stories, your family life, your day to day drama, etc. He’s surprisingly good at lending you an ear and giving you advice/comforting words. You often find yourself having long and deep conversations.

- He’s honestly more invested in your life than you are. He’s very passionate about gossiping with you and finding out about all the drama in your friend groups and family. He acts like anyone who’s wronged you personally wronged him.

- Speaking of: he’s the kind of boyfriend who you send to talk to your friends/little siblings when they’re having a rough time and need to hear advice from someone who doesn’t particularly sugar coat things/care about hurting them. He’s very good at consoling your loved ones without fucking them: like, you never have to worry about his comforting pats on the back turning into groping.

- He also just talks to your friends in order to be better and do nice things for you. He’s an honorary member of girls night because he’s so chill and able to blend in without acting like a creep or like your boyfriend™.

- Speaking of friends: he has that one punk friend and I think if your parents or friends are really conservative, they’d be horrified to see that you’re both dating Patrick and subsequently friends with a kid that looks like every parents worst nightmare. He’s chill though: and he’s good at passing on messages or comforting you when you’re arguing with Patrick.

- Patrick finds it really hot when you get jealous over him. He likes the feeling of you being possessive over him and wanting everybody to know that you’re an item: probably because he wants to; and already has, announced over the loudspeaker that you’re his.

- Speaking of: Patrick is a pretty jealous person but not necessarily in the way that you’d probably expect. He doesn’t mind that people find you hot and trusts that you aren’t gonna cheat on him, but he still can’t help but dislike when people show obvious interest in you or encroach upon his time with you. Most of his jealousy arises from you showing favoritism to somebody else; even if it’s purely platonic. He knows that you’re just friends but playing second fiddle to somebody else just plain irks him.

- Considering his reputation, it’s pretty rare for anybody to mess with you. You get to turn off your brain for a while whenever you go out with him and just focus on enjoying yourself. That being said: he can turn from wild bad boy to protective father in an instant if he feels a situation calls for it.

- The two of you don’t argue a ton; at least not seriously. You’re more likely to bicker like an old married couple than you are to have a genuine fight. Although, when you do fight, he tends to remain as calm as he can or leave for a while so he can sort himself out; occasionally making a biting comment or trying to kiss you which only winds up making things considerably worse.

- Patrick is a man who begs and grovels and bothers you into working things out with him whenever you’re mad at him. He hates the silent treatment and borders between miserably keeping his distance and doing everything in his power to get you to talk to him; even telling people you’re sitting with to scram because you keep insisting you’re busy with them instead of speaking with him.

- If you’re the one in the wrong, he might also give you the silent treatment; or hold a bit of a grudge, but he’s typically pretty quick to forgive you; mainly because he misses you and wants to be together again. He definitely makes you laugh and promise between kisses that you’ve both forgiven each other and that something “like this” is never gonna happen again.

- The two of you joke around a lot when it comes to saying “I love you” but he does genuinely enjoy saying it and hearing you say it back to him. He’s kind of obsessed with it actually, and he sometimes smiles at you and says it so sincerely for no good reason at all that it genuinely makes you feel like crying; in the nicest way possible.

- Good luck getting rid of him because he’s genuinely kind of obsessed with you. He’s never really had such an honest and real connection with someone before and he’s kind of convinced that he’ll never have another one again so he’ll fight to the death to keep you by his side. So yeah, expect a ring on that finger in the future and a near perfect Aussie husband.

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fruityrituals · 1 year ago

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tell me what you want

mountain ghoul x fem reader

summary: mountain and reader are in the beginning stages of a relationship and they finally have sex after a lot of sexual tension.

cw: explicit, breath play, body being marked, unprotected sex

comment: I don’t recommend reading if you cringe at someone being called ‘daddy’. also, this is little plot and primarily smut

dedicated to rachel

(18+) / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Ghost Masterlist

(divider below from @cafekitsune ) | pics above from pinterest

You and Mountain are in the early stages of a relationship. You are still trying to figure out what you both want exactly bur for now you guys have just been very cozy with each other with the ocasional make out sessions. To say that there’s sexual tension is an understatement. You haven’t really understood why he was holding back at first till Rain told you last week that Mountain has never been in a relationship let alone with a human and he was worried he would hurt her. You became not understanding once you learned that information, but in moments like right now, sitting in the ghouls dressing room 2 hours before they would go on, you both sit on the couch kissing each other passionately. Your hand in his hair, your legs over his lap, his tail and one arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand rests on the back of your head. The other ghouls decided to go explore before the show, so you both had some privacy that you wanted to take advantage of without the others teasing you both about when you would finally fuck.

As you sit here with your legs in his lap and your arms wrapped around his neck, you let out a satisfied sigh against his lips. You decide to be a little more adventurous and shift yourself over and get on his lap straddling his waist. Mountain let a little gasp slip his lips as he kept his hands to himself for a moment and looks up at you. You look down at him as you put your hands in his hair again gripping it gently and whisper “it’s okay”. It takes him a few moments of focusing on his breathing before he drops his hands down to your hips. Once he seemed a little more comfortable, you lean down and you both start kissing again. From this new position, you can feel is cock growing hard beneath you through the fabric of his pants. He was already in his stage uniform instead of his vest and helmet. You have wanted him so bad even before you both started this relationship and the tension was so thick right now. You wish that he would talk to you about what he’s worried about so you could ease his panic but he just never wanted to speak out about it. You slowly start to move your hips against him and he parts his lips gripping your hips tight but he didn’t stop you. You let a small whine slip your lips as you continue that motion and slowly pressed yourself against his hard length and stared rocking on his lap. He grew harder and his grip on you’re hips tightened and then he pulled away from the kiss just slightly, letting his lips linger, and says your name softly. You sigh gently as you stop rocking your hips and look down at him “listen, I know you’re scared about hurting me, and I know you won’t talk about it but I think you have more self control then you think and you wouldn’t let yourself go that far. Please just trust yourself with me and trust me to tell you if anything hurt” you look into his eyes as you speak and grip his hair gently. Mountain rests his hands on your hips again and looks into your eyes then closes them and nods gently “I’ll try but as soon as I feel like I’m losing control I’m stopping”. You feel you heart racing and nod at his words as you lean in and start kissing him again and slowly rock your hips against him. The kiss becomes heavier and more eager like you both needed this kiss in order to live. His lips traveled from yours to your neck and he started making marks along your throat and the side of your neck. You can feel your core growing wet with desperation for him and a knot formed in your stomach as soon as you felt mountain reach down between your bodies to unbutton your pants. You quickly pull away from him and get off his lap to take off your pants and underwear and as soon as he sees your lower half bare, hunger flashes in his eyes and he no longer cared to go slow with it, he quickly kicks off his boots and stands up from the couch stripping off all his clothes until his dick was free and standing with need. He was long and thick and the sight of him makes you squirm. You take off the last of your clothes and once he sits down on the couch again, he looks up at you observing your body as you watch his chest rise and fall fast. He leans forward grabbing your wrists and pulls you back to the couch on top of his lap.

You stumble back on the couch sitting on his lap closer toward his knees and you slowly grab his cock and start to pump it. He let his head fall back into the couch for a moment and let out the most toe curling moan you have ever heard as you feel a rush of heat in your body traveling straight to your core. You lean in and start kissing his neck gently as you pumped his length. He dug his fingers into the couch for a few moments before taking one of his hands and rubbed your thigh gently. He slowly trailed his hand to your core and slipped his fingers between your folds gathering all the wetness before using his thumb to rub your clit gently. You let out a moan bowing your head down against his shoulder and can’t help but rock your hips against his hand for more friction. You needed him inside you so bad it hurt. You could cry if something were to break this moment apart right now. He rubs your clit a few more time then gathered your slickness before plunging two fingers inside of you and you moan out his name and quickly pressed your lips to his neck. You were worried you weren’t doing enough to satisfy him because your brain felt cloudy from his touch right now. You continue to stroke his cock as he finger fucks you and you feel the build up in your stomach feeling so close to coming undone quickly as you toss your head back and you moan out “fuck daddy, that feels so good”. Everything happened so fast after that. It was like you said an activation word for him because he pulled his fingers out quickly and thrusted his cock into you so hard and quick without warning that you practically yell. Your hands fly to his shoulders gripping them as a lot of pressure built up inside of you. He starts thrusting up into you moving your hips with his not giving you time to adjust. It hurt but the pleasure was over powering and the fact that this ghoul is always so soft spoken and sweet but he was being really rough right now was making the pleasure so much better. Your mouths crash into each other as you both breathe heavily and sloppily while you bounce on his lap not being able to help all the noises escaped from deep in your throat. “I can see you really liked me calling you daddy hm?” You pull away from the kiss and look In his eyes and he has such a lustful look in his eyes as he nodded and wrapped his hand around your throat and you let out another moan putting your hands around his arm that was gripping your throat and Mountain says “you like me being rough right you huh? I’ve been so worried about hurting you but you like it”. You nod quickly and desperately “I do please”.

A smirk wiped across his face as he slipped out of you and you whine at the empty feeling you felt, but he quickly stood up and put you on your knees pushing your chest against the back of the couch as he got on his knees on the couch behind you and thrusted back inside. You let out a satisfied moan as you fold your arms on the top part of the back of the couch and rested your head on your arms as he started to thrust into you hard. He grips your hips hard as his hips starts to move at a hard rough pace. All that could be heard was the soundcheck that started on the stage and the noise of their skin slapping together filling the room. As he got more rough with his thrusts, your moans become louder and you decide to test his lust and moan out “oh fuck daddy you’re so big and you’re being so rough it feels so good”. He practically growls as he hardens his thrusts and slaps your ass hard they would definitely leave marks “you’re being such a good girl” he said breathlessly. His tail comes around rubbing where he slapped your ass then snakes around to your clit and gave it a little flick causing you to gasp and your hips shudder. He kept his tail working on your clit as he wraps one arm around your torso pulling your back against his chest and traces one hand up your stomach to one of your breasts and grips your breast and the other hand goes to your neck wrapping his fingers around your throat. He thrusts hard and deep into you as this angle hits that spot inside of you at each thrust. He gripped your throat starting to cut off your airway and pressed his lips to your ear saying “you’re taking me so fucking good”. His grip tightens as your vision starts to get cloudy from the lack of air and you feel like you’re about to have the hardest orgasm of your life. He doesn’t let up on his grip as his thrusts became harder and your walls clench around his cock which makes him grunt. You try to scream out but you’re breathless as your orgasm ripped through you and you both cum at the same time and he finally lets go of your throat as you take in a deep breath filling your lungs and letting a loud moan finally come out. You both are sweating and breathing heavily as he turns your head keeping your back against his chest still and kissed your lips sloppily with a soft moan against both your lips and you mumble “I told you I could handle it”.

Before he could even pull out and both of you get yourselves cleaned up and presentable, Swiss comes into the shared dressing room “we started soundcheck let’s go mount-“ and he drops his his track and smirks as you gasp and quickly cover your body with your shirt. Mountain pulls out of you and pulls on his pants and says “you should have knocked”. Swiss crossed his arms over his chest “well I thought it would be safe to walk in here without warning, I didn’t think you would ever fuck this poor girl”. You get dressed as your checks burned and you don’t look at Swiss, a little embarrassed you were walked in on but Mountain doesn’t seem bothered so that felt a little more comforting. Mountain glared at Swiss’ comment “well you can knock from now on. I’ll be out to soundcheck in a second, tell papa I’m sorry for my tardiness”. Swiss heads back to the door “I’m sure he won’t be upset once he knows why you were late” he smirks and leaves.

When you go to get up from the couch you feel like your legs are noddles and instantly sit back down as you look up at Mountain who was putting his stage uniform back on and he walks over cupping your cheeks and leans down kissing your lips deeply then says “you promise I didn’t hurt you”. You nods gently “the pain I felt didn’t hurt me, it was so good. So fucking good” you whisper to him “so good that I don’t think I can watch you today from side stage like usual”. Mountain grins and grabs an iPad and hands it to her, you can watch my drum camera on this and rest back here. During the show. I’ll be back after the soundcheck though to take care of you” he kissed you again. You smile “oh when you come back I want you to do the opposite of taking care of me” you smirk over at him as he walks to the door. “You are so going to regret that, but tell me what you want and I’ll give you everything in the world” then he leaves for soundcheck.

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