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kymerawrites · 6 months ago

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How much it hurt standing right there, on the balcony of his two-story house, the thought of him getting married to another woman tomorrow was making your heart bleed. You leaned against the railing with a frown on your face, a glass of champagne in your hand and your eyes throwing daggers at the moon. Simon decided to invite all Task Force 141 for a drink the night before the big day, you could hear them all laughing and cheering downstairs in the living room, but you couldn’t even put a small smile on your lips.

You loved him and he loved you back, you thought things could still work between the two of you, he thought differently. He didn’t know how to show his love, his care, it hurt you and he knew it perfectly, that’s why he decided to break things off with you. And now? After one year you still haven’t moved on and now he was going to marry another woman. You heard someone clear his voice and immediately turned around, Simon was there with his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes staring deeply at yours, “shym.. Why are you here alone?” He asked, his tone holding a little sadness.

You let out a scoff before turning your gaze down towards the garden, watching a couple of butterflies landing perfectly on the grass, “because I’d rather not be around for this,” you muttered, the grip on your glass of champagne tightening. He sighed and walked closer to you, joining you in standing against the railing of the balcony and keeping a respectful distance.

“You’re invited, why would you not want to be here?” He asked with a raised eyebrow before letting his gaze drop on you. You rolled your eyes and drank half of the liquid from your glass before replying, “Because I don’t want to watch my ex-boyfriend getting married to another woman.” You murmured with bitterness in your tone.

“Even though we’re still colleagues, I cannot just act like I don’t care Simon..” I took a big chug of my wine before looking down to the grass

His eyes softened as he realized how you truly felt about the situation, he could blame nobody but himself. He was the stupid one. He let out another heavy sigh and leaned against the railing, his shoulders dropping and his body slightly falling forward, as if a weight was on his shoulders, “I know-“ he paused and closed his eyes before continuing, “but the decision has been taken.”

“Why mia… why her Simon what was so special about her that overshadowed me?”

“You want me to tell you why did I choose her?” He asked and you could just hear how tired and frustrated his voice was. You turned your head to look at him and saw how tired he looked, probably tired from hearing the same question for the past few weeks after he told you that he was going to marry her and not you, “yes,” you said in a stern voice, “why her and not me?”

Simon thought for a split second “Mia, she was someone who saved my life, kept me company while I was almost dying on that battlefield..and we just fell for eachother, I couldn’t let that eat me up.”

Your heart dropped as Simon spoke, he fell for her while you were waiting for him here. You felt a pang of jealousy and anger towards her just from hearing the words leaving his mouth. You turned your body fully towards him and narrowed your eyes at his face.

“You fell for her on the battlefield?” You asked in disbelief, “while I was here waiting and worrying for you?”

He slowly nodded his head. “You don’t understand, she kept me company while I was in my lowest point during those days on the battlefield, I-“ he paused and licked his lips as he remembered those days where he didn’t give a damn if he lived or died and he was close to death so many times, yet Mia was there, taking care of him and talking to him as he just laid there, unable to speak or move.

Your eyes widened in shock and slight anger. “You don’t think I understood that?” You exclaimed, “Simon I was there for you too, I was texting you, calling you, worrying about your state every night!” You paused as you felt your eyes starting to heat “I was praying that you’d come back safely, that you’d come back home to me, but-“ you bit the inside of your cheek and took a deep breath as you tried not to yell at him, “but no- Instead you fell in love with another woman.”

He could basically hear your voice breaking as you spoke and his heart ached every second. “I know-“ he tried to speak up, but you didn’t let him, the last drop of rage finally hit you and you snapped at him.

“You know? Then why!? Why didn’t you choose me? Didn’t you love me like you love her!? Didn’t you care for me like you care for her!?” You yelled at him, not being able to hold your emotions back now.

“Of course I did! You know I did!“ He yelled back as he lifted his head and clenched his jaw, his hazel eyes staring deeply into yours. You looked straight into his eyes and felt a tear run down your cheek, “Then why?” You asked in a weak voice, “if you loved me and cared about me why didn’t you choose me instead?”

Another sigh escaped his lips and he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “Because it’s different with her!“ He yelled back and he saw how another tear fell from your eye. He was hurting you, but he didn’t know how to explain you why it was different, “I don’t know how to explain” he spoke in a much calmer tone and leaned against the railing again, “she’s just different..”

I nodded “ah yes, because she never made mistakes, she was soft, loving and caring..” I paused “and I always did the opposite. Because I am harsh, an ex maffia member, someone who was obsessed with the thrill of life or death, money..” I looked at him angrily “is that the reason?”

Simon stayed silent for a few moments, thinking about your words. He knew that what you were saying was completely true, you have never been the soft or gentle type of woman, you could never love him as fiercely as Mia did. He lowered his gaze to his feet for a second and bit his lower lip before replying. “It is part of the reason-“

Your heart shattered even more as he confirmed your thoughts. “That’s exactly why isn’t it?“ You said in an almost inaudible whisper. “She loves you like a real lover should do.. while I do the opposite..” you muttered almost to yourself.

You chuckled humorlessly and shook your head, looking up at the night sky to hold your tears from falling down your face. “And the other reasons..?” You whispered, knowing you were stepping into a minefield.

He took a deep breath and let it out before answering your question. “It’s a.. lot of reasons actually.” He said in a much calmer voice than before. He could see and hear the pain in your voice and it made him want to comfort you, but he couldn’t do that. Not anymore. Not after everything.

“Then name them.“ You looked at him again, holding back all the emotions that were swirling in your brain, “tell me all the reasons that made you fall out of love for me and fall in love with her.”

He grunted and closed his eyes for a second before looking into your eyes again “first reason, the one you already guessed, is her nature. She’s sweet, gentle, kind, loving, she takes care of me when I need it.” He said in a low voice, his eyes locked into yours.

“Second,” he paused as he leaned forward and his body was now facing you fully, “she knows when to stop arguing and when to give in, she’s not stubborn like you.” He said without thinking and winced slightly.

He knew that the next reasons were going to rip you apart, that’s why he was taking time to give the perfect answer. “She’s not some mobster and a con.” He said in a cold tone as he looked up at you again.

Your eyes widened in shock when he spoke, you couldn’t believe that part of the reason was the fact that you were once a mafia member. “You-“ you spoke in a weak voice “you’re using my past as a reason?” You let out a humorless chuckle and shake your head.

“Don’t act surprised,” he said in a dry tone “you’re a criminal. A con woman and now an ex mobster.” He crossed his arms over his chest and slightly lifted his chin, staring into your eyes with a blank expression, “what do you expect?”

His cold words and expression felt like daggers into your heart and you closed your eyes momentarily to hold back your tears. “I know what I was, but I never expected you to use it against me.” You said in a quiet voice.

“You know how I was forced in that and the horrific situations I experienced and needed to endure..”

He bit his lip and his body tensed when you spoke about your past, he remembered hearing your stories more than once. He knew it was cruel to use that against you, but he just wanted you to understand, “Yes I do..” he said in a serious and firm voice “and that’s another part of the problem.”

“I don’t want to hear it anymore Simon… I couldn’t get over you because I love you.. or well loved you.” A tear welled up in my eye “you just proved me why I should not even want to speak to you again.”

He clenched his jaw when he saw the tear rolling down your face and closed his eyes tightly. He wanted to reach over and wipe the tear off your face, his hands were itching to feel your skin again, but he knew he couldn’t touch you. This was already too painful for both of you. He looked at you again and saw how much pain you were in. “I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said in a low tone, “I just wanted you to understand..”

“Understand your bullshit reasons to marry another woman,” you whispered and wiped the tear off your face with the back of your hand. You couldn’t take this anymore, hearing him give you so many reasons why he won’t choose you was slowly killing you.

He flinched slightly when you cursed, he also couldn’t stand seeing you in pain like that. “Those same bullshit reasons are the ones I’m choosing her over YOU!“ He snapped. He was losing control of his emotions hearing you speak and seeing your hurting expression.

“Then why are you still trying to explain them to me?” You spoke, feeling your anger rise as well, getting tired of his attitude. “You already chose her, you’re going to marry her tomorrow, then why are you wasting your time to explain me something you shouldn’t?!”

He let out a scoff and leaned more towards you, “Because I don’t want you to think that I’m only doing this out of spite! I’m in love with her okay?! And I’m going to marry her because I want to, I want to spent the rest of my life with her!” He yelled at you, letting out all his bottled up emotions.

I just stayed silent and looked at the stars in the sky before turning my face back to him “then I wish you well in live Simon.” And I walked downstairs towards the door

His heart sank when you walked away like that, you just stopped fighting, you just gave up. “That’s it?” He said in disbelief before he started walking after you, closing the distance between the two of you in a few strong steps. He grabbed your arm and stopped you from walking.

He turned you around so that you would be facing him and held your arm firmly to prevent you from walking away from him. He stared into your eyes as he spoke, his voice low. “That’s it?” he repeated, “you’re just leaving? Not even going to fight for me?”

You felt like your emotions were about to explode anytime now, he had no right to speak like that. “What the hell do you want me to do?!” You almost shouted, looking him straight in the eyes, “what more am I supposed to say!? You don’t want me, you chose another woman! I’m not going to fight when it’s already lost.”

He tightened his jaw and his grip on your arm. He didn’t know why he was so upset when you said those words. He should’ve been happy that you gave up, but he wanted to see the feisty woman that never surrender, he wanted you to fight for him. But the words you were saying to him made his heart ache. You were giving up on him, you just accepted that he was marrying another woman.

His expression softened when he saw more tears in your eyes and he slowly loosened his grip on your arm, holding it gently now. He took a deep breath and looked into your eyes, his voice calm. “Say something. Yell at me, tell me I’m a bastard, that you hate me. Anything.”

You inhaled a shaky breath and tried to hold back your tears. Seeing him like this made your heart ache as well, but you knew you had to be strong, “What for? Do you want me to humiliate myself and beg you to pick me? Beg you that you will see how much I love you?”

“Well guess what Simon, I want you to thrive in your upcoming marriage and I don’t want to be seen as an obstacle, I don’t want to see you again Simon..” and I walked out the door and shut it close

And at that moment I felt like I lost myself, lost control. I called Shepard to surrender myself from the army and called an old friend of mine.

I called Amanda “shym is that really you? Girl we’ve missed you so much!”

Amanda’s excited tone on the other side of the phone made your heart clench slightly, you missed your old friend. A lot.

“How is angels palace doing Amanda? I want to come back. I miss everyone..”

“Oh we’re all good but we all miss your presence!” Amanda said in a cheerful tone “Come back here you crazy bitch, we all miss our queen.”

I smiled as tears welled up in my eyes again “so my dad isn’t angry at me leaving him?”

“Yeah he’s still sulking about it“ said Amanda before bursting into laughter “it’s kinda funny whenever someone mentions you, he just puffs like an angry child. But I know and everyone knows that secretly he’s missing your smartass comebacks.”

“And most of all his backbone, you were thriving and making us a lot of money, you need to come back.. Sol.”

A chuckle escaped your lips when she used your old name, nobody called you like that anymore. “Stop it, you’re making me miss that place even more. I swear to God if I get home and I don’t see my favorite drink at the bar I’m going to strangle your ass.”

“My flight leaves at 9 AM, I’ll see you around 7 PM in the evening alright?”

“Perfect, just be prepared to drink tons of my good old cocktails.” Amanda said and you could sense the excitement in her voice.

I drove home and instantly packed all my belongings and my cat, couldn’t leave the poor guy behind. I left my keys in the plant pot and put a note for my tenant that I payed last month rent and I’ve moved out.

After everything was in your bags and the car, you sat down in the driver’s seat and drove straight to the airport. You were already excited to see your old home again and meet your old friends, but your heart still ached from the whole Simon situation.

You checked in your bag and sat down in the waiting area for your flight. People were all around you, walking, chatting, all seemed normal. But you felt heavy and tired, you couldn’t get Simon’s face out of your head. You closed your eyes to rest for a moment.

You were awakened by the announcement on the speakers that your flight was about to start boarding up. You slowly opened your eyes and stood up from your sit, grabbing your bags. You slowly made your way to the boarding desk, showing the worker your ticket before making your way onto the plane.

Time to go back to bogota..

You made your way to your seat at the plane and strapped the seatbelt around your waist. You inhaled a deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment, trying not to think about Simon.

‘He’s marrying that stuck up doctor today, I hope everything goes well for them’ I thought

Even thinking that made your heart ache. You hated the thought of him marrying another woman. You took a deep breath and took out your headphones, deciding to play some music to distract yourself.

The flight seemed long, but at least the loud music was helping you to distract from your thoughts. You were listening to some of your favorite songs when the pilot announced your arrival to Bogota.

Back in London it was Simon, trying to call you multiple times since yesterday

He sat alone in his kitchen with his head resting on his crossed forearms. He hasn’t slept and he had bags under his eyes. He picked his phone up again and called your number, hoping that this time you would answer.

He tapped his foot on the floor anxiously and held his breath, listening to the beeping. But then he heard your voicemail again, causing his expression to tense up. He growled in irritation and was about to throw the phone but he quickly stopped himself and called your number again.

He impatiently waited for your voice but heard your voicemail again. He let out another loud sigh and leaned against his chair, covering his face with one of his hands. He was getting fed up, why weren’t you answering?

He dropped his hands from his face and looked at Soap who was grinning widely. He let out a scoff and rolled his eyes with annoyance, “Yeah I’m marrying her today, not even a bloody congratulations?”

Soap scoffed as well and shook his head, “I wouldn’t compliment your choice mate and you know that” he said and sat down next to him, patting his shoulder “are you actually going through with this?”

He leaned back in his seat and avoided eye contact with Soap, he ran his fingers through his hair. “Why wouldn’t I?” He asked in a rough tone, “she’s the one I’m marrying in a couple of hours remember?”

Soap narrowed his eyes at him “because you haven’t slept at all, and you haven’t even spoken to your fiancé since yesterday” he said in a suspicious tone, he knew his friend well and knew that something was wrong.

He averted his gaze from Soap and clenched his jaw. He hadn’t spoken to her, he had called her multiple times but you weren’t answering him, which irritated him even more. He hated the fact that he was having second thoughts and he hated the fact that you still had such an effect on him. “I’m just stressed about the whole marriage situation.” He lied.

Soap chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest, “You, stressed? You’re one of the most calm and composed guys I know” he said in a disbelieving tone, he knew he was hiding something.

He let out a loud scoff and finally looked up at Soap, his expression still tense “even I can get stressed sometimes Soap. Can you just cut me some slack for now?”

Soap raised his hands in defense and gave him a smirk, “Alright mate settle down, was just messing with you” he said and gave him a playful pat on his shoulder “but seriously, are you alright?”

He inhaled a shaky breath and leaned his head back to rest on his chair. He had never opened up to anyone about something like that before. But Soap was his close friend and he trusted him the most out of everyone. He let out a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling “No, I’m not.” He admitted slowly.

“It’s shym.” He said bluntly

Soap’s eyebrows knotted together in confusion “shym? What about her?” He asked in disbelief.

He let out a tired exhale and closed his eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair before looking at Soap “She just won’t leave my mind, every time I try to stop thinking about her she’s still there” he admitted, he felt relieved that he was finally telling someone about how he felt, especially Soap who was his best friend.

“You still love shym don’t you..” he said firmly

He stayed silent for a moment, his expression tense. He slowly looked up at Soap and nodded “yeah, I still love her, more than anyone in the world” he admitted in a firm tone “I never stopped loving her.”

Soap raised his eyebrows in surprise. Out of all the possibilities of why his friend was so distracted, he didn’t expect his to say that. “Then why are you marrying another woman?” He asked in disbelief.

Simon looked at soap “because I also love Mia, a lot.. and she’s a better option.”

Soap let out a scoff and rolled his eyes, “How the hell is she a better option? Mate, you’re marrying a woman that you don’t even love that much, instead of the woman you truly love, do you even hear yourself right now?”

He looked away and clenched his jaw stubbornly “Mia is everything I need. She doesn’t distract me with her stupidity, she actually supports me and is there for me. She’s everything I need” he said as he tried to convince himself it was the truth.

Soap rolled his eyes and stood up from his chair, “That’s such bullshit mate and you know it.” He said in an annoyed tone, “You can’t marry a woman that’s not the one that you truly love. Can’t you just pull your head out of your ass and admit that you love shym?”

“It’s already too late, shym left with no trace.. I said some hurtful stuff yesterday and no one can find her now..”

Soap’s eyes widened in surprise and his heart ached for his friend. He didn’t want to believe that it was already too late. He walked back towards him and placed his hand on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze “She can’t have disappeared like that, she must be somewhere..”

And now i returned to the hotel a coverup for a secret organization that trades and smuggles drugs and other stuff.

As you walked into the palace you saw many people who were close to your family or that you had done business with before. They all looked surprised but somewhat happy to see that you had returned. As soon as your father saw you, he exclaimed and spread his arms wide open before pulling you into a tight and emotional embrace.

“Family! My backbone has returned!”

All the people in the room clapped and cheered as you appeared. Your father kept his arm around your shoulders and held you close to him as he spoke out to everyone in the room. “My daughter has finally returned” he said in a proud tone, “I missed her so much, I cannot believe that she has returned to us, my family is finally reunited once more!”

PART 2 SOON

#ghost cod #simon ghost riley #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #modern warfare #simon ghost x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #cod x reader #simon riley #codcanon #cod 141 #cod imagine #dead dove do not eat #task force 141 #taking care of the big guys who are all so bloody #the other woman

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somewhereincairparavel · 18 days ago

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there's just something about reyna being so desperate for a romantic connection after venus tells her that she'll never be loved by a demigod. when she was even willing to date octavian, when she immediately latched on to percy after he arrived at camp, and then, of course, her unrequited feelings for jason.

this is partly why I dislike people blaming jason for "leading her on" because there's absolutely no canon evidence to suggest that reyna was vocal or obvious about her feelings to jason or ever made a move about it. especially considering the venus incident where reyna had begun to avoid him. it would've ironically given jason the opposite impression. it's only mentioned that they shared something special, which could just as easily allude about their close friendship. jason said that he never felt anything romantic towards reyna, they were both pretty restricted when it came to love because they had an image to withhold at camp, they also had this external pressure of being the potential picture perfect couple. he liked sharing roman history knowledge with her as a best friend, they wanted to visit cool historical monuments together, which he appreciated, and he trusted her deeply, but that was all there ever was to it. their connection was dominated by sweet platonicity, in his perspective, atleast.

reyna misinterpreting jason's behaviour as something romantic also makes sense to her character because she wanted to be loved that way. it was reyna's wishful thinking that caused her inevitable heartache and that adds nuance to her character.

reyna had her own faults in the downfall of jason and her's friendship, just like jason did. and that makes them good characters. they both refused to reach out bc of hesitation and it isnt just jason's fault as the fandom claims it to be.

when jason said reyna distanced herself from him and was never quite the same around him after the venus incident?? do people not understand that jason's hesitation to reach out must have stemmed from that?? worried that she'll distance herself again?? or when reyna greeted piper in boo and didn't even take a glance at jason? reyna had too much pain inside of her so she couldn't reach out. and that's okay.

they never ended up clearing the air because of this lingering hesitation, causing reyna to have everlasting guilt after he passed. and that is also okay. they were just kids who cared about eachother but didn't know better.

their relationship is way more complicated and heartbreaking and reducing it to "jason lead her on and broke her heart, he's the real red flag" does injustice to BOTH their characters.

#i hate it when y'all target jason for everything #he felt guilty about reyna. even though he was not obligated to return her feelings. he had empathy and was not as cold as y'all made him #also when ppl mary sue-fy every character like pls 😭 this happens in the fandom w nico percy and hazel too it's so frustrating #yall wil complain about mary sues in literature but still strip the characters off of any existing flaw they have #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackson #pjo series #pjo hoo #jason grace #pjo hoo toa #hoo fandom #hoo #heroes of olympus #heros of olympus #rrverse #reyna ramirez arellano #reyna avila ramirez arellano

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coolyiooo · 1 year ago

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What BSD Men Do When Your Desperate For Them

Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, and Chuuya

❗Warnings❗: SMUT, MDNI, breeding kink, begging, cock warming, public, overstimulation, whimpering, moaning, groaning, quivering, trembling, rounds, masturbating, dirty talk, squirting, praise, degrading, etc

🖤DAZAI🖤

Ever since you came to work, you have been so horny for Dazai. You thought you could wait until after work, but it seemed impossible. Without thinking much about it, you went towards Dazai and dragged him out of his chair, making him and everybody else startled.

He asked you what was wrong but didn't answer and pulled him into the bathroom, basically tossing him on top of the toilet seat, which made him grunt. You straddled his lap and roughly kissed him, hearing a muffled yelp coming from him that turned into quiet groans. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, and your hand pulled him deeper into your lips, clenching his hair.

His hands caressed your ass and thighs, which soon slid up and down your back, trying to feel more of your body.You were both moaning silently in the heated make out until you pulled away "I need you so much, Osamu. I can't hold myself back. please fuck me" you said while grinding your hips against his

He instantly picked you up and slammed your back against the wall, kissing your lips in a needy matter and moaning into it. You grabbed his hand and slid it under your underwear, Dazai understood what you were saying and started to rub your clit.

You pulled away from the kiss to moan "Mmn~ Osamu~ I need you inside~"

You slid your hand into his pants and stroked making him moan "Oh, Belladonna~ I didn't know you could ever be so desperate for my cock~" he slightly smirks

He takes off your pants and lowers his to reveal his hard dick "I love this side of you, Bella~ look how hard you made me"

He aligned the tip to your drenching cunt making you sigh deeply in satisfaction. He started to tease you by sliding the head of his cock against your folds, making you whine that he hasn't pushed himself inside yet

He chuckles quietly "I would love it if you beg a little more for me, bella~ tell me how much you want me to fuck you"

Usually you'd probably give him a 'are you fucking kidding me?' look, but all you were focused on was getting his dick inside you and you already lost all dignity

You pulled him closer to you as you kissed his bandaged neck and chest "please Osamu, fuck me hard. I need you so much it's all I can think about right now. please make me cum" you pleaded against his skin

He immediately plunged his cock inside you. Both of you almost cumming from the amazing pleasure and moaning loudly. You felt the other twitch aggressively. Dazai didn't waste any time to fuck you at a fast pace. You already felt like you were at your limit.

You gripped harshly on his shoulders while moaning loudly "O-Osamu! I-im g-gonna~!"

Right as you finished the sentence you came on his cock, squeezing him more tightly and screamed a moan from the euphoric release you've been waiting for.

God you turned him on so much. The way you looked right now made him throb aggressively inside you. He whimpered as he also felt his limit.

He still fucked you even after you came "NGH~! you came on my cock immediately? so naughty Ah~! Oh Bella~ f-fuck your squeezing me so tightly~ I'm going to cum~!"

"I-inside~! Ah~! Inside 'Samu~ please~!"

With your begging, he shot his cum inside you, making you cum again and squirt on him. You both moaned and whimpered loudly, digging your nails into eachother from the intensity. You were both in pure bliss.

Your vision went blurry and legs were numb while his legs trembled almost like he's about to drop to his knees.You both breathed heavily trying to calm down.

While panting you said "that's felt amazing" You laid your head against the wall with your eyes closed that soon shot wide open when Dazai rammed his cock into you at a quick pace, already hard for you again. You gasped a moan

"Ah~ Look at what you've done to me, y/n~ agh~ you feel so good I can't stop mnn~! I know you want more so let's keep going~!"

💚RANPO💚

While working at the ADA. You got extremely horny and you didn't know what to do until you remembered you have a cute bf. You looked at Ranpo and saw him eating snacks

You just stared at the man until he noticed you staring. When he finally noticed your stare he immediately knew what you wanted, but he just kept staring at you.

You were getting slightly frustrated that he didn't say or do anything until he slowly started to smirk and got back to eating his snacks

You looked at him in disbelief and realized he's just fucking toying with you, so you thought 'you know what? Fuck him' and left your seat to go to the restroom to solve your own problem, kind of stomping your way out.

His eyes followed you and he knew what you were going to do

When you got inside one of the stalls and sat down, you slid your hand down your pants to and rubbed your clit. You'd never self pleasure yourself at a public restroom, but you've also never been this horny and didn't care, only thinking about having an orgasm.

You felt how wet you already were and let out soft moans from the awaited pleasure you've been craving. After awhile you heard the door slam open, making you jump."You certainly didn't waste any time"

you noticed the voice and saw Ranpo's shoes under the door "Open the door, sugar" you could sense him smirking

You didn't move" I thought you cared about your snacks more" you said with attitude

Suddenly you saw Ranpo crawl under the door, startling you again while blushing "Jesus! Couldn't wait a minute?" You raised your voice

"Oh, so you don't want my cock? I'm pretty sure your fingers can't compare to me. It's written all over your face" he smiles

You looked away knowing he was right. He put a hand on the wall that was behind you and leaned towards your ear "tell me you want me, sugar~"

He placed a hand on the hand that you used to masturbate, then slowly slid his hand under your pants, grazing over your clit.

You whimpered quietly "it's not that hard, sugar~ just tell me how much you want me" he smirks widely

You gulped "I need you so much Ranpo. Please fuck me. I want you inside me and to make me cum please" you begged while blushing

He then pulls you up to your feet and pushed your back against the door, lifting one of your legs to put around his waist. He kissed your lips while he unzipped his pants, kindly kneeing your cunt. You then started to pull down your own pants.

He slides your underwear to the side and placed the head of his cock at your entrance, feeling how dripping wet you were "someone was desperate" he said in a low voice before he slammed his cock inside you.

You moaned loudly and immediately came on his cock, clenching tightly on his hair and shoulder. He whimpered from how good your pussy twitched against him and how tight you were.

He gave you a couple seconds to calm down, then started to fuck your cunt, making you moan and whimper "R-Ranpo! So good~ ah~! your doing so fucking good~! Mmn~ don't stop!"

You felt him throb inside you from the praise. He whimpered and panted "Y-your squeezing me so much~ i- I'm going to- mmn~"

He wasn't expecting to feel his release so soon, but the more you praised and clenched him, he couldn't hold back. He thrusts suddenly became sloppy and fast until he came inside you with a loud whimper.

His body trembled and basically let himself fall into your arms. Your arms were holding him up as you started to feel his cum drip out of you. He was panting heavily .

Out of no where, you pushed him on the seat and got on his lap, lowering your hips onto his cock. Ranpo laid his head all the way back as he moaned. You begin to jump on his cock that was becoming hard again.

"Ah~! So good~ I need more of you, Ranpo ngh~ please lets do it again~"

He whimpered loudly from your words as he held onto your hips tightly to help you move faster. His cock hit deeper inside you and your cunt soaked his cock from your cum and his. You both moaned from the amazing pleasure.

"Mhmm~! More, sugar~ don't stop~ mmn~ I need more of you too~!"

💜FYODOR💜

Your boyfriend has been working a lot lately and hasn't had enough time to have sex with you. So naturally over time you got more horny and couldn't even self pleasure yourself because he forbid anybody or anything else to make you cum besides him.

You were extremely pent up and decided to just interrupt him while he was on his five monitors. You wrapped your arms around him and whispered in his ear "Fedya, Im so horny"

He stopped typing and took a minute to process what you just said. He then turned his head towards you with no expression "Darling, not right now. I'm fairly busy-"

You interrupted his sentence and grabbed his cheeks to make him look directly into your eyes to show him your serious "No Fedya, I N e e d Y o u inside me right now" you basically ordered

His eyes widen slightly for a split second then he smirks while tilting his head "You need me that much, myshka~?"

You blush "Y-yes, It hurts Fedya, Please"

He thought about your request for a couple seconds before responding "Come" he said while patting his lap for you to sit on

You began to straddle him and looked into his eyes. He grabbed your chin and pulled you into a kiss, making you sigh from satisfaction. He grabbed your ass and forced them to move against his hips. You started to moan as he started to get hard

When he was ready, he told you to remove your pants, which you complied, as he zipped down his pants to free his cock. You got back on his lap and kiss his lips again.he lifted your body to align his cock against your entrance and eventually sank your hips down on his dick.

You moaned loudly, the pleasure was already amazing. You were about to jump on his cock when he suddenly held your hips down "Don't move, love" he said calmly

That's when you realized he was planning for you to only cock warm him. You whined "Fedya, please"

"You said you just needed me inside you, correct?" You saw him smirk widely

"But, Fedya-" He put a finger up to your lips to silence you

"Be patient until I'm done with work"He then began to work and act like he wasn't even inside you.

You were dazed but decided to just wait and see what happens, but every once in awhile you felt him throb inside you which felt amazing, considering how sensitive your cunt was just by being pent up. The more you thought about it the more your cunt squeezed and twitched against his cock which only made him throb more. The sensation was becoming too much for you and you felt electricity flow throughout your body.

You suddenly squeezed his shoulders and came on his cock while whimpering loudly. His cock felt how wet and tight you got from your orgasm and you felt his cock twitch more aggressively. He sighed deeply, trying to fight off the urge to fuck the shit out of you, but he composed himself

"Myshka..Did you cum without my permission?" He said with dark eyes

You hugged him tighter "I need you so much, Fyodor please! Please cum inside. please make me cum. I'm sorry that I came without your permission, but please fuck me"

He didn't do or say anything for a long time which made you nervous. You were about to say something until he started to force your hips to ride his cock

You moaned loudly from the pleasure of overstimulation "Y-yes oh my God yes~"

"Mmn~ so wet and needy~ hah~ clenching down on me~ your such a filthy little thing for me, myshka~" he smiles at you

"Y-yeah~ ah~! your the only one who makes me like this~"

"Ngh~ I've told you to never disturb me while I work and you've cum without my approval. You know what I have to do, myshka~" he suddenly pulls himself out of you

You whimpered "Please punish me later, my love "

He smirks at you "Let's play a game. You have one minute to satisfy me. If you win, I'll drop my work and comply with your needs, and if I win, you'll have to wait until tonight or longer."

Before you could process his condition, he spoke again "Your time begins now"

You Immediately started to jump on his cock roughly. The chair you were both sitting on kept rattling from the motion. You moaned his name and showered him with praises loudly to hopefully send him over the edge "Your so deep Fyodor~ mmn~! your the best man I've ever been with~ ah~! no one has made me feel this good~!"

He felt a heavy wave of pleasure go throughout his body "Ngh~ Myshka~"

He closed his eyes to focus on how amazing you felt. To tell you the truth, he was pretty pent up as well. He let out small groans to try and hold himself back from being loud. His cock twitched more and got bigger. It felt amazing and you felt your release coming "I'm going to- Can I cum? Please Fedya~" you moaned

He responded to you by forcing your hips to move faster on his dick. He gasps as he also found his release and you whimpered loudly. You both came at the same time, twitching and breathing heavily. His hot cum coated your walls. It's what you've been waiting to feel for so long.

He put his hand on your cheek to make you look at him. You looked so cute when you were a mess. He panted while smiling at you. "Seems like you've won, moya lyubov. Let's move this to the bedroom shall we? You've gotten me all excited now so take responsibility"

💙ATSUSHI💙

You started off the day very horny for no reason. When you go to work it was hard to keep your mind focused since all you could think about was your bf being inside of you, but you didn't want to bother him, even the sight of him was too much for you. So you decided to go lay on the of the couches to keep your head out of the clouds.

You were reading a book. You were still pretty horny and it only got worse when all of a sudden Atsushi decided to be with you. "Hey, y/n!" he kissed you forehead with a warm smile

You felt your body jolt as arousal flowed through your inner thighs. Your eyes widen slightly with blushed cheeks."How are you feeling, y/n? You've been kind of distant today. Are you sick?"

He put a hand on your forehead to check your temperature, but you grabbed his hand and without thinking, slid it under your underwear and placed it on your clit, making you moan quietly.

His face turned completely red "y-y/n-!" You covered his mouth with your hand "I need you Atsushi. Please, I can't handle it anymore. I want you inside me right now" you begged with pleading eyes

He seemed too stunned to speak. You decided to not wait for an answer and just drag him into a storage room. You began to kiss him roughly while palming his clothed dick, earning a muffled moan from him.

He pulled away "wait, y/n, what if someone finds us?"

You began to kissed his neck "so what if they do? Your all I can think about right now" you pulled away and looked him in the eyes "so please fuck me"

He looked at you with a bit of a worried expression, but after some thinking, he gently kissed your lips again. His hands were on your hips as he slowly pushed your back up against the wall. Your hands were busy taking off your own pants that soon unbuckled Atsushi's belt. After his belt was off, he unzipped his pants to free his hard cock.

All of a sudden he picks you up. Your back still against the wall and your legs wrapped around his hips while his hands were busy carrying your body. He placed the head of his cock on your entrance and then rammed it all inside you. You both whimpered loudly from the impact "y-y/n~ your so tight~ mmn~ it almost hurts~"

"Please, Atsushi fuck me hard. It already feels so good~" you pleaded

With those words, he pounded into you aggressively and fast. His cock hitting your womb and fueling you with pleasure. You kept moaning his name as he kept whimpering. The way his cock slid in and out of you, hit your g-spot, and how he whimpered made you find your climax quickly

"Atsushi~! Ah~! Don't stop- mmn~! I'm going to cum~!" You moaned before aggressively cumming on his cock

Your cunt squeezed him tighter and twitched. It felt like a vibrator and he too found his climax. You both moaned loudly. His cum filled you up and it only made you want more of it. He was breathing heavily from his release.

He then gasps when he felt your hips move against his sensitive cock. "Don't stop, Atsushi~ you feel too good~ I need more of you"

It was like his body had a mind of its own and decided to fuck your brains out again. You both moaned from overstimulation kicking in "y/n~ you feel amazing~ ngh~! How can I stop when you beg for me like that~?"

Your mind was clouded with arousal that it only made you think of the pleasure and you squirted on him "y-yes~! Atsushi~" you moaned loudly

He didn't stop though, he only whimpered louder "can't stop now, y/n~ ah~! sorry, it feels too good~ mmn~! let's stop until we can't cum anymore, okay?"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

The whole day you've been thinking about getting fucked by Chuuya, but unfortunately he was out doing some typical mafia executive business. You couldn't wait all day and decided to go help him out on his mission, with Mori's permission ofc.

You eventually found Chuuya. He was in this small house and in a fight with three men. You knew he could deal with it himself, but he was toying with the men and taking his sweet time. You couldn't sit and wait for him to be done playing with these men and suddenly swooped in and shot the men dead in two seconds.

It startled Chuuya immensely, but when he saw you, he was honestly a bit more relieved "d-doll? What are you doing here? And I could've handled them myself"

"You were taking too long" you responded while walking towards him and putting your gun away

He scoffs "You still didn't answer my question, doll. Why are you here?" He reached his hand out to put it on your cheek, but before he could even touch you, you pulled him into an aggressive kiss startling him again.

You pulled away and looked into his eyes "I need you so bad, Chuuya. I need you to fuck me hard please. I want you inside me"

He blushed with wide eyes "Wha- right now?" He asked in disbelief

"No, Chuuya, tomorrow" you responded sarcastically

You grabbed his hand and dragged him into a bedroom that was part of the small house y'all were in. You pushed him on the bed and got on top of him kissing his neck "I need you, Chuuya. I can't think of anything else but you, please" you pleaded while grinding your hips against his clothed cock.

He groaned lowly "b-babe, you sure you didn't hit your head or something?"

"No, you just can't make me think straight" you responded while kissing his skin

He blushed "you need me that much?" He asked, almost like he was talking to himself

He didn't wait for you to respond and flip you over on your back and began to kiss your neck "well if you need me so badly how could I resist? Your so sexy when you beg for my cock, doll~" he smirks

He then pulls your pants off roughly and lowers his own to free his hard dick "you see what you've done to me?" He pulls your hips towards his "this belongs here" he said before he plunged his cock inside you and immediately hit your g-spot

You came instantly on his dick from the euphoric sensation that you've been so desperate for. You arched your back and moaned loudly. Chuuya's eyes widen "already? You really were desperate for me, huh, doll? G-god your clamping down on me~"

He starts to pound into your cunt. Both you moaned from the sweet feeling. He throbbed inside you and your quivering cunt sent shivers down his spine.

"So good~ mmn~ Chuuya, it feels so good~ agh~! I want your cum so bad~ " you moaned while scratching his clothed back

Your words turned him on so much "you want my cum?" He asked tauntingly

"Uh-huh~ mmn~! I need it~!" He moaned from your words and went at a faster pace.

You moaned more praises which only fueled his arousal. Your cunt rubbed his cock too good that he already found his limit. With one last thrust, he shot his cum inside you, grunting loudly. You came again when you felt his cum, whimpering.

He was panting and trembling slightly. He looked at you and your eyes were slightly closed and your chest was going up and down from breathing. Your hand moved to his soft cock and stroked him softly, making him jolt and gasp.

"I want more, Chuuya" you whined with pleading eyes

You felt him becoming hard again. He looked into your eyes "How could I say no to you when your begging me like that~? I'll fill you up as much as you'd like"

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prncessjaeger · 9 months ago

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smile 🎀

prncess’s note: #myfavcouplestrendeverrrr

“hi guys, so i’m here with my lovely boyfriend and i want him to explain all about how we met,” you turned to your boyfriend, seeing him straighten up from his seat and clear his throat, “ready?” “yeah, so it was a couple years back- well 2- and i noticed her along with some girls…” as soon as he began speaking, you formed a really weird (and ugly) smile and stared at him as he spoke, “..and thought she was ‘really beautiful,’ so i-,” he cut himself off, giving you a weird glance out the corner of his eye, not paying you no mind at first and continues, “i went over to her as soon as her friends wandered away and was like…” you leaned closer to him with the same uncanny smile, “ ‘i think you’re really pretty and- okay why do you look like that?” “like what?” you dropped your smile immediately, suppressing your giggles as he furrowed his brows with an odd look on his face, “you looking all weird and shit.”

“im just smiling, like…?” “yeah but it’s…anyways, so we talking it up a bit and get to know eachother…” you repeated the same smile again and showed more of your teeth, squinting your eyes a bit and he’s looking over at you slowly, “...and she tells me she going to the same college as i go to and it was like all things was working in my favor- alright you’re really starting to irritate me.” biting your lip, you replaced your smile with a soft grin like clockwork, “what i do?”

“you keep looking at me weird! and i can’t focus when you make your mouth looks like that,” you giggled as he turns back to the camera and continues again, “so we ended up trading socials and numbers, planning to meet up more and- oh my god,” “what noww? you gotta finish the story baby,”

“not when you look like you wanna bite me, it’s offputting.” sighing playfully, you noticed your minute was almost to an end, “look we gotta finish-”

“but i can’t concentrate, your face looks weird,.” pouting your lips hoping he’d finish up, and luckily because he has alot of patience with you, he does so he sighed deeply and continues, “and so, since the campus coffee shop was close to the dorms, i decided to walk her back and talk with her more- okay jumbo teeth you gotta stop with the smile-”

“JUMBO TEETH?!”

#aot x black reader #aot fanfiction #aot x y/n #eren jeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren x black reader #eren yeager #eren x black fem!reader #eren x reader #eren aot #fluff #attack on titan #eren fluff #eren headcanons #eren snk #eren jaeger #eren x you #aot fluff #aot x reader

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vxmpyree · 4 months ago

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Angst comfort with jealous Nikto? Maybe some comforting Nikto?

friends to something ambiguous guys! friends to something ambiguous and a little heartwrenching! i love friends to will-they-won't-they! anyway sorry if this is kinda odd?? ivebeen in sick and fever dreamy the past couple of days I've worked on this

there's a new man on your squad. the upper brass transferred him from a different squad, citing an influx of inappropriate anger toward certain people.

and the moment he shows up, nikto doesn't like him. there's something about his dark, leering eyes that makes even his skin crawl. but what seals the deal for him is that he immediately goes to talk to you.

he's all over you, every day. he'll squeeze between you and nikto with his trey in the mess hall, pushing nikto out. the man visits you before lights out, stripping you of the little time you have to relax. but worst of all, you don't seem to mind.

nikto knows that this man isn't good news, but he can't point fingers without a good reason. that'd only alienate you further. he stays up for days, digging and digging, only to come out completely empty-handed. god, he must be good at covering up his tracks… or, maybe he just doesn't have anything wrong with him.

this whole ordeal pisses him off. he can't stop thinking about your cheeks warming when you talk to your new friend, and of you dolling yourself up before you see him. oh, nikto just wants to claw his own eyes out!

maybe nikto is just jealous… ah, no. he couldn't be. he doesn't get jealous.

two weeks into your newfound friendship, it dawns on you that nikto isn't hanging around as often as he used to. it's only ever the new guy and you, and if you manage to catch nikto around base, he's brooding and disinterested. you tire of this. you miss your friend-- you miss nikto. what happened to cleaning rifles together and dozing off in eachothers' quarters? you won't stand for this any longer.

it's late at night when you confront him. your spare key still fits into his lock, and you still have to lift the door to open it. he's sitting straight up in bed with wild eyes watching you. he never looks at you like that. nikto always knows when it's you, doesn't he?

you shut the door behind you with a soft click, taking care not to stir anybody nearby. your footfalls are light against the cold, hard floor, and they stop once they reach the side of his bed. he hasn't reached for a firearm or blade of any sort. maybe he isn't as mad as you believed.

you move to sit on the edge of the mattress. what should you say? you had a faint outline for what you planned on confronting him about, but the moment you walked in and saw those wide eyes of his, none of it seemed all that important.

your head turns to look at him. his face is hardly visible under the cover of the dark, but every little shuddering breath gets his point across. he's upset, deeply so, but he can't just say that. he can't just… talk to you. it's never that easy, not for him.

but, you've come to understand him; you know when nikto is upset. and this time, you know why he's upset too.

"…i'm sorry. you need a friend, don't you? i haven't been one," you whisper.

you want to hold him tight and tell him just how sorry you are, but he'd never let you hear the end of it if you did. you know by now that he doesn't like being touched very often.

something brushes against your fingers. they curl as a twitch rolls through your knuckles, but it persists.

it's his hand, his fingers. his scuffed palm moves to lay over the back of your hand, and his nails lightly itch your wrist.

maybe this is still salvageable. jealousy may not be the end of this.

#call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #cod drabble #cod fic #nikto #cod x you #call of duty nikto #cod nikto #nikto x reader #vxmpyree

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rimunagenius · 10 months ago

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Wait For Me

Paring: Kayce Dutton x reader!

Words: 2.1k words

Warnings: Angst, fluff ending, curse words?? if that’s even a warning, mentions of branding and burning, abuse, over use of baby (i love it, i love imagining him calling me that, do nit judge me🤨😒)

Summary: Growing up you and Kayce were inseparable. You didn’t know the love you shared was more than friends until sixteen, but what happens when John pushes Kayce too hard, and your relationship hangs in the balance?

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A/n: no gender or body specification made in the story, so this could be read from any gender/personal preference. This is very self indulgent for me, I love Kayce Dutton and have since i started Yellowstone and I was deeply upset with the lack of fics for him so I had to take matters into my own hands while this godsend of an author writes my requests!!🥹 anyways, hope you enjoy!!

not my gif!!

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You knew it was stupid.

You knew you couldn’t have him.

You can’t love someone into loving you back. You knew it. He knew it. He knew it would never happen between you; he wanted it to. He did love you, too much, though.

This summer had to be your favorite on the Dutton Ranch. Favorite in Montana. Your favorite in the world, same thing. As long as Kayce was there, it was the perfect anything.

You had loved him your whole life. Ever since you were kids anything he would do would mesmerize you. His hair caught in the breeze when you’d chase him around the arena for tag, his smile when you’d tell the same joke he was tired of but laughed because he knew it meant something to you.

Somewhere along the way, you had fallen inlove. You always had been, but this time you actually knew what it was. You knew why. It was Kayce. Any woman would be a fool to not love everything about him.

But…

He had fallen inlove too.

“Oh my god! That’s not-“ You looked at the boy next to you, absolutely falling more inlove the more you looked. Having by far the funniest conversation all summer.

“Oh, please! That’s seriously what I told him!” He laughed, his body leaning on yours, his head halfway into your lap.

“Kayce, your such an idiot.” You looked down at him, his eyes already trained on you. Your chuckle had died in your throat as you saw the look in his eyes. He’s never looked at you like this before—you didn’t see the other times he had. Those moments were just for him.

Your hand landed on his forehead, sliding it back over the expanse of his scalp, his long hair following the pattern your hand tread on his head.

“Oh, yeah?” He said. His signature small smile already creasing the corners of his lips. “I’m okay with that. You still love me, though.”

You looked up at the sky, the stars illuminating your features, entrancing the teenager below you. He was looking at you as if you had hung them yourself. “The sky is beautiful tonight, Kayce. Don’t you think?” Your eyes following and connecting the dots in the sky as his eyes never once dared to move away from you.

“I do. She’s absolutely gorgeous.” In a quick second, he started to sit up, his absence from your lap, drawing your eyes down to him.

Your eyes caught his, as he immediately pulled you into a kiss. His hand on your cheek, your hand tipping his hat off his head, carding your fingers through the growing locks of golden brown locks.

This was just the start.

You knew now was different than when you both were just 16. You had spent two years with eachother, loving eachother. You didn’t think anything would tear you apart.

Kayce had started disobeying Mr. Dutton when you two had just turned 18. Something about them always butting heads and having different life plans. Kayce didn’t want this life, he wanted you, but not at the price John had been setting.

It was either you and the Ranch, or he’d be gone and forbidden to see you. You knew it was a crock of shit, John just trying to scare his son. And you had believed it. You should’ve known the youngest Dutton. Especially now that the behavior was super out of character.

You walked the rocky path up to the main house, on the Dutton Ranch, collecting the smallest size pebbles you could find to throw at Kayce’s window.

You approached the front of the house, stopping before the porch steps and launched pebble after pebble. You had gone through the whole collection and then some. He would come to the window by now, you thought.

He wasn’t asleep, his light was on. Then you heard yelling and screaming, crashing and smashing. You had saw a small glimpse of Kayce and John, and you had heard Lee, you think.

Then you heard nothing. Just saw John’s face in the window, looking down at you as he shut the blinds. You had started on your walk back home, worried sick, right down the road from the ranch before you heard the front door swing open, John dragging Kayce by the collar of his shirt.

They ended up behind the barn, you watching from a healthy distance to not be seen by Mr. Dutton, before you saw a burning orange ‘Y’ iron. The sound of burning flesh and muffled cries and screaming followed.

You obviously didn’t see Kayce that night but you had saw him two days after, breaking a horse.

You stood up on the bottom wood log of the arena with your arms draped over the top one. “Where have you been, baby?” Your boyfriend just looked up at you. A heartbreaking attempt at a smile casted over his beautiful face.

“Talk to me, Kayc. Is everything okay?” You knew it wasn’t. You knew what you saw, not expecting that from John.

“I’m fine, darlin.’ Don’t worry your pretty little head too much, yeah?” He looked back to the horse, grabbing the reigns and walking him through the exit of the arena, signaling you to follow him to the barn.

You didn’t want to pry, you knew he wasn’t okay but you’d let him tell you about it when he was ready. You knew Kayce would.

“Okay, handsome. You doin’ anythin’ later.” You tucked a small strand of hair behind his ear, fixing his hat that’s shifted.

“Nah, you wanna come over? Watch a movie?” He asked. You smiled at him and nodded your head. You leaned in for a kiss and turned your heel.

“I’ll see you later, cowboy.” You looked over your shoulder, Kayce eyes trailing up your body, his eyes eventually meeting yours. “You like what you see, Kayce?” You laughed as you were almost out of line of sight.

“Hell yeah, I do, baby.” His smirk as he watched you, slowly dissipating. He was dreading the moment he had to tell you. He had to do it soon, tomorrow.

That was yesterday.

Your movie had gone great but you should have known then there was problem. He seemed on edge that night, and his room seemed a little less lively since the last time you had been in there.

You walked up to the main house, opening the front door. John wasn’t home so Kayce said you could walk through the house and to his room.

That’s when you saw it. His shit packed and loaded into duffle bags. He packed his whole life away in bags. “What’s goin’ on Kayce? Why are you packing?” Your eyes wandered around the room. His dresser now vacant of any picture you two had, of him and Lee. His favorite picture of him and Beth now gone.

“Everything’s okay, baby. I promise.”

“Then why’s your shit all gone? Where are you going?” You couldn’t help the dampness growing in the corner of your eyes. The small quiver in your lip.

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry. It’s gonna be okay.” He cupped your face, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His eyes meeting yours, both damp and a little bloodshot like yours. “I just gotta go for a while, okay?”

“And your just gonna leave me here? Take me with you.” You pleaded. You didn’t think today of all days would start with Kayce Dutton possibly breaking up with you, and leaving you alone in this godforsaken state of Montana.

“I can’t, baby. Not where i’m goin’. Not this time.” He kissed your forehead and shifted his hands from your face to your waist.

“Kayce, where the hell are you going that you can’t take me with you? We haven’t separated since we were kids, why now?” You wiped the tears that fell from your eyes as you couldn’t dare tear them away from Kayce.

“I’m goin’ into the Navy. I don’t know when i’ll be back. But you have to listen to me-“

“The fuckin’ Navy!? Kayce are you serious!?” You yelled at him. He never once mentioned the Navy or any interest. It must’ve been John’s idea. They have been fighting more and more recently.

You thought it had been just father and son disagreements. But the thought should’ve clicked when the iron branded his son, your bestfriend, boyfriend, forever.

He belonged to his father. He had to do whatever he asked. It had to be John. You were pissed. “Was it John?” You whispered.

“No, sweetheart. It was me. I can’t take this ranch anymore, I feel trapped. All I do is eat, ranchwork, eat, ranchwork, sleep, repeat. I can’t do it anymore, baby. The Navy would atleast set me up with some cash so I could find a place of my own.” He sniffled as he held you, you stepping away from him to pace around the room.

It was his decision…he was leaving you.

He wiped his eyes, and in all the years that you had known Kayce Dutton and held him when he was sad, because he had done it for you, you haven’t seen him this torn up and emotional about something since his mother’s passing.

“But does that mean you can’t handle me anymore? I mean if your tired of the ranch, you must be tired of me, right?” You let a choked sob escape your lips. Stopping in your tracks, your legs feeling too wobbly to move another inch.

He immediately rushed to you, embracing you into the tightest hugs he’s possibly ever given you. “No, no, baby. That’s not it. I love you, with everythin’ in me, you know that. But-“

“But what? If your breaking up with me Kayce, don’t you dare think about saying goodbye as if we’ll never speak again. They’re always the hardest and i’m not doing that with you. I do not want to say goodbye to you. Ever.”

“Baby, you know I have to.” His big eyes even frowned with his face. The sad expression crushing you even more than humanly possible.

“No, you don’t! Why can’t you just love me from over there. It shouldn’t be any different, baby.” You grabbed his face. His eyes closing for a fleeting moment. Your cries getting harder and harder to bear quietly.

“Darlin’, I can’t ask you to wait for me in hopes i’ll make it home to you. I can’t ask that of you, and you know I can’t.” He inhaled a shaken breath, evident that this was hurting him as much as it was hurting you.

“Yes you can. You know that. I’d wait a million years and more for you, Kayce Dutton. I waited 16 years, didn’t I?” You laughed quietly, that didn’t hide the audible sob that also parted your lips.

“Godammit, sweetheart. I love you, nothin’ can change that. I’d die for you, i’d do anything for you, i’d go to the very ends of the earth for you, but please for the love of god; please stop making it harder to leave you than it already is.” Tears freely streamed down his face, him not bothering to wipe them away.

He was giving himself to you. All of him, and you couldn’t have asked for more from this man. He has always done this for you. He’s never hidden who he was, especially from you.

As you held his face, you sighed. His hand holding your hips, you could feel his fingers shaking on you. He didn’t want to go. If he was ever gonna leave he was damn sure gonna take you with him. This wasn’t how he wanted it to be.

“Kayce Dutton, I love you. More than you’ll ever know and i’ll spend my whole life showing you. I’d do anything for you, all you have to do is say what. Ask me to wait for you, and i’d wait for you.” As soon the words “ask me to wait” rolled off your lips, Kayce had his answer.

“Wait for me.”

You crashed your lips onto his, the kiss fast paced and full of emotion. The devotion his body poured unto you was otherworldly. You two stumbled back a bit from the force of the kiss. Your tongue meeting his in frantic greeting as you held onto him for dear life, and he held onto you like you were his lifeline.

As you both understood what this meant, what you two were signing up for, you knew now that there was no chance either one of you would be ripped away from the other. No fucken chance.

“I’ll wait for you. When you get back, i’ll be waiting here, you know exactly where to find me, cowboy.” You kissed his lips once again, and smiled, your arm around his shoulder and one hand on his face. His arms wrapped comepletely around your waist.

“I can’t wait, baby.” He kissed you once more and that was it.

You’d be here when he got back. He was going to come back to you. Whether he had to kill or crawl his way back to you, he was going to come home.

And you’d be right there, with open arms waiting. Just like you promised.

#tumblrpost #writers on tumblr #fluff #light angst #angst with a happy ending #kayce dutton yellowstone #kayce dutton x reader #kayce dutton #kayce dutton imagine #kayce dutton headcannon #yellowstone #yellowstone x reader #yellowstone x kayce dutton x reader #i love this man #i want him #i need him to ruin me #bye i love him #hot cowboy

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blossomthepinkbunny · 6 months ago

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I think it's so fucking funny that the newest episode literally had Blitzø ask Stolas why he is even "in love" with him and all that Stolas could come up with is that he wants -someone- to care. This relationship has been set up as the most tragic thing ever where Stolas just loves Blitzø so deeply and he just can't see it, but this episode just straight up confirms what a lot of people have complained about with the Stolitz relationship. They have no common ground, they don't know a lot about eachother, theres noting that Stolas specifically seeks, that he only finds in Blitzø. They make Blitzø feel so guilty for not reciprocating/understanding the feelings Stolas has, but these feelings are completely interchangeable. Another dude just shows up, asks Stolas to dance, he says yes and the next time they're dancing, having a good time and making out right away. How am I supposed to feel like Stolas isn't just using Blitzø and throwing him away after he got everything out of him, when directly after they had their falling out Stolas just immediately has a fling with another dude. And I wouldn't mind as much if they would just stop pretending that it's specifically Blitzø that Stolas needs. Stolas wants someone to care for him, after years of not receiving love. That doesn't mean that what he did to Blitzø was fine or that Blitzø owes him an apology. And that someone could be anyone. Maybe Stolas and this new guy will become a thing and Stolas will realize that he doesn't specifically want Blitzø and that he needs other relationship experience. From what we can assume though, Stolas will be with the other guy and then realize that he and Blitzø have something they could never have, whatever that may be.

#vivzepop critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #anti stolas #anti stolitz

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joszns · 1 year ago

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HIII JO!!

do u think you can write smth about like reader surprising ellie with a tattoo of ellies name on her thigh and then ellie goes absolutely ham wit it😋

HIII thank u sm for this request anon!!! it was fun to write :) dreaming about ellie fucking me silly all cuz of some ink in my skin…it does things fr.

warnings: cunnilingus (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), accidental sex tape kinda, reader takes a pic during sex

“ellie! ellie! babe, look!” you say excitedly, rushing inside your girlfriends room.

she smiles when she sees you, taking off her headphones and opening her arms for a hug.

“what is it baby?” ellie coos, welcoming you into her lap.

you grin mischievously and lift your skirt up, revealing a tattoo on your inner thigh. small and delicate, it reads: ‘ellie ❤︎’.

“do you like it? i got it done earlier, i’ve been dying to show you!”

ellie stares at the tattoo, feeling heat pool between her legs. her strong hands grip your thighs, causing you to jump a bit at the sudden pressure.

“it’s cute…” she says, staring at it.

“you hate it.” you pout, looking away.

“i love it. i love it so much.”

“prove it.” you say.

ellie brings your face to hers and kisses you deeply, pulling you into her by your jaw.

you moan into the kiss, arching forward as your tongues sloppily slide against eachother. her hands wander, dropping from your neck, then your chest, and finally your thighs. she caressed the area near the tattoo, gently rubbing her thumb over the ink. whimpering, you pull her impossibly closer and tug on her hair lightly.

ellie picks you up and walks to her bed, putting you down and immediately kissing down your body. she stops at your thighs, pulling up your skirt and kissing the skin around your tattoo while looking up at you.

“telling everyone you’re mine, hm? my name, on display..” ellie said, leaving a hickey on your thigh.

“yeah, love showin’ you off baby..” you sighed, spreading your legs open more as ellie’s mouth slowly inched upwards.

she breathed out over your cunt, making you shiver. you feel yourself throb expectantly, embarrassed at the fact ellie could see just how wet she made you.

“so pretty, my love..” ellie says, placing a soft kiss on your soaking clit. she looks up at you as she does this, watching your expression falter slightly.

she breathes you in one last time before pressing her tongue on you, slowly pulling the wet muscle through your sloppy folds.

“elie…” you whine, pushing your hips into her face. “stop teasing.”

she complied with your request, happily eating you like you were her last meal on death row.

you moaned, fingers tangling in her hair, hips bucking up into ellie’s smothered face. her expert lips clung to your clit, sucking softly as her tongue flicked the cherry bud. her right hand lingered by the tattoo, gripping and kneading the fat below it.

“so good baby, who’s pussy’s this?” ellie asked, her other hand moving up to slide one of her long fingers inside of you.

“yours baby fuck—s’yours, my pussy’s yours—” you cried, chest rapidly rising and falling with each shallow breath you took, orgasm nearing quickly.

“take a picture baby..so you always know who you belong to.” ellie commanded, watching herself slide another finger into your sloppy cunt.

you happily obliged, taking your phone as ellie continued to eat you out. you moaned, back arching.

struggling to keep your arms straight, you positioned the phone at a good angle and snapped a photo, accidentally starting a video as you fumbled with the device.

“ellie..fuck…don’t stop—god don’t stop!” you whimpered, the phone falling onto the mattress as you moaned your girlfriends name over and over.

her fingers were relentlessly perfect, arching and thrusting in just the right way ellie knew hit all the spots you loved the most.

“m’gunna cum! please-don’t—stooop!” you cried, extending your last word as you climaxed hard on ellie’s face and fingers.

ellie rode you through it, slowing her pace on licking and thrusting into you. aftershocks rolled through your body, causing you to twitch every now and then as she departed from your puffy clit with a ‘pop’ and retracted her fingers.

“you alright, baby?” she asked, getting up to grab a towel for her hands.

you stopped her, looking into her beautiful green eyes as you licked her hand clean. ellie swallowed hard, the feeling of your wet tongue dragging on her fingers creating new sensations.

“i’m so fucking glad i don’t gotta share you.”

#ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #ellie x you #tlou ellie x reader #tlou2 #ellie williams #Ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader

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mars-ipan · 3 months ago

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mars mars oh how i love u so.

popato and i came to this grand undeniable revelation (hc) that hajimes awakening that he was VERY MUCH A BOYKISSER (positive) was nagito leaning over him in the prologue of sdr2, and throughout the whole game he’s actually in bisexual denial, continues to be in bisexual denial and as soon as nagito comes out of the nwp coma hes mentally like “FUUUUCCCCKKKKKK.” and we talked and explained it to eachother way better in dms but i need your formal opinion NOW mars bcs i love ur hcs and think ab them always pls and ty <3

oh kelper oh kelper this is an incredible idea

you know the drill. big ass spoilery rant under the cut

considering hajime’s incredible levels of emotional obliviousness/repression i feel like his family never really talked about feelings much growing up. so he probably never really got much of an education on sex ed beyond like basic birds and bees stuff. he probably knows gay people exist and MAYBE knows about bisexuality, but he likes girls. he’s Normal. right

and then he passes out on the beach and there’s… a voice?? he opens his eyes. wavy-curly shoulder length hair…. long eyelashes that catch the light… pretty face… soft voice— and then he blinks the sun from his eyes and oh shit that’s a guy. that’s a Dude! not a pretty girl. um. okay. it’s fine. some guys look a little bit like girls and he was dazed so he got confused. it’s fine! it’s fine. ignore that he still feels kinda fuzzy around this guy.

speaking of which this guy is really nice actually :) he’s sweet. and yeah he teases hajime a bit but like he’s helpful, and he keeps hajime calm. yay!! hajime must just really want to be friends with him. yeah. he wants to get to know him a little better

and then komaeda turns out to be Fucked Up but hajime still… wants to get to know him better. he has an excuse to feel nervous around him now at least, but… the nervousness has this weird, buzzy undercurrent to it. he finds himself worrying about komaeda, left alone in the old building. he doesn’t like that he worries. when he goes to bring him food he’s so nervous, and seeing komaeda there, tied up on the ground, smiling up at him and joking and and asking him to hand-feed him— he has to get out of there, his heart feels like it’s gonna pound out of his chest. so he sets the food down and runs. he thinks about it that night (canon in the manga). that buzzy feeling comes back. he chalks it up to anxiety.

this continues throughout the game. when nagito’s sick hajime worries and worries and worries (and questions why he worries), and when he goes to see him after he’s recovered from his emergency state and nagito says that he can’t stand being around hajime, that hajime’s face is jeopardizing his recovery, two things combine in hajime’s brain. 1- his stupid idiot dumbass obliviousness. 2- his denial of his own feelings for nagito (thank you to one of my confessions blog anons (i wanna say it was hca but i do not remember) for presenting me with this idea). hajime falls for the liar disease because he Cannot Handle The Truth. he runs away and he has no time to process All That bc he immediately witnesses a murder afterwards

chapter 4. hajime continues to fear nagito and continues to crave his companionship. assuming he does his FTEs this is most likely the chapter in which the final FTE occurs. nagito shares his diagnosis, hajime is bewildered. he doesn’t know how to respond. nagito must trust him deeply to share that, but… he could die at any time? even if they survive the killing game? knowing his time with nagito is suddenly so fickle horrifies him. and then nagito says all he’s wanted is somebody’s love. hajime’s breath hitches— surely he doesn’t mean- he’s not- hajime likes girls, this doesn’t pertain to him, he—

nagito takes it all back. says he made it all up. hajime is hurt. how dare he pretend to trust hajime like that— even if he was originally telling the truth (hajime knows nagito’s a bad liar, and he knows which of his statements sounds more like a lie), the fact that he’d take it back shows him all he needs to know. nagito asks if hajime will kill him now. hajime asks his final question and turns to leave.

hajime hears the word “aishiteru,” even if nagito seems to change the subject of his sentence to hajime’s hope instead of him. or, in english, he hears the phrase “i am truly in love with the hope sleeping inside of you.” he hears nagito tell him not to forget this. he can’t do this. hajime walks away.

then, later, maybe even the next day, hajime is surprised to see nagito appear before him. but nagito just seems… bitter. nagito confirms all of hajime’s worst fears, then rubs as much salt in the wound as he can. it hurts, and of course it would, but hearing the words from nagito’s mouth, from the person who’s been praising him from the start, from the boy who woke him up on the beach… it fucking stings. so much so that not even chiaki’s kind words can cheer him up. before the class trial, nagito tells hajime “i know you don’t matter, so why do i still care about you?” hearing that makes it hurt worse, for some reason.

and then nagito dies. after one big grand show, he dies, and his death is gruesome and violent and filled with anger. whoever did this to him must have hated him. hajime can’t bear to stomach the thought that one of his friends would mutilate him like this. it breaks his heart when he realizes that anger came from nagito himself. he doesn’t know how to process nagito’s death, he’s too conflicted. thankfully, he isn’t given much time to.

when the survivors wake up from the neo world program, the first thing hajime does after getting his bearings is walk up to nagito’s pod and check on him. his vitals are normal, somehow, but he’s in a deep coma. hajime sits there for a while, slumped, processing what all he’s been through and what all he’s going to have to do. the other survivors are doing the same with their closest ones. souda walks up behind hajime and puts a hand on his shoulder, reaching out to comfort his best friend. hajime gives him a weak smile before looking back down into nagito’s pod. he sees the hand, turns back to souda, and tells him he has an idea for a project once they get the main island facilities up and running.

i’ve mentioned this before, but i think nagito was the last person to wake up by a long shot. like… it took him 6 months to a year post-nwp to wake up. he was in a DEEP fucking coma. in this time, hajime and souda work on their project— building nagito’s prosthetic arm. it won’t be perfect until they’re able to test it on him, but hajime wants to have it as close to done as possible— when nagito wakes up, he can surprise him with it. towards the beginning, souda jokes that he’s acting like a housewife waiting for her husband to return from war— hajime yells at him, but the joke sticks in his mind for some reason. hajime, with a brain now much older and smarter (and co-inhabited by a walking encyclopedia that likes to give him unsolicited advice), does some introspecting and some talking with friends and eventually realizes that Oh Yeah He Totally Is Bisexual And Has Feelings For Nagito Huh. Oh Fuck.

but it’s Fine. he can be Normal about this. nagito will never have to know because hajime is Normal and Respectful and he can be normal around the guy who looks a bit like a pretty girl. for now he’ll just focus on waking him up. return the favor, as it were.

eventually nagito wakes up, and hajime is Decidedly Not Normal but he’s trying his best. he’s trying SO hard in fact that he fails to notice that nagito, once he has recovered physically enough to properly communicate and mentally enough to want to communicate, is also being Decidedly Not Normal. they go on with their bullshit for a little while etc etc.

#ask #kelper #komahina #ultimate bore #<- i WOULD tag nagito too but this is primarily a hajimepost #this was half headcanon and half ‘mars plots out a fanfiction/analysis in her head’ but that’s oc <3

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rainofthetwilight · 10 months ago

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anyway guys can we talk about sora and arin's friendship for a quick sec :D

these two are literally the sweetest friends with the sweetest platonic love that I'm literally so normal about (not). guys you don't get it. they love eachother. so much. they canonically love eachother. they said that they love eachother twice in canon. do you. do you even get what that means.

"I love ya, Arin" AND "after loosing wyldfyre and riyu, I couldn't loose someone else I love"

DO YOU. DO YOU EVEN SEE THIS???????

these two have been with eachother since the very start. they are eachother's most important person, they have such undying love and support for eachother it's just AUHJFHHF 😭

and sora's like about finding family that actually love and support her for her she is...the ninja, wyldfyre and riyu, and arin, the one who had found her when she had been so lost. when she wanted nothing to do with her past, arin helped her start a new chapter of her life, they both did. they both helped eachother, understand eachother despite their differences

and not to mention when sora revealed her birthname, arin didn't even question it. he just didn't care. her name is sora, it has always been sora, and even after knowing her birthname he immediately accepts that.

at the end of the day, they're just two kids from different backgrounds that had met in hard circumstances, that's bond had bloomed into something wonderful, a friendship so powerful and strong, and I just think that's beautiful

I'm deeply sorry for being so insane abt them, anyway stay tuned for posts abt each of them soon 👍

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago sora #ninjago arin #levi's ted talks #levi's analysis #I'm so not normal abt them #ever since these two mfs appeared I was NOT normal at all #hcffhjfdhs your honor they got me in a chokehold #THEIR DYNAMIC IS EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED #I ACCIDENTLY WROTE USING INSTEAD OF LOOSING BTW OOPS...

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tiredmamaissy · 2 years ago

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Hiiiii - just wanted to say I love love love your writing 💗💗 and i have a req but idk if you’re still taking requests if you are yayy!! if not bloop 😪 Anyways you could make this multiple parts if you wanted to build on the storyline more but could you do a Neteyam or Aonung (I cant decide - both extremely beautiful in their own way) x reader. Maybe where Neteyam and y/n have always been close and like eachother but haven’t made it official or clear they want to be mates. All the other girls in the village desperately want Neteyam for themselves (obvi) and a few of them heavily flirt with him in which he is oblivious to making y/n jealous. So she plays hard to get and makes him jealous with Aonung or something. Idk but it can end in some FILTHY smut and then fluff 🤭🤭🤭 ok that’s my req. Thank you and keep up the amazing work!!!😁😁😁❤️

Eyes for You

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Neteyam Sully (20) x Metkayina reader y/n (19) x Ao’nung (20)

Warnings: nsfw, heavy smut, fluff, first-time, foreplay, oral sex, rut cycle, jealous/protective Neteyam, consent king neteyam, profanity Word count: 6.5k (sorry y’all, I have a problem with overwriting.)

Authors note: I tried to write this while I was experiencing some writers block + burn out, so this honestly isn’t my best work. Regardless, I hope this is okay, anon, and enjoy <3. Also, I’m feeling really inspired to write something that is unrequested. I’ll be temporarily closing my requests to that I can work through my list of requests thus far (even the ones sent in before this post went up), to the best of my abilities :)

Tags: @jakexneytiri (first part is the bow scene you requested)

Synopsis: You and Neteyam like each other but haven’t made it official. You’re promised to Ao’nung even though you don’t like him in that way. You see Neteyam with another girl, and flirt with Ao’nung to get back at him. Neteyam intervenes and makes you his.

Intro: There isn’t a single girl in the village of Awa’atlu that doesn’t have a strong liking towards Neteyam. This includes you. As soon as Neteyam approached the shore with his hands out in the air, he caught your eye. You came out from behind your promised mate, Ao’nung, and examined the na’vi thoroughly. His tail was thin, just like the rest of his body, and he had darker skin with golden eyes. It was a beautiful sight, and he seemed to think so too, as his face lit up immediately when he first laid eyes on you. Since then, you guys spend most of your time together, as you teach him and his siblings everything they need to know about the reef people. He has even been teaching you his ways too, riding his ikran and learning how to use a bow and arrow. In the silent moments where it’s just you two, the tension is unspoken, and off the charts.

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“Hold here, tighter.” He taps your elbow and repositions your grip on the taut string.

He’s so close behind you that you can feel his soft breaths on your shoulder. Each warm, pant that blows against your skin makes your bioluminescence glow, and your ears perk up. You simply can’t deny the way he makes you feel. You glance at him quickly, catching the sight of his serious gaze. You hold the string of the bow tighter and adjust your elbow.

“I can hear your heartbeat.” He whispers next to your ear. “Relax a bit, y/n.” He slides hand down the side of your waist, fixing your stance.

“Likewise.” You whisper back, hearing his heart thumping, too.

He leans into your shoulder, his braids barely brushing against your skin, and loosens your grip on your bow. How could you relax when he’s doing this to you? Does he even know what he’s doing? You turn to look at him, searching for any hint of innocence in his eyes.

He pulls back slightly, looking deeply into your eyes. “You know, it helps if you focus on the target, y/n.” he breathes, placing the tip of his index finger under your chin, using it to turn your head towards the target. It feels like your stomach is fluttering, all from his simple touch. You swallow your spit.

He must know what he’s doing, right?

You snap your head back to him, to see him smiling at you, glancing down at your lips. Those flutters in your stomach make their way up to your chest, quickening your heartbeat even more. His smile slowly disappears the more his heavy eyes stare at your lips, and you find yourself staring at his, too. Maybe it’s in your head, but it feels like the distance between you two is shrinking.

You feel his breath on your cheek now, causing your gaze to drop to your feet, and then shoot back up at the target. You clear your throat and reposition your arms. His hand lets go of your waist when he fixes his stance, slightly backing away from you.

He clears his throat, too. “Erm – good.” He looks at the target. “Now, release” he whispers, tapping his finger against your elbow again.

Your arrow completely misses the target. You laugh together, making eye contact again – only to drop your smiles when you feel the tension budding in the air.

“Good try, y/n.” he smiles again, brushing your upper back.

“Thanks, but I’m pretty sure we both saw it miss the target completely.” You laugh, covering your mouth.

He faces turns serious and takes your hand off your face. “You know I don’t like it when you cover your face when you laugh.” He says, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

You can’t help but smile and stare at him, feeling the warmth in your chest spread throughout your body. “We should go back before our parents get upset.” You whisper, focusing on his lips.

He focuses on your lips, too. “We should. Dad might actually skin me.”

You look down from his lips, landing your stare on his bare, muscular chest. “Well, mine’ll skin you, too if you don’t get me back before the eclipse.” You laugh, using your hands to nudge him towards his ikran.

Though his body moves, his eyes remain locked onto your face.

“...and so would Ao’nung.” You tease, knowing that he hates hearing the name.

He rolls his eyes and walks swiftly to his resting ikran. “Get on, mermaid.”

You giggle, grabbing his hand and hopping on his ikran, seating yourself in front of him. After bonding with his banshee, he takes off, soaring quickly through the air. It’s almost like what happened ten minutes ago happens all over again, with his loud, hot breath on your shoulders, and his hand brushing against your waist – holding onto his ikran.

His warm chest presses lightly against your back, as he steadies his ikran that makes a sharp turn towards the shore. Your heartbeat speeds up. It never used to feel this way – this intense. Sure, being close to him made you nervous, but never this nervous. The flutters in your stomach turn into knots, and it’s almost like he could sense it.

“You okay?” he asks quietly, leaning into your shoulder.

“Yeah. Why?” you ask breathlessly.

“Your heartbeat. It is fast again.” He states, sounding a little worried.

“Oh, that.” you gulp quietly, “I guess I’m just a little motion sick”. You lie, looking down at your hands gripping the seat beneath you.

Immediately the ikran slows down, stabilizing itself even more. His free hand slides over your waist, onto the flat of your belly, and pushes you back into him.

“I’m sorry. Just relax and breathe, you’ll feel better soon.” He whispers into your ear, brushing his cheek against your hair. “Close your eyes.”

You melt into him and allow your heavy eyes to rest. The rest of the flight home is silent and so, so comfortable, that you don’t even realize that you’ve fallen asleep. You wake up to the eclipse occurring, looking down at the glowing arms wrapped around your waist. Not only are you snuggled into his chest, but he is also leaning into you, too.

You take a sharp breath and sit up quickly, looking around you to see exactly where you are. You’ve landed in the sand, right outside of your marui pod. You turn around to see his glowing amber eyes watching you, with a serious expression on his face, as if he were trying to restrain himself in some way.

“Hi.” You smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Sorry I fell asleep; you should’ve woken me up.”

“I did not want to disturb you. You looked...” the corners of his lips slightly curl upwards, “comfortable.” He lies, realizing it would be creepy to say that ‘you look beautiful even when you’re sleeping’.

The sound of your father’s voice breaks the growing tension.

“Y/n. I told you to come back before eclipse!” Your father shoots Neteyam a deadly look, storming towards you. Just as you’re about to explain, Neteyam speaks up for you.

“We got here before eclipse, sir. She felt sick and fell asleep. I didn’t want to wake her. I take full responsibility. I’m sorry, sir.” He bows his head at the chief warrior.

Your father shakes his head and comes to help you down his ikran. He drags you back home and you look back at Neteyam, who is waving goodbye to you, pursing his lips.

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“You know I do not like you hanging out with that forest boy. You are promised to the son of Olo’eyktan, Ao’nung. Do not bring shame to this family.” Your father scolds you, resting his hand on your shoulder.

You shrug him off and walk away to the Marui pod. “You know I do not want Ao’nung, father. I don’t like him in that way.” You turn around, fuelled with anger. “Why must you force me?” you look at him through teary eyes.

“Not another word, daughter.” He says sternly, looking you directly in the eye.

You leave and go to bed, crying yourself to sleep.

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“This will be your second rut without a mate, Neteyam.” Neytiri states firmly. “Why must you refuse all the beautiful girls that offer themselves to you? I will not continue to see my son suffer.”

“Mother.” He looks at his feet. “I don’t want anyone but y/n. I thought I made this clear. I will continue to spend my ruts alone until she is ready.” Neteyam argues, shaking his head. “I don’t care how painful they become.”

“I will be speaking to your father about your betrothment with Tsireya.” She spits, getting up to find Jake.

“Mother! Please.” Neteyam snaps, standing up behind her.

“Agh!” she grabs at the air in front of his eyes, causing him to jerk his head back. “It is final.”

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You disconnect your queue from your ilu and make your way back to the shore. You enjoy your early morning swims, as the water is usually still warm by this time. You see Ao’nung standing at the shore, his hands crossed over his chest, peering at you through his brows (or what would be brows, lol). Ao’nung smirks as you walk on the shore in his direction.

He makes his way over to you, extending his hands outwards, as if he were asking for a hug. “My beautiful mate. I love watching you come out of the water.”

You look down at your feet as you walk past him, trying to avoid eye contact. “Thank you, Ao’nung, but we are not mated.” You mutter.

Ao’nung shouts after you as you walk away. “Agh. I know, I know. We will be soon, my love. No need to be so short with me!”

He knows that you don’t feel the same way about him, yet he continues his feeble attempts at winning your heart daily. Your heart has already chosen Neteyam, and has no space left for Ao’nung, no matter how handsome he may be. You walk up to the grassy part of the mangroves, lifting your head up to see a sight you wish you didn’t.

Neteyam is in front of you, leaning against the large roots of the mangroves, talking to Tsireya, the Olo’eyktan’s daughter. Her beauty is stunning – absolutely breath taking. You could see that he feels this way too just from the way he gazes down at her with the biggest smile on his face. She, too, is smiling with him, brushing against his bicep with her hand.

Jealousy consumes you. The feeling is like a spear to the heart – deep and painful. The pain radiates off your chest, up to your face, reddening it as your eyes sting, pooling with tears. You stand there, frozen in time, just taking in the sight before you. Neteyam laughs, and shakes his head, as if he were telling her ‘no’ to something.

He catches a glimpse of you in his peripheral vision, and does a double take, looking directly at you. When his gaze meets yours and he realizes that your eyes are glossy from tears, his smile falls off his face. You look away, and turn around quickly, hoping that he didn’t see your tearful eyes. You walk hastily back to Ao’nung, with the image of him laughing with the prettiest girl in the village replaying in your head.

“Hey, pretty.” Ao’nung says huskily.

You force a smile on your face. “Sorry if I came off as rude a while ago. I’m not feeling great.” You lie.

He takes a few steps towards you, with concern written all over his face. “What is wrong?”

You didn’t want to tell him the truth – that you were feeling jealous about his sister of all people. “I’m just sore. The water was rough this morning.” You look up at him, meeting his blue-eyed gaze, seeing that he looks worried. “It’s just my back. I’m alright. Really.” You smile at him, thanking him silently for being so concerned.

Unbeknownst to you, Neteyam had made his way over to you the moment he laid eyes on you. He stood at the grassy area by the mangroves, watching the interaction between you and your fated mate intently. Ao’nung inches closer to your face and rests his hand on your waist.

“Crying over a sore back? It must be bad.” He moves swiftly behind you. “You do know my mother is Tsahik, yes? She has taught me quite a bit.” He places his other hand on your upper back. “Where does it hurt the most?”

You feel uncomfortable with his touches and turn around to face him, pulling away from his advances. You see Neteyam in your peripheral vision, seething from jealousy and anger, watching the two of you closely. (side eye, lol)

Is he jealous?

The thought of you making him jealous, too, makes you feel better, as bad as it sounds. You work with the situation, flipping it to your advantage. You focus back on Ao’nung, and smile at him.

“Thank you, Ao’nung.” You rub his bicep, sending Neteyam over the edge. “But I’m really alright.”

Ao’nung arches a brow and looks down at your hand rubbing his bicep. He looks up back up at you and grins, wrapping his hand around your waist. “Took you long enough to come around, my mate.” He pulls you into him, leaning in, staring at your lips.

Its only now dawning on you what you just got yourself into. You feel uncomfortable – on edge. You feel like running away, but you’re frozen, watching him inch in closer to you. Neteyam watches you two get closer, feeling pangs of pain in his chest. He really didn’t think you would choose him, even if you guys were promised to each other. He always knew deep down that there was something between the two of you, it just wasn’t official.

But he couldn’t stop you. He would never come between you and what you want. All he can do is accept it for what it is, no matter how much anger he’s feeling. If you choose Ao’nung, then so be it. His only concern is your happiness, and for it to be your choice. He drops his gaze to his feet, not being able to stand the sight.

It feels wrong, very wrong. You didn’t want this. You didn’t want Ao’nung, you want Neteyam. You break eye contact with Ao’nung, and finally put your hands against his chest, pushing him away from you.

“Wait, Ao’nung. I’m sorry. I, I-” You stutter, turning your head to avoid his gaze and lips. “I’m still not ready, yet.” Neteyam hears this, and his ears perk up as his head snaps back to you.

“Don’t back out on me now, pretty girl.” He cups your cheek and pulls your face in his line of sight.

“Stop, Ao’nung.” You pull your face out of his hand and take a step back, as your eyes start to well up with tears again.

“Y/n. You are promised to me.” Ao’nung says sternly. “How long are you going to take? My rut is coming soon.” He pulls you back into him by your waist, causing you to fall into his chest.

Neteyam doesn’t waste another second and rushes in, braids swinging in his face, and pushes Ao’nung away from you. “You heard what she said.” He growls, towering over Ao’nung.

You hide behind Neteyam, backing away from them both. They’re face to face, staring each other down, waiting to see who will back down first.

Two sons of Olo’eyktan challenging one another? Over me?

“Leave Neteyam. This does not concern you.” Ao’nung looks him up and down.

“No. Back. Off. Now.” he steps towards him, poking Ao’nung’s chest with his finger.

Ao’nung scoffs, shaking his head. “She is promised to me.” He steps towards him. “Mine.”

You’d never seen Neteyam this angry before. You could see the rage in his body language, he looks like an akula (shark-like animal) ready to strike.

“She is promised to nobody. She chooses who she wants.” He snarls, flashing his fangs.

Ao’nung looks behind Neteyam, directly in your eyes. He squints them, looking from you, to Neteyam, realizing that you both have feelings for each other and the ‘choice’ he speaks of is between him and Neteyam. Ao’nungs face relaxes, knowing this will just end in a fight - a fight that makes no sense. He takes a step back putting his hands in the air.

“Smart choice.” Neteyam growls. He turns around to look at you, his eyes were a deep gold, something you’ve never seen before. He shakes his head, as if he were disappointed in you and grabs you by the hand, leading you towards a hidden cave deep in the roots of the mangroves.

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“What were you thinking?” He asks with his back turned to you, not being able to look you in the face.

“What were you thinking?” You shout back, still upset with him.

He turns around, walking towards you quickly, towering over you now. You look up at him, feeling small and feeble compared to his size.

“What? Don’t think I could’ve taken him?” he scoffs, shaking his head.

“I’m not talking about that, skxwang (idiot). I’m talking about you being all lovey-dovey with his sister.” You see his expression change; his gaze softens, and he pulls back. “Yeah, I saw you.” You cross your arms and turn around.

He laughs, loudly, finally understanding the entire situation. You’re both upset about the same thing.

“What’s so fucking funny?” you mumble, back still turned to him.

“We are upset about the same thing.” He slides his hand down your arm, and holds your hand, pulling you towards him.

You turn around, looking him in the eyes. “What?”

“You are jealous of Tsireya, and I am jealous of Ao’nung. What does that tell you?” he smiles, taking your other hand into his.

You roll your eyes and pull away from him. “I don’t even like Ao’nung, you know this. But Tsireya... She is the prettiest girl in the village, why wouldn’t you want her?”

“Y/n... That is not even true.” he scoffs, knowing you’re the most beautiful girl on pandora, “...and it is not what you think.” He grabs your hand again, pulling you into him. “Tsireya and I were just having a conversation.”

“Oh, yeah? A conversation... with her touching your arm like that? Come on.” You hit his hand away.

“Yes. We were making this stupid situation that we are in into a joke. My parents, they are trying to promise me to her, which is stupid because I already explained to them that I have eyes for someone else. And she – she even confessed to me that she has eyes for Lo’ak. It is really nothing like that.” He shakes his head, backing away to give you the space you want.

Your glossy eyes peer up at him, searching for the sincerity in his eyes. “Who?” you mutter.

He looks at you, confused. “Who?”

“Who do you have eyes for?” you ask, feeling the same stabbing feeling in your heart.

“Is it not obvious, y/n?” He whispers, stepping towards you. “I only have eyes for you.” he whispers, taking your hands into his.

Hearing these words make your heart flicker in your chest. You can’t help but smile, the swell of your cheeks finally pushing a tear out of your eye.

“I only have eyes for you, too.” You whisper, sliding your hands up his arms.

You knew your father would be upset if he found out what you were about to do, but you didn’t care. Neteyam didn’t care either, it’s time to break the unspoken tension between the two of you. Neteyam leans into you, his gaze fixed on your lips. You find your body responding to him, tilting your head upwards to meet the gaze of the man in front of you.

“Can I kiss you?” Neteyam asks, wrapping his hands around your waist.

“Please.” You breathe, before feeling his lips crash into yours, reeking of desperation.

He kisses you passionately, but in an inexperienced way. His hands are all over your body, trying to touch every inch of you. He backs you up against the rocky wall, and moves his feverish kisses down your neck, to your collarbones. Your hands make their way to his chest, where they slide down to his stomach, feeling every dip of his muscular physique.

“You are so beautiful, y/n.” He mumbles in between kisses, looking up at you with dark amber eyes.

You giggle, feeling shy from his comment. “Why are your eyes different?” you ask, trying to change the topic.

He kisses the bone between your breasts, inhaling your natural scent. “What do you mean?” he mumbles into your chest.

You feel your nipples harden, and shivers run down your back. “Your eyes, they are darker than usual.”

“Oh, sorry.” He pulls back, blinking rapidly, hoping they’ll change back to their original colour. “My rut is coming in a week.” He nestles back into your chest, lingering there, waiting for your consent.

The thought of him in rut, unable to control his insatiable urges, makes your undergarments wet. You nudge his head over to your left breast, while your free hand unties the knot of your top. Both your movements are hurried, eager for each other’s touches. He takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks on it rhythmically, blowing hot breaths through his nostrils onto your breast.

“Mmnh, feels so good.” You moan softly. He bites your nipple gently. “Neteyam!” You gasp, pulling his head even closer into you.

The sound of you moaning his name makes him impatient, sucking even harder at your nipple, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. His big golden eyes stare up at you, like you’re something to be devoured. He unlatches from your nipple and kisses you again, his tongue exploring your mouth and intertwining with your tongue.

He kneads your breast with one hand and uses the other to play with the strap of your loincloth. You could feel his burning desire for you in his movements; he’s ready to take you right here. He shoves his knee between your legs, applying pressure to your cunt. You moan into his mouth and can’t resist humping at his leg.

“Shit.” He groans, applying even more pressure for you to hump at. “I like when you use me like that.”

You laugh between heavy breaths, feeling your slick wet his thigh. He notices, too. “Fuck, you’re that wet already?” he breathes, smiling with raised brows.

He kisses you again, like he can’t get enough of your touch. He kicks your legs open and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his hips. He’s pinning you against the wall, pushing his pelvis into yours. You feel the imprint of his cock through his loincloth, pressing against your hot, wet slit. It feels so thick, and warm, bulging against you, throbbing for some attention.

The friction against your clit feels amazing, like the heat from your cunt is making its way through the rest of your body in waves. The pressure in your chest builds to the point where you must release it through loud moans, and pants. All you can do is bury your face into the crook of his neck while he pins you to the wall and bucks his hips into you.

“Neteyam... it’s so thick.” You whisper shyly, now smelling his musky scent. “...and you smell so good.”

Neteyam is too busy willing himself to be gentle with his thrusts to listen to what you’re saying. He wants to take you right here, right now – to shove his cock inside of you in one thrust and fuck you carelessly for even looking at Ao’nung.

“Why did you touch Ao’nung like that? You should only be touching me like that.” he thrusts hard against your cunt.

You can feel how stiff his cock is, rutting into your plump cunt like that, eager for some release.

“Yeah? And you should only be touching me like this.” You take his hand and press it firming against your breast.

He kneads your breast and kisses you roughly, breathing hard through his nose. All the tension that has been building since his arrival to your village is finally coming to a head. You grab his face and melt even further into his kiss, squeezing your legs that wrap around his hips, trying to push him harder against you.

He pulls away from the kiss, catching his breath. “Can I taste you here?” he pants, looking down at your sticky pelvises rubbing against each other.

“Ugh... yes, Nete.” You whimper, desperate for your mate’s touches.

He puts you down and starts kissing your neck, making his way down your chest once more. You will yourself to stand on your shaky legs, weak from holding onto him so tightly. He kisses your stomach, paying extra attention to your belly button with his tongue. The sensation is so erotic, feeling him inch his way down to your most vulnerable part. He’s breathing in deeply, trying to savour the scent of your cunt.

He kneels before you, looking up at you with big golden saucers for eyes, fiddling with the straps of your loincloth, asking you silently if he can take it off. You look down at him and nod your head, using your hand to try pull down your undergarments. As soon as he gets your consent, he buries his nose into your hips, and slides his fingers underneath the cloth, slowly pulling it down your legs.

He’s grunting into your soft flesh, kissing your thighs and your plump pussy lips. He gently opens your trembling legs, that struggle to remain standing, and looks up at you while he uses his tongue to part your lips. The flavour of your cunt is so sweet – so enticing, that he closes his eyes to fully immerse himself in the experience of eating you out, swallowing the slick that pools in his cheeks.

Although he is inexperienced, he follows his body’s commands, lapping at the sensitive nub at the top of your slit. He feels your body jolt from pleasure, telling him that he’s just found your sweet spot. He sucks lightly at your clit, opening his mouth and licking you from your hole up to your pearl, engulfing it with his hot mouth. He uses his thumbs to spread your pussy lips apart as he makes out with your cunt, looking back up at you.

The sensation is too good, you feel like your legs are going to give out any second. Your hips thrust into his face on their own, already chasing your orgasm. Covering your mouth with your hand, you stop yourself from letting loose the loud moans that make their way up your throat. Your free hand explores the wall you lean against, trying to find something to hold on to. Neteyam notices this and takes your hand, placing it on his head. You weave your fingers through his braids and hold on tightly, as he eats your cunt hungrily.

Not being able to hold back your moans anymore, you drop your hand from your mouth and place it on his head. You let your head dip back as you let loose lengthy mewls into the air as you experience your intense climax. You look down to see Neteyam touching himself, rubbing his bulge with his hand as he laps at your sopping cunt. You want nothing more than to share your next climax with him.

“Fuck... I wanna cum with you, ‘teyam.” You moan breathlessly, legs trembling uncontrollably as you try to push away his head.

He peers up at you, gulping your juices loudly before pulling away from your throbbing cunt. He stands quickly, meeting his lips with yours, having you taste your own cum. He kisses you frantically, still touching himself.

“Mine to touch.” You slap away his hand and grab his growing bulge.

He moans at your aggressive advances. You pull down his loincloth in a hurry, to hear the slap of his cock against his belly. You look down to see his monstrous cock, oozing beads of precum out of its pink, mushroom-like head. His slick is shiny, glistening in the light that reflects against the water outside of the cave. It looks so tempting.

“I want to taste you, too.” You announce, quickly dropping to your knees.

His warm, rock-hard cock brushes against your cheek. You take a deep breath and hold it to savour his musky scent. You release your hot breath through your nose, as you rub your closed mouth up and down against his shaft. The heat of your breath against his sensitive, throbbing cock sends his head back in frustration – he’s eager for you to take him in your mouth. You sense his desperation, and lick the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around his cockhead. He bucks his hips suddenly, sliding his cock over your closed eye.

You let out a breathy laugh. “Want to fuck my face that badly?” You lick his cock from the base of his shaft, back up to his tip and take him into your mouth.

His cock is so thick and girthy that it stings the corners of your mouth when he thrusts inside down your mouth. He’s pressing his hands firmly against the rocky wall behind you, trying to prevent himself from ramming his entire length down your slippery throat. You suck harshly, paying attention to his swollen cockhead as you bob your head up and down.

“F-fuck.” He groans, dropping his head, feeling overstimulated “I need to be inside you.” He grips you by the hair and pulls you off his cock, standing you up. He’s panting like a maniac, backing you up against wall yet again, kissing you hungrily.

“So, fuck me, Neteyam.” You grunt into his mouth, reaching down to stroke his swollen cock.

“Shit. Spread your legs for me.” He moans into your mouth between feverish kisses.

You obey him, opening your legs as wide as you can whilst standing up. His fingers rub against your slit, coating themselves with your glossy slick. You whine against his fingers, trying to grasp them with the walls of your cunt. He rams two fingers inside you, scissoring them to stretch your hole out enough for his cock.

“Nghh, Neteyam... make me yours.” You pant, trying to grind into his fingers. “Just put it in, already” you whine, trying to replace his fingers with his cock.

“Patience, my love.” He pants, trying to be gentle with you. “It is your first time, no? You must be stretched.” He hums, inserting his third digit inside of you.

You feel like you’re losing it, you just need his cock inside of you. “Please. I need this.” You beg, gripping his member.

His hand is pressing against the wall; his wrist brushing against your neck as he looks deeply into your eyes – forehead to forehead. He searches your eyes for your bluff, to be met with your serious glare. He’s so eager to fuck you that he can’t even hold himself back anymore to stretch you out properly.

“Fuck, y/n.” he exhales, moving his hand from your slit and turning you around, pressing you roughly against the wall.

Your tail sways wildly from side to side, tickling his throbbing cock, as you look behind you at your soon-to-be mate. You see him reach for his queue, running his hand along its length before bringing it forward. Knots form in your stomach knowing that he’s about to make the bond with you. He takes his hand off your head and reaches for your queue, bringing it towards his.

He pauses, waiting for your word – for your consent.

“Yes, Neteyam. Do it.” You say through shaky breaths, feeling your slick drip down your legs from the thought of him being all yours. You knew this would upset many people close to you, but you didn’t care.

He watches closely as your tendrils wrap around each other, morphing together to form a unified connection. Your eyes bulge and dilate as you both take a sharp breath, feeling your bodies and minds sync together. He looks down at you, and you look behind you to meet his gaze, knowing his every thought – knowing exactly how badly he wants you.

You’re panting at the mere thought of him ploughing into your cunt. He presses you against the wall with his body, pushing his bulge against your slit, coating it with your thick nectar. He leans into your ear, brushing his lips against it, just taking in the feeling of his mate. You feel him grip his cock and rub the tip against your hole. You feel his restraint – his struggle to fight the urge to bury himself inside you.

Please... hurry. You pant, pushing yourself back onto him.

Say the words, y/n. Use your voice.

“Fuck me.” You moan breathlessly, feeling his hot breath against the back of your neck. “Please.” you whisper.

“Good girl.” he smiles into your shoulder, lifting one of your legs up in the air, spreading you wide enough to accommodate him.

He slides the tip in slowly, giving you time to adjust to his thickness. It feels as if you’re overly full – stuffed to the brim with Neteyam’s huge cock, and it isn’t even half way in yet. You whimper loudly, from the mixture of pain and pleasure of taking something this massive inside of you. Neteyam cups your mouth with his hand, muffling your loud, lewd noises.

“Shhh... Mawey. You don’t want your father hearing us, do you?” he growls into your neck, slipping into his hazy fog of desperation. Your whimpers quiet down into soft mewls as your cunt stretches to the sheer girth of his cock. He praises you by planting soft wet kisses on the nape of your neck.

“That’s a good girl.” He groans into your neck, inhaling your natural scent. “You are taking me so well.” He looks down at the sight of his mate taking his cock for the first time, causing him to lose his control for a split second.

“Although, I would love to have Ao’nung hear this.” He rams his entire cock inside of your cunt in one swift thrust, getting the pain over with for you.

“Agh! Neteyam!” You yelp out a long, loud scream, feeling overstimulated from the mixture of sensations happening all at once.

Hearing his name roll of your tongue in such a lewd manner causes him to fall deeper into the haze he’s under. He’s breathing heavily into your shoulder, enduring the tightness of your cunt as it clenches around his entire length, willing himself not to pump in and out of you.

“Mmn’ you okay?” he mumbles, focusing on being as gentle as he possibly can with you.

“Sst. ‘ts too big, it stings, Nete!” you panic, frantically trying to accommodate to his size.

“Shh... I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses your neck while rubbing circles into your thighs, patiently waiting for you to get comfortable. “But you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this... wanting you.” he growls.

Flutters are felt in your stomach, yet again, making you want him even more. “Me too, Nete... I’ve wanted you from the moment I first lay eyes on you.” You say between shaky breaths. “You can move now.” You moan, feeling more pleasure than pain as you back yourself up on him.

Those were the only words he needed to hear. He begins thrusting into you with no rhythm, grinding his cockhead against the hole of your cervix. He moves his hand in front of your body, tracing the dips of your stomach as he makes his way down to your swollen clit. He rubs circles into your wet pearl as he ruts relentlessly into you.

“Oh, good Eywa. Neteyam!” a new sensation washes over you as he fucks right into your sweet spot.

“Fuck. You’re so... *thrust* fucking small... *thrust* so tiny... *thrust* and tight.” he grunts into your ear, rolling your clit between his fingers. “Shit. You’re just sucking me in.”

He’s pounding into you at this point, unable to restrain himself from his territorial urges, fuelled by the jealousy of seeing Ao’nung touch you in that way. You could feel that his climax is near, as yours is nearing too. Your leg is shaking, about to give out at any moment. He takes notice of this, and lifts your other leg, causing you to slump back into him as he fucks you suspended in the air.

He weaves his arms under your knees and around the back of your head, spreading your legs as wide as they can possibly go. He is pounding into you so hard that you can feel his balls slap against your sore clit. His movements become erratic, like he’s going to cum inside of you any second. The heat is overwhelming, like you’re about to implode from the sheer force of his thrusts.

“Fuck! ‘m gonna cum!” you cry, finally feeling the burning sensation in your chest shoot down into your pelvis. Your walls clench tightly around his cock, on the verge of pulsating.

“Oh – oh fuck.” He huffs, quickly climbing to his peak. “Moan my name. Tell me who you are really promised to.” he groans, licking the dip of your shoulder.

“Ngh... Ne-neteyam! I’m promised to you! Oh – I’m cumming!” your cunt throbs quickly as you cum to the sound of his sweaty skin slapping against yours, burying his pulsating cock deep into your cunt.

“Gooood girl. Cum all over my cock” he grunts into your ear, cumming inside of you. “Ughh... fuck.” he groans, looking down at his cock spurting its thick, heavy ropes of cum into your cunt.

He rests his head into your shoulder, desperately trying to calm down from his high. He’s panting hot breathes onto your clammy skin, already being consumed by his urges yet again. He uncontrollably bucks his hips into you, as you feel his low mewls vibrate into your shoulder. He’s whimpering from the overstimulation of his body rutting into you after just cumming.

“Y/n. You need to go.” He growls, suddenly pulling out of you and releasing your legs – causing you to fall to your knees, breaking tsaheylu. You turn your head around and look up at Neteyam to be met with reptilian-like, green eyes, peering down at you.

“Neteyam?” you pant breathlessly, already knowing what’s happening.

Your mate just went into rut.

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A Ghost Of A Man (PART SIX)

Summary: The reader has to make an important decision, will she listen to the old lady's words and follow through on the mysterious way to save Tommy's life?

Warnings: Language, supernatural themes

" I hate him" were the first words that came out of your mouth as you stood outside the old lady's door, unspent tears filling your eyes.

"Oh my dear, come on, come on in" she said knowing you could only be talking about one man." Sit down my lovely, I will make you some tea" she said as she guided you to a small sofa in front of a burning fire.

Sitting down on her floral cushions you looked into the crackling flames, your hands now slowly warming up from the heat of the orange glow.

" Did you walk here?" The old lady said as she sat down next to you handing you a cup of warm tea.

" I missed my bus" you said tearfully, as you took the hot porcelain cup from her. Tea you thought to yourself, the go to remedy for all British emotional ailments, offered immediately when one is in turmoil, it's effectiveness completely useless on you, if only she had something stronger.

" What happened dear?"

" I don't know" you answered, still confused about the nights events. " I went back to the abandoned offices.. I've been visiting Tommy almost everyday ever since, everything had been going fine until tonight" you added as you started to brush away the tears." He was in a mood not long after I got there. Then I told him I had found some information that could help him for when he goes back. And that's when everything changed. He got so angry" you tearfully said as you rubbed one of your sore arms.

" He hurt you?" She asked watching you soothe yourself.

" He was furious with me... I, I don't think he realised how hard he was grabbing my arms" you replied unknowingly defending his actions.

A look of surprise flashed across the elderly ladies face only to be quickly replaced by one of fury, she was deeply angered by Tommy's actions.

" I am so sorry dear, I never thought he would... she said unable to finish her sentence as she let out a defeated sigh. " You have grown close to eachother?" She asked as she took your hand in hers.

" We have...well I mean, I thought we had" you said as you felt comforted by her gentle touch. " I wanted to help him, he took it so wrong. He said that I didn't want him to come back, but that's not true... I don't want him to go" you said completely breaking down, your emotions overtaking you. Sighing the elderly lady held your hand tighter.

" Tommy is a difficult man to deal with at the best of times" she said as she looked out the window into the night sky. " I'm not defending his behaviour dear, but there could be reason why he acted the way he did tonight" she added as she motioned at you to look out the window. "A full moon lights up the sky" she said as she watched you look out the window, confusion on your face as you tried to figure out what she was referring too"

" A full moon?" You questioned not understanding the correlation.

" We are closely connected to the lunar cycle" she said "Spirits even more. During a full moon emotions, feelings, dreams are all amplified. It's powerful in gypsy magic" she added as her aging finger pointed out the window. "The veil between our world and the spirit world is thinner, it leaves room for us to practice the unknown"

" His emotions and feelings. Feelings about what?" You asked naively.

" About you" she said with a smile.

" That man has no feelings" you said defiantly as you took a sip of tea, swallowing it harshly. Darting your eyes across the room you attempted to avoid her stare as she continued to smile at you. She knew you shared those same feelings that had begun to develope in Tommy, whether you had realised it yourself yet, she did not know.

" He will be going back tonight " she said as she looked back at the window patting your hand then letting go as she held onto her necklace." Would you still help him, if you could?" she asked as she stood up and walked over to the old cupboard picking up a black and white photo of a young girl.

" It's too late" you said as you watched her brush her fingers over the picture.

" What if I told you, you could go back?"

" I don't understand" you said as you furrowed your brow.

" Do you remember the first time you was here, I asked if you believed?" She questioned you as she placed the photo frame back down.

" Yes" you quietly responded.

" And now you do?" She asked turning to face you. You shifted in your seat nodding. You did believe, how could you not anymore.

" We are gypsy, Tommy goes back through the use of gypsy magic. You could too? She said sitting back down next to you.

" Go back where?" You asked, feeling increasingly baffled.

" Back to him. Back to 1922?"

A small laugh escaped your lips " What?" You scoffed in confusion as you stood up from the sofa " Look, the realm maybe thin and easily manipulated for him, but I'm not a gypsy, I'm not dead!" you said crossing your arms looking bewildered. Ghosts, spirits the supernatural you had begun to believe, but time travel... this was starting to get ridiculous.

" Gypsy or not, it does not matter. You are connected to him, your souls intertwined. Both drawn to eachother through time and space, don't you feel it...he does" she said standing up as she urgently tried to get to you.

" Look, this has been interesting. Thank you for the tea and for the welcome but I should really get going" you said sighing with laughter, tired having had enough of the disastrous day. " Connected, intertwined" you mumbled under your breath as you walked to the front entrance.

" That gold pocket watch in your coat pocket, connects you" she said reaching her hand out to you just as you went to open her front door. Turning around your eyes widened as you put your hand into your coat pocket, swallowing harshly as you grabbed hold of the small watch. " You need to go back to him Y/N, your running out of time" she said pressingly in fear that you would walk out the door.

" H..how, do you know i have his watch, how do you know my name?" you stuttered out. Walking to you she cupped your face in her hands.

" I have known you my whole life" she said as tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

" Who are you? " You said as you narrowed your eyes. Smiling she let go of your cheeks.

"You don't have much time left Y/N, you need to help him, Tommy needs you. If you don't go to him everythi..." she said panicking, unable to finish her sentence, as she started to lose her balance. Alarmed you quickly held her up, and walked her to the round table in the middle of the room. You held her hand watching the worry in her eyes as she quietly wept. Her words were urgent, like her whole life her whole being depended on it. You felt so sorry for the frail elderly lady that sat before you, her state of distress evidently your fault.

It was morning when you eventually stepped out the old lady's home. You ended up falling asleep on her sofa. You insisted on staying, you was worried about her, worried she would have another dizzy spell. You felt unbelievably guilty that you had been the one to cause her to feel so much distress. She told you what to do the words to say, you politely nodded reassuring her that it was ok, and to not worry. But you could tell she was scared, scared you wouldn't listen to her that you didn't believe her, she repeated the instructions to you over and over again until they were engraved into your memory, insisting that you only had until sunset, the veil being at its thinnest until darkness covered the sky once more.

Walking away from the old ladies house you felt dazed, you didn't know where to go or what to do. If she was right if you could go back to help, did you even want to? He frightened you last night more than he ever had, what had gone so wrong? Walking along the roads you found yourself heading back into town, all of a sudden you recognised where you was. Turning the corner you looked up at the old abandoned offices, you was back. What if she was wrong, what if he was still there, you felt an unbearable urge to find out. Slipping through the fences you apprehensively opened the large wooden door. Taking a deep breath you started walking up the stairs.

" Tommy" you called out as you walked into the empty room. " Tommy!" You called out once again. No response. You nervously walked over to his office, opening the door you frantically scanned the room. His leather chair empty, the smell of tobacco and whiskey no longer filled the voided space, the chilling coldness in the air absent. He was gone. For a moment you just stood there as you looked out the window, your eyes filling with tears as you pulled at your coat sleeves trying to comfort yourself. You may have entered his world and turned it upside down, but he had done just the same to you. Sunlight filled the room as you leaned against the wall, you watched as dust particles floated through the rays of light. Looking down at the old wooden desk something caught your eye as it shined in the glistening sunlight. Walking closer you recognised it immediately. Laying delicately on the old wood was your gold locket. Gasping, you picked it up, tightening your grip around it. He had left it, left it there for you. As tears rolled down your cheeks you opened your hand and looked down at the delicate little locket nestled in your palm, in that moment it felt like time had stopped, your thoughts forever turning like the dials of a clock, until, all of a sudden your feet acting faster than your brain had you walking rapidly to the stairs and out the building. You didn't know if what the old lady said was going to work, you didn't even know if it was true, but you had nothing to lose, you was going to try to go back, back to 1922, back to Tommy.

You figured you had everything you needed already with you, so, you made your way to the location the elderly lady told you to go. Walking along the street you caught your reflection in a window and stopped. You may have looked ok for 2023 but you hardly looked like someone from a hundred years ago. Turning around you headed straight into Birmingham city center. You needed to find an outfit that would not have you sticking out like a sore thumb in Small Heath 1922. With that in mind you made your way to a charity shop in hope to find something more appropriate to wear. You didn't have time to waste so you quickly searched through a rack of clothes. You pulled out a long cotton maroon skirt. You was in luck because the next hanger had its matching jacket. You had a white embroidered blouse at home that you could wear underneath, one less thing for you to worry about. Deciding to forgo a hat, all you needed now was a pair of boots and a bag. After paying, you rushed to an antique shop you often visited in your free time. Heading to the back where they stocked all items of clothing, you browsed through box after box of shoes. Finally, you fell upon a pair of black boots that laced up at the front, one size to small it was going to be an uncomfortable squeeze but you didn't have any other option, picking them up you walked over to the bags. One caught your eye straight away. It was beautiful, dark red with embroidered black flowers, a silver link chain finishing it off. Not even looking at the price you picked it up and made your way to the front desk. Just as you did you walked past a small bag of money, opening it up you realised it was a bag of king George shillings, today's money would be useless in the 1920s, so with that in mind you picked it up and added it to the pile of items already in your arm. Antiques are expensive and you waited patiently cringing internally as the shop worker totaled everything up for you. After paying, you walked out the shop door groaning at the extortionate price you had just paid for three items, you begrudgingly dragged yourself to the bus stop to make your way back home.

Sheepishly walking into your living room you expected to see your friend, but she wasn't there. She must have stayed over a Uni friends house for the night. You felt so guilty that you hadn't texted or called her last night to tell her you wouldn't make it. Pulling out a piece of paper and pen from the kitchen draw you started to write her a note, telling her how sorry you was, and that you would be going away for a while to clear your head. You couldn't exactly tell her your real plan, she would think you had truly lost it. Folding it in half you placed it on the kitchen table as you made your way to your bedroom to get ready. You left your black tights on from the night before and pulled on a white slip that you had found in your cupboard draw. While putting the rest of your clothes on you caught a glimpse of one of your arms. Tommy's red hand print visible on your pale delicate skin, a grim reminder of the night before, sighing you sat down to put your boots on. Not knowing what to do with your hair and now regretting not buying a hat you opened up your vanity draw and pulled out a black ribbon, tying half your hair up with it. Gingerly you walked over to your mirror. " My god, I look like my Nan" you said as you stared wide-eyed at your reflection. Turning around you picked up the small embroidered hand bag and placed the bag of shillings, your gold locket, Tommy's watch and the paper of information on Campbell inside. Walking over to the front door you stopped half-way. " Fuck, I can't go out looking like this" you said aloud running back to your room to throw your long black coat on.

In the bus on your way back to Small Heath, your worries were consuming you. What if this didn't work? What if it did work and Tommy pushed you away again? You had left on such a bad note, what if he was still angry with you? You swallowed sharply as your interlocked your sweaty hands, all of a sudden you had the urge to get off the bus and run back home, your nerves starting to get the better of you, but it was too late.

"Small heath" the conductor called out, startling you. After a few minutes you made your way to the front of the bus.

" Goodbye " you said as you stepped of the bus looking back at him like he was the last person you would see from the modern world ever again. Frowning at the odd girl now standing outside his bus, the conductor closed the doors and drove off, as you made your way down the street.

The roads were quiet this side of Small Heath, turning the corner you saw the panel for where you needed to be. " Small Heath Cemetery". Fitting, you thought when the elderly lady first told you your destination, you couldn't help but think you was going to your death. Her reasoning was, it was the quietest place in town, you didn't want to end up appearing in someone's front room all of a sudden while they were having their dinner. Walking up the hill you slowly opened the rusty metal gate as you then made your way up the the graveled path. You looked up at the graying sky above you, the swaying leafless branches creaking in the wind set your senses alive as you listened intently. Stopping you started to feel sick, something didn't feel right, you felt like someone was watching you. Glancing around at the eerie setting, you watched as dried leaves tumbled along the ground, slowly coming together in a heap alongside a large gray tombstone. All of a sudden the metal gate swung open crashing against the fence next to it, startling you. Turning around you expected to see someone there, but the path was empty. A large gust of wind then passed through you, pushing you forward further up to the top of the cemetery..." Go child" you heard a woman whisper in your ear in a voice you did not recognise, you spun around panicked, something was here. Stumbling you walked forward, clutching your coat around you as heat rose in your fearful face. You came to a stop as you took out Tommy's pocket watch from your bag. A chill encircled you, someone was walking around you observing your every move, waiting for you to take the next step. With shaking hands you took off your long black coat and placed it behind an old wooden bench. Holding Tommy's watch in your hand you tried to turn the small knob, but your uncontrollable shivering was making the task impossible, that was until you felt a cold pressure over your thumb, you watched on in astonishment, as the dials under the glass turned the time to 19h22, what was happening?, was it Tommy?...it couldn't be, it was a woman's voice you heard. You tried to remember the words the old lady told you, but your fear and nerves of whatever was beside you was making you uneasy. "Take me there to where I wish..." you heard the gentle voice whisper once again. Snapping your heard up to nothing you started to panic, was your mind playing tricks on you in your altered state of fear? Swallowing harshly you closed your eyes and thought of Tommy, in a shaky voice you said the words,

"Take me there to where I wish, I give my hand, I won't resist.

Withhold my soul and deliver me forth, to a time from once before.

Now heed these words, and hear me clear, send me back to whom i hold so dear"

A flash of light appeared in front of your eyes. A woman was standing before you, her dark curled hair pinned up away from her face, a fur coat covering her shoulders. Your eyes focused in as you started to make out her features, before you could move closer she reached out her hand and pushed you backwards onto the grass...

" Go to him "

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lucystark12 · 4 months ago

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how will, mike, and vecna's arcs chase eachother around the show

to begin

byler: the early ages (predating the show and season 1)

our very first real interaction between mike and will speaks directly to my theory of the genius of the friends to lovers trope. the very first time we see them talk it's will confessing something to mike that neither of their other two friends wanted to. it's different. there is immediately something different about will's relationship with mike compared to the other kids. call this will's honesty, but the one thing us bylers have going for us is that will is very much canonically in love with mike. this is them showing us clearly that SOMETHING. IS. DIFFERENT. i would not go so far as to say that will is in love with mike or vice versa this far back because they're literally twelve, however, that 'something different' that's seemingly been there for a very long time is important and needs to be noted. we don't know what's different, they don't know what's different, but they don't feel the same way towards each other as they do towards their other friends. this much is obvious

(flickergate mentioned!! 🔥🗣🗣🔥🔥)

now we've got our search for will. mike is totally champoining it. of course dustin and lucas are incredibly invested, but mike is our leader here. once again, this could just speak to his personality, but i think not! mike's level of investment in finding will safely causes him to act against the caring and nurturing nature of his personality which we see in the way he lashes out at el when the body is found.

to be totally real with you, i don't remember nearly as much about the first season as i do the other three and also believe that since will is missing for most of it there isn't quite as much to go off of. so now i'm going to move on to season two.

byler: season 2

once again in season two we see mike being the one who's most protective and most conscious of will and his wellbeing. i will reiterate- for both of them at this point i think this still feels like they are just two people with a deep connection. as they are literally thirteen, i don't think either of them understand the depths of what love really means.

but uh oh... here comes the paradigm shift for will...

we ALL know what i'm talking about here.

in this scene, mike is able to break will out of the weird trance thing with his monolouge, which for anybody who has forgotten, reads as such:

"Do you remember the first day that we met? It was…It was the first day of kindergarten. I knew nobody. I had no friends and… I just felt so alone and so scared, but… I saw you on the swings and you were alone, too. You were just swinging by yourself. And I just walked up to you and… I asked. I asked if you wanted to be my friend. And you said yes. You said yes. It was the best thing I’ve ever done."

initially, i thought this monologue was just super sweet, but the implications actually run a lot deeper than this scene just being some kind of masked love confession. what are those implications?

vecna has will in a trance during this scene. vecna is the same monster who you only have a chance of surviving if something is tying you to the real world.

we see this with max and music, with el and the mike monologue.

the difference is, neither of those work because neither thing is strong enough.

what is strong enough to break will out of a vecna trance though is mike's honest, hearfelt words.

vecna is a monster who feeds on people who fundamentally don't have enough love in their life. this is why he chooses will in the first place. henry creel was a deeply troubled child who didn't have any kind of love in his life, leaving him susceptible to become vecna when taken to the upside down. will on the other hand comes from an abusive home and is bullied in school. this seems like the perfect target for somebody feeding off people lacking that kind of support in their lives. only vecna gets it wrong, because will does have that unwavering, devoted, love in his life. that is mike.

mike who refuses to give up on him even after his body is found. mike who waits with him in the hospital for days. mike who was always the first to make sure he's okay.

the hospital scene opens will's eyes to this, which is why i'm calling this the unitalized "oh" in your "oh... oh" moment. this is will realizing there's something deeper. this is his first inclination.

byler: season 3

throughout the course of early season 3 or during the gap between seasons is when i like to believe will was starting to realize what that "something deeper" for mike was. although i think objectively season four is the most important byler season to date, i think season three is when it really solidifies itself into the brains of our characters that they are in fact in love with each other.

the first scene i want to focus on when discussing season three is the infamous rain fight, in which i believe will has already realized his feelings for mike.

in my eyes, mike wasn't actively trying to be like "it's not my fault that you're gay"- i do think that he meant to say "it's not my fault you don't like girls yet" but that with the erasure of that word, the initial meaning and what mike meant to say left with it. they both know how his words sound and the implication of what they must mean.

i mean, look at will's face. this isn't even the best screenshot of it, and you can still tell how the words struck a deeper meaning in him.

his initial reaction after the fight to go and tear down castle byers also helps us a lot with the narrative and even relates back to vecna.

jonothan and will build castle byers as a save haven to escape from lonnie and his abuse. lonnie's abuse is what directly relates will to henry and his cause. by tearing down castle byers, will is actively destroying his safe haven as a way to cope with the person who showed him the vecna-defeating love not loving him the same way anymore. even though mike apologizes, they don't have a real concrete conclusion that solidifies for will that mike cares about him in the same way that he once did. they do have something though-

the moving scene. mike's paradigm shift.

when mike and el talk in this scene their conversation begins with el confronting mike with the thing that scares him- the falsehood of his love for her. mike spends the beginning of this scene playing coy, trying his hardest not to play into what she's saying until she has to be upfront about it. when they kiss, mike thinks- something is off. i can't reciprocate her feelings.

you can see it when his eyes are open, you can hear it when he pretends not to know what shes talking about. mike is uncomfortable with the notion of being in a relationship with el because he knows it's not something he will ever realistically be able to have. not really.

then in his conversation with will, we get more resolution to their fight from earlier, a real and honest conversation. i can't remember which happens first, but both make sense.

if the el conversation happens first:

mike talking to will shows his comfort level with will over el and how inevitably he will always be able to be himself with him.

if the conversation with el happens first, this goofy little face is his "oh...oh" moment in a "this feels different in a good way sense.

if the will conversation with el happens first:

mike's hostility towards el shows how negatively he sees her after being with somebody that he truly does love

if the conversation with will happens first, this is the "oh... oh" moment.

either way, this is when mike realizes that he has feelings for will that are entirely different than the platonic ones he feels for el. this is him realizing that there's a difference between strong platonic adoration and real romantic love.

to further back myself up on this being the moment™️ for him, this is him immediately after.

this is the face of a boy who has just had his entire world rattled, the face of somebody who has just realized that he is in fact gay and in love with his best friend, and that he will never feel the same way for el (or any other girl) that he does for will.

boom, mike drop (haha)

byler: between season 3 and 4

since vecna is watching at all times, he's starting to pick up on this and realize that the all encompassing love that will needs to break free from vecna's grasps is becoming more imminent by the second. so naturally he starts to fuck with things.

first and foremost, mike not being able to call, therefore severing ties between him and will, was orchestrated by vecna. vecna can manipulate time, making it entirely feasible that will never got mike's calls to begin with.

now i bring u... lettergate!!

even though churchgate is my favorite gate, i fully believe that lettergate is real. it is absolutely canon to me. it makes perfect sense. the only other way for the two of them to communicate is via letters, and since will has been waiting for mike to reach out to him, the power is in mike's hands. however, like the writer he is, mike is really shitty at writing letters, so one never gets sent, leading to further miscommunication and cause for vecna to make will believe that he isn't loved.

byler: season 4

the first byler scene we talk about from season four is almost an extension of the in between season stuff. this scene is the airport scene, where mike's fully fledged feelings for will prevent him from hugging him back out of fear of it making things awkward, leading will to believe, once again, that mike doesn't care about him.

similarly to how mike and will make up and then get interfered with by vecna at the end of season four and the gap before season four, the two fight and then make up the next morning, making for relatively smooth sailing between the two for the rest of the roadtrip. until mike decides to confide in will, that is.

mike's intention in that scene was to get out that he thinks his charade is failing without actually outright stating that he thinks his beard isn't convincing enough. he remarks about how he doesn't think el will need him anymore just like how he needs el to cover up who he truly is.

so then will shows him the painting. confesses his love for him behind a mask, leading mike to believe that there is still a way his relationship with el could work out. he doesn't want it to, he needs it to. we know this already.

but here vecna comes, this time inadvertently. in order to thwart vecna's plans, mike is forced to give this false love confession to el (which, by the way, doesn't work). making vecna at fault for will's newfound feelings of less love from mike. will is convinced that mike is far gone, which is why vecna is able to slip into will's head once again.

vecna is back and is ready to use will for his grander purpose of making him into a mini vecna after orchestrating the greatest use of the miscommunication trope of all time. he has successfully convinced will that mike doesn't love him, which will make him an easy pawn.

so where does this leave us?

with the end all be all answer to what will happen come season five. will will need to be broken out of vecna's possession to save the world from power too strong for el to dream of taking on- double vecnas. we've seen it with will before, and we will see it again, mike's love for him will be the only thing capable of breaking him free from vecna. mike's character arc of self loathing and insecurity will culminate with him realizing how he feels about will, will's character arc of exploited insecurity will end with him getting the one thing he wants, and vecna, in his last moments, will be made to believe in the central theme of the show, that love triumphs hate.

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