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teeramoonlover · 1 year ago

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Knock, Knock

Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader x Stu Macher

(NSFW)

This is my first time writing oneshot, let alone smut. English is not my first language so bear with me.

Warning: Reader is a Virgin, Cussing, alot of cursing, knife play, mask kink, bondage, fingering, cunnilingus, deep throat, anal, threesome, and double penetration.

*Bold - Voice modulator, Italic - inner voice

“Hello?”

“Hello.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. You didn't recognize this deep voice talking to you.

“Who’s this?” Instead of hanging up, your gut feeling tells you to continue the conversation with this stranger. Maybe you’ll get something out of it.

“You don’t need to know about me. I just want to talk to you.”

“Now why should I do that? Stranger danger. Didn’t your parents teach you that?” You saunter around the kitchen counter and stare at the sets of kitchen knives. You pull out a cleaver and wait for them to reply.

The stranger chuckled, amused with your response.

“Just want to call you so I get to know you better.”

You poked your tongue inside your cheek. You put the knife back in its place, humming to yourself.

“Alright, Mr Stranger. You got my attention and I'm bored as hell. Shoot your million dollar question.” You leaned your back on the counter, hand in pocket while another's still holding the phone.

“Tell me, do you like scary movies?”

“Uhh, yeah.”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Does The Addams Family count? 1991 is the best.” You shrugged, checking your nails. The voice grumbled, annoyed with your movie choice.

“That’s not even a scary movie. And it’s a kid show.”

“Excuse me, that movie is my fave and you don’t get to judge my beloved Morticia Addams just because I watch a ‘kid show’. Besides, that movie is still considered horror okay. Take examples like Tim Burton’s production. Even though most of his movies are suitable for children, he still wants to insert horror elements so they could find comfort and won’t make them feel scared anymore. You should try Nightmare before Christmas or maybe Edward Scissorhand for starters.” you jested.

“Not my kind of style. Edward is weird as fuck.”

“Oh now you’re crossing the line Mr. Nobody. Fun fact for you, Johnny Deep with or without heavy makeup is hot as fuck. Hell, if there’s any Johnny copycat out there, I’ll ride his dick straight away.” you mused. The audacity of this guy.

The stranger hummed.

Is it creepy that I can see him smiling through the phone?

“You should be careful what you wish for. It might come true.”

“Then, Amen for that. I ain’t regret what I said so if you have a problem with it, you jerked your tiny dick somewhere else.”

He chuckled darkly.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?”

"What if I have one? Or maybe a girlfriend? What ya gonna do about it?” You rolled your eyes.

The phone went dead silent until a deep growl came out on the line. His voice changed to menacing.

“You don’t have a boyfriend. You’re not even lesbian.”

“Slow down tiger. I can change my preference wherever I want. Anyway, congratulations! You’re successful become from a total stranger to a fucking creep. Now no more games with me. What do you want?” You huffed, getting annoyed and a little creep out with his manic voice.

“Oh baby, you think this is a game? I’ll play a real game for ya. Knock, Knock.”

You yelped when you heard someone banging on your front door.

Shit. Wrong move.

You pull out a metal bat under the counter like you knew this would gonna happen and check around, especially every closed door inside the house. You already watched too many horror movies with Randy that you even know where the killer always comes out from.

“I ask you want more time. What the hell do you want from me?”

“You wanna know, you have to play the game with me.”

You jumped when you heard another banging. And this time, at your backyard.

“Knock. Knock.”

You gulped and took a glimpse at your back. As you saw nobody's there, you pressed your back on the wall and focused on the front door.

“Who’s there?”

You make sure all the doors and windows are already locked as your father went out training with his buddies. He says he will be coming home late.

Double. Shit.

“Johnny.”

You innerly scoffed. Oh he likes this game too much.

“Johnny where?”

“Clever girl. Guess.”

You rushed to the front door and took a look outside from the window. No one was there. You blurted out the answer.

“The backyard.”

“Wrong.”

You shrieked as the sound of a crash came out from the living room. You ran there to see a big gape hole at your now shattered window. You scanned the whole room. Only one wooden chair and shattered glass all over the floor.

He couldn’t make it inside that fast. You raised the phone as you heard his voice.

“I give you a second chance. Knock, knock.”

“Oh fuck you with your knock knock shit game! What do you want from me?!”

“I want you…to ride me.”

You inhaled sharply at his answer as you turned around with a bat raised in front of you.

“You’re messing with the wrong person here.” You spitted. He chuckled mockingly, amazed that you still have a bit of spite even though you know you're about to lose the game.

“You should be asking where I am, (Y/N).” He enunciated your name deeply.

Sweat trickle down your temple as you took a step back one at the time. This stranger knowing your name just shot up your nerve haywire.

“Where the fuck are you shithead.”

“Behind you.”

You turned around and hit the phone right to the side of his face.

His Ghostface leather mask to be exact.

He covered his head from the hit with his gloved hand and you took that opportunity to bash his head with your metal bat. He doubles in pain as you hit his back with more force and knocks his feet to the floor. He lay on his back, gripping his back painfully as you stepped on his body.

“Now let’s see who's behind the mask.”

Before you could bend down to grab his mask, the air got knocked out from you as someone rammed from your side. Your head got slam on the floor hard followed by a body that stumbled right above you.

There’s two of them?!

You tried to pry him off from you but it was no use. You could see from your blurred vision that two masked men were now crowded right in front of you.

The first guy above your head took both of your hands and held them tight, giving out a painful moan from you, while the other one sat on top of your low waist between his thighs, securing your legs from moving.

You tried to trash your body only to feel a sharp knife under your throat. You looked up to see the second guy shaking his head.

A warning.

“Looks like you lost the game.” Second ghostface seems satisfied seeing you beneath him. The knife in his hand trailed lower and lower to your neck. You could feel a prick of pain as the knife cut deep at your collarbone.

“Losers need to pay the price.” The first ghostface giggled, bringing out a rope from his black robe and tied your hand above your head.

“Two against one? Really fair, does it?” You gritted your teeth. Even though you’re already at their mercy, your mouth still runs like a goddamn sailor.

“Didn’t know this should be a fair game.” Second ghostface shrugged, still lingering his knife around your neck area.

“So what? You gonna kill me?”

“Careful, you shouldn’t challenge a killer with a knife. Now you said it, that does sound tempting.” The killer dragged down his knife to your waist. The cold of his blade sent chills down your spine as it put pressure on your stomach, emphasizing his words.

You gulped as you eyed the two ghostface. The one that sat on top of you seems like a person you don’t want to mess with. The way his voice held authority, meaning if he wants to kill you, he’ll make sure you’re good as dead. Even though he’s wearing a mask, you could feel his hot gaze on your throat to your collarbone that already bleed out from the small cut. His gloved hand reached out, smearing your oozing blood with his thumb. He loves it, you can tell.

Another one above your head, however he's a different kind of persona. He seems to like goofing around and having fun stabbing his victim. More sadistic, more of an unhinged bastard. If he takes his mask off, you bet he'll be that funny, easy going guy. His head tilted to the side, staring at your body in awe. Like you'll become his biggest meal tonight.

"But since you beat my friend here, I'll give you a chance. If you want to live, you need to do something for me." He hinted at the end of his sentence. The first Ghostface started to laugh hysterically.

Somehow you know what he meant, knowing what they're gonna do to you.

"What do you mean?" You shuddered.

In a split second, he pulled your body and switched position, making you on top of him. You could feel the bulge between your legs as his hands gripped your waist.

"You know what I meant."

Your whole body shivered in fear and excitement. You don’t know why your body react that way. Fear, yes but also excites you?

You already soaked in your panties, though it was the adrenaline of the chase.

You subtly rubbed yourself on his groin. He sighed in content as you kept rubbing his hard on.

“That’s it, babe.” His breath ragged as both his hands moved your hips and pressed deeper to his crotch. His hips thrust to your core, making you let out a soft moan.

You feel someone's hand held the back of your head, turning you to meet the first Ghostface. His gloves were already gone from both hands, as he’s working on to half-done his zipper jeans.

“Open your mouth, kitten." He slipped his thumb, pressing your lips to open. He inserted two fingers in and out as you swirl your tongue around his fingers. They were so long that you gagged as it reached at the back of your throat. When he pulled out his fingers, a string of saliva coated them.

“I’ve never done this before.” Your face was red, embarrassing to admit that you never had sex before.

“We know you’re a virgin.” He whispered. His thumb stroking your lower lip, his mask titled to the side.

“Don't worry about that. We promise to make you feel good, m'okay?" The Ghostface under you sat up, his hand tugged teasingly at your waistband while the other one caressed your cheek. His deep voice is surprisingly tender, luring you in like a moth to his flame.

Without thinking, you nodded at his words.

Beneath those masks, their smirk grew wider, finally getting you hooked with them.

"Lift your hips for me, baby."

He tore his gloves from his hands and guided your hips upward. As you stand on your knees, he tugged down your shorts and panties in one go. You gasped at how rough, desperate he wanted to strip you naked.

He took out his knife and started to rip them in half. You shiver from the cold as your clothes discard aside.

A pair of hands from behind reach out to your breast and fondle them. You whimpered as he pulled and squeezed your nipples. Another hand slipped to your wet cunt, thumb circling your clit.

"Gosh, your pussy is so wet for us. We're just getting started." He mused. Slowly, he inserted two fingers inside you, thumb still rubbing your clit. You shuddered, your back laid on someone's chest, who still continued grasping your breast.

"Look at you, seeking pleasure from two psychotic serial killers. Ain't ya a dirty little slut." The one from behind cackled in manic, enjoying seeing you completely vulnerable for him.

You subconsciously ride your hips with his fingers inside you, reaching your high. Your tied arms pressed in front of his chest as his friend from behind starts to dry hump your ass. You could imagine how big their dicks are, one pressing from the back while the other one underneath your pussy, still finger fuck you.

As if they knew you're about to come, he pulled out his fingers. You let out a small whine, feeling the loss of your pussy to be filled. He dip his finger beneath his mask, groaning in pleasure as he tasted your juices with a mix of blood.

Your hair got clutched from behind and dived you to his tent. When he pulled down his boxer, you were awestruck at how thick and veiny his hard rod is. He tapped his dick on your mouth, precum smeared at your lower lips.

"Like what you see?" He chuckled, seeing you looking at his cock like that got him more turned on.

You flustered, eyeing the two black holes resemble eyes staring at you, silently to gain his permission. He nodded, pushing his tip further into your lips.

You subtly open your mouth, licking his precum and heard his deep groan in return. This made you sucked and licked his tip and moved your hand up and down his length.

He tilted his head back. Though you couldn't see with his mask on, a sense of pride grew in you, pleased to see him feel that way.

"You're sure this is your first time? Fuck, this feels amazing." He bucked his hips in your mouth.

"Open your mouth wide open, tongue down. I'm a deep throat till you swallow all of my cum." You do as he said. He thrust his dick deep in your throat, making you gagged but you held it in.

He fucked your mouth relentless, both his hands keeping you in place. Tears pooling down your face as saliva spilling from your mouth until your nose touches his pelvis. You tapped his thigh, coughing up when he pulled out his dick from your swollen lips.

You're too focused on the man in front of you, that your ass was raised in the air and gasped as you felt a tongue licking at your entrance.

"Damn I can eat this pussy all day." He growled from behind, licking and biting your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his tongue does wonders to you.

You gagged as he pounds in and out of your mouth, while from behind a tongue lick deep in your entrance. His nose teasing your clit, earning you a moan vibrating through the dick in your mouth. Both of them release low moans, reaching their high.

You tap his thigh, pull you away from his dick as you feel a knot in your stomach.

"I-I some-something d-down there." You cried out, feel his friend's wet tongue thrust in and out of your cunt. You gasped from sensation, as he's licked your rim hole.

"Then cum all over his mouth, princess. Let him taste every drop." He strokes his dick as you stick your tongue out to his tip. You feel your release as the man behind lapping your juices clean.

"God, she tastes so good. I wanna fuck her wet cunt till she's scream."

The killer in front of you didn't say a word, staring at his friend

"You can't have her. She beat you up, remember?"

"The fuck that's supposed to mean? We won, she lost."

"Correction, you get beat to a pulp and I'm the one stopping it. So, I get the prize and you just, I don't know. Enjoy the show?"

"I'm already hard and you’re telling me just to watch you all over her? Hell no man!"

They way they're talking about you like you aren't there bothers you, but at the same time kind of hot.

You could tell his friend was frustrated, agitated while him with you on his lap stroking his tip to your folds. You whimpered as he nudged his face mask closer to your neck. You could feel his wet tongue licking and sucking at the cut he gave you.

Deep down you know your choice terrifies you but you don't want his friend left behind.

"There's two holes for a reason, ya know." You mumbled low, but somehow both killers caught on to what you said. They both were stunned. Not long after, the one you sit on his lap snickered darkly.

"You're one dirty little virgin. Didn't know you're into that." He gripped your hips closer to his already hard crotch. You blushed at his indication.

Truth is, you stumbled upon a porn magazine from Stu's wardrobe, asking you for his sweatpants as he was in the bathroom. Curiosity kills you when you open the magazine, the page showed a blond woman penetrated by two men, dick in her cunt while another in her ass.

The image haunted you yet deep down you want to know how it feels like, to get banged by two. As you stare at her lustful face, you jump when you hear Billy's voice from outside Stu's room. So, you threw away the magazine and hastily grabbed his shorts. When Billy enters the room, he stares at you intensely. He always does every time you're in his sight. He raised an eyebrow as you gave the shorts, muttered, "Give it to Stu, he wants it." and you made a mad dash out of his room.

You know for the fact that the chances you're getting DP is slim to none. But seeing as of now, your fuzzy brain was like why not.

"You're an angel, you know that? That's why you're perfect for us." The frustrated Ghostface was now like he's in cloud nine when you told him that, hugging you from behind.

"You're meant for us, (Y/N). Remember that." The one with you on his lap was now laying down on the floor, bringing you with him so that your pussy was placed right on his outstretched cock. As his tip penetrated your entrance, you whimpered as the slight discomfort got you. As your tied arms gripped the black cloth of his front, his hand teasing your clit, trying to distract you from the pain.

As he is completely inside you, the discomfort was replaced slowly with pleasure, fullness from his thick length. His sighed in relief, loving his dick snug deep in your pussy like a vice.

"Fuck you're so tight, baby." He rasped as he helped adjust his length inside you. When he felt you ready, he slowly thrust in and out of you, making you moan.

"You like that? You like riding this cock?" His slow thrust became erratic as he rammed your throbbing cunt. Your mouth gaped open, couldn't reform words when he hit you at the right spot.

"Y-yes, right there. Shit! You're so big." You uttered breathlessly, bouncing his dick as he thrust deeper in you.

As you ride him, you feel another one trying to penetrate your asshole. You jumped at the sudden intrusion, stopping you as he continued to push in, hissing at your shoulder.

"S-shit! My cock gonna cut in half if you keep squeezing me like that." He buried his face on your neck as he roughly thrust you in one go, making you scream.

"M'sorry babe. Can't help it."

You try to glare at his face, or more precisely his mask. You could imagine his stupid grin, staring at you adoringly.

This is too much. For you, a virgin and never been fuck let alone anal, this is a lot to take in. You could feel their dicks stretched inside every hole of you down there. You try adjusting to this new stimulation. They’re both moving in sync, in and out of you, feeling both of their dicks rubbing your wall one at the time. It makes you see stars as they fasten their phase.

Skin slapping filled the room, with your moan and their groan in a mix.

“Fuck fuck fuck I’mma cum!” You feel his hand gripping your hips as his thrust turns sloppy. Your body started to shake as the one beneath encircled his arms around you, keeping you close to his chest as he slammed you hard on your g-spot.

You nearly scream from pleasure as orgasm washed over you, followed by the one behind, pumping his seed into your throbbing asshole. Your pussy tightens is all it needs from the one beneath you to paint his cum on your walls.

He gave his one hard, second thrust at your asshole then pulled out his softened cock. The way he stared at his cum spilling from your ass stirred something inside him.

His fingers subconsciously slipped his overflow cum inside your hole. For some reason, he doesn’t want a single drop of his seed leaking out of you.

You take a deep inhale as your eyes flutter close, trying to calm from your euphoric state. You could hear his heartbeat thumping as your head laid on his chest, with him too catching his breath.

The only thing you remember is feeling a peck on your forehead and a kiss from your nape, with a deep raspy voice you manage to hear before exhaustion overtook your body.

“That’s my good girl.”

After you pass out…

“Man, that’s the best thing happen in my life!” Stu sighed, satisfied as he pulled off his Ghostface mask and slipped in his now soft dick in his pants. He looked over at his friend who was still lying on the ground with their favorite girl on top of him.

“You're lucky I came up with this plan. Knew it our girl had same fantasies like us.” He grinned, smiling like an idiot, while Billy too slowly took off the mask.

“If you didn’t pull out that porn magazine, she wouldn’t even think about it, genius.” He murmured as he stroked your arm. He sighed in relief with his eyes closed, hearing your soft snores calmed him.

Maybe they could pay you another visit, and it will be on nice bed this time.

And sure as hell he'll make sure of that.

#billy loomis #stu macher #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #ghostface x reader #poly ghostface x reader #billy loomis x reader x stu macher #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #scream 1996 #scream fanfic

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propertyofkylar · 9 days ago

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kinktober day 23: clothed sex (f!sydney x gn!pc)

word count: 1107

tags/warnings: no sex/gender mentioned for reader, in public, cunnilingus through layers, chastity belt, pure sydney

note: ok if you're keeping track you will notice that this wasn't actually a prompt on my original list. however i didn't like the day 23 prompt actually and i was possessed by lesbianism again and couldn't move on from sydney. so even tho reader is gn just know in my heart i meant this to be yuri

It was early enough that the library was nearly empty, a handful of eager students perusing the shelves but mostly, it was just you and Sydney.

You leaned against her counter and watched her scribble notes as the two of you chatted away. You let out a giggle as she stifled a yawn behind her hand. She was too cute.

Having recently confessed your feelings for each other, your relationship was still quite new and full of excitement. Every time you saw your sweet girlfriend, you were overwhelmed with the urge to shower her with kisses and affection.

Right now was one of those moments. You shuffled slightly closer to her and leaned your forehead down on her shoulder. “Mmph,” you said, which realistically was about as much as you could come up with when you were around Sydney.

“Hm?” You could sense the smile in Sydney’s voice, and she pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “You’re tired, too? It’s okay. I’m sure the day will go by faster than you expect.”

“Yeah,” you responded, taking a moment to breathe in. Sydney smelled clean and soft. It was, unfortunately, rather arousing to you. You placed a hand on her thigh, fingers lightly tracing random patterns on her exposed skin.

“Oh,” Sydney exhaled. “Mm. That feels nice.” She tilted her head and you felt her warm cheek press against your scalp.

She was so adorable, it made you grin. But her proximity and her skin started affecting you in other ways, especially with the soft, sweet noises that were leaving her mouth.

Bracing your hands on her thighs, you knelt down in front of her, your body going underneath the counter. Sydney sat up, suddenly more awake. “What…what are you doing?”

You smiled up at her, resting your chin on her knees. “I wanna make you feel good,” your fingers danced across her skin again.

Sydney flushed, frowning slightly. The two of you had indulged in some…sinful behavior before, but your girlfriend was still slightly apprehensive. “But there’s other people here!”

“Not too many!” You pouted. “And you can be quiet. Come on. Please? Won’t you let me do this?”

Her face was bright red, but she was clearly hesitating. You kept looking at her with your most innocent expression until she relented. “…fine.”

With a grin, you spread her legs, flipping her skirt up. Her once-pristine white panties (which were so adorable) were marked by a damp spot on the front.

“Cute,” you mumbled before pressing your nose to where Sydney’s clit would be, underneath the panties and chastity belt. She let out a sharp gasp as you did so, looking down at you disapprovingly. You smiled back up at her sheepishly and licked a stripe across the front of her underwear.

Instantly, Sydney’s hands went to your hair. “F-feels good,” she breathed out.

You giggled against the wet fabric, sending vibrations through Sydney’s cunt. The feeling made her whimper, and the sound went directly to your own core.

But right now was all about Sydney. You licked her damp spot repeatedly, relishing the taste of her despite the layers that separated your mouth from her pussy. When you glanced up at her, you were pleased to see that Sydney’s eyes were squeezed shut and her hand was covering her mouth.

Truly, she made it all too easy. It was so simple to push Sydney to the brink by teasing her. As you continued to lap up the fluids that soaked through her underwear, you couldn’t help but wonder how it would taste coming straight from the source. Maybe after you had drawn a few orgasms out of her, she would be amenable to discussing getting rid of that damned belt.

Now you were getting distracted. You shook your head and doubled down, focusing your tongue where her hole should be and grinding her clit with the heel of your hand. The soft gasps coming through her fingers let you know that was a good move.

The sound of footsteps suddenly was very close, and Sydney froze. But you didn’t let up, keeping a steady pace. Sydney shot you a glare, but didn’t ask you to stop, so you kept going. And the footsteps passed. You looked up at Sydney again and laughed at her sulky expression.

“That could have been dangerous! We could have been caught!” Sydney pouted.

You smiled back at her. “Okay, but people do worse things all around the school, like, all the time. And we didn’t get caught, did we?”

Sydney hesitated, then sighed. “No…”

You nodded, vindicated. “Okay. And do you want me to stop?”

Another hesitation as a blush spread across Sydney’s face. “...no,” she said quietly.

“Good girl,” you said, and took a moment to savor Sydney's shocked, cute reaction before diving back in. With that distraction, you had to work double time to get her back to where she was before. Thankfully, it wasn’t long before she was squirming in her chair, biting her lip hard to hold in her moans.

“It feels so good,” Sydney mumbled, threading her fingers through your hair. She was polite enough not to tug, choosing to just hold onto you.

Within a few minutes, her wiggling got more frequent, and while she wasn’t pulling your hair, she was certainly holding on very tightly. “O-oh,” she gasped. “I feel…funny…”

You were relentless, licking her wet underwear like you were wandering the desert with nothing to drink for days, grinding your hand in hopes that it would do something. Suddenly, Sydney let out a sharp - and surprisingly loud - gasp, and her panties got even wetter than before.

Feeling smug, you pulled away, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs before leaning your chin on her knees again. Sydney covered her face with her hands, unable to look you in the eye. She was always like this after.

You stood up, needing to stretch your legs anyway, and gently pulled her hands from her face, kissing her wrists. Sydney tried to look away still but failed, giving you a sheepish look. “...thank you,” she said after a few moments.

Instead of replying, you peppered her face with kisses, which helped knock the last bits of shame out of her. “Did it feel good?”

Sydney nodded, clearly wanting to say more but needed to build up the strength first. “I think…I think it might feel better…” she fiddled with her fingers awkwardly. “Maybe it would feel better without the belt?”

Internally, you were over the moon, but tried to keep calm, instead pressing another kiss to her warm cheek. “It definitely would.”

#degrees of lewdity #dol #dol sydney #sydney the faithful #dol sydney x reader #dolgl #kinktober #writing #two syd in a row i know i know #but i was seized by demons (being gay)#they wouldnt leave me alone til i wrote syd yuri #idk im in my sydney era rn #i love her so much #anyway #enjoy

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pragmatic-and-eepy · 6 months ago

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the true defining difference between eddsworld and ellsworld is:

tomtord hates each other, but tamtori is in hot lesbian sex with each other can i get an amen

#eddsworld #ellsworld #ew tord #ew tom #ew tori #ew tamara #tomtord #tamtori

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orobaxis · 2 years ago

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i see you with him slow dancing

summary: when jakesully arrives to your clan, you start to think your feelings for neytiri are more than they appear

neytiri x f!reader, maybe slight jake x f!reader and jake sully x f!reader x neytiri

~2k words; italics are flashbacks

(lesbian longing stare)

next part (1.5)

she looks so happy. you are quiet as you observe her, your best friend and almost sister, neytiri. you have known each other since you were children, playing in the hometree and begging older na’vi to take you both to see the ikrans. she was so shy back then, her smiles were so reserved. the same smile can be seen on her face at this moment, a little more confident, and her eyes shine like the stars in the skies.

has she ever smiled like that to you?

the new na’vi, jakesully whispers something in her ear and neytiri’s smile widens into a grin and she laughs. you want to go closer, to see that grin and experience her laugh and make sure it consumes you, but you also want to leave and run away, in case you ever get tempted.

at first, you thought you were angry because jakesully was taking her time away from you. she would usually finish her hunt and unceremoniously drop it in front of you with a proud smile on her face, laughing when you would gasp at the size of the hunt. when you grew a little older, you realized that you did not want to become a warrior and wanted to train with the tsahik and sylwanin. neytiri was sad about this at first. “but…but we promised to get our ikrans together!” she told you. eventually, she let it go, perhaps after seeing you enjoy your training and after hearing her mother and sister say that if you were mo’at’s daughter, you would have become tsahik.

neytiri playfully slaps jakesully’s chest, still laughing. he’s laughing too, his hand catching her hand on his chest. you take a deep breath and turn away.

has neytiri ever looked at you the way she is looking at jakesully? you try to remember, but it’s hard. you are happy to sift through so many memories, thank eywa for all these memories, of you two giggling when you were children, and some raucous laughter that made your stomach hurt. the only times you shed happy tears were with her, laughing until you couldn't breathe, gasping for air only to laugh again, even louder the next time. of course, you’d made neytiri laugh—it’s what best friends do. but the look she’s giving him seems so…different. almost private and reserved only for him. you almost feel bad for watching them.

you remember being more amenable to jakesully learning the ways of the omatikaya than neytiri. she was so annoyed back then that she was tasked of being his mentor. “why can’t you do it?” she complained at you, “you are clearly a better teacher. more patient!”

you had laughed at her. “and what will i teach him? how to read eywa’s will and care to the ails of our people? train him to be our tsahik?” you snickered at the sour look on her face at the thought.

“bah!” she hissed, “i would rather be listening to you boring talk about your herbs and eywa’s will than train this skxwang!”

“neytiri!” you placed your hands on your heart in mock offense, “my boring talk?!”

your friend rolled her eyes and smiled at you, but immediately hissed in faux annoyance when you threw some dried herbs and peels of fruit at her. “y/n!”

jakesully was learning quickly. that was what neytiri told you last, many eclipses ago, you could barely remember. he had been taking too much of her time that she barely had the time to stop by your usual spot in the hometree and listen to you dawdle about your day. she usually got home and rested. no fresh hunt, no stories, no jokes, no neytiri. at first, you were annoyed, thinking, “aht, that jakesully is stealing my best friend! and i am all alone now!”

and you would have told neytiri this, it was at the tip of your tongue, but,

“neytiri, about jakesully—“ you closed your mouth as you watched her divert her look away, almost looking flushed under the bright glow of the night. she wore a shy smile on her face. “yes, jake,” the way she said his name was so…affectionate…you feel your body freezing, tongue tied, “he is a good warrior. strong heart. handsome.”

the envy you felt for jakesully at that statement became more malicious, bad, and something eywa would not be happy about. you did not like to carry these heavy feelings in your heart, you do not want these spiteful thoughts.

“something is weighing your heart, y/n. eywa has sensed it, as have i.”

the tsahik, mo’at, was a kind and devoted teacher to you. even with the loss of sylwanin, she never turned down your questions and desire to learn more from her. “your connection to eywa is profound, dear child. i could not ask her for anyone better to take sylwanin’s place,” she had told you.

so it was not hard for you to bare your emotions to her, to eywa, in hopes that your mind and heart would be purged of sinister thoughts of jakesully.

“i do not understand my feelings, tsahik,” you told her, “i have always felt my heart is full when i am with this person, yet a darkness comes into my soul when they are taken away from me. not unwillingly. my heart now grows louder whenever they are near. i feel…” you slowed down, trying to keep your breathing steady as you felt your throat tighten and tears starting to form, “…envious when they are taken away from me. resentful that they do not look at me that way they look at another.”

mo’at was silent for a moment, eyeing you without judgment, trying to understand your thoughts. then, you felt her hands on your shoulders. firm hands that had supported your clan, your passion for healing and eywa, and your feelings. “dear y/n, those feelings are jealousy, and it is time to come to terms with it. that the feelings you have for the na’vi exceeds familial bonds.” you briefly wondered if mo’at knew that you were talking about her daughter, but she never mentioned anything. “eywa says that your affections may be deeper than you believe. a mate,” she told you with a smile, squeezing your shoulders, “if they should return your affections.”

with that, you burst into tears, falling against the tsahik’s chest. “oh great mother eywa, i dont know what to do!” because you were certain that you were not the object of her affections.

you couldn’t even learn to hate jakesully even if you tried.

you did not have the animosity that most omatikayans had when he first appeared, and the feeling only improved when he would come talk to you. you had asked him the first time, “why you come, jakesully?” confused at his presence as he watched you prepare the meat from the hunt. he did not seem to mind your broken english.

“i want to learn about you y/n,” he grinned, the look of him was charming and mischievous. you thought that that smile surely would have annoyed neytiri, who had little patience for someone who did not take training seriously. “neytiri talks about you a lot. you’re training under mo’at. you’re her best friend. she also says you prepare the meats best.”

you couldn’t help the smile that settled on your face at his flattery. “thank you jakesully. next time, you bring me meat and i make sure to cook it nicely for you.”

“promise?” the line on top of his left eye (“eyebrows,” he had called it, wiggling them both) rose at that. the smirk was wider. “it’s a date then.”

you did not know what a ‘dyeyt’ was, but soon after that, every kill that jakesully made was given to you for preparation.

on other days, he would follow you around while you forage materials and fruits, insisting on carrying them all. other times he would ask you to practice na’vi with him.

it was hard to hate jakesully.

“y/n, have you thought about getting a mate?”

the movements of your fingers in neytiri’s hair stopped, which made her turn her head and tilt up to look at you. “well?”

you wanted to say it. it was neytiri, your best friend, the one who knew everything about you, who understood you better than you understood yourself. the one who was by your side through thick and thin. the one who saved your life countless times, including when the skypeople attacked the school two years ago. the one you prayed to eywa to and received an answer for. the one you love.

“of course i want to take a mate, neytiri,” you would tell her, as you run your fingers through her hair before tucking some of it behind her ear. “i choose you, neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite, i see you. oel ngati kameie.” three little words that you have been dying to tell her.

i just hoped you saw me too.

“no,” you told her. “i am waiting for a sign from eywa.”

she turned her back from you, but you did not miss her smile. you resumed braiding the beads into her braids, throat tight as you try to ignore the beating of your heart and the sadness in your soul.

“i think i just received a sign from the great mother,” she whispered, almost so quiet that you didn’t hear her, but you did.

you gulped, trying to ignore the feeling of your heart breaking.

i wish that was me.

you feel dizzy as you walk up the hometree, the feeling in your extremities gone as you try to ignore the shaking. you were going to do something drastic, the only thing you can think of that would ease the pain. you realize that the only thing you can do is ease it, because you can never get rid of it. getting rid of your feelings for neytiri is impossible because it would mean that you would forget all the memories, not just the bad ones. and you want as many of those good memories with you as you venture into this new journey of your life.

mo’at looks up when you approach her. “my child—“ she starts, but you quickly greet her, ready to get it over with.

“oel ngati kameie, tsahik,” you press your fingers to your fingers and extending your hand to her. “i received a sign from eywa.”

the grim look on mo’at’s face showed that she does not believe you, and it changes to a look of defeat as she nods, allowing you to continue.

you almost do not want to interrupt them.

the pace you set is fast, to make sure that you do not break momentum and decide not to say what you needed to say. your breathing is also quick, increasing even more when you see them in the moonlight, jake’s hands around neytiri’s waist. they look so beautiful, you think to yourself, i apologize for interrupting this moment.

jake is the first to notice you. “y/n!” his ‘aye-braaws’ shoot up in surprise. neytiri turns to you with a grin, and they separate as she gives you a hug.

i wish it was me, neytiri. i wish it was me holding you under the moonlight. i wish you would come into my pod every night to say good night like you always did.

“i have some news,” you blurt out. it is better to say it all than delay the inevitable. in this way, the burden in your heart will be lessened (but never free. not of her).

the two of them look at you intently.

“eywa has sent me a sign,” you clear your throat, feeling tears sting your eyes and your voice shaking. recently, this is what happens when you think about them for too long. it is almost like your heart is trying so hard to make sure you don’t break right in front of them. but every single time, it the crack gets bigger. “i am to mate with tsu’tey.” you give them both a shaky smile, hurriedly turning your back to breathe a sigh. it is over. at the same time, tsu’tey finds you amongst the crowd and calls your name. without delay, you walk away from neytiri and jake.

you do not see the looks they exchanged. the frown on jake’s face. the wobble of neytiri’s mouth as she brings her hand to cover it. you do not know, you do not hear. their hearts are breaking too.

“we lost her,” neytiri bemoans, “jake…”

we lost her.”

for those waiting for ominis fics, you did not see this 🫣

(still working on it! i want it to be LONG!)

i love you jake but i dont see a lot of fics about neytiri this is blatant homophobia 😩

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