#directions here were: heart eyes & babygirlism

[rowdyluv]

WHAT’S MINE IS MINE jh⁸⁶

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summary: in which y/n has wondering eyes while in a relationship with jack, jack gets fed up and reminds her who she’s with.

word count: 3.08k

warnings: porn with a lot of plot, protected p in v, degradation, praise if you squint, sad jack if you squint, spit kink, nicknames (baby, babygirl, etc) to cover: downright filth

notes: hi there request finished for @sweetestdesire after rewriting five times? i think? her and basically wrote it together in our texts so I scratched that one and we ended up here 🥲

The fire crackled and spit, throwing shadows across the faces of the small group huddled around the makeshift pit. The scent of roasting marshmallows filled the night air, mingling with the faint whispers of the surrounding forest. Y/n, caught in the warm embrace of Jack, leaned back into his broad chest, her heart racing in a way it hadn't in months.

The friends surrounding them were all familiar faces, all people she was comfortable with. There’s one. Just one she was particularly a little too comfortable with.

At least in her desire for him. Which she knew was wrong. She knew she shouldn’t have some silly crush on her long term boyfriend’s best friend. But she did.

Trevor.

Tonight, Trevor sat across from her and Jack, the flickering firelight playing across his jawline and the sharp lines of his cheekbones. His eyes met hers every so often, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down her spine. Y/n felt Jack's arms tighten around her waist as if he could sense her wandering thoughts about Trevor, and she forced a smile engaging in a conversation with someone on the opposite side of his direction, pretending she hadn't noticed the way Trevor's eyes lingered on her.

Jack’s body tensed. He was looking at his supposed best friend, watching him practically eye fuck his girlfriend right in front of him. He’d had enough of this shit. This summer was supposed to be a time for all of them to kick back, relax, and enjoy the lake house. But every time Trevor was around, Jack felt like he was fighting for Y/n’s attention.

The one person he shouldn’t have to fight for.

The tension grew thicker than the smoke rising from the pit, and the conversation around them grew quieter between some of the non-regular Hughes guests. Y/n felt it too, her heart fluttering as she tried to ignore the dance of the shadows on Trevor’s face. The way his teeth glinted as he took a sip of his beer. The way the flames reflected in his eyes, making them look like molten gold. How his eyes squinted when he laughed at a “joke” Quinn told, that wasn’t really a joke, so the rest of us would laugh at Trevor for laughing so hard.

Jack's grip grew firmer over time, his thumb idly stroking her side. It was a gentle touch, but one that sent a possessive message that wasn’t lost on her. She took a deep breath and turned her gaze back to the fire, focusing on the hypnotic dance of the flames. She knew Jack was watching her, waiting for her to acknowledge the tension. But she couldn’t. It would only make things awkward the next three months.

Her eyes flicked back over once more, shocked to see Trevor’s eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed. Jack’s hand slid to her thigh and gripped slightly. Just enough to make her jump.

“Up. Let’s go.” he murmured in her ear, his voice a dark rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Wha— What?” Y/n stumbled over her words, standing up as Jack started standing before she was ready.

“You heard me. Let’s. Go.” He repeated through gritted teeth and grabbing ahold of her hand. “G’night everyone.” He muttered before pulling her inside.

Once they were out of earshot and inside the dimly lit cabin, Jack pushed her up against the first blank wall he could find. The suddenness of his movement made her gasp, but she didn’t resist.

“Did you just forget that I existed out there? I’d say not fucking likely since you were on my lap.” He huffed. “What the fuck was that huh?”

He didn’t give her time to answer before taking ahold of her hand again and continuing on to their bedroom.

Y/n's breathing grew heavier with each step, her heart racing as Jack's hand remained a firm presence around her wrist, almost as if he was afraid she'd bolt. The room was dark when they entered, the only light coming from the crack under the door from the hallway, but it was enough to illuminate the anger on Jack’s face. He pushed her down onto the bed, his eyes blazing with a mix of jealousy and desire.

"What is it about him?" Jack’s voice was low and gruff, so different from his casual softness that always fills the air around him. Y/n felt the heat rise in her cheeks, her body betraying her with the way it flushed in desire.

"I... I don't know," she stumbled over her words, trying to pull her hand away. But Jack's grip was like iron, unyielding as he leaned into her. She could feel the heat of his breath on her face, the scent of his minty gum and the woodsmoke clinging to him. "He just... I don't know, babe."

Jack's eyes searched hers, his jaw clenched tightly. "Is it because you think he can give you something I can't?" His voice was a dangerously low whisper, the kind that promised both passion and pain if she didn't give him the answer he wanted.

Y/n felt her stomach tighten at the accusation, but she couldn't deny that the thought hadn't crossed her mind. Trevor was... well different. There was something about his filthy stories that made her curious, lustful. Something raw and primal. But she didn't dare voice it. Instead, she tried to play it cool, her voice a shaky whisper. "It's not like that, Jack."

“Bullshit. I bet if I touched you right now you’d be dripping.” Jack dropped his hold on her wrists and moved to her thighs. “Would I win that bet?”

Y/n swallowed hard, trying to keep her cool. But the way his eyes bore into her, the way his hands ghosted over her skin, it was hard to resist the heat that was already building in her core. He was going to prove to her that she didn’t need Trevor. That she only needed him.

"Jack, it's... it's all for you always for you," she blurted out, her voice trembling. "I swear, it's just... I don't know, curiosity."

He stepped away from her. “Curious? You’re curious about if he can fuck you better than me?” There’s a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“Oh sweet, sweet pathetic baby girl, there’s no one else that will ever be able to make you cum like I can. Especially not Trevor Zegras” He took a hold of her by the side of the neck, the tips of his calloused fingers gripping the back.

“Do you understand that, or do I need to fuck your tight little cunt to remind you?” Jack says confidently, pushing her back against the bed and kneeling over her.

Y/n bit her lip, the heat of embarrassment and arousal mixing in her cheeks. She couldn’t resist the urge to look back up at him, his eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and desire.

Jack smirks and without saying another word, he tugged at the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down in one swift motion along with her underwear, leaving her bare and exposed. A cool breeze kissed her skin, making her shiver. He spread her legs wide, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of her.

He placed a single finger at the apex of her thighs and dragged it along her slit, parting her folds. Y/n's breath hitched as the sensation sent a jolt through her body. The warmth from his touch was a shock compared to the chilly air of the cabin, causing her to jolt her body up to meet his hand.

Jack's smirk grew into a full smile at her reaction. He knew she was sensitive there. He knew how she liked it. "Mhmm, looks like I won that bet," he said, his voice filled with a smug satisfaction. He pushed a finger inside of her, a silent burning challenge in his eyes as he waited for her to react.

“So wet, just like the little slut that you are.”

He quickly added two more fingers, and they delved inside her, working deeper into her each pump in, his digits coated with her slick arousal. His other hand worked in tandem with his fingers, his knuckles grazed her clit with every stroke. Y/n’s eyes rolled back in her head, a soft moan escaping her lips followed by whimpers.

She couldn’t believe she was letting him do this out of sheer jealousy, but the way he touched her, the way he claimed her, it was all of the intense emotions she’d been wanting from Trevor. All of the stories she’d heard them share where he was such an intense partner in bed, she wanted that, craved it truthfully.

Yet her body responded to her boyfriend with such an urgency that surprised even her. Her hips bucked, pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. His fingers were relentless, a constant rhythm that seemed to sync with the beat of the music now playing in the distance outside. The all familiar warmth spread through her, her pussy clenching around him as she grew closer to her orgasm with every second that passed.

“Jack.” His name left her lips in the softest breathless whisper one could ever share. “More please.”

Jack leaned in closer, with a menacing chuckle as he studied her already fucked out features.

“You’re such a needy whore, aren’t you?” He murmured against her ear, his teeth nipping at her lobe. He watched her face contort with pleasure, her eyes roll back slightly, and before her back could arch he removed his fingers abruptly.

“Not so fast.” He tsked. His slick coated fingers grazed her bottom lip, which she took in her mouth without hesitation. “You’ll cum when I cum. If I decide we’re going that far.”

Y/n whimpered, unable to form coherent words as she nodded frantically. She could feel her wetness seeping from between her thighs and onto the bed beneath her, she was aching, begging for more of his rough touch.

“Jack.” His name drawn out the only thing she could manage to string together.

Jack chuckled darkly.

He grabbed her hips and yanked her to the edge of the bed. His mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading her mouth. His hands were everywhere, running up her thighs, grabbing her ass, moving to cradle her head. His hands moved down her arms, rough palms grazing her skin, sending goosebumps in their wake, until he reached the hem of her shirt.

“Take it off.” He demands of her, and with a swift upward motion, y/n lifted it over her head. She had made the decision to go braless a simple tease to both boys, yet a fact she hadn’t even noticed herself in the heat of the moment.

But now, her nipples were peaked and begging for attention, standing tall against her pale skin.

“You wanted him to look at you. You wanted him to think about what these,” Jack pinched her nipples at the same time “felt like in his mouth, how you reacted when they were played with. Didn’t you?” He accused her. She avoided looking up at him, until he grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him.

“I asked you a fucking question.”

“I did it for both of you. I wanted you both to look at me.”

Jack shook his head in disbelief, his eyes smoldering with a new intensity.

“Listen to me y/n. Trevor,” he growled, his voice low and dominant. “Is not your boyfriend, he’s not to look at you the way I do. He’s not the one who is supposed to lean into you when you talk, throw his head back laughing at your silly jokes.” There was a small growl in his words. “Most of all he shouldn’t be looking at your tits like I get to.”

Y/n nods and her eyes fall from holding eye contact with him.

“Because you’re mine. All fucking mine.” He huffs before spitting on one nipple and gliding his fingers across it while pinching the other, earning him a delighted gasp and her eyes jerking back up.

"Is that what you want me to do?" He asks, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You want me to spit on you, claiming you this way?"

Y/n's cheeks burned with a mix of shame and arousal, the words hitting her like a slap across the face. She nodded, unable to speak, her heart racing as Jack leaned closer to her body and spat in the middle of her chest, the saliva landing on her cleavage, his finger spreading it down her stomach, and teasingly slipping down and over her clit.

His hot breath ghosted against her ear as he whispered, “If you’re good and do as I say the rest of the time, I may just reward you and spit in your mouth like I know you’re really wanting.”

They shared a heated kiss, his hands on her chest working their way down to her thighs spreading them wide. “Bend your knees and put your feet on the edge of the bed.” His tone back to demanding.

Jack's hand smacked down onto her pussy, his fingers plunging back into her without warning for a teasing few thrusts. His thumb and forefinger pinched her clit roughly, then rubbing it in a way that made her back arch off the bed. The sting of his touch mixed with the pleasure, a delicious cocktail that made her head spin.

After snagging a condom from the drawer and rolling it on, he spat once more aiming for and perfectly hitting her clit. Taking his painfully hard cock he rubbed the spit across her pussy.

“Jack. Please just,” Y/n whimpered.

He kept teasing her. Sliding the head of cock just barely in and right back out, the back up over her clit.

“Are you sure you deserve it,?” He teased.

She eagerly nodded and at that he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one swift movement.

She cried out his name, her nails digging into the bed sheets as he filled her completely. He didn't pause, didn't give her time to adjust. He just started moving, his hips pistoning into her with a brutal rhythm that had her seeing stars. Each thrust was punctuated with a grunt, his breath hot on her neck as he claimed her over and over again.

Y/n's body was on fire, each stroke of his cock sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. She could feel herself getting wetter, her walls tightening around him as she neared climax. Jack's hands roamed over her body, his rough calloused touch a drastic difference to the smoothness of her skin. He pinched her nipples, rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, drawing out her moans.

He knew her body like he knew hockey, knew every button to push, every spot that made her whimper and writhe with pleasure.

The room was filled with the maxed out sound of their heavy breathing and the slap of skin on skin. The headboard banging against the wall was a steady metronome to their passionate symphony.

Y/n's eyes rolled back in her head as Jack's thumb found her clit again, rubbing it in tight, fast circles that had her teetering on the edge of release. She could feel the tension coiling in her stomach, the heat building between her legs.

"Jack," she screeched. "I'm going to come."

He smirked, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Come for me, baby. Show me how much you're mine."

The words pushed her over the edge, and she shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado. She clung to him, her nails leaving half-moons in his back as she rode the waves of pleasure. He didn't slow, didn't stop, his rhythm relentless as he pushed her through the aftershocks of her climax.

Her legs were trembling when he finally pulled out, his cock slick with their combined juices. He flipped her onto her stomach, his hand pressing into her back as he re-entered her from behind. The angle was deeper, more intense, and she moaned into the pillow, her body still sensitive from the first orgasm. He meant what he said earlier, she would cum, when he came and he was keeping that word.

Jack sat them up, still fucking her from behind, hitting all new areas, and all new angles. An entirely new position for them.

“Baby, I’m so.” She couldn’t finish her sentence as her body shuttered.

“Let go, pretty girl.” His voice was at its most normal all night at that moment. His resolve breaking.

As she came again, her pussy spasming around him, had Jack letting out a something like a roar. He pulled out, his cock pulsing with his own release into the condom. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back giving him access to suck on her collarbone, marking her, not caring who will see for the days to come. The act was a reminder of his earlier promise, he grabbed her by the hips, flipping her over so he could see her face.

“Open baby girl. You were so good for me.” He said tapping her lower lip and leaned over, spit pooling in his mouth, and without a moment of hesitation, he leaned in and spit into her mouth. She swallowed, her eyes locked on his watching, waiting.

He kissed her hard then, his tongue pushing into her mouth, tasting himself on her. It was a claiming, it was desperate and a branding of her as his own. And as he pulled away, the hard tough man look from before was gone. It was replaced with a look of insecurity and worry.

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to get you a towel and start you a bath.” His voice soft as if he was concerned now that someone may hear him.

He grabbed his underwear and was pulling them on when Y/n reached for him.

“Jack, I think you should say what’s on your mind.” Her voice just as soft as his seconds ago.

Jack was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at his hands that he was fidgeting with.

"Please… Please tell me that you're only mine. Just mine," he pleaded his back to her, his voice thick with need. If his words had been drawn out heartache would be circling every letter of every word.

"Of course I am," she whimpered, her voice muffled by the lump in her throat. "Always yours, only yours.”

Jack turned and looked at her, “Always?”

“Always.”

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[kallypsos]

You sound like my dad, John. My father liked to drink. When he drank, he gambled. I can’t tell you the amount of nights I spent sleeping on benches in Casper’s Parlours and Pony Tracks. Didn’t matter if it was a ball game, horse, dog, game of cards - he’d bet. He’d usually lose.

MASTERS OF THE AIR - PART TWO

[rafesangelita]

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊⊹ kook!sweetheart!reader walks her first runway for her own lingerie brand, and of course rafe has a front row seat.

warnings: rafe being a supportive bf, suggestive ending

a/n: trying a new fic layout, i hope you all like it as much as i do <3 lol i had the hardest time trying to decide on the song i wanted to use for this fic

you couldn’t believe the day was finally here. ever since you started your lingerie line, you wanted to have a runway show to showcase the beautiful pieces, and all thanks to rafe, he was able to make that possible. while your boyfriend insisted on being backstage with you, you told him to wait until you walked out for the finale, wanting to surprise him in full glam and a set you have yet to release. to say you were excited would be an understatement— you were literally having your very own victoria secret show.

with fashion bloggers, magazine editors, and most importantly; rafe, the man who believed in you more than yourself, being in attendance, you just wanted everything to take place smoothly. “oh my god, you look amazing!” you glanced up from the small vanity mirror, meeting kelce’s girlfriend’s gaze. “me?!” your eyes widened as you shot up from your seat. “look at you! kelce is going to lose his mind.” you laughed, admiring the way her makeup sparkled under the studio lights.

“you think so?” she smiled, both of you swallowing nervously when you heard a ‘okay, we’re on in five!’ over one of the staff’s walkie talkie’s. “oh, god, just what i needed to hear.” you joked. she hugged you before joining the rest of the girls in line. outside in the crowd, rafe was already taking pictures like a proud facebook mom, shushing kelce and topper once the lights dimmed and the music started. the intro to britney spear’s ‘gimme more’ began playing, the crowd letting out a series of ‘oooh’s’ and ‘ahhh’s’ when the first model walked out.

rafe was only recording for your sake, his eyes strictly set on his hands as he patiently waited for your entrance. everything that the models were wearing was something he had already seen on you behind closed doors. rafe couldn’t help but feel his chest bloom with pride as he looked around the beautiful venue. despite him paying for everything, you were the one who worked with the planner and coordinator to bring your vision to life.

and what a vision it was.

you had spotlights lining the runway, glitter littering the glossy flooring. various props were also placed on the sidelines. “look, here comes y/n!” rafe arched a brow at his friend, kelce clearing his throat awkwardly. “don’t get too excited, now..” rafe grumbled, eyes locked on your silhouette. the music reached it’s final bridge, your lingerie clad body illuminating the stage. rafe had no words. you were wearing wings like the angel you truly were, the rhinestones and embellishments on your set reflecting under the now multicolored lighting.

“you’re beautiful, babygirl!” rafe shouted, his eyes widening as you got closer. you looked ethereal. not one hair was out of place, your makeup done flawlessly to enhance your natural features. you caught sight of him, sending a wink his way before blowing him a kiss. “she’s getting it tonight.” he held a hand over his heart, watching the way your hips swayed as cameras flashed from every direction. rafe stayed standing up until you disappeared behind the stage, his smile reaching from ear to ear.

“now that’s a show..” he adjusted himself in his pants, posting you on his instagram with the caption; ‘she’s perfect.’

eventually, the event came to a star strucking end, your boyfriend meeting you soon after with a huge bouquet of pink roses. you couldn’t help the sudden wave of emotions from washing over you at the sight of him. “oh, rafe!” you threw yourself into his arms, being careful not to ruin your makeup. “you were so amazing out there, baby.” he rubbed your back. “yeah?” you pulled away, pecking his lips. “fuck yeah.” his voice dropped a few octaves, his hand finding the curve of your ass. “can you take those angel wings home?” he whispered.

“yes.. why?” you smiled mischievously. “cause i need you to walk for me again. naked this time.”

[mncxbe]

Sfw 8 + NSFW 12 + 17 with Denji

My babygirl deserves some love <3

the way i ate this up😳 the brainrot is brainrotting. collegeAU with Denji cuz I like to believe he'd be as much of a loser then♡ gaah i love him so much. also y/n is rich rich👀 for extra silly and damn this turned out way longer than i anticipated.

8– accidentally walking in on them while they're changing

12– catching them stealing your panties

17– they worship your body

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: alcohol cunsumption (reader is tipsy), cunnilingus, Denji being a perv, implied virginity loss, subby Denji

For your 19th birthday you decided to host the greatest party of the year and everyone in your grade was invited.

The penthouse your parents allowed you to live in during college was nicely decorated– black and white balloons and drizzle, flashy lights and speakers that started blaring loud music as soon as the sun set. Everyone was having a blast, downing glasses of neon colored punch and cheap beer, dancing and chatting in groups. Well, everyone except you. You were painfully bored.

When you threw the party of the year you didn't expect everyone to forget the purpose of the whole fucking event– celebrating your birthday.

You've been sitting all by yourself on the couch for the past half hour, sipping on a plastic cup of cocktail. Your gaze mused on the livingroom of your apartment, trying to find someone interesting to talk to. The only people who approached you were some guys from Arts who tried to chat you up, but they rambled on about some uninteresting exhibitions and you soon got bored and shunned them.

As you got up to refill your glass, you noticed someone slipping inside your bedroom. The fuck.. you thought, pushing past drunk people on your way towards your room. You swung the door open and saw a blond guy about your age standing in front of your dresser. When he heard you barge in he immediately slammed the drawer shut, his head snapping in your direction.

It was Denji. Just Denji.

Though you briefly interacted with the Denji, you knew him from highschool. He was the guy who used to let other students use him as a chair during breaks for some spare change. You remembered working on some group projects with him back then but you seldom saw him around campus now. He mostly kept to himself, so you were surprised too see him at your party in the first place— not to mention you certainly didn't expect to catch him going through your lingerie drawer. Still, maybe this wasn't such a bad thing...

"Well, well what do we have here?" you chuckled, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed.

"Y/N hi" he said nervously, tugging at the collar of his shirt "I was just um... looking for a place to change. Someone spilled some punch on my clothes"

You noticed the stain on his shirt and smiled, closing the door behind you. "And you thought you'd find a clean tshirt somewhere next to my panties?"

A blush crept on his face as he looked down at his shoes. "No, I mean I was just looking..." he fumbled "It's not like I was snooping around on purpose, i'm not that kind of guy" His voice was weak, half hearted as he looked around the room. At anything but you.

Swaying your hips, you closed the distance between you "So you're not some perv who's trying to steal my panties?" you asked and he shook his head. "N-no I'd never–"

"The show me your pockets"

Denji's face grew livid when he heard your command and you knew you had him. He was caught red handed and there wasn't much he could do about it. If he admitted maybe you'd at least allow him to stay at the party for a bit longer The boy couldn't bear to look you in the eyes as he reached a hand to the back pocket of his jeans and procured a pair of your lacy panties.

"Here, take them, but just know it's not what you think." It was cute that he still tried to find excuses for his actions and you blamed the alcohol for the heat pooling in your lower abdomen. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, you gazed up at him with droopy eyes.

All the while, Denji was getting more and more nervous. His palms were sweaty, heart hammering in his chest as he peered at you. God, you were so damn beautiful– Though he didn't admit it, Denji had a crush on you from the first moment he saw you. You were the pretties girl in school, which meant you were way out of his league. A goddess like you would never spare a moment of her time on someone like him, right? Well, his conviction was starting to crumble now that he saw the way you eyed him down with that taunting glint in your eyes.

"Ya know, Denji, I don't recall you giving me a gift or wishing me happy birthday. It's awfully rude of you." you slurred, tapping the floor with the tip of your heels.

His sorry excuses were half drowned by the blaring music in the other room. Your head was starting to get foggy from the alcohol, limbs growing heavier, as if an invisible weight was pulling you down against mattress. "Jee... quit the whining" you giggled, waving a dismissive hand in his direction "I'm not mad at you. However, I do think you need to make up for it."

"Y/N, I told you I'm in a tight spot with money this month, but I'll buy you something nice once I get my paycheck."

"I'm not talking about that" you deadpanned, a sly smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Your gaze drifted down towards his belt and then back up to his face, taking in his frame. You couldn't deny he wasn't bad looking. Out of all the guys at the party, he seemed the best option for a casual hookup– not to mention he was already interested in you, so why not give it a try? With a motion of your finger, you beckoned him closer, pointing at the floor "Get on your knees."

Denji swallowed the lump in his throat and gathered the courage to step away from your dresser. With hesitant steps he covered the distance between the two of you and kneeled before you, his hands folded in his lap. His fists clenched and unclenched as he anxiously waited for your instructions.

To be frank, you never expected him to obey so you were quite taken aback by his attitude.

"You still let people order you around, Denji? How cute" you cooed, hooking your right leg over his shoulder and pulling him closer to the edge of the bed.

The blond tried his best not to peek under your skirt, his face turning red from embarrassment. He's never been so close to a girl before, let alone someone as beautiful as you and he was nervous. As if reading his mind you let out a low chuckle, hiking up your skirt.

"Come on, Denji, take off my panties. If you make me feel good I'll let you keep them."

By this point Denji was too far gone. Your silken voice put him under a spell and he eagerly pulled down your lingerie. A small moan slipped past his lips when he saw the string of arousal connecting your pussy to the silky fabric, his features melting into a pleading expression. He looked so needy, gazing at your bare cunt with those puppy eyes, his hands shaking lightly as he fully removed your panties and let them fall in his lap.

"There you go, Denji. Get a good look of it." you encouraged, running your fingers through his tangled hair to ease him into the new situation. You could tell it was his first time seeing a woman naked and didn't want to scare him off. So you took things slowly, waiting for him to get comfortable. Little did you know there was no need for that.

Denji was basically drooling over your pussy. He rested his head against your thigh, leaning into your touch as he spread your puffy folds with his thumb. His breath stuck in his throat when he noticed just how wet you were and it was all because of him. With shaky fingers, he collected the slick from your hole and spread it nicely along your clit, making you flinch.

"There?" he asked in a barely audible voice but you heard him nevertheless. "Y-yea, right there."

He slowly drew circles on your bud, making you writhe on the mattress and you spread your legs wider, shamelessly grinding on his hand. Sloppy movements over your clit had increased in intensity and you could feel the knot in your abdomen tighten with each swipe of his digits.

"Go on, baby, give it a taste" you said in a hushed voice and he immediately obliged. Hooking your other leg over his shoulder, Denji's hands gently massaged your thighs. He kissed his way up to your core, wet lips tracing the inside of your thighs, teeth nipping at your skin but not enough to leave marks.

He licked a stripe of your cunt from your hole to your clit, relishing the taste of your arousal. You were basically melting on his tongue and he was adamant to please you. As the grip on your thighs tightened, Denji collected some spit in his mouth and let the blob slide down your slit. He started eating you out slow, savouring the heat on his tongue but he soon increased the pace. It was clear that he had little idea of what he was doing– he was sloppy, messy, a mixture of slick and spit coating his chin as he lapped at your juices and you swore you got ten times wetter just by hearing him moan into your cunt.

His tongue flicked your clit so eagerly, lips wrapping around your bud, giving it an experimental suck. Your hips jolted up in pleasure but Denji quickly pulled you back on his face.

"Is it good?" he mumbled, pussy drunk eyes briefly meeting your as you nodded.

"Y-yea. You're so good Denji, gonna make me cum soon."

He mewled at your praise, his ministrations growing in intensity as heat pooled in your core. You were so close, choked moans spilling from your lips as your vision blurred. Denji made you feel so good you were starting to regret not paying more attention to him all those years back. He ate you out like it was his lifeline, hugging your thighs closer to his face to keep you from squirming too much. When you came you came hard, nails grazing his scalp as you pulled him closer to your cunt, grinding down on his face to ride out your high.

"Denji fuck—" you whined, arching your back off the mattress and he gently massaged the fat of your thighs and hips, his hands seeking your body you.

"I got you, just cum for me ok? Please feel good" he said softly, kissing your pussy and the inner side of your thighs before working his way up to your belly. He didn't dare go past the line of your dress, though all he wanted was to keep touching and kissing, to soak you up in all the love and affection he harbored for you during all these years.

When you looked down at him with those droopy, drunk-dazed eyes his heart sank, a soft smile etching onto his features.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a small voice as you pushed yourself up to sitting and held his face in your hands, leaning towards him. Denji's eyes rolled back into his skull as you kissed him, his lashes fluttering shut. You could taste yourself on his tongue along with the sweet punch he drank earlier that night. The kiss was heated and you pulled him on top of you, tugging at the wristband on his jeans.

"H-hey wait a minute I've never done this before" he tensed up but you shushed him with another needy kiss.

"Shit, I don't care if you're a virgin Denji I just need you so bad right now. Please" you huffed out and he felt his dick getting impossibly harder. He could almost cum in his pants at the sight of your pleading expression.

"Okay..." he whispered, hesitantly unbuckling his belt and you could tell he was nervous again. With sloppy movements he managed to allign himself to your entrance, shuffling around to make sure everything was alright, but just as he was about to push himself inside he perked up, patting your thigh. "Oh, Y/N I almost forgot."

"What?" you whined, grinding your needy pussy on his length. Why can't he just fuck you already?

The blond looked down at you with a lovesick smile, his eyes sparkling with adoration "I think I still haven't wished you happy birthday"

[rebornofstars]

SEPFEMBER 2024 PROMPTS LIST

HERE WE ARE! AT LONG LAST! THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN (HOPEFULLY) WAITING FOR! GIRL MONTH!

I honestly can't believe this is actually happening. This event was a shower thought a few months ago.

Here's a recap of the event: to participate, make at least one fanwork of any variety during September that features a woman or women from the Zelda franchise as the main character/s. All Linksmeets are welcome in this challenge, as well as general LoZ fans!

Before I drop the prompts list for those who are looking for a little direction, I'd like to mention that I have made an AO3 COLLECTION FOR THIS EVENT. It's open and unmoderated so you can add your works to it freely. And if you post on tumblr, please tag #sepfember !! I'll be scrolling through the tag every day looking for things to reblog and gush about 👀

If you have any questions at all about this event, or you want to chat about it, my askbox is open! I will also respond to comments and reblogs of this post.

Now, onto the prompts. Disclaimer: you DON'T have to use all/any of these prompts, or only create things for certain characters on their featured day. This list is just a GUIDE for those who want it. If you have other plans, go with your heart!

At the end of the day, this is a celebration, and all that matters is that you have fun. I hope some of you will join me next month in giving our girls some time in the spotlight, but if you can't, that's okay! There's no pressure! This is just a passion project of mine, really, and I am overjoyed that people are interested 💛💛💛

(apologies in advance for the terrible quality of these pics and the equally terrible commentary. i thought it would be funny. also, i've never had to come up with a prompts list before and it shows.)

DAY 1: SKYWARD SWORD ZELDA + PURPOSE

(we start at the beginning of course 💛)

DAY 2: MARIN + WASH

(it was SO hard to find a screenshot of her that didn't have link in it. they're both cute but this ain't about him.)

DAY 3: MEDLI + GIFT

(i didn't know she played the harp until i saw this screenshot! i obviously have a lot to learn.)

DAY 4: TWILIGHT PRINCESS ZELDA + FREEZE

(how creepy does she look here?! so awesome)

DAY 5: HILDA + GHOST

(SUCH a good character for real. she has depth!!!! she has a thematic purpose!!!)

DAY 6: URBOSA + LOSE

(two words: LIGHTNING POWERS ⚡⚡⚡)

DAY 7: SPIRIT TRACKS ZELDA + MISTAKE

(babygirl you are 2 entire pixels.)

DAY 8: FI + ORDER

(oh she is everything to me)

DAY 9: MIDNA + SWORD

(she looks so soulful right now)

DAY 10: HYRULE WARRIORS ZELDA + SUMMON

(what a FIRE camera angle??? her armour is so impractically attached but SHE HAS A SWORD‼️)

DAY 11: GODDESSES OF HYRULE + EYES

(hylia, din, nayru, farore, the list goes on...)

DAY 12: ZORA PRINCESSES + TRUST

(mipha, ruto... poor suckers... it can't be fun, falling for link...)

DAY 13: OCARINA OF TIME ZELDA | SHEIK + FATE

(note: I personally hc this character as a trans man, but since this isn't explicitly confirmed in-game and might not be shared with everyone, I've given them a celebration day anyway. you are free to do what you wish.)

DAY 14: MALON + GUARD

(she is adorable. look at her)

DAY 15: IMPA + BOUND

(HOTTEST MOST SEXY MOST BADASS WOMAN IN THE FRANCHISE ‼️‼️‼️ I LOVE YOU IMPA YOU ARE PERFECT. SHUT UP I DEFINITELY DON'T PLAY FAVOURITES—)

DAY 16: FOUR SWORDS ADVENTURES ZELDA + PORTAL

(i loved her in the fsa manga. she's barely in it but STILL. go read it.)

DAY 17: FAIRIES + TIRED

(the great fairies, navi, ciela, tatl, proxi...)

DAY 18: TETRA + LEGACY

(isn't she KICKASS?!)

DAY 19: EPONA + BONE

(our lovely loyal girl 🥰)

DAY 20: A LINK BETWEEN WORLDS ZELDA + HOME

(SHE IS SUCH A GOOD PARALLEL TO HILDA PLEASSSSSE)

DAY 21: SARIA + WISH

(a classic character! isn't this picture so peaceful)

DAY 22: BOTW/AOC/TOTK ZELDA + PEACE

(SHE IS EVERYTHING TO ME. SCREAMING CLAWING CRYING. MY DARLING, YOUR FANARTISTS WERE THE ONES TO DRAW ME INTO THE ZELDA FANDOM. I HOPE I CAN RETURN THE FAVOUR ONE DAY)

DAY 23: CIA + LANA + STUDY

(technically, she's one person. between the two of them they certainly only wear enough clothes for one person... )

DAY 24: ARYLL + HUG

(sister to the hero! but what's her story?)

DAY 25: ECHOES OF WISDOM ZELDA + ARREST

(YEAHHHHHHHHH GIRL MONTH GIRL DAY GIRL GAME!!!)

DAY 26: CD-i ZELDA + HOLIDAY

(hehheehehehe. i bet you weren't expecting her. neither was i tbh)

DAY 27: PURAH + FIRE

(SHE'S CLEVER! I LOVE CLEVER WOMEN!)

DAY 28: ILIA + ERUNE + MEND

(listen. i know erune is a very niche character - she literally only exists in the four swords manga - but consider. i love her)

DAY 29: ALTTP/OOS/OOA/LA ZELDA + MISSING

(she has no canon personality. you know what that means. get the building equipment out fellas)

DAY 30: LINKLE + FAREWELL

(and here we are - LAST DAY!)

THE END! YAY! I CAN'T WAIT FOR SEPTEMBER - CAN YOU?

[enchantedflameandflower]

Gavin x Reader Part 7!

A little bit of magic always helps set the mood...

co-written with CheshireCatSmile

@kus-babygirl @shirley-girly @jynx15 @everchar-of-the-shire @scraftsku35

@vavafaure1994 @deathlesun @butchersdarkbird @butchers-girl @hippo2211

@bohemianblasphemy @karlurbanism @imherefordeanandbones

karl urban masterlist

direct link to part 1

part 6

7.

Set back in the meadow is what appears to be an enormous majestic old oak with spreading branches, unusual for this particular area, with two smaller oaks to the sides. Nestled within the branches, higher up, off the ground is a tree house looking enchantingly reminiscent of the Swiss Family Robinson's home. It looks a bit weathered but still plenty sturdy enough. Gavin turns to look at you, hazel eyes alight with boyish wonder. "C'mon!" He grabs your hand and starts hurrying forward, barely able to contain his excitement.

His hand is warm and firm around yours as he pulls you along with him. "I just knew I would find it one day! I'm so glad you're with me. I wonder if it's in good enough shape...if it's safe to climb up and explore?" His eyes are just sparkling and dancing with elation. “Jack never believes me, but he’ll have to since you’re here to see it too.”

You laugh softly, his happiness making you happy. He’s so serious at work, this is another side to him entirely. You haven’t felt anything like that in years and years, not since you were a small child. “We can test it out. What exactly is it though?” you ask with a bit of wonder in your voice.

"Well...if I remember the old stories right, there was this eccentric old rich guy who'd been lost up here for awhile. When he finally turned up in town years and years ago he was babbling about this place he had been that was full of magic. Story was, he collected his wife and kids and moved 'em back up here and built this fantastic tree house for them to live in. His kids would be about 20 years older than Jack and me now. I think one of 'em used to stop in at the diner when he'd come down to town. Never told anyone where exactly his home was, though. Haven't heard anything about him for years now."

“It does feel kind of magical here,” you whisper, looking around. “It’s quiet though…I don’t think anyone is here anymore.” You look up as you approach the tree. From so close you can see how huge it actually is. You would love to climb up there and see it but you wouldn’t want to bother anyone or tread on ground that was taken. “Do you think they’ve all gone?”

"Sadly, I think so. No one's seen the the son who used to stop in at the diner in town for several years now. People said the grandchildren had all moved away and I think their folks finally followed to be closer to 'em. I don't know if the original builder and his wife were buried up here or not. The stories don't always have the best details. Maybe we take a look around down here first."

He leads you off around the back of the tree with your hand still clasped safely in his as if he never wants to let go. You steal a peak at his expression and your touched by the wonder there. You feel like you can understand him a little better now. His older brother is always calm and steadfast, probably always trying to make him be serious and studious like him, when Gavin’s heart was always looking for adventure and magic.

"I wonder if the old guy...the one who built this...ever bought the land he put the tree house on?  He was filthy rich…so they say, and that was back before there were federal and state held lands." He walks the wide circumference of the old oak and its smaller siblings with you in tow, rubbing your hand lightly with his thumb where he's holding it.

“If they just left, maybe they didn’t. Or maybe they left when the state subsidized this all.” There still hasn’t been a sound or a sign of anything up above or around the tree and you squeeze his hand, hoping he knows how much you love his affection. “It’s so beautiful,” you murmur. “I don’t think anyone has been here in years.”

Just then it finally starts to rain from those clouds that had been rolling in all morning.

He looks up at the tree. "Better take cover from the rain....I wonder..." he says softly. Then, seeing something above, he pulls himself up onto a fairly low branch and reaches down. "Give me your hands, sweetheart...I'll pull you up."

You trust him completely and you reach up, letting him pull you  up as you press your hiking boot against the tree trunk to help propel yourself up until you’re on the branch with him. Just above that is a ladder built into the tree.

"Let's take the ladder up to the treehouse." He puts you in front of him on the first step-like rung, intending to catch you if you slip as you both start to climb.

The rain is starting to pick up so you focus on climbing carefully, turning to glance down at him to make sure he’s following okay. “Enjoying the view?” you tease him, as he glances up along the length of your body.

"Oh, very much," his voice drops a notch and he chuckles. You can’t help but blush even though you brought it up, but you’re distracted as you climb up over the edge into what looks like a fairly good-sized common room that has a roof over part of it.

Warm flutters go through you and you climb up into the room, kneeling in the center of the floor under cover until Gavin makes it up as well. The rain is tapping on the roof now, and it’s a lovely sound.

He looks around brightly then his eyes are back on yours. "Now I wish we'd brought a sleeping bag up," he says a little wistfully. Just then you spy an old set of shelves and cabinetry built into the far wall.

“These shelves are beautiful,” you murmur, standing carefully and going over to them; running your fingers along the carved wood.

It looks like they're made of teakwood. No wonder they've held up so well. Even the hardware is high grade. He rubs his hand over the brackets and hinges. Carefully opening the cabinet he finds an old handmade quilt inside with a note on top. "Please enjoy your time here. When you're ready to go, please put everything away for the next traveler to enjoy."

"I wonder if we're the first travelers?"

"How long has this note been here? The paper is pretty yellowed.” You guess it doesn't hurt to stay...you were sort of invited. Right? 

Gavin carefully pulls the quilt out of the cupboard and puts it in your lap. "I'll go get our packs. Looks like we're staying the night here...that is...if you don't mind."

“I don’t mind if you don’t. It doesn’t look like the rain is going to let up anytime soon and we can go to the cabin tomorrow. It does seem strangely warm, doesn’t it? It seems like it should be drafty but it’s not at all…”

“No...I think the guy that designed and built this place really knew what he was doing. I'm dying to get a good look at things. This is amazing!” Gavin starts off and goes down a couple rungs of the ladder before stopping again to look up at you...  "I'm glad you're here to share this with me." Then he disappears down the tree.

He’s so eager you can’t help but smile but you wonder if the feeling will last. It usually doesn’t, but already you find yourself wanting this to work with him. He appears a few minutes later with both packs on his arms. “Oh be careful!”

"Don't worry sweetheart...I'm good around trees," he chuckles. He hauls the packs up over the edge ahead of him then hauls himself up. "Someone put a lot of work into that quilt. I wonder if it was the builder's wife?" He comes over and sets the packs to the side.  "The overhang...or roof actually in a manner of speaking...should keep us plenty dry up here."  He sits down beside you and takes your hand, squeezing it lightly. "You sure you don't mind being off on this adventure with me?"

You thread your fingers together with his without thinking, his hand is so warm and strong and you ache for the touch. “No, I love it,” you say quietly. “Especially with you. If you don’t mind lugging me up trees and making everything take longer.”

"Of course not! It's my pleasure lugging you up trees with me," he grins. "I know I kind of went off on a whim when you were thinking this was just for work. But we were so close I had to try just one more time to find this place. A lot of people don't believe it exists."  He moves over closer to sit beside you, his side pressed lightly against yours.

“It feels special.” You look around at the carvings and think again how the air here just feels different. “I love it. I always wanted to build a treehouse. Do you want to look around a little before it gets dark?”

"Yes, maybe while the rain is just a drizzle. We can tuck in down here later if we don't find a better spot. Look at all the cabinets. I want to see if he did what I'm thinking and the cabinets actually hold the features of the room."

He takes your hand and helps you climb some narrow, tall steps to another room that ends up being quite large. You’re not sure what he’s looking for so you follow him as he starts exploring.

You can’t help but look forward to the part where you tuck in together as your mind wanders back to how good it felt to be in his arms.

The first cabinet he opens looks like a pantry with roll out shelves, but the second has a part that folds out into a good sized table. The cabinet next to it holds the accompanying chairs. "I knew it!" he says triumphantly. "This guy was a genius!"

“It’s amazing,” you agree, squeezing his hand. With your other hand you reach out and run your hand over the wood. It’s polished perfectly, soft and smooth. “I wonder if there’s a bed hidden in one of these things?”

I'm sure there is in one of the "rooms". This looks like the kitchen and family common area. I suspect he has a Murphy bed in one of the cabinets. Maybe up this next level..." He pulls you with him and has you start up the next set of carved steps.

You climb up the steep steps and you can already feel your calves starting to protest but it doesn’t seem to phase him at all. There’s a bit of a sort of hallway and then another couple steps up into a smaller room, with beautiful dark wood carvings.

He looks around carefully then goes to the largest cabinet and carefully undoes the clasp over the edge. You wonder why such a large cabinet seems so shallow inside until you see him unlatching something from either side at the top and realize what it is. He catches the weight of the double bed and lowers it to the floor. It still has a mattress on it. "Obviously this is the master bedroom," he says with that hint of awe still in his voice.

“It’s so wonderful,” you say taking it all in. The work is so well done you can see why he wanted to find this place so much. You wonder if he does any wood work himself. “Do you think it’s still okay to sleep on?”

He plops down on it. "The mattress feels to be in good condition.  He may have had it made special out of really long lasting materials of some sort and the bed itself is solid. Everything seems to have been treated to withstand the elements. The floors, the furniture, the built-ins...everything, we should be nice and cozy in here tonight."

You laugh softly and smile. “Are you sure? I didn’t snore or kick or anything last night? I could see if I could find my own hidden bed…” You’re partly teasing but part of you does want to make sure.

"What?!  No, you were a perfect lady," he winks. “Of course you're bunking with me. We need to keep each other warm don't we?" He reaches out and brushes the stray hair out of your face.

Your smile widens and you lean into his touch unconsciously. “Yes. I hate being cold so I very much need you to keep warm. I have to admit it was pretty comfy too.”

He grins at you. "Good, it's settled then. We're sleeping up here tonight. There's a lot more roof here too, so we'll be plenty dry." He yanks you down beside him on the mattress. "See how comfortable it is?"

You laugh softly. “Well we’ll have to fully test it out to see.” You scoot back to lay down on the bed and tug on his hand to come with you.

He doesn't even hesitate scooting back right beside you. He props his head up on his hand looking down at you and slides his other arm around your waist.  "Just us two sleeping up in the magical treehouse." He smiles at you softly.

“I couldn’t imagine anything better. I can hardly believe even this.” His arm feels perfect around your waist and you reach up to slide your hand over his jaw.

The stubble feels prickly and kind of sensual under your hand, just reminding you how much you already like every part of him. His dark hazel eyes swirl with emotion in their depths as he watches you.

For a moment you’re mesmerized, but then you can’t resist anymore and you urge him closer, shifting toward him, hoping to draw him closer for a kiss but giving him a chance to pull away.

He looks into your eyes for a long moment then slowly lowers his head until his lips brush lightly against yours. A little tentative at first but then warming as he lets himself feel completely. His tongue slides over yours exploring then swirling possessively as he deepens the kiss.

A soft little sound of want escapes you and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. He’s so warm, almost hot to the touch and you wonder what it would feel like to have all of his bare skin next to yours. You open completely for him, as his tongue swirls again.

He holds the kiss till you're almost breathless then slowly pulls back. "Mmmm...you taste like wild clover honey. But...I'd better see to getting what we need for the night and maybe see if there's a way to heat our supper. Maybe save that taste of honey for dessert." He finally pushes up and scoots down to the edge to stand up then reaches a hand out to help you up.

You feel dazed for a moment but then take his strong hand to let him pull you up. “I am getting hungry I suppose,” you smile, standing up and dusting yourself off. “But I’m really looking forward to dessert.”

~*~*~

Part 8

Next up: Gavin gets a little taste of dessert… (this is a slower burn than I realized but I promise it’s coming! (pun intended))

really hope you like! reblogs, comments and like mean everything! thank you for reading!

[coolwithgyu]

Pretty In Pink

pairing: yeonjun x fem!reader

warnings: sub!yeonjun, dom!reader, femboy!yeonjun, dacryphilia, overstimulation, begging, feminization, reader calls yeonjun unnie, mommy kink, crossdressing???, praise kink, lmk if theres any more!!, unedited

word count: 1.3k

notes: i've got the most severe case of femboy yeonjun brainrot

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“Jjunie~” You call out as you enter the older boys room, holding a bag of snacks, ready for your movie night. Yeonjun, however, forgot you were coming.

He was sprawled out on his bed, dressed up in a pink and white crop top with ruffled ends, a white tennis skirt hoisted over his ass, a pair of long pink and white thigh high socks with pretty little bows on them, pinching him in at the top so his thighs were slightly bulging over. He had what looked to be a pink bedazzled choker on, that had a small ring at the front of it.

His head snaps in your direction, your mouth wide open from the sight, you just now notice he has his cock in his hand. His face plastered with a look of horror as you stand there staring, he starts to get up,

“I can explain!” He rushes, reaching his arms out and shaking his hand.

You walk towards him, placing your hand on his forearm, and pushing him back onto the bed. He looks at you in confusion with furrowed brows, but he doesn’t say anything.

Grabbing his chin, you tilt his head up so you make eye contact, analysing his face and taking in every detail. He had pretty winged eyeliner, a hint of mascara, blushy cheeks and a thin layer of a light pink lipgloss. He looks so pretty.

He’s still sitting there, mouth agape, as if he’s waiting for something. You giggle,

“You look so pretty Jjunie~” You chirp, tucking his hair behind his ear, “Don’t let me stop you, please continue.” You hum, sending him a cheeky smile.

He contemplates for a second, before answering, “Can you help me?” He grabs your hands, caressing them. “Please?” You see his eyes flicking between your eyes and lips, you giggle in response, but don’t say anything.

You caress his cheek before pulling him in for a soft kiss, his lipgloss tasted like strawberries. “You taste pretty, Unnie.” You whisper. You feel his heart pound in his chest.

“Be a good girl for me and get back on the bed, hmm?” You say, pushing him back slightly and he scoots back on the bed. You climb onto the bed and crawl over to him, kissing him once again, cupping his cheek with one hand while the other trails down his body, slipping under the hem of his top. You slide up to his chest and begin kneading him, taking one of his sensitive nipples in between your fingers and rolling them.

He whimpers into your mouth, and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue in. You continue running your hand down his front, out from under his shirt and down to his thigh, giving them a light squeeze before finding your way to his cock, taking it in your hand and rubbing circles on his tip. He bucks his hips, roughly, at the friction.

You pull away, “Not so fast, babygirl.”

He lets out a whine, “Pleaasee~” rubbing his thighs together to create friction.

You hold his thighs, “No baby, you do as I say, hmm?”

“That’s not fair-”

“I can just get up and leave, is that what you want? Leave you here, hard and alone? You know nobody else is gonna help you..” You trail off.

He shakes his head “Nonono, please, i’ll be a good girl, please, please touch me.” He cries.

You smile, taking his length back into your hand and pumping your fist slowly, groping his chest with your other hand. You lean down and place small, yet wet kisses along his jaw and down his neck.

He squirms in place, his legs moving all over the place, ‘we can have that’ you think to yourself, so you prop up in the bed, pulling his legs under you and sitting, pinning his long legs down with yours.

“Stay still, baby.” You whisper.

He hums in response, “Yes, Mommy.” he whines. The name made your heart flutter.

You continue pumping his cock, keeping up a rhythmic pace, watching his face contort from the pleasure.

You stop for a moment, causing Yeonjun to whimper from the lack of contact. “Mommy?”

You run your hands up and down his body, feeling every inch of his skin that you can. His inner thighs, his stomach, his chest, his collar bones, his shoulders. You stop at the nape of his neck, gripping it softly and pulling his face towards you, whispering “Such a good girl.” before connecting your lips into another deep, strawberry flavoured kiss.

He’s attempting to rut into thin air, but with you sitting almost entirely on his lap, his attempt fails. You giggle at how desperate he is. Even the kiss felt hungry.

You pull away from him, running your hand back down his front, you notice him welling up, tears threatening to spill from his winged eyes.

“Please~” He whimpers, softly. “I’ve been a good girl, please.” He pouts. A tear falls, and runs down his cheek

“Aww, baby. Don’t cry~” You hum, wiping his tear away. But once one started falling, they all did.

“Please~ please, mommy,” He sobs, “I need you so bad, can I please cum, please?” His eyes started to get puffy, black streaks of mascara trailing down his cheeks.

You chuckle, “Since you asked so nicely~” You grip his throbbing cock again, and begin fisting it, fast. You feel him twitch in your hand, his pretty pink tip already leaking. You watch as he throws his head back, the most ungodly whines falling from his pretty, pink lips.

You keep up the pace, coming undone when you begin stroking his tip with your thumb. You connect your lips with his as he rides out his high, stroking his face with your free hand.

You pull away, “Good girl~”, Yeonjun chases your lips. He blinks at you slowly, staring at your lips, mouth agape once again. You giggle at the sigh, stroking his hair as you wait for him to settle.

You look down. “You’ve made a mess, Unnie.”, cum spewed up his white tennis skirt, over his belly and spilling over the hem of his top. You’re still rubbing him, however.

“You wanna go again?” You ask.

He shakes his head, “Too much..” he grabs your hand, which is still stroking his length, but he doesn’t stop you.

“Are you sure, honey? You don’t seem sure.”

He hums, “M-More..”

“More? Be a good girl and use your words.”

“More, please, more. I want more Mommy.” He cries.

You smile down at him, “That’s what I thought~” you giggle. You grip the base of his cock with one hand, and use the other to rub circles on his tip with your palm. That alone has him squirming, whining and moaning, ‘Mommy~’. Tears were already streaming down his face again, this time from the overstimulation.

He starts bucking his hips up, stronger than before, and biting and sucking on his lower lip. You scan his pretty face, stained with black mascara streaks, his lip gloss smeared and his hair a mess, moans falling so elegantly from his now swollen lips.

“Are you gonna cum for me again?” You hum. He looks at you, making direct and deep eye contact, eyelids heavy from how fucked out he is. He doesn’t even say a word before he lets go again, writhing around under your touch, borderline screaming as his load floods his stomach once more.

“Such a good girl for me.” You say, planting a soft kiss on his lip, pressing your forehead to his as he pants underneathe you.

“Th-Thank you, Mommy.” He whispers.

“Of course, baby. Anything for you.” You smile, “Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we can finally watch this movie, hmm?” He nods.

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this is the most degenerate thing i've ever written oml i'm so sorry - 🐱

[greythemed]

𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ bloodhounds . kim gun-woo

˚ TITLE 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ how is like to date kim gun-woo. ˚ WORD COUNT 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ 1775.

dating gun-woo was like listening to my love by justin timberlake but the difference is that he wouldn't ask you to be his love bcuz he's a shy boy and would act exactly like only by lee hi

holds the door for you EVERYTIME like it's not even funny how gentleman-ly this man is

first time meeting your family? gun-woo is bringing every dish his lovely mother is capable of preparing in one day because he wants to impress your parents so bad (especially if you come from money while he doesn't) like he is so scared he'll mess something up

LISTENS TO YOU! i think gun-woo would be a good therapy friend but an AMAZING healing-era boyfriend. like family issues? imma suffocate you so hard with my love that you won't need anyone else anymore babygirl.

late-night therapy sessions where you both trade one secret for one kiss because it's cute and vulnerable while laying upside down on your bed and w pinkies intertwined. and if something about the relationship (or smth the other did on the day) is bothering one of you, late-night calls are a MUST - no matter where you are or which time it is.

his only source of relationship advice are guilty kdramas he has watched during the pandemic (when he wasn't punching random henchmen lol) and woo-jin so expect A LOT of misunderstandings from this guy

like one time he thought it'd be cute to surprise you with flowers at your work because he saw it in one kdrama and wanted to do the same but completely forgot you worked at a morgue as a young autopsy so you were horrified for a whole week💀

buys you sweet snacks every time he goes out like it doesn't matter if he's BROKE, he'll bring something for you, and don't bother stressing he'll keep doing the same till eternity no matter what

miss here has a late-night craving? gun-woo is running to the closest store at the darkest crack of dawn to buy you your wish, even if you try to stop him "don't worry, love, i'll be quick" and proceeds to kiss your head while putting his green puffy jacket on and rushing.

honestly let’s talk about that. IT HAS TO GO AWAY. definitely going to be your first gift for him: A NEW JACKET. like give her a break gunwoo-ya, she's not goin' nowhere bestie ✊😔

your 'dynamic trio' is a little stressful at the start. i truly believe woo-jin would test the SHIT out of gun-woo's partner, no matter how much the boxer tries to prove to him you're no threat. like mister mayweather fan won't let you breathe the first time you guys meet, making direct questions like "what are your intentions with my babyboy right here? 🤨" or "if you're planning to leave him someday and brake his heart, i WILL find you"

super-protective woo-jin boyfriend mode is off the instant he finds out you're striving to be a doctor one day and help the world to be a better place and stars are starting to accumulate in your eyes while you talk. (he still threatens you sometimes tho).

after that the DOUBLE DATES' SEASON starts (because woo-jin also has his partner after all) and suddenly your group of friends consists of your boyfriend, your boyfriend's boyfriend, and another unfortunate third wheel caught in their bromance.

he's such a shy baby and you're such a social butterfly girlie so we might have some contradictions about where to go on date nights. like one week is staying in movie nights where you’re all cozy and gun-woo is sleeping at the first five minutes of the movie (“i swear it wasn’t on purpose babe🥺”) and the other is freaking museum rides and “i heard this new place at the mall is SO good we have to try it!!!!”.

but when it comes to physical activities? you’re SO done. like NO GUNWOO I DON’T WANT TO WAKE UP 5 IN THE FUCKING MORNING TO RUN AT THE BEACH WITH YOU😡😡😡. (he dreams of the day you’ll say yes).

watching? maybe. he gets all sweaty and sexy for you, i can imagine his partner just staying there in the corner wrapped in a cozy blanket and eating some snacks while he’s working the fuck out in the garage. like i got you bae don't worry! from right here🧍🏻‍♀️ . and he loves it. 

absolutely adores praising, especially regarding his physic or gym evolution and gets all shy when you do it because “really? have you been payin’ attention to me?🥺”.

really values traditional corny-ass attitudes like protecting your head every time you get out of the car, walking on the side closer to the street, holds hands so he literally doesn’t lose you (it happened one time, you saw a rainbow-y burrito trailer and went for it without even thinking), ladies first always, pays for food when you get out or buys you flowers.

after he and woo-jin took their part of the money, the first thing gun-woo did was open his mom’s café and buy them a house just like mister choi said. he started working out more and working on his physic to maybe try and win one more tournament but he ends up meeting you and your father and meeting so many new people that wanted to take him under their wing 😊.

he literally had to pick which sponsor he’d choose to run for the belt. he got quite famous for jumping two categories in one year and from then on gun-woo made a few winning his pro fights.

he did what he loved so you supported him, biting your nails every time he’d take more than one round to knock his opponent out and cheering with his mom beside you in her new apartment every time the fight ended.

you’re so his passenger princess. this man will be moving mountains to do what you want and he’s so good at it.

on days when he’s more clingy and vulnerable expect this tall man to be glued to you. sometimes when you can’t be reached he will just call you to hear your voice on your break from work and straight hit the gym to soothe his anxiety.

in death’s anniversaries, he’d be the same. would stay silent the whole day if you don’t talk to him because it’s so painful to remember what happened to them all in one day. so you need to be careful and engage him in soothing activities or just distract him respectfully. 

nsfw under 🤗

gun-woo is such a giving person and he wouldn't be different in his relationship. sexually speaking? this man doesn't know where to start. you guys end up having a real conversation about this because gun-woo doesn't know how to enjoy things where he's the benefitted one and only wants to give, give, give. its sick.

it doesn't help the man is fixated on eating you out too. like, honestly he'll die a happy man if it is between your legs. at first, you had to teach him a lot of things (you were basically his first everything, after all) and the boxer took that as a fucking challenge. picture that every night he'd be knocking at your door not even saying hello and going straight to business because "i want to do it right this time, angel. is this okay? am i making you feel good?".

*dies while writing this*

there is a gun-woo before ep.6 and another one after ep.6 and we all know it. but the thing he didn't change was his heart, right? so the boy that watched netflix kdramas with his mom after gym sessions during the pandemic while eating ramyeon is the same man that takes you to bed after a romantic date and not only DOESN'T rush you to do anything but also asks if you want him to sleep on the floor because maybe he'll make you uncomfortable?🥺 and he doesn't want that. (even though you've been dating for ages by now lol)

so when you glance at him asking “bae, what are you doing?” he is stuttering like “sleeping on t-the… floor?” “get your ASS back here mister kim imma teach you how to be a man😾”

honestly, he finds you SO funny that even during sexy time he’ll laugh at your jokes. like genuinely laugh and you’d consequently laugh at his reaction too and then sexy time is gone for the next 10 whole minutes till he shuts you up and goes back to business.

big boy up and down we've all been through that already, right? right.

sometimes it pisses you off that he takes everything so serious and it takes the sparkle away for you. but it’s because everything is so new to him that he feels like he has to be amazing on his first try and it infuriates you.

“you good?” he raises his head and looks into your eyes in confusion. “you’re doing it again, can’t you please just feel instead of thinking for once?” you question and his big round eyes make an appearance. “oh… i’m sorry”. and starts doing it right because in his head, that was also a challenge.🙄

gun-woo is a shy man. while i do not agree when i see people calling him a bottom, he’s not approaching you first babe get over it. gun-woo is the type of man that needs a little “it’s okay i want sexy time now pls” so his key is finally turned and the beast is unleashed. not saying he’s a freak because he’s probably a super traditional guy but you know what i mean.

that drabble i wrote? he needs your okay first to iniciate anything. my man could be busting his pants, fully hard n leaking and won’t even utter a word.

stamina>>> he's an athlete like c'mon

don't expect any replies from this man if you send him nudes in the middle of the day someday. boy will be BLUSHING the rest of his chores forever. and he won't have the heart to stare at you for a whole week if you don't approach him first.

you'd be all "lol you're blushing baby 🤭😆" and he'd be like "why did you do this to me?🥺🥺🥺 now i want you more for the rest of my life and forever".

you cannot say that this man doesn't feel like some of justin bieber's songs (specially company like ok i might have to make a playlist just about him)

i'm going to end this here and let y'all starve.

making a playlist about him after this for safety purposes. i could make this for hours and hours no joke, mom come pick me up pls i'm scared.

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🎓 (High school sweethearts AU)

Accidentally switched this around, it’s supposed to be 🏫 (which can be found here)

Buck wanted to nothing more than to pull Eddie into his embrace, hold him close and never let him go again. 15 years of loving someone from a distance was more than enough. But when Shannon introduced herself to him, he smiled kindly at her, a smile that never quite reached his eyes and he felt his heart being ripped open and torn into a million new pieces.

And as soon as Shannon had introduced herself, Buck felt so goddamn out of place and even downright stupid for believing that he and Eddie could ever have a shot at love again. It didn’t help that she was dominating the conversation for a few minutes until she slipped away again, leaving Buck and Eddie alone again, standing a mere two feet apart but still it felt like they were a world away from each other.

“She seems nice” Buck said as he glanced in Shannon’s direction, watching her tug a dark brown curl behind her ear as she spoke to someone that Buck recognized from his and Eddie’s history class.

Eddie rubbed his neck, shifting his weight as he stood in front of Buck and he exhaled deeply. “She is, she’s a good person, she’s a good mom” Eddie explained like it was the most logical thing in the world to him.

“Right” Buck had to fight every fiber of his being to not roll his eyes to the back of his head. Not because he didn’t believe that Shannon wasn’t a good person or a good mom. But because he hated seeing Eddie with a woman. Because he hated seeing Eddie with someone else period. “Well, this has been fun. I need a drink” Buck added, without letting Eddie get a word in as he walked past him, letting their shoulders brush together and suddenly he was 17 years old again, fighting to keep his hands off of Eddie in public, fighting every urge to not cup his stupidly perfect face and kiss him silly in front of everyone.

He pushed those thoughts away as he made his way to the bar and he leaned over the counter slightly, trying to get the bartenders attention, thinking that he was alone. Or at least out of sight from Eddie. He couldn’t do this. Not sober at least.

“You kept it” Eddie’s voice came from behind him and it took him a moment to realize what he meant. In his weak attempt to get the bartenders attention, his necklace had slipped out from his shirt, revealing the black ring that he normally kept hidden. The ring that Eddie had given him on his 18th birthday all while making a promise that one day he’d replace it an engagement ring. Well, that didn’t happen.

Without answering, Buck tugged his necklace away again, hiding it away from the world just like he’d done with his and Eddie’s relationship for years before they finally broke up when they went off to college.

“Evan” Eddie said in a tone that sounded all too familiar. It’s the same that he had used when he wanted Buck to express what was on his mind.

“You don’t-…you don’t get to call me that anymore” Buck turned to face Eddie, staring into those perfect brown eyes, all while trying to not lose his composure as he took in the beauty of the man in front of him. He had missed so much of Eddie’s life. Eddie had aged so amazingly and Buck hated that all he could see when he looked at Eddie, was all the promises that he was never able to keep.

“Look, I’m sorry-…”

“You’re about 15 years too late with that one, Eddie. And I-I-I” Buck stammered, taking a shaky breath. “I still wear this because unlike you, I keep my promises. But I’m glad you’re happy, I am” The words tasted like poison on his lips and he hated it. “Please just… just leave me alone. I can’t do this with you”

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A birdhouse. What they find is a birdhouse, sealed up in reinforced deepslate. It had not been so much a trail as following Tubbo as he frantically searched various places and their surroundings, and a bit of good luck in that Pac had a spyglass on him. Tubbo leads, Fit guards, and Pac is here because he cannot let anyone suffer the Federation longer than they must.

That it took them this long to notice Philza was missing honestly makes him feel a little sick. A man who claims so many close friends, and still it took 3 days for any of them to notice. Pac wonders - if nobody had seen his own kidnappings, would it taken them as long?

It doesn't really matter. They are here now, and they can only do their best.

It is hard to get inside. Once they do, the place is… beautiful. Full of birds, and vines, and if it were not for something that Pac cannot quite place would look like one of Tallulah's builds.

Tubbo moved first of the three, not nearly as cautious, not scouring for traps as Fir does, or anxiously checking for danger like Pac.

The birdhouse is shaped like an L, part it hidden. As soon as Tubbo sees it, he screams "Phil!" and also vanishes behind the wall.

Pac and Fit do not hesitate. They launch themselves the few steps forwards to see.

Fit yells "shit" and follows Tubbo to the floor.

Pac… Pac takes the moment to look, heart in his throat. There are more birds - hummingbirds - all around, both sat on the floor and caged up above. In the centre is a plinth, and on it a book, an empty shelf on either side.

Philza is curled on the floor before the plinth, surrounded by bloody, torn feathers. Hus wings are even more a mess than before, and it is clear he curls around something.

More worrying - Tubbo is shaking him, yelling and sobbing his name, while Fit taps his cheek and asks for a response. Neither works.

Pac does not know Philza well, but he does know this is bad. It is not a build like any other Federation build, but he knows a torture room when he sees one.

Even one as pretty as this.

"Babygirl," Fit calls him, and Pac flinches. "Can you look at me? You love this shiny head, don't you? Wanna see it?"

Pac shakes himself. He pulls out a sharestone and sets it beside the group, checking over the list of who is online.

No doctors on the island, Philza's other friends offline, nobody like that - just…

Forever's communicator comes online.

Pac does not hesitate to private message him, givinf him the name of the sharestone, and to bring blankets, healing potions, and hot chocolate.

Done, he kneels between Tubbo and Fit, the former sobbing apologies and the other trying again.

"I asked Forever to come with blankets," Pac whispers.

Fit nods, flicking Philza's forehead and finally earning a response.

Philza sluggishly raises his head, empty, dead eyes blinking in Fit's direction. He reaches a hand out, and fails to reach; Pac takes it up, freezing cold.

"There you are," Fit's smile is tense. "Birdbrain got you good, huh?"

They all know it's not birdbrain but shock; the blood all around, the vacant expression… with Philza's arm uncurled, Pac can see what Philza was holding. A ducky floaty, and a red beanie.

He swears.

Fit looks, and swears as well.

Tubbo, seeing them, breaks into sobs.

Pac uses his free arm to pull Tubbo into a hug just as the sharestone whirs.

"Hey Pac, what sort if sleepover needs-" Forever freezes in his words for a moment, before yelling for Philza, and joining the group on the floor.

Forever throws a few splash potions at him, before grabbing the blankets. Pac is somewhat pushed aside but, with the sobbing Tubbo in his arms, maybe that is for the best.

Somehow, Fit and Forever get Philza sitting, while Pac manages to convince Tubbo to breathe. He watches as they convince him to drink a potion, then as he's given the mug of hot chocolate and grasps it in his hands. Philza leans heavily against Fit, but his eyes remain on Forever.

The ducky and the beanie remain firmly in his lap.

"What happened?" Fit speaks for all of them. "Do you remember?"

Philza nods, but it still takes him a while to speak, "I... Here."

Shaking hands draw a book from his inventory, and hand it to Forever.

Forever reads aloud the story of the old crow, and the room is grim.

"But wait," Tubbo finally calms himself enough to pipe up. "The ducky is still in the maze. How's it here too?"

"At least one is a very convincing fake," Fit says. "If not both."

Pac, who has been kidnapped more than anyone else in the room, and has seen another happen, can almost see it play out. His hands shake as he grips Tubbo a little tighter.

"The ducky in the maze," he whispers. "It wasn't about Chayanne; it was about Phil."

"It's so fucking stupid," Philza groans, taking a sip of hot chocolate and earning a little more life. "I should have seen it. Tallulah doesn't write like that, she knows I'm an idiot and has to spell it out. A bit too much sometimes. And Chayanne wouldn't write a book at all, just leave me a scrap with coordinates on, or maybe a trail of potato crates. I just-"

Forever leans over and pulls Philza from Fit's chest to his own, capturing him in a desperate hug, whispering reassurances Pac cannot hear he is sure.

"Fucking Feds." Fit sums up the room.

"It's not your fault," Pac says the words everyone always told him. "The Federation is... too good? at this."

"It's fucked up," Tubbo agrees. "And on Tallulah's birthday? They got you good, man. What if-"

Pac squeezes Tubbo's shoulder, "they are too good at this. It's not Philza's fault."

"Played us like fiddles," Fit agrees. "All of us. Nobody thought the ducky would be about you not Chayanne even after you vanished."

"Do you want to go home?" Forever ignores their conversation. "There's a sharestone; we can get easily back."

Philza shakes his head, his voice breaking as he says "I want my children."

They really should make a bunk room in the Order, Pac thinks, both for situations like this and for when Cellbit is up until the small hours struggling over puzzles.

He does not think of his own son, still missing, and the empty house he, too, must go back to.

With Missa so infrequently there... Does Philza feel the same?

He must do.

An empty house made for a family, haunted by their absence, the eternal knowing you were not enough... Pac built a whole new home on the island, and still cannot escape his family's ghosts. How they can Philza, when he sleeps in his children's bedroom?

"There are still houses in the Favela," Pac says, it the most central place he can think of. "You could go there? We used to stay there all the time; there's space for Tubbo and Fit too."

"You come as well," Fit butts in.

Pac would object, but Philza examines him, then gives an exhausted nod.

"Okay," he merely says.

"We could call Wilbur?" Fit suggests. "Once we're at the Favela. I know its not the eggs, but..."

But, if what he has been told is correct, the fabled Wilbur is one of Philza's children just the same.

Philza nods, and Forever scoops him up. Tubbo scuttles from Pac's grasp to grab the floaty, while Fit passes Pac Tallulah's beanie.

He clings to it, her hat.

Fit gives him a knowing smile and takes his hand. "Favela, then."

"We can invite people to come chill as they get online," Tubbo suggests.

It sounds like a solid enough plan; Philza is already half asleep, and surely someone has enough medical knowledge to check on him? Even if not, the expression of how many people care... It meant a lot to Pac, embarassing as it was. It surely would to Philza too.

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

[7:50] Nakamoto Yuta (smut)

♡ Pairing : Dilf! Nakamoto Yuta x F! Reader

♡ Warnings : Smut Ahead!! Father'sbestfriend! Yuta, aged up! Yuta, spoiled brat! Reader, single! Yuta (if anyone's wondering), corruption kink, nicknames (little one, babygirl, etc.), lots of making out, size kink, my fav sex position written (read to find out hehe), spanking, degradation, daddy kink, dacryphilia kink.

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If you knew you were going to meet your father's best friend at this big business party, you would probably have worn a much sexier dress. But oh well you didn't. Your eyes followed Yuta as you stood next to your dad where he spoke to other high official people. You didn't give a shit about what they were talking about, and you paid zero attention to your surroundings as your mind drifted off to places looking at the older man.

He walked over to you after having caught your dirty look on him, Yuta would lie if he said he didn't want to bend you over and fuck his best friend's daughter mercilessly. Yuta would always catch you giving him those innocent looks, your eyes begging him to fuck you in front of everyone. It was safe to say that, Yuta's night always ended with a good hour in the shower jerking off at the thought of his best friend's daughter.

Your thighs rubbed together and your breath hitched when Yuta walked closer, standing just inches away from you as he spoke to your dad. Your eyes trailed down to his buff chest, and the way his black tuxedo was covering the beauty you wanted to reveal to your eyes. Your eyes travelled up to be met with his plump lips, and you gulped slowly when his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, his saliva getting chapped on his beautiful red lips.

You were quickly pulled out of your thoughts when your father turned in your direction,"Y/n I have to speak to other business officials, behave with Yuta while I'm gone." Your father walked away after receiving a firm nod from you, leaving you with Yuta and suddenly both of you were caught up in thick sexual tension.

Your eyes travelled back to his face only to find his dark eyes pinned on you. Your breath hitched when you felt his eyes scan your body or more like he was stripping you down from your clothes. Yuta had no regret while he eye-fucked you in front of everyone, he smirked when he noticed the way you sucked in a breath and clenched your thighs together.

You almost let out a scream when Yuta's hand pulls you across the room and to a dark corridor. Though you had questions about how he found the but you just brushed away your thoughts quickly. Yuta pushed you against the wall, his hand coming up to grip your chin, you shudder when you feel the way his fingertips graze over your skin.

"Now, little one, why don't we just get to the main topic." You inhaled sharply when his hands grasped your hips, pulling you against him, you could feel his bulge pressing against your abdomen making you gasp loudly. You quickly got over the shock and cupped his face with your hands, you smirked as you pulled him down for a rough kiss. Your lips pursed his, and his hands groped your ass through the velvet dress making you gasp into the kiss and giving him a chance to take the lead in the kiss.

Your lips moved in sync with each other as his tongue trapped yours, and soon his tongue explored every corner of your mouth. No one had ever kissed you so filthily making you crave for more. Your hands grasped his shoulders and your back leaned backwards, hitting the wall as he continued to devour your mouth.

You slowly broke apart after a few seconds to catch a breath, Yuta's fingers grazed over your jaw line, "We shouldn't be doing this, sweetheart." Hearing his sentence you whined loudly making his eyes narrowing at your pathetic state. "B-But you just started it. Now I'm all soaking wet for you." His eyes darken at your sentence as he smirks at you before pulling apart from your figure. "I never leave anything unfinished, princess." Saying that Yuta walked away with a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he left you there all hot and bothered.

You quickly fix your hair and dress before walking back to the room to find Yuta having his wine as he spoke to your father. You rolled your eyes as you took a seat on the nearest chair. Your eyes followed Yuta the whole time and Yuta could make out you were damn angry.

You were currently pressed against the door of your dad's home office, your hands pinned above your head, your back arching into the door as Yuta buried his head in the crook of your neck. His lips left dark trails of hickeys as his tongue licked your bruised part, his hands slowly ripped every piece of clothing on your body. Who knew Yuta's day would turn out to be like this when he was asked to get some documents from his house by your father?

You squirmed in his hold and your thighs rubbed against each other for friction as your hands gripped onto his hair. You gasped loudly when you felt him rip away your panties harshly and his fingers dove into your heat, rubbing circles over your wet pussy. You moaned when you felt one of his fingers slip past your hole, quickly penetrating into you. Yuta smirked against your neck and trailed his kisses down to your abdomen.

You gasped when you felt his plumpy lips suck on your clit, his hand gripped your hips and his tongue licked over your clit. You moaned desperately, letting out a pathetic 'm-more'. Yuta instantly threw your right leg over his shoulder and two more of his fingers slipped into your wet hole. His tongue licked on your pussy feverishly causing him to look like he was starving for days.

His fingers started to thrust at a fast pace making you close your eyes shut as you cried out in pleasure. Tears filled your eyes when you felt his fingers brush over your G-spot causing you to let out a loud phonographic moan. Your hips shudder against his hold while your pussy bursts around his fingers, coating his long slender finger with your cum.

Pulling out his finger, Yuta's lips latched on to his fingers as he licked them clean. He gave you a smirk before rising to his feet, "Told you baby girl, I don't leave things unfinished." Your hair was a complete mess and your eyes had turned hazy when you pulled him down for a rough and passionate kiss. His hands pulled up your legs as you wrapped them around his waist as he took you towards your dad's desk.

Placing you on the desk, his hands tangle themselves with your hair while you slowly unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it away. Your hands made their way to his belt, unbuckling it in a clumsy way. Helping you, Yuta quickly got out of his pants and boxers and threw them on the pile of clothes in the corner, not yet breaking the kiss. Your tongues danced with each other, devouring each other's mouths. You moaned softly when you felt his tip tease at your entrance as you pulled away.

But to your utter shock, Yuta pulled away from your lips making you whine as you pray he's not leaving. You almost shriek when Yuta pulls you onto your feet and turns you around harshly. And before you knew it, you were forced to bend over, and your face was currently pressed against the wooden table as his hand held your neck firmly.

"I'm going to fucking ruin this pussy. Just like how I wanted to." Wetness seeped out of your cunt at his words as you whimpered pushing your ass back into his hips. Yuta's hand comes down to harshly strike against your ass causing you to moan loudly. "Such a slut. You like that don't you?" Hearing just a loud moan from your side, Yuta furrowed his eyebrows as his hands came down to strike at the flesh of your ass again.

"Fucking Answer me." "Y-Yes Daddy." Yuta's hands caressed your red asscheeks before his hand strikes your ass again causing you to moan out loudly. Tears welled up in your eyes and you let out a gasp when you felt him push his length inside you, stretching you completely. You cried out from the burning sensation, "D-Daddy, Too big." Yuta smirked at your words before pulling out a slamming his whole cock back into you causing you jerk forwards.

Tears streamed down your face as your hands held on to the edges of the table, "Well you fucking fit perfectly around my cock princess. Such a tight hole for me." Your moans got louder as he soon rammed his cock into you, his hands momentarily coming down to smack your ass. "Such a fucking filthy slut. Sprawled out for me like my fucking fuck toy."

His hand gripped your left thigh harshly before pulling your leg back a little, giving himself more access to your pussy. His cock hit deep corners in you, he angled his cock to penetrate harshly at your sweet spot. Your moans turned into screams as tears soaked the hard wood of the table. And before you knew it, you were cumming undone around his thick long cock.

Yuta cursed loudly as he fastened his pace, his dick ramming into your cock at an animalistic pace. Yuta suddenly pulled out, and his hand wrapped around his twitching cock as he jerked himself. You gasped when you felt ropes of cum sputtering onto your sweaty back. Your thighs rubbed at each other as you soon came untouched due to the heat of the situation. Your juices seeped out of your used cunt and flowed down your thighs as you raised yourself.

Yuta gave your ass one last spank before pulling you outside of the room. Well now who's going to explain to your dad why it took so long for Yuta to get the documents?

This is like my personal fav now!! Damn I loved writing this man.

[lokisprettygirl]

Brokenhearted (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Modern AU) (18+)

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Chapter 1

Summary: Ever since you met him there was an undeniable attraction between you two but you knew he wasn't the type of man you ever wanted or dreamt of ending up with. He was distant, emotionally unavailable and reclusive. There was something in his past that had destroyed his ability to show love, he was as toxic as he was irresistible and you couldn't stop wanting him no matter how bad he was for you.

Warning: 18+, there's no actual detailed smut scene but they are doing it, dirty words are used in bed (consent is given), Reader almost gets raped, Daemon is a big time smoker so if it's something triggering don't read it, he's not the best boyfriend, alcohol drinking, mention of trauma and therapy, cigarette smoking, possessive behaviour

"Be careful y/n" Your manager Donna said to you so you smiled and wished her goodnight as you hurried out of the restaurant, as a sous chef you normally didn't work past your shift but it was an extremely busy day, the head chef needed you and you were making extra bucks so you weren't really in a position to say no.

It was around 10 at night and you knew you would miss the next bus unless you reached the bus stop in 5 minutes so you turned around and tried to take a shortcut via the alley behind the restaurant. It was never a good idea, your gut feeling warned you but you didn't stop. And you were about to learn a very important lesson.

When you took the first turn to the right you noticed a few men smoking and drinking down there and as soon as they had spotted you they started to talk amongst themselves while they kept their eyes on you, you also saw another man way on the other end of the next turn you had to take but he was all alone, smoking and he had a black hoodie on and the headgear covered half of his face, you weren't really able to make out his features, he was still a few feet away from where you were and unlike these men who screamed trouble he was minding his own business.

"Hey sweetie, how much for the night?" One of the goons commented so you picked up your strides and started to walk a little faster.

"Heyyy come on babygirl, come with us, we will have fun"

Now you felt really scared, you couldn't really turn around now because you knew they were right behind you and you didn't want to show them how unnerved you were feeling, a part of you still felt that these men were just eve-teasing and won't really harm you but truth couldn't have been further from that.

A guy jumped in front of you suddenly as he closed the distance between you two and all of a sudden you felt as if you won't be able to breathe any more, your heart sped up and knees started to buckle. What had you gotten yourself into?

"Let her go mate" you heard a male voice coming from ten feet away, it was deep and raspy, it was the same lonely guy you had seen and he had his attention directed towards you now.

"Hey man you got a problem??" the guy in front of you turned towards the hooded stranger.

"Not really , I'm just asking you all to piss off and let the lady leave" as soon as you heard his voice again you quickly ran towards him and stood by his side, for some reason you felt as if you could trust him, well atleast more than those guys that were clearly trying to hurt you.

"Oh you think you're some kind of hero around here huh?"

Your mystery knight just laughed at the response and then he turned towards you.

"Get out of hereee" he finally pulled his headgear up and you looked into his dark eyes, he took a step back from you and he got frustrated as you still haven't moved from your spot "Get the fuck out lady" he said to you so you immediately turned around and bolted away but as you heard the sounds of those goons attacking him you just couldn't help but turn again, you didn't want anyone to get hurt or killed because of you.

You had your face scrunched in worry because you fully expected to see the guy getting beaten up by all those goons but your eyes widened in surprise as your mystery guy started to punch the shit out of those guys one by one. Almost like a professional fighter.

You were slightly enchanted by his rhythmic moves as he dodged their attacks and then hit them strategically. His hoodie was off now and you could clearly see how jacked he was, the black shirt he had on was clinging to his body and you also noticed how pretty he was in a very untraditional distinctive way. This clearly wasn't the time to think about all that but you couldn't help.

One guy even attacked him with a knife but your knight was faster than him, you watched those goons finally give up and run out of the alley once they realised they weren't winning against him, thankfully they didn't have a gun. You watched as your knight wiped the blood from his lips and combed his hair back with his fingers before he took out another cigarette and started to smoke as if nothing really had happened.

"Do you have a deathwish you foolish girl? I told you to leave" he said as he grabbed his hoodie from the floor and walked past you in a few strides.

"Ummm that was impressive, are you like a boxer or something?" you asked as you walked behind him, his apartment was right around the block and he just wanted to go home now but as he noticed you were trying to talk to him so he stopped walking and turned towards you.

"Taking this route late at night is unwise, you must know that right? You aren't dressed like a street harlot so that means you're just plain stupid aren't you?" You gasped as he insulted you in several different ways. Why was he being so mean?

"First of all I am not stupid, I just didn't want to miss my bus.. and i have a pepper spray" you tried to defend your decision even though you knew you shouldn't have taken this route.

"Oh yeah? And at what point were you going to use it?" He chuckled in an extremely condescending manner, he had a cute smile but you could tell it wasn't genuine. You weren't actually stupid.

"I just wanted to say thank you to you for protecting me ..you are hurt, you should get that checked out" you said softly so he glared at you for a moment before his features softened.

"Don't take this route ever again miss –"

"Y/n.. i work for the restaurant Cuisine waves..on the next block " He nodded as you said that and chuckled before he dragged a puff from his cigarette and turned around to leave.

He didn't even tell you his name, you didn't even know if you'll ever see him again, it was unlikely and almost impossible but you didn't know why you felt so drawn towards him, he seemed so.. broody and broken. Why was he out there, smoking all alone? The worst part was you had missed the bus that you wanted to take so badly that you didn't think even twice before putting yourself in danger.

At night as you laid down in your bed, safe, thanks to the rude mysterious knight you couldn't help but think about the mystery knight, he saved your life, he really did, you didn't even want to think about what could have happened to you if he wasn't there.

At first glance you thought he was just another homeless bum in the alley but he wasn't. You had noticed the British accent as well and you wondered if he was even from NYC.

"Stop thinking moron" you grumbled and tried to fall asleep, but it didn't come easy that night, you kind of felt scared about the situation you had gotten yourself in due to your reckless behaviour, it was traumatizing to think about what could have happened to you tonight. You needed to talk to your therapist about this sooner or later.

Next day the restaurant had a fairly easy day and you couldn't have been happier,

"A Cheese Burger for table 6 and the customer also wants for a chilled beer" the attending waitress Claire said so you nodded and started to prepare the order, once it was done you quickly put the order for the pick up,

"He's so damnn cute" Claire winked at you so you smiled, you didn't really have much today and your shift was almost over so you walked towards the door and peeked to see this supposedly cute guy. For Claire every other guy was cute so you weren't really expecting to see much but your eyes widened in shock as you saw the man from last night, your mystery knight. What was he doing there?

You clearly remembered telling him that you worked here.

He didn't come to see you right? Maybe he just lived nearby.

You didn't want to come across as desperate so you didn't really do anything about it. Once your shift was over you grabbed your bag, changed your clothes and stepped outside the restaurant, on the other side of the street you saw him again. Casually smoking, looking sexy as fuck.

You crossed the road and walked past him, you had no intention of disturbing him again but you stopped in your tracks as you heard his voice,

"You said you worked there" you smiled as he said that. So he was there for you.

"I do..I'm the Sous Chef, Mr. Cheese Burger" you turned around and he just stared at you as he took another drag from his cigarette, he passed the cigarette to you and tilted his head in a way to gesture you to take a hit. You took a few steps closer to him and he smelled so good, a hint of burnt smoke, beer and bergamot.

Taking the cigarette from his fingers you took a drag, perhaps he wasn't really expecting you to accept it because his mouth curved into a smile at the sight.

"You looked like a waitress to me" he looked into your eyes as he said that, you should have been offended by his words but the way he was looking at you so intensely made you feel flushed.

"So what should I call you? Do you have a name or Mr. Cheese Burger is fine?" He chuckled as you said that,

"Daemon..Daemon Targaryen" you nodded as he said that, his face went well with his name. It sounded posh like him.

"How do you make a living Daemon..I'm sure being a hero and protecting women is just a gig you have on the side" you kept your eyes on him as you both passed the cigarette back and forth.

"I have zero interest in being a hero or your hero sweetheart. I just happened to be there by chance. I teach MMA for a living by the way, my work comes in handy sometimes" you smiled as he said that, you weren't wrong about him being a fighter it seems.

"Well I appreciate it anyhow, you saved my life, I owe you one" he snickered again as you said that "I'll see you around…maybe" you turned around as you didn't want to come across as desperate for his attention, even though deep down you clearly were infatuated by him, but then you stopped as you heard his voice again.

"Owe me huh?" You turned to look at him, he was crushing the burnt butt of the cigarette beneath his boot and his eyes were no longer on you. "Wanna have a drink with me?" He finally looked up, and that's when you noticed how he barely had any hair on his brow bone, you didn't understand how a guy looked so strikingly handsome with four hair on his brows.

"Sure" you said before something would make him want to change his mind.

That's how you got to know Daemon Targaryen that night, he was everything you were not, you were needy and clingy while he acted as if he didn't care at all. Throughout the date, if you could call it that, not once he gave you any indication that he actually wanted to be there with you but at the same time every time he looked at you he burned you with deep sense of arousal, he looked at you as if he wanted to devour you. He wasn't trying to impress you at all like those other guys but maybe that's why you were getting so hooked onto him.

You weren't the type of girl to bed a man on the first date but you allowed him to take you home and he was very clear about his intentions,

"This is how it's going to be, you hear me darling? Don't get your emotions involved, I don't do that shit" he whispered against your mouth as he kissed you. After a few drinks you had ended up in his apartment and then in his bed, you weren't drunk or out of your mind so you knew you wanted him and he clearly wanted to fuck you.

"Yes sir"

"Good girl" when he took his shirt off you noticed every little scar on his body and there were many, your fingers immediately itched to touch the longest one of them on his right shoulder blade but he grabbed your hand and placed them over your head swiftly as if he was worried your touch would open those wounds again.

There was something wrong with him, something so broken and you wanted to figure him out like a piece of puzzle, you wanted to know why he was the way he was but everytime you even tried he distanced himself further. He'd leave you but then he'd come back and somehow you kept falling into his arms and his bed, over and over again, you kept falling in love with him. He was irresistible, like a moth to a flame you only got closer to him so he'd burn you more and more, even though you knew this wasn't what you needed in life.

You wanted a partner who'd take and give emotional affection and sometimes you did think he cared more than he showed but then he'd suppress it all again and the cycle continued.

"Fuck yeah…keep going pleaseee" you moaned in his ears as he thrusted in and out of you. He had you pressed against the wall and you just wanted him to keep going,

"Ohhh yeahhh? Want me to keep going? Then take that cock you fucking slut…take it" he cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately, sex was the only time when he showed you the least bit of affection but even then he fused his tender actions with rough words, all consented but you always felt as if he was scared of being hurt if he was to show you how he actually felt about you.

He told you it was just physical then why did he continue to see you again and again? If he didn't want to be yours then why you were the only one he was dating?

Both of you were in the club celebrating your birthday and he was there too, sipping on his drink and smoking on his cancer stick as he watched you move on the dance floor with your friends.

He wasn't fair to you, he knew that, he never wanted to get hooked to the way you melted in his arms but he couldn't help it, he felt helpless, he wanted to run far away from you and he even tried to do so but he failed every fucking time. He wanted to keep coming back to you as long as you'd tolerate him and he'd continue to do so for as long as you'd take his shitty behaviour.

He saw you walking towards him so he pretended to turn away as if he was never doting on you from the distance,

"Heyyyy Cheese Burger..Dance with me" he chuckled as you said that,

"Demanding today are we?" He said as he sipped on his drink, you looked at him up and down, he had a pastel shirt on with a loose fancy pair of pants, a long chain adorned his thick muscular neck, he was very sexy, both in and out of his clothes, you had seen both and you had seen it a plenty of times in the past few months.

"Well it's my birthday"

"You know I don't dance" you smiled as he said that but you grabbed his hand anyways to pull him on the dance floor. He groaned but for once he didn't protest. It was your birthday and making you cry tonight wasn't something he wanted to do.

He just moved against you slowly not really putting much effort into the act of dancing, he wished he was fucking you instead, his hands stayed on your hips as you grinded against him shamelessly. His eyes glanced over to the guy that kept staring at your behind, the dress you had on perfectly accentuated your curves.

"What are you looking at?" You giggled as you followed his eye line and noticed the guy behind you,

"You know that rat faced twat back there?" He asked you so you shook your head.

"Can't say that I do" you smirked and he placed his fingers on your chin to make you look up at him before he kissed you and he kissed you so deeply, tongue and all, as if he was trying to send a message that you belonged to him. Daemon wasn't an irrational guy, he didn't get jealous often, this wasn't supposed to be that type of relationship as he always told you but for some reason he couldn't tolerate how that guy was looking at you so brazenly.

He didn't do anything though, he let it go, he kept his cool and his hands to himself but then that guy bumped into you on purpose and made a nasty comment about your body..

"Shouldn't have done that –" you weren't even done speaking to that arse before your boyfriend had dragged him by the collar to take him outside of the club and then proceeded to beat the hell out of him, you had to get in between him and the guy just to get him under control, you feared someday his anger would get the worst of him and he'd kill someone. Perhaps he already had, if someone had told you that you'd believe them in an instant.

He took you home that night and fucked you million ways to Sunday but as his hunger was finally sated he got up, pulled out a pack of cigarette and left you all alone on the bed to smoke the night away.

Daemon Targaryen wasn't exactly normal, he was torned and broken, and he was selfish to his core, there was something in his past that kept him on edge all the time, there was something that made him afraid of falling in love again, something that made him want to detest physical affection and he had been like this for seven years now. He was waiting for you to give up on him like those other girls did that he had casually dated before you, he deserved that too. But the moment he had met you in that alley he knew you'd end up becoming the bane of his existence and you'll be the one to make him face his fears again, the truth of his past was just waiting to be uncovered.

He just hoped you'd be willing to stay by his side once you had him all figured out, he hoped you'd be willing to be completely his even though he feared he'd never love you the way you deserve to be loved. He knew he'd never truly love anyone again.

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Note : I'm thinking of writing 4-5 parts to this depending if anyone wants it. Gotta say I am enjoying writing about him.

[navstuffs]

saving your babygirl leon kennedy (gn!reader, mention of violence, injuries, whumpee!leon, cursing)

Leon Kennedy felt another punch across his face, his cheek burning. His captors have been trying to get information out of him for minutes, or it could have been hours. He doesn't know. Leon could feel the blood drip into the floor, his arms and legs tied around the chair.

"It is really a pity we have to hurt your pretty face, Mr. Kennedy," One of his captors says, with a fake sad tone.

"Well, I still got other charms like my insane sense of humor and a good smile."

His captors give humorless laughs, one of them approaching him with a knife. Even Leon had to admit that it was a hot and sharp bowie knife.

"Nice knife. Where did you get it?" 

"What if we start by ripping off your tongue?" The man with a knife threatens, dangling the blade in front of his face. "Or maybe one of your eyes?"

"I guess I could live without an eye, but the tongue not so much, since a man got eat—" THUD! Another punch, this time directed to Leon's stomach, completely taking all of the air from his lungs. 

"Shit..." Leon groans as he curls up in pain, his eyes wandering to the floor with drops of his blood. He wonders how long he could keep those two idiots entertained.

Until the others can escape.

Until you escape, his heart reminds him.

He feels his heart beating fast when one of the men lifts his head, pressing the blade against his cheek and grabbing his chin roughly.

"We decided your tongue. Also, pardon my friend, who doesn't have a medical degree. So hold still."

Shit, shit! If his legs were at least free, maybe he could bump his head against the guy with a knife. He can't even move properly, the ropes are tight, not letting him move. Leon tries to shake his head, but the other goon keeps his head still.

"Oh, please, not the tongue! He can do wonders with it!"

A new voice exclaims from the open door, and a wave of relief washes over Leon. It is you, your eyes glowing with anger in the darkness, a gun in your hands. The guy with a knife charges in your direction, and you waste no time shooting him in his left leg, causing him to drop screaming in pain. 

Next, you give a strong kick to the man holding Leon, enough to make him fall to his head on the floor, unconscious or dead. You don't seem to care. You sigh, giving a look of pure hatred and disgust toward both of them. For an instant, Leon thought you would kill him, and deep down, he wants you to do it.

The moment passes, and you dash toward Leon, kneeling before him. It breaks your heart to see Leon like this. You want to blame yourself for allowing Leon to serve as bait, for not getting to him sooner, while you cut the ropes off.

"Sorry, it took me so long. Bastards hid you down here. Are you okay?"

"I am...fine."

Leon feels your hands patting, searching for any sign of injury on the rest of his body. The ropes finally fall, though Leon doesn't get up from the chair. You groan when you realize they only focused on Leon's face.

"Are you sure you are okay, babygirl?"

You gently hold his face in your hands when he doesn't answer. You want Leon to understand he is safe now, his blue eyes looking everywhere except at you. You think you can see tears in his eyes as Leon looks down at your feet.

"Leon, are you okay?"

He sniffles, cleaning any tears that might attempt to fall. You help him stand, although Leon doesn't need to, your eyes focused on him, worried.

"I am alright."

"I can still kill them if you want me to."

"Let's just go. Your babygirl needs you."

"All that you need."

my leon's masterlist

[buckgasms]

Hey love! So I’m thinking about Daddy!Bucky and how his princess would deal with him being away on a work trip, and what about when he comes home??

PLEASE feel free to make it as FILTHY as possible 😌

Hi my darling 😚 thank you for your message and your wonderful question 🩷

Well they would both be absolute miserable messes because they are both in denial about how co-dependent they are 🥲

I think there would be an enormous amount of things that would have to happen before Bucky even considers leaving his Princess for a few nights.

He'd make sure someone was there with you during the day to keep you company, probably Natasha or Wanda as you feel safer around them both alone and also they are badasses that adore you with all their hearts.

As he usually does, he leaves you a long list of tasks to complete in his absence and he expects you to take lots of pretty pictures to show him you've done them.

On the first day you send him pictures of the lovely food you eat, trying on dresses at a shop with Wanda and getting your nails done. It doesn't seem to bad, just like he's got a busy day of work and you are busy elsewhere. Wanda keeps you busy and has been given full use of the company card to spoil you as much as possible.

🎀

But by the time evening slips around and you are getting ready for bed you feel a terrible ache in your chest. You go into the bedroom and suddenly the bed looks absolutely enormous. You set up your laptop and video call Bucky.

"Hi Babygirl" he coos as you wave shyly at his picture, wishing more than ever you could bury your face in his hairy chest that you can see.

"Are you busy Daddy?" You pout a little and fiddle with your dress. He smiles softly and tells you about his day away from you. It all seems pointless and boring to you. No reason for him to be away from you for something like that. You chat to him for a long while, feeling both sated and aching for him all in one go.

"Pretty girl? You aren't dressed for bed... why don't you get undressed for me hmm? Show daddy what he's missing." You smile and flush at his growly voice, sliding off the bed and moving the laptop so he can watch you change.

You slip your dress off your shoulders and let it drop to the floor. As you watch him, you see his hand move and his cock fills the screen, his hand squeezing and stroking as you undress. You giggle at him as your bra comes undone and you skip your underwear down to the floor.

"Fuck baby... So pretty hmm?" He voice fills the room and makes you shiver with delight. He directs your movements, turning this way and that, coming closer, bending, touching. After only a short while you were both reaching a climax, enraptured by the image of the other.

You crawl into bed and drag the laptop over to look at him, feeling sad again. "I miss you Daddy.... Why aren't you here? Can't sleep without you..."

He sighs and gives you a gentle smile again, "I'm sorry baby, just close your eyes and I'll stay here until you fall asleep."

You mumble that you won't be able to but soon you're drifting off to sleep, knowing at least he's close by.

🎀

He's away for two more nights, and by the end of each day you are more pouty, mopey and sad than the last. By the end of the last day, you are actively welling up as you wait for him to answer the video call.

But he doesn't answer. You try again and nothing. You're mind races. What if he's hurt? Or if he forgot about you? Or he can't be bothered. You sob and try to find your phone, maybe you can reach him that way?

Great heavy sobs break your chest, you need Bucky. Not on a screen, not a voice in your ear. You need him holding you close, kissing you, touching you. You crawl up to the bed and collapse, like a Disney princess, sobbing into your pillow, body shuddering.

You feel the bed dip behind you and strong warm arms cover you. "It's ok baby girl. I'm here. Daddy's got you sweetheart." You roll over and gasp between sobs as Bucky's gentle, concerned face fills your vision. You collapse into another wave of emotion, wrapping your arms around his neck and breathing in his smell.

When your sobs calm down he moves you, laying you back on the pillow and hovering over you. He looks tired, his stubble grown but he's happy.

"You're.... You... You came back early?" You stuttered and he pressed a kiss to your wet cheek.

"Of course baby. I couldn't stand to be away from my Princess, and I get the feeling it might have been a little hard on you, by yourself." You shrug, pretending bit to know what he means, as your fingers trace over his face, following the line from his eyebrows, to his cheek, lips and chin.

"I think I was handling it...fine" you said and he chuckled. "Sure you were baby... You're such a good girl hmm?"

He leans forward and presses kisses to your cheek down to your neck. "But I missed my girl, so I need to have a taste... If that's ok with you?"

You let out a giggle as he tugs at your little outfit and removes it from you with the impatience of a man who has been starved for days. In moments you are both undressed, and he is lining up his cock at your entrance. "Always ready for me aren't you pretty baby?" He strains as he enters you in a quick, smooth thrust. You let out a long moan as your hands wrap around his body, keeping him close.

His kisses are urgent and desperate, matching your need for him. He moves back, pinning your hands above your head before increasing his pace and speed.

"Fuck princess, been using my fist these last few days just ain't cut it. Nothing on earth like this perfect cunt. Made for me weren't you sweetheart?" You can only whine and wail as he fills you up, using a free hand to rub your clit and drag you towards your peak. "Daddy.... Daddy mmm'gonna..." You pant and beg as your walls flutter around him.

"It's ok baby, you can come now. My needy little slut, come for me. Got plenty more for you. Gonna fuck you all night..." He growls and leans down, biting your lips before kissing you hard. One final deep thrust has your orgasm ripping through you, walls fluttering and squeezing you him like a vice. He groans a long deep sound as he fills you up and sinks his body down to trap yours.

"God I missed you Princess" he moans against your skin as you giggle and wrap your arms around him again.

"Missed you too Daddy..."

[anakin-pilled]

SILVER SPRINGS (Lo'ak x Fem! Reader)

pairing: lo'ak x fem! reader

wordcount: 7.6k

warnings: angst, fandom cliches, amateur writing, bantering, unrequited love (?), complex family dynamics, A LOT OF CLICHES IM SORRY, bad pacing (my bad bro idk how to pace a story im new to this), not sure what else as this is pretty tame

rating: SFW! though my blog is 18+ because i interact with nsfw content, anyone can technically read this?

taglist: @teyamsatan

author's note: okay hi this is my first fanfic that i've ever written before? not counting fanfics i wrote in middle school anyway i got the idea for this fanfic after listening to silver springs by fleetwood mac and i was so obsessed with this idea that i had to make it come true? im a huge neteyam girly so this is a shocker that my first fic ever is about lo'ak (he's my babygirl, just not the LOML like neteyam). uhhh im only familiar with academic writing and this is my first time EVER dipping my toe into the waters of creative writing so pls bear with me if this is not perfect. i actually think this is quite flat and tbh i hate the pacing like its actually awful and there is so much room for improvement, but hey what can i do? IM A NEWBIE AT THIS!! with that being said, if you do decide to read, please treat me with some grace because i am sensitive and i did this purely for fun!!! i know my lo'ak stans are starving for fics and im here to deliver!!!! i am not a professional or seasoned writer by any means but i really tried my best to create something enjoyable ): i don't know why this ended up being so long but it did and there WILL be a part two, i already have it outlined. SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, here is my first avatar fanfiction!!

proofread and edited but i got lazy toward the end LOL if you see any mistakes, please tell me kindly <3

You could be my silver spring

Blue-green colors flashin'

I would be your only dream

Your shinin' autumn ocean crashin'

The forest blended into a mixture of vibrant colors as you ran away from the incoming threat. Beautiful shades of blue, green, and purple passed around you. The feeling of the bare ground, soft and pliant from the morning dew, normally imbued you with a sense of stability and peace. As long as your feet were on the ground and connected to Ewya’s bountiful moon, you knew everything would be alright. However, this time, the feeling of the bare ground underneath your feet felt the opposite of stable and peaceful. The ground served as a reminder of how much longer you had to run until you reached the safe confines of the Omitikaya clan. 

You stopped running with a quick halt. Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to catch your breath. The beads in your hair clacked together in a cacophony as you looked around in different directions. The sun broke through the tree canopy and highlighted the forest like a kaleidoscope. Swish. You quickly turned your head to the other side to catch sight of what made the noise but all you could see was the rustling of the bush–as if whatever you were looking for was looking for you too before running off. Without a second to spare, you dashed in the direction of the village. But you only made it a few feet ahead of you before you were tackled by something heavy and shoved to the forest ground.

“I win.” said the voice from above in a triumphant, but annoying, manner. 

“You got to be faster than that, ‘eylan.” As you shaded your eyes with your hand, you were met with the illuminating picture of Lo’ak on top of you. The sun shone above on Lo’ak and cast him in beautiful rays of light. He looked like an angel–like a celestial being sent straight from Ewya’s heart and into your eyesight. Though you have never seen an angel, Norm described them as ethereal and pure religious beings. And at this moment, Lo’ak was an angel. 

“Get off me, fatass.” You said as you pushed Lo’ak weight off your body. You secretly loved the weight of his body on yours and how it radiated a warmth that hugged your body and soul. Lo’ak rolled off with ease and laid next to you on the foliage. “Hey! No need to insult me because you lost yet another round of hunter and prey.” 

Hunter and prey. A game that all Omitcayan children played growing up. And though you and Lo’ak were no longer children, you continued to play this game. Lo’ak claims it’s a great way to burn energy and let loose. You suspected he liked playing so often because it allowed him to avoid whatever daily chores his father, the Olo’eyktan, assigned him. And while you could think of better ways to spend your time, you indulged in Lo’ak’s childish whims because it brought him happiness. What type of best friend would you be if you didn’t? 

“I’m not insulting you because I lost. I could care less about losing,” You explained. “I’m insulting you because tackled me to the ground and put your entire weight on my body. Lay off the yovo fruit and I might insult you less.” 

Lo’ak scoffed at your response and stuck his tongue out in a mocking manner. “You mean the yovo fruit that Spider and I specifically collected because you asked for it? Yeah, I got put on ikran pen duty for a week after that since we missed curfew.” 

You simply rolled your eyes and aimed your middle finger at Lo’ak. Yeah, you definitely spent way too much time around Lo’ak. 

You both basked in the sun and listened to the sound of the forest: your home, your comfort place, the lifeline of the People. You thanked Eywa every day for the forest and the way it provided for you endlessly–from the delicious yovo fruit, to the medicinal herbs, fauna, and everything in between. There was a gentle rustle in the air as it approached low afternoon. If closed your eyes and listened hard enough, you could hear the faint buzz of the insects and the leaves fluttering. 

As you turned on your side to face Lo’ak, you noticed he still had his eyes shut. Your eyes raked over his stripes–the stripes that would forever be engrained in your brain–and focused on the armband that fits snugly on his upper arm. The weaved armband was made out of dried, violet stalks from the tstxa'a plant and braided into a traditional, intricate Omatikayan pattern. You added tiny clay beads that you hand-molded and painted a color very similar to a marigold–you captured copious amounts of juice from the banana fruit just to have enough pigment to create a dye. A small smile appeared on your face as you recall how long it took you to make the armband. 

Your eyes slowly made their way toward his face. They widened as they realized Lo’ak’s eyes were open and staring at you too. The air was charged with tension as you both continued to stare at each other in silence. 

You and Lo’ak always had this weird ability to communicate through eye contact alone. Your friendship, which was forged in childhood, ran so deep that words failed to represent what your eyes could. He was your other half as much as you were his. In these small moments of intimacy, you remember just how much you love Lo’ak. There was an unspoken bond between you two–a bond that went beyond friendship and teetered on the edge of romantic love. And while it was undeniable that there was something more happening between the two of you, your relationship stayed on that flimsy edge. 

“What are you thinking about,” you whispered in a tone so soft that it reached Lo’ak ears like a tender caress. 

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking,” Lo’ak replied with a teasing lilt in his voice and a glitter in his amber eyes. While everyone in the Omatikaya clan had the same shades of bright, yellow eyes, you thought Lo’ak had the prettiest. You raised the muscle on your face, where your eyebrows would have been if you had, and furrowed your forehead in suspicious knowing. 

“Thinki-” “I’m thinking about how funny it would be if I beat your ass in another round of hunter and prey! Last one to the village has to take over foraging duty!,” Lo’ak shouted with a boyish smile as he got up quickly and ran in the direction of his kelku.  

You got up from the lush grass and ran after him with another exacerbated breath.

The day drawled along as you patrolled the forest for the dandetiger tree. You looked for its long, azure leaves and armored trunk. As a healer in training, you were tasked by Mo’at to look for the tree for samples of the resin-like substance that it leaked. The sticky substance was extremely helpful to the Omatikaya clan in many ways as it behaved like an adhesive. It was especially important to healers as they used the dangetiger tree as part of treating wounds and ensuring bandages stuck and protected healing wounds. The healing hut ran low on its supply, thus you found yourself wandering through the forest. Kiri offered to accompany you, but you could tell she rather focus on perfecting the paste she was mixing. A major perk of being best friends with Lo’ak is that you also became close with his family and found a small niche within the Sully family.

You were an extension of Lo’ak, but also the opposite of him in some ways. Whereas Lo’ak was more energetic and impulsive, you were calmer and sensical. You both balanced each other perfectly; you were the yin to his yang. While Lo’ak’s nature often got him in trouble with his family, namely his father and older brother, you loved his high energy and zest for life. Sure, he could use more pragmatism in his daily thinking, but you saw Lo’ak’s personality as a blessing more than a hindrance, especially in times of war and destruction. If Lo’ak was your sun, then you were his moon–stable and outer-worldly. You were unwavering. Your nurturing nature and kind soul always amazed Lo’ak, even in the worse of times, you took it upon yourself to think and act as an optimist. You carried yourself with a sense of dignity that Lo’ak wishes he could replicate.

Though none of you ever admitted it out loud, you and Lo’ak knew that you loved each other in a way that best friends didn’t.

Despite your differences, you both had a passion for exploring and adventure. If Lo’ak went anywhere, you followed. And if he got in any trouble, you were only a few steps behind him. While Lo’ak intention for mischief was partially caused by the motivation to piss off his father, you believed that Eywa made Pandora for the purpose of exploring. Why would she make Pandora so magnificent and rich in life if not to experience every single crevice, nook, and cranny of it? While the forest would always be your home and the place you want to spend the rest of your life in, you could not deny the appeal of a nomadic lifestyle like the Olangi clan. However, with the return of the sky people on Pandora, your exploring had been cut to a short. Unable to venture into the unknown parts of the forest, the parts that resulted in a scolding or two from both your mom and Mr. Sully, you were forced to stay within the clan’s boundary lines.

Your thoughts were cut short as your heard movement in the background. The bag on your shoulder was discarded to the ground as you took out your bow and arrow. You were no warrior, but you begged Lo’ak to teach you enough to be able to defend yourself. Any Na’vi should know this little. You prayed to Eywa that it wasn’t a palulukan, or worse—a sky demon. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of your face as you aimed your bow in the direction of where you heard the noise. You aimed at the bushes before letting your final finger release the bow.

“Relax, syulang! It’s just me, Lo’ak!,” he said as he came out from the bushes of loreyu and walked to where you were standing. “Lo’ak,” you huffed with annoyance in your voice. “Don’t scare me like that, you skxawng! I was really focused on finding a dandetiger tree. Tsahik’s orders. What are you even doing here? I thought you were training with your father.”

“Lo’ak,” you huffed with annoyance in your voice. “Don’t scare me like that, you skxawng! I was really focused on finding a dandetiger tree. Tsahik’s orders. What are you even doing here? I thought you were training with your father.” 

As Lo’ak walked closer to you, you noticed the downturn expression on his face. Your immediate heart softened. He must have had another fight with his father, you thought to yourself. Lo’ak turned his face toward yours and you saw the unshed tears in his eyes that threatened to fall any second now.

“I, uh, I was training with my father until we got into a fight and I stormed off,” he said with a shaky breath. You could tell Lo’ak was trying to keep his composure, not wanting to show that vulnerable side he desperately tries to hide away. Yet, you knew better than that. Every time Lo’ak tried to shut down and hide his emotions, you came running after him and knocked down the fragile walls he built around himself. The walls were fragile because Lo’ak knew he would and could never shut you out completely. He took a deep, shaky breath before continuing, “I’m just so sick of it. He expects me to be this perfect son and soldier all in one, but I’m not Neteyam. I’m just Lo’ak.”

You always thought Lo’ak was the most complex person you ever met. He was the second-born son of the revered Toruk Makto and mighty Palulukun Makto. But, Lo’ak was so much more than that to you. He was more than both of his parents. Though he would never admit it, Lo’ak was a lost soul. Not quite like Neteyam, the mighty warrior and dutiful son, or the spiritual Kiri who was literally like Ewya’s disciple. Hell, even everyone knew Tuk would grow into a fine, strong-spirited woman! Lo’ak didn't know where he fit in his family. Of course, the Sully family loved him, and Lo’ak loved his family just as much. But that still didn’t stop the gnawing, deep feeling in Lo’ak’s subconscious from telling him that he would never amount to greatness like the rest of his family. You wished Lo’ak wouldn’t be so hard on himself because you also had a deep feeling in your subconscious that Lo’ak was destined for greatness–the feeling was embedded so deep in your bones that you would bet your left on it. 

“I know that I’m a fuck up.” 

“You’re no-”

“It’s okay, syulang. I know I’m a fuck up. I can see it in the tribes’ faces every time they hear my father lecture me, or worse, hear Neteyam lecture me. I can see it in my fathers’ eyes and in the way the rest of my family pities me.”

“Your family doesn’t pity you, Lo’ak. If anything, they pity the way your father has been forced into this weird dichotomy of the punisher and protector ever since the sky demons returned and how it’s taken an effect on your relationship,” you tried to explain as sweetly as possible. 

You took a step closer to Lo’ak and examined his face. Though his tears had dried and his eyes were now puffy, you could still tell there was a great sadness within him. You wished you could take all his pain and suffering so he didn’t have to. 

“I don’t know who I am besides the fuck up, or the troublemaker. I feel like my entire existence is defined by all the things I am not. Defined by the way I’m different from Neteyam or Kiri. I want to be defined by who I am, but I don’t even know who that is most of the time,” said Lo’ak. “I try so hard, but it is never enough to satisfy my father. Or myself. I feel this heavy pressure in my chest and no matter what I do to relieve it, it stays. If I am not meant to be the next Olo’eyktan or the next Tsahik, then who am I meant to be? Sure–I am training to become a warrior, but I’m not sure if this is something I want or if it is a role I am forced into. I know I’m impulsive and reckless and irresponsible, but I try so hard, but what if that isn’t enough to look over all my flaws and mistakes?”

You moved even closer and tucked one of Lo’ak’s front braids behind his ear. You always loved his hair like this. It suited his face so well. His braids were adorned by various beads, each with its own significance and memory attached to them. The beads he wore today were a pretty amethyst color. Your mind quickly flashbacked to the day you both created the matching beads. You both swam all day in one of the forest’s ponds trying to find the purple stones underwater so you could both craft new beads. Lo’ak almost passed out from lack of air twice and your hair was so tangled by the end of the day that it took your mother three hours to undo the gnarly knots. It was totally worth it, however, because you gained new accessories and memories to match. But before you could let yourself get too far away in the past, you shifted your attention towards Lo’ak and began to speak.

“I see you, Lo’ak. I see all of you. I know that you feel like a lost soul and that you get too caught up in comparing yourself to the rest of your family. And I truly wished you didn’t compare yourself to others so much because you are so special.” Lo’ak’s face grew warm at your words. Before he could respond, you interrupted him and continued to talk. “You feel like you are too different from your family and think you do not fit in, but you do! You are the light of your family; you bring laughter and happiness. The Sully dynamic would not be the same without you–it would be too serious and no one would have fun! Lo’ak, you have a strong heart like your father. Even though you could use some impulse control, I know you never have ill intentions. We are still so young and have so much more maturing to do. Do not let yourself be defined by the mistakes of your past. Mistakes are bound to happen–they are as natural as birth and death. You’re the light of my life too. Without you, there is no one else in this clan that could make me smile as much as you do. No one to explore with and quench our thirst for curiosity. You say that you are impulsive, but there is too much excitement in your body to contain it. I love seeing your excitement and wander–it is a reminder of Pandora’s goodness and the way Eywa intended us to live. You are not irresponsible, you are just learning along the way like we all are. There is no one like you, and my heart is torn because you do not see yourself in the same way. I pray to Eywa that you could see yourself through my eyes.” You then placed one hand on Lo’ak’s chest, right above his heart.

“​​Nga yawne lu oer, Lo’ak.” There was no going back now. You said it–the words that would either be fatal to your soul or make your heart sore higher than the Hallejuah Mountains. And though there was a risk of Lo’ak rejecting you completely, you jumped off the fragile cliff that your friendship lived on. All the intimate moments, the knowing smiles, and the lifetime of shared memories led you to this moment. 

A moment of silent pass as you waited for Lo’ak’s response to your confession. Lo'ak did not expect you to confess, but he knew at some point it was bound to happen. Just not right now, under these cruel circumstances, in a time of devastation.

You shouldn’t have confessed. Lo’ak wasn’t ready for it.

The look in your eyes was so sincere and so full of unconditional love. You are the only person who could truly see Lo’ak for everything that he is and everything he was meant to become. The light hit your eyes in the right way and Lo’ak could swear they were glittering. Ewya blessed her with both heart and beauty, he said in his head. Lo’ak could only stare as he still reeled from your heartfelt speech. He wasn’t an idiot—Lo’ak knew that there was a special chemistry between him and his best friend. And he also knew that it was the type of chemistry that only two people in love have. Lo’ak has known ever since he was a small child that you were his endgame. Your years spent together only solidified his hypothesis. 

Life on Pandora could be unforgiving and unrelenting, but you were the complete opposite. You were forgiving, always ready to accept Lo’ak back into your arms and heart after every mistake he made. Though these mistakes were rarely made towards you, you still welcomed him every time. You were always there for him. But, Lo’ak didn’t fall in love with you because of the fact you were always there for him. It did play a big part, but Lo’ak knew that would be a selfish reason for falling in love. Instead, Lo’ak fell in love with you because you were…well, you. You were kind and always treated your fellow clan members with the utmost consideration and respect. You were perceptive, never wanting to misconstrue a situation and analyzing all nuances before speaking on something. Because of this, everything you said or did was genuine. Lo’ak loved this the most about you. Where Lo’ak felt everyone in the clan (excluding his family and Spider) give him fake niceties, you were 100% authentic towards him. You never condescendingly spoke to him or treated him like a chore that had to be put up with. Compassion and understanding were what you treated Lo’ak with. These are all things he rarely experienced with other Na’vi. Yet, you also weren’t afraid to call out Lo’ak on his bullshit and humble him. You somehow balanced outspokenness and tenderness all at once. This lit a fire in Lo’ak soul.

This thought both excited and scared him. The thought of loving someone unconditionally, and being loved unconditionally, seemed like something too good to be true. Only something reserved for people who deserved it. Lo’ak knew you deserved unconditional love, but it couldn’t be with him. Despite everything you said about him and the way it almost glued together his broken self-esteem, Lo’ak could not return your confession in good consciousness. It’s not that Lo’ak didn't love you–hell, he loves you more than anyone or anything on this moon! But, his insecurities would not allow you to love him or allow him to love you. He didn’t deserve to love or be loved, not when his insecurities kept up awake at night, taunting his brain with “You’ll never be good enough” or “You’re a failure of a son and brother.” You deserved better than Lo’ak and all of his broken parts. You needed someone who was the best–someone like Neteyam, but not Neteyam himself because that would be the final nail in Lo’ak’s coffin. Lo’ak knows his recklessness, impulsivity, and natural gravitation toward the unknown was acceptable because he is young. These may be the traits you love about Lo’ak now, but he knows very well these are the same traits that can make you fall out of love with him too. After all, you won’t be young forever and it won’t be cute forever. But what if he never grows out of this? What if this is who he is meant to be? No, Lo’ak would not subject you to this fate. 

And so, for once in his life, Lo’ak let fear take over his decision. Your face morphed into an expression of shock and confusion before settling on a still face.

“I am sorry, syulang. I can’t do this right now.” 

You watched Lo’ak retreat from the spot you both stood in. What the fuck just happened?

You spent the next few days in a strange haze as you processed what happened between you and Lo’ak. At first, you were angry. How could Lo’ak just leave you hanging like that? For Ewya’s sake, he could have said anything else and it would have been a better response than what he said. You laid your fucking heart out on your sleeve, waiting for Lo’ak to take it and claim it forever. After your initial response to the situation, you started to worry. Maybe you misinterpreted your relationship. What if Lo’ak didn’t love you and you just thought he did because of how close you were? No, that didn’t sound right. You knew Lo’ak loved you too. Not even in a delusional way to comfort yourself, but there was no denying you both loved each other. Did you just confess at the wrong time? Perhaps it would have been better if you confessed when Lo’ak wasn’t fighting with his father. But, you didn’t even mean to confess! Well, you did mean to confess but not at that exact moment. You were trying to comfort Lo’ak and reassure him that he was wrong, that someone could love him. It just seemed like the right thing to say. What if it wasn’t? What if it overwhelmed Lo’ak and pushed him away? Now you felt like the jerk for confessing at such a moment. But Lo’ak was a jerk too for just leaving you! You really wished you could talk to him, or that he would talk to you, but the timing was horrible. The war party went out a few days ago, and it was Lo’ak’s first time joining the mission. But of course, things never go as planned. Over-enthusiasm from Lo’ak’s and an injured Neteyam caused Mr. Sully to put Lo’ak on lockdown for the last few days. This was the first day Lo’ak was allowed some freedom to explore, that’s what Kiri told you before she left with her brother, Spider, and Tuk. You wanted to join them in their adventure today, but you were still reeling from your last conversation with Lo’ak and decided it would be better to stay in the village. You needed one more day to unscramble your thoughts before approaching him.

The tension between you and Lo’ak had been festering, but it quickly came to a stop once you saw him walk back into the village with his entire family. Jake and Neytiri walked walk in front of their children with heavy looks on their faces. Jake looked angry, yet worn at the same time. His mouth was pressed in a tight line and the wrinkles in his forehead looked more apparent than they ever have before. Neytiri walked beside Jake with Tuk’s hand in hers in a tight grasp, as if she never wanted to let her baby go ever again. Her expression was harder to read, but you could tell the tsakarem was worried by her stiff posture. Kiri trailed behind her parents with a slouchy form and arms across her torso. She looks dejected. And finally in the back were Neteyam and Lo’ak. Spider was nowhere to be seen, which you found odd as he went with the rest of the Sully children into the forest, but you assumed he must have gone back to the human outpost before curfew. 

I wonder what happened. Something must have happened if the entire family walked in like that. 

Jake and Neytiri quickly made their way to their kelku and closed the opening flaps before any of their children could come in. The Sully children then made their way toward the side of their kelku and leaned forward on their hands as they attempted to listen to their parent's conversation. You wanted to make your way towards them and figure out what the hell happened. Just as you were about to walk over to them, Lo’ak turned around and his eyes scanned the village as if he were looking for something or someone. Lo’ak’s eyes then met yours and with a small nod, you understood what he was trying to say. Later. At our spot. 

Your stomach turned to bubbles as a feeling of cold anxiety washed over your body. You weren’t sure if it was because of Lo’ak or something else, but you knew whatever it was, it was not good. 

Lo’ak was already sitting on the bioluminescent forest floor when you arrived at the small clearing which was designated as our spot. It was a hidden clearing–away from any of the main trails and hunting and gathering spots that the clan used. You first found the clearing one day after playing a round of hunter and prey with Lo’ak and Spider. 

Flashback

You were both 12 years old. Your hair was cut in a sharp, shoulder-length bob because you claimed long hair only got in the way. A bright orange and yellow ombre feather decorated the underside of your hair. A simple beige-toned weaved top and matching ‘tewng adorned your small body as you ran away from Lo’ak. He loved playing the role of hunter–you assumed it because of the way Lo’ak looked up to his father.  He wanted to be like the Olo’eyktan in every way possible. This was before their relationship had a strain in it. Both you and Lo’ak were unmarred from the harshness of war. The only thought that filled both of your minds was what adventure you would get into next. 

As you giggled profusely and thought of where to run next, you noticed that you were in a different part of the forest that you never visited before. You searched for any familiar landmarks, or plants that would signify where you were. The giggles that previously escaped your mouth quieted down as the situation dawned on you. You were lost in the forest all alone! Your mom was going to kill you, but only if a nantang or palulukun didn’t kill you first. 

“Lo’ak, are you there!!!!!,” you screamed at the top of your lungs. That probably wasn’t the smartest move. A predator could be attracted to your sound. But you figured it would be better to call for Lo’ak. If any predators came, you could climb a tree and wait it out. 

“Lo’ak!!!” you continued. Worry was starting to creep in. If you didn’t find Lo’ak soon, there was no way you would be able to survive the night in the forest. 

As you looked around the clearing again, you noted that it was quite pretty. A small pond, decorated with pink paysyuls, sat in the middle of the forest. The sun streamed through the trees and you could see the fishes elegantly swim in the water. A pack of loreyu sat directly across the pond, along with eanean bushes right next to it. The clearing was simple, but you knew that it was much more than that. Like everything else Eywa created, the clearing served a purpose and was spiritually connected to the Na’vi. Perhaps its purpose was unknown until this moment. You decided that the purpose of the clearing would be a secret spot only known to both you and Lo’ak. The thought excited you, and you quickly imagined a lifetime of moments here.

Flashback Over

Lo’ak sat with his arms extended behind him with his back facing you. You could see the tension in his back muscle as he sat there, looking up towards the night sky. One of Polyphemus’ moons was shaped like an ikran claw. Despite the moon’s brightness in the sky, the stars still twinkled. A soft, minty green glow emitted from the bioluminescent leaves Lo’ak sat upon. His tanhi, patterned perfectly on his body like Ewya directly hand placed each freckle herself, glowed like the sky above him. Lo’ak was lost in his thoughts as he silently spoke to Ewya, questioning what her intention was. You cleared your throat to grab Lo’ak’s attention.

“Hey…” he muttered under his breath. You replied with a soft hello before taking your place next to him. There was still an awkward tension lingering between the two of you, but you pushed it away. Whatever happened a few days ago didn’t matter anymore. You knew something serious happened in the Sully family and you knew your best friend needed you right now. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened this time?” you quoted Lo’ak as you looked into his eyes for the first time in a few days. The dark lighting only enhanced the rich shade of his honey-colored eyes. They glowed brightly in the dark. His eyes resembled the shiny topaz glass jewels located deep in the rainforests’ many caverns–both were a sight to behold. 

Lo’ak thought he should rip the bandage off. There was no point in delaying the traumatic news he just received from his parents. 

“My family and I are leaving the forest.” 

You were confused by his statement. Leaving where? There was no other place to go. The forest was your home, his home. “Do you mean that you’re visiting another tribe for diplomatic reasons,” you asked with a slight tilt in your head to match confusion. Why would this be so important that he needed to meet you at your spot? This wouldn’t be the first time the Sully family has left on diplomatic retreats.

“No, (Y/N). My family and I are leaving the forest permanently,” Lo’ak replied. Your heart dropped into the pits of your stomach. Now you were just getting annoyed. You haven’t spoken to Lo’ak in the days, and the first thing he does is try to pull at your leg. “Lo’ak if this is a joke, then it’s not funny. What are you talking about?” you said with a stern voice. Lo’ak stared at you as if he didn’t want to explain further. It’s true, he didn’t want to explain further because it meant that what was happening was real and there was no way to delay or stop the situation.

“Earlier today, when we were exploring the forest, we saw footprints in the dirt that didn’t belong to any Na’vi. It was sky demons. We followed the footsteps to an abandoned shack. I knew we weren’t supposed to be there, but then we spotted a group of uniltìranyu in military gear. I quickly paged my father and let him know what we found. But as we were trying to leave back to the forest, the uniltìranyu captured us and held us hostage…”

“What?” you let out in shock. The magnitude of Lo’ak’s words hit you like a poisoned arrow. Dreamwalkers? How could that be true? The last dream walker to walk the ground of Pandora was Jake Sully…and that was 14 years ago.

“I-I  thought we were going to die. They treated us like we were animals. As if we were the ones who invaded their planet and deserved to be captured and hung. All I felt was primal fear and the instinctual reaction to protect my family. We were held hostage until my parents and brother came to our rescue. But, it was too late by then. They figured out who were and our relation to my father.  They even captured Spider…” Lo’ak had to stop speaking. The familiar tightening of his throat began. You could tell he was about to cry, but you pushed further. Honestly, your brain was fuzzy at this point. It was so fuzzy to the point that you didn’t even process the news of Spider, your tiny human friend, being captured. It completely slipped your mind. You didn’t have time to think about the implications of this news as you could only process one thing and one thing only: Lo’ak was leaving. The Sullys were leaving!

“What does that have to do with you leaving the forest?”

“Don’t you understand, syulang? They know who we are. Our lives are at risk! The whole clan is at risk if we continue to stay.” Lo’ak explained in frustration. “I don’t want this, I don’t want to leave the only place I’ve ever known. How can I leave the forest while Spider is out there, going through Eywa knows what, with those demons? How can I leave you?” Fat, wet tears streamed down Lo’ak’s face as he spoke. 

Crack. The sound of your heart breaking reverberated in your ears. All you could hear was a dull ringing. Your best friend, the love of your life–how could he just leave like that? You questioned the will of Eywa. How could she be so cruel to tear you both apart? Especially after your confession the other day? You wanted to curse and scream and cry all at once. However, you knew you had to be strong for Lo’ak. 

You held Lo’ak’s body in silence. You were both in a catatonic state. An hour or so had passed since his initial confession. The atmosphere was serene, a heavy contrast from the dark storm brewing in both of your minds. This may be the last time you would ever get to hold Lo’ak like this and fully enjoy his presence. All of the years spent together slowly meshed in your mind as you tried to calm yourself down with memories of happier times. You honestly didn’t know how you could survive this life without your other half. 

Lo’ak wasn’t faring any better than you. His continuous sniffles vibrated on your body. He barely looked up, wanting to savor the feeling of your bodies pressed together in such an intimate way. His mind was in a haze as he processed the situation. This wasn’t real life, it couldn’t be real life. His life was perfectly balanced with you. If Eywa sought to protect the balance of life, why would she take you away from him? Why would she take away Spider? 

Tomorrow is never promised. That is a cruel lesson you learned today. It was probably best that you and Lo’ak head back to the village and sleep, but you didn’t want this night to end. You wanted to savor every last moment. Memorize every stripe on Lo’ak’s body, every green speck in his eyes, the way his eyebrows moved, and how his body felt right next to yours. How could you say goodbye to 14 years of memories in one night? It seemed impossible. 

As you stared at the light reflecting off the pond, you knew there was one topic you had to broach. You weren’t sure if this was the right time, but it was the only chance you had. After all, Lo’ak only had one more day in the clan before his family set off to Eywa knows where. You knew the forest of Pandora held many clans, but you suspected his family would be going somewhere even further than that. You tried to calm the rapid pace of your heart, but your nerves refused to settle down. So, you sent a quick prayer to Ewya, turned to Lo’ak, and quietly said, “The other night, when I said I love you, why didn’t you say it back?”

You didn’t want to fight with Lo’ak–not on a night like this, where blood has been shed and a family has been torn from normalcy. But, you had to talk to Lo’ak about this. What if you never saw him again? You couldn’t live the rest of your life with unresolved feelings. It would drive you utterly insane and wreck your soul for as long as you live. 

(Y/N)...”

“I’m being serious, Lo’ak. Why did not you say it back? I know this is the last thing on your mind right now, but you cannot leave me hanging. You owe me more than that and you know it,” you said with determination in your voice. 

You then stood up. This was not a conversation you could have sitting down. The anxiety coursing through your veins made it impossible to sit still. Lo’ak followed your actions and stood up too. 

“I was afraid,” he replied.

“Afraid of what Lo’ak? We have always been so honest with each other.” You thought you would always understand Lo’ak, but perhaps you were mistaken. You didn’t understand what there was to be afraid of. You both loved each other, shouldn’t that be enough? You failed to realize that love isn’t enough sometimes. There are forces beyond your control that make love unsustainable and out of your reach, despite how close you are to it. Eywa did not teach you this lesson. Lo’ak did. 

Lo’ak was faced with two choices at this moment: he could confess his love to you or he could deny it. He so desperately wished he could choose the first choice. Something within him would not allow himself to whether it was because he was about to leave and he could not promise himself to you, or because he was so far deep in his inner turmoil. Lo’ak felt anger bubbling in his chest. This anger wasn’t directed towards you, but himself. He cursed his inability to allow himself to fully love you because of his internal issues. No, he justified the second choice in his mind with weak reasons as to why he could not confess his love. 

If he said confessed, Lo’ak knew you would spend the rest of your days waiting for his return. If he ever returned. You deserved more than that. You deserved someone who could love you now. The prospect of you waiting for him, only for Lo’ak to stay the same Na’vi he was now, a version of himself that wasn’t proud of, haunted him. Yeah. Lo’ak framed his reasoning to focus on you, rather than himself because it made the harsh reality less painful. Damn the fact he was leaving, he would wait 100 years for you too if he confessed. The reality was Lo’ak could not confess his love because he couldn’t give his all to you, not when his judgment and self-worth were clouded by thoughts so dark that Eywa would be heartbroken to learn one of her children, whom she created with love and adoration, did not love himself. 

Either way, he was about to break your heart for the second time within days. 

“You are the other half of my soul and if there is any person who can understand me, it is you. But, I cannot love you. I’m sorry syulang.” There was a sorrowful look across Lo’ak’s face. Your body deflated at his words and the familiar sting of tears gathered in your eyes. He didn’t want to continue, but if was going to break your heart, you at least deserved a proper explanation.

“You are the most lovely and wonderful woman on this planet; the idea of you not being in my life hurts more than a palulukan attack. But I swear on my life to Eywa when I say this, but it is not you. It’s me. You have always been this positive being in my life, and I always hoped it would rub off on me and make me a better man. I thought, maybe if that ever happened, we could be together in the future. I would finally be worthy of all the love you have to offer. I am not good enough for you. I would only drag you down with the weight of my heavy problems,” Lo’ak finished.

“But it’s not your choice to decide who deserves me,” you let out with an exasperated tone. “How can you stand here in front of me and deny the bond we have? The love we have? The other day when I confessed that I see you and you ignored it, I brushed it off my shoulder because I was sure, with every fiber of my being, that you see me too. That you love me. But now you are leaving, and Eywa knows when the fuck you are coming back, and you can't even admit it out loud?” you questioned. 

“Don’t you get it? I am not doing this because I want to deny the bond we have. I feel our bond every day from the time I wake up to the time I go to sleep. Even in my dreams, you are there. Your essence is built into the foundation of my bones. I just can’t love you. No good would come of it. I’m the clan’s outcast. Yes, we are best friends and we know each other like the back of our palms. But I won't let you carry the burden of my imperfectness,” Lo’ak choked with a sob at the end. 

Without missing a beat, you tirade, “I think everything you are saying is complete bullshit. How could be absolute about something that has not been realized? We have spent the last 14 years together. I know you better than I know myself, Lo’ak. And I know you see me too, so what are you so afraid of? There is nothing that you could ever do that would scare me away from loving you. I love you for who you are–flaws and all. I notice everything about you, the good and the bad. I know you have feelings so big and nerve-wracking that you do not know how to handle them except by convincing yourself that they are true. But you cannot stand in my face and claim that this is for my own good. No, you are saying all this because you are too scared of the possibility that I might see through all that and decide that you are not worth the trouble, that every judgment the clan and your father says about you is right.”

You stepped a few feet away from Lo’ak and then turned towards the direction of the village. He hadn’t said a word since you finished your speech. Your entire back was facing Lo’ak until you turned your head over your shoulder to look back at him. The tears that pooled in your eyes began to flow like a sad waterfall that was dying, the tears slowly rolling down your stripped cheeks in an antagonizing matter. Your golden eyes stared into Lo’ak’s. He could see the hurt etched across your iris and he was sure his eyes looked just as pathetic and broken. It was a moment that would forever be engrained into Lo’ak’s memory. You opened your mouth and delivered the final blow to this already crestfallen night,

“Maybe I was wrong, maybe you don’t see me. Because if you truly did, you would know that I would not care about your weaknesses. I don’t even care about them now. I refuse to believe that you cannot love me too. You are a lot of things Lo’ak. A coward is not one of them. I’ll see you tomorrow to say goodbye.” 

And at this moment, Lo’ak knew this was the biggest of all his fuck ups. He had managed to ruin a lot of good things and moments. Never knowing when the party is over and when the business began. When it came to you, his sweet tìyawn, Lo’ak never made any serious mistakes. So why was he doing it now? Lo’ak’s eyes burned as he stared at your figure walking away from him and the future you could’ve had together. 

translations: eylan - friend, Olo’eyktan - male clan leader, tstxa'a - canalyd, kelku - home, palulukan - thanator, syulang - flower, loreyu - helocordian, skxawng - moron, Toruk Makto - toruk rider, Palulukun Makto - thanator rider, Tsahik - clan spiritual leader, Nga yawne lu oer - i love you, tsakarem - successor to the tsahik, ‘tewng - loincloth, nantang - viperwolf, paysyuls - water lily, eanean - blue plant, tanhi - bioluminescent freckle, uniltìranyu - dream walker, tìyawn - love

credits for dividers: leafs (x) green line (x)

[pedropascallme]

Silence the Night

Pairing: sick!Cassian x gn!Reader

Summary: “Maneuvering yourself out of bed and to a standing position, you didn’t even bother shouting at him to stop pounding at the door, fully aware of his stubborn disposition and the way it coupled so perfectly with his incessant need to bug you. You opened the door and Cassian quickly lowered his fist to his side, smiling widely.”

Warnings: None :) Comfort and fluff with sick Cass.

AN: Post-Andor S1, pre-Rogue One. Yeah this plot makes little to no sense but give a girl a break. Sometimes I need to write silly little things about my silly little babygirl. 

“Let me in.”

You flipped yourself over, staring at the ceiling from the comfort of your bunk having been pulled from your admittedly light sleep by the familiar voice on the other side of the door. There was no time for idling in the rebel barracks; meals were eaten quickly, conversations were cut short, sleep was not a given, and neither was coming home at the end of the day. Suffice to say, despite the stifled urgency in Cassian’s voice, you hesitated to let him in after the rude awakening he had caused you after a day of running in every direction. 

You heard a near whine of your name as Cassian continued his plea for you to open up. “I know you’re here. Come on!” He knocked on the metal that divided the two of you, then let out what you assumed was a sneeze. Maneuvering yourself out of bed and to a standing position, you didn’t even bother shouting at him to stop pounding at the door, fully aware of his stubborn disposition and the way it coupled so perfectly with his incessant need to bug you. You opened the door and Cassian quickly lowered his fist to his side, smiling widely. His sunken eyes were red around the edges and glassy. You frowned.

“See, there you go!” He pushed past you and into your room, “Not so hard to just open up.” He stripped off the tan jacket he loved so dearly and threw it onto the chair pushed into the small desk that took up the far-left corner of the room before falling backwards onto your bunk, arms spread above his head. He had gotten as comfortable in your room as you had in his; most intervals between flight patrol were spent together, most meals were eaten together, most secrets shared. He was the first person that had made you feel like you were meant to be rebelling, he had put effort into showing you that you had a place in these barracks and in this fight—and it didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes, though he could be a pain in the ass.

 “Cassian,” you closed the door, flicking on the overhead light as you turned to face him, watching him blink to get used to the brightness, “why are you here?”

“Ouch.” He moved a hand to cover his chest, shielding his heart from your words.

“Why are you here right now?”

“To hang out with you.” He rolled over on the mattress and shifted his body upwards to grab your pillow and cradle it to his chest.

“I can’t—” You hardly managed to get the words out before he was tsking you.

“You’re not on the schedule for the next 8 hours.” He chided.

“I want to use those to sleep!”

“So, sleep. I’ll stay here.” He sat up and patted the place beside him to coax you toward him. You crossed your arms. 

“Cassian.” You raised an eyebrow. 

“Yes?” He sneezed again, trying to muffle it in his shoulder.

“Are you sick?” 

“No. Allergies.” He was trying to sound confident, but the quick counter gave away his defensive attitude. 

“You’re an awful liar. Get off my bed.” You walked over to him, attempting to pull him off the bunk to no avail. 

He protested by going limp and falling onto his back. “Let me stay.” He looked up at you, brown eyes pleading and hair falling over his forehead. “I can be quiet.”

“No, you can’t. And I’m more worried about you getting me sick.” 

“I won’t!” He sneezed, then smiled at you sheepishly.

You sighed, looking over at the clock on the desk and taking in the fact that arguing with Cassian had, per usual, taken up far more time than it was worth. You sat next to him, defeated. He hummed in content.

“I’m going to sleep.” You waved him off as he sat up to meet your gaze. “Are you just going to sit and watch me? Like some beady-eyed porg?”

“I’ll sleep, too.” He resigned to the fact that, although he had won a battle, you would not forgo the rest you so desperately wanted. You made a noise of approval, reaching for the pillow he had moved to the foot of the bed so that you could put it back in its necessary position. You crawled under the sheet and watched as Cassian took off his boots before turning off the light and coming to lie next to you. He positioned himself above the sheet, letting out a string of coughs and resting his head at a distance from yours on the other pillow.

“Don’t cough on me.” You mumbled, closing your eyes.

“I didn’t cough on you.” 

“You coughed near me.”

“That’s not at all the same thing.” He turned his head to look at you, waiting to see if he could goad you into another argument. You swatted at his chest. 

It wasn’t unusual to share a bed with another person on the base; between away missions and overcrowding and all the drills, you couldn’t count on all your fingers and toes the times you had huddled into a cot with another rebel. It was always more welcome when that rebel was Cassian, not only because of the familiarity you felt around him, not only because of the attraction to him that you tried to keep at bay, but mostly because of the blanket of protection he seemed to offer you. He was by no means a watchdog—he slept far too deeply to offer any sort of intruder alert—but his frame felt like a sort of safe haven from the galaxy at large. You had never found the courage to admit that to him, and expected that if you ever did, the confession would be met with his usual ribbing. 

Cassian made a low rumbling sound, turning his head away from you to face the wall. You groaned, turning on your side toward him. “Cough.” He did. “Don’t torture yourself on my account, Cass.” You settled back into the mattress in your new position, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. 

“Don’t want to disturb you.” He whispered, ignoring the fact that you had addressed him at a normal volume, keeping up the front of really not wanting to get in the way of the sleep you craved. You kicked him lightly from under the sheet and he sneezed in your direction. 

“Don’t be a baby,” you kicked at him again, “and get under the blanket.”

“Why?”

“You’ll sweat out whatever it is you have.” Ultimately, your true intention was to be closer to him, to have him surround you more, but the concept of him recovering from whatever it is he had caught was an appealing one if this is how he was going to act while ill. He relented, pushing himself off the bed with his shoulders and feet to shimmy the sheet down and back over his legs and torso. You remained on your side with him on his back, trying to ignore the way his profile looked and the sounds of chatter and machinery outside your room. It was hard to imagine a life beyond all the pandemonium; at this point in your life, you had gotten used to the all-encompassing cacophony of the galaxy. Having been so young when the Senate came crashing down and the Empire formed from its ashes, there were times where it felt like noise was the only constant, and there was worry that accompanied the thoughts that maybe you would only ever know the tumult of the Empire—the screams and jeers and hushed conversations over fears that, at a certain and much earlier time, would have felt so outlandish, were now just a backing score. You rubbed your eyes and went back to tracing the shape of Cassian’s nose with your eyes. He turned himself on his side to face you, opening his eyes and staring back at you.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered, for some reason now genuinely feeling the need to stay hushed.

“We should see if there’s any soup tomorrow…” You murmured, trying to bury yourself into your pillow. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed to have been caught staring after putting up such a fight to allow you to fall asleep, it was more so the thought of having been using him as a distraction from the doubt you were plagued with.

“You’re also a terrible liar.” He traced back of his hand over your cheek in an effort to get you to emerge from your pillow. You turned back to him, grateful for the contact he was giving you. You took his hand from your cheek and clasped it in your own.

“What if it’s all for nothing.” You managed to whisper. You didn’t need to clarify what it was you meant, he of all people knew that any effort against the Empire was a long shot.

“It isn’t.” He was blunt, and you didn’t have to look at him to know his face was painted with the same thousand-yard stare you had grown accustomed to seeing him wear. Sometimes you felt guilty when it came to burdening Cassian with your cynicism and all the dread you harbored. He had told you about his childhood, about his foray into the rebellion, detailed how he had overcome all odds—and all you had given in return was your hesitation. 

“And if it is?” He examined you, his smile faded slightly, and even in the darkness of your room you could see how his eyes darted over your face.

“At least we’re doing it together.” He squeezed your hand. It wasn’t a complete answer, not that you had expected one. Nobody on the base would ever bring themselves to really contemplate the repercussions of the whole operation, of any greater failures. Still, the confidence in Cassian’s voice was enough to bring you peace of mind for now, at least. The two of you stayed like that, looking at each other, fingers intertwined and breathing in sync. 

“I feel safer with you, Cassian.” You broke the silence, feeling that now was as good a time as any to disclose the information to him. He said nothing, continuing to look at you and ruminating in the quiet. For a brief moment you felt the sting of rejection, but before you could come to terms with the idea that your confession had gone unheeded, you felt Cassian wrap an arm around you. He pulled you closer to him, pushing his other arm underneath your side to fully sweep you into his embrace. You felt his legs tangle with your own and the room felt soundless; something about how you felt his breath fan the top of your head or how his hands felt spread over your back made you feel a stillness you hadn’t thought possible. 

“You are safe with me.” He mumbled into your hair, and you leaned into him in an attempt to get as close as you possibly could. You felt his heart beating into you from the position you held, and you made a small sound of what was meant to be appreciation. You basked in the quiet, the calm seeping into your aching body and taking hold of your mind, settling your thoughts and insecurities. All you knew in this instant was Cassian, and his warmth, and his voice, and the way he smelled like smoke and x-wing grease and Alliance issued soap. You breathed deeply against him. He made another guttural sound.

“Cough, Cassian.” You whispered against his chest, and he did, trying not to interfere with the comfort you both felt in the newfound arrangement you had found yourselves in. “I was serious about the soup.”

“Mm,” he grunted, “like you were serious about sweating it out?” You smiled, moving your face slightly upwards so you could feel the soft skin of his neck against your nose. He kissed your forehead, his lips making gentle contact and staying pressed to you for a stretch. “Terrible liar.” He chuckled, letting his head drop comfortably on the pillow you now shared. You wriggled an arm out from between your bodies to swat at him again. He sneezed.