#hopefully I’m allowed to talk about two characters

[trendywaifus]

Hello 👋🏾 hope you’re having a good day/night whenever you’re reading this. I was hoping I could get Jane Doe with these prompts

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

“Why not tonight? I’m even wearing something pretty.”

“Shh, just look at me, baby”

If you can’t use them all that’s cool! Or if we’re only allowed one could you do the 2nd one? Also maybe with Grace too? But specifically the first one if it’s not too much trouble. If you’re only doing one character for these types of requests then please just with Jane.

I have serious brainrot and unfortunately my horny side one over with asks. Hopefully someone responds fluff with her too cause I also just want to be soft with her I would but I don’t want to take away one of the slots. Anyways hope you’re doing well and drink water!

hey hey hey! i’ll do this all with jane. my fault, i should of specified! you can do multiple prompts (also make sure to specify which prompt section you got these from so i won’t mess up your req)for one character! however, to avoid making things a lil long, one character is enough if you’re requesting for prompts! next time zzz requests are reopened, one of the buds who are planning on requesting or you can request tooth rotting fluff for our girl jane ;) stay hydrated too.

cw: fem! reader with g!p, creampie, vaginal penetration, cursing, missionary, petnames

you were sleeping soundly, your boneless body buried beneath warm sheets and fluffy covers until the bedroom door opens. a pair of featherlight footsteps enter the room. light sounds of clothing rustling about and a soft, familiar sigh makes you stir a bit. there’s a slight pause before a fond chuckle leaves your unannounced lover’s lips. she walks into the bathroom, flicks on the light, and closes the door behind her. your eyes finally peel open from the sound of running facet water and yawned.

you fumble for your phone amongst the sheets and checked the time. hissing at the sudden brightness of your screen, you instinctively blink a few times before your eyes adjust. “ 11:50pm. .” you mutter, setting the phone down and sighed. usually she’d be home by one or two in the morning, it seems like her workload was easy on her today. after a good ten minutes of being in the bathroom, probably to remove her makeup, and other things, the door opens. the bathroom light taints the dark walls of the room and the soft scent of apple perfume wafts against your nose.

“ welcome back, jane. “ you smile at her sleepily.

“ oh? did i wake you when i came in? i thought you were sleeping. “ jane asks tenderly, clad in a fitted collar shirt and pencil skirt. the first few buttons were undid, tastefully revealing a glimpse of her. .black lace bra?

“ yeah, you did but i was waiting for you anyways and fell asleep. um, jane—what you’re wearing, is that apart of a disguise? orr? “ you prop yourself up on an elbow, brows curled in confusion. the rat thiren hums, bending over to remove the black stockings from her legs. “ not this time, i had a dinner meeting with my captain. “ she explains, letting out a sigh of content once the tightness hugging her legs was gone. you hum sleepily, still thinking about the lace bra.

“ that explains it but i’m mainly talking about the lace bra. i don’t think that’s very business attire-like. “

jane titters, and her piercing teal hues glimmer with mischief as she looks at you, gaze visibly lowering. you feel butterflies jittering in your belly. “ you’re right sweet girl, but i wore it for you. “

“ i-i’m sorry? for me? “ you repeated back shyly. she hums in confirmation, making her way over to the bed and bends forward to closely enjoy the flustered look appearing more and more on your face. her hands dip further into the mattress as she stares you down. you’re starting to feel tiny under her hungry gaze. “ that’s right. i was a little disappointed that you were asleep when i came in, but now that you’re awake. . “

the way jane’s gaze is fixated on you is making your body run hot and the blood rush downwards. her head tilts, black, fang-like bangs following with her as she senses the nervousness building up within you. she smiles with teasing amusement,

“ does it make you nervous when i stare, beautiful? “

“ i-i. . am going to bed! it’s w-way too late for your teasing! at least do this tomorrow when i’m not half-asleep! “ you stammer, throwing the cover over your head as she laughs. “ aw, why not tonight? i’m even wearing something pretty. “ she leans downwards, making sure her lips are near your covered head as she whispers seductively. “ i promise i won’t tease, i want you after all. “ her sultry voice sends pleasant shivers down your body and straight to your hardened member. your heart is pounding but you slowly release the covers off your head. “ okay, fine. i-i can’t sleep now because of you anyways. “

she chuckles, standing upright to unbutton her collar shirt and sheds it off her shoulders. you can’t help but stare at her toned stomach and pretty chest being supported by the inky lace bra. your lover winks at you, undoing her pencil skirt and it drops to her ankles effortlessly. she steps out of them and into the bed with an alluring smile. “ you’ll be on top tonight, unless you want me to ride you stupid like always. “

you sputter before muttering small complaints under your breath about her vulgar comment. she lays down and you slide over her. where should you even start? she looks so breathtakingly ethereal that your mouth is starting to water. you cup a handful of her breast, dipping down to kiss at the side of her neck. the rat thiren’s pristine skin feels hot against your eager lips as you kiss at it. “ and don’t be afraid to be a little rough, i’ll take whatever you give me, baby.” she assures, sensually running a hand down the curve of your back.

your breath hitches. you tug the cups of her bra upwards, causing the soft, fat flesh to spill out deliciously. you knead her breast with sinful digits. you leave behind a trail of wet kisses down her collarbone until you’ve reached the perky bud. you wrap your lips around it and suckle, inducing a pleased moan from jane. you run your tongue around the nipple, flicking, tugging at it between your teeth.

pff, pop!

you switch your attention to the other unattended breast and repeat your ministrations until both of her tits are glistening with your spit. her tail pleasantly brush against your ankle, twisting around your leg like a curled snake. “ just like a baby, “ jane giggles, taking note of the sheeny coat of drool on your lips from giving her tits lavish attention. her fingers run down your stomach and plays with the waistband of your pajama bottoms. she gives it a playful tug.

“ it’s about time you take these off, hm? “ she whispers lowly, lust mixed in with her voice. with one hand, you hastily tug your bottoms down enough for your aching cock to spring out. you adjust yourself so your body is leveled with hers. you graze the bulbous head against her clothed clit in a circular rotation. jane takes in a sharp breath, hips slightly lifted off the mattress. you stroke yourself against her sticky, lace panties, moaning shamelessly from the fabric brushing up against your sensitive cock. “ you’re my desperate little girl, aren’t you? “ she whispers, her hands finding themselves around your biceps and squeezed them.

“ ‘sorry, i-i can’t help myself, “ you apologize, sliding the band of her panties to the side, revealing her dripping pussy. “ you look too good in that. “ lining yourself up with her entrance, you sink between her slick, gummy walls. “ i know. “ she locks her legs around your waist, pulling you in all the way to the hilt.

your cock twitches as jane’s pussy clamp around you, urging you to fuck it silly. “ hngh, don’t squeeze me like that, i-i might cum too early. “ you moaned, slowly moving your rickety hips backwards until only the swollen tip is inside. you slowly move forward to fill her back up. it take a few moments for you to adjust before you speed up the pace. “ there you go, pretty girl. “ jane purrs, before rolling her plump bottom lip between her teeth from the ripples of pleasure swarming through her body.

“ so goodd. . “ you slur, releasing another moan from your throat. the bed creaks from the consistent movement of your broad thrusts. she has you wrapped around her finger, caging you in with her strong legs while also whispering to you sweet nothings through labored breaths. your cockhead deliciously smack against the spongy part of her walls in repetitive strokes. jane’s parted lips opens wider and a guttural moan drags from her throat. her thighs press harder into your hips.

“ there, there—h-harder, mmph! “ and you go harder, sweat rolling down your brow as you push your unsteady hips harder into her. her syrupy slick gushes out and stick to you like rice and water. your shaft continuously fuck her slimy walls, producing series of squelching noises that has you a whimpering mess. a thick fog covers your mind in pleasure, forcibly stripping you from rational thought as you lose yourself in her.

“ jane, jane, jane, janeee. .!“ you utter her name repeatedly like a desperate prayer, hugging her tight like she’d disappear out of thin air. the aforementioned woman herself isn’t holding on much longer either, her hazy mind only balanced by a single thread. your sloppy hips piston into her messy pussy without a single regard to the sticky, slippery mess growing between her thick thighs. “ hah. .m-my pretty girl is making me go dumb just like her, h-huh? “ she breathed heavily, rolling her head back into the fluffy cushion, exposing her neck.

you dive right in and ran your slimy tongue along the stretched skin. “ gonna c-cum soon, “ you announced, planting kiss after kiss on her glistening flesh. she lets out a moan following up with an airy laugh. “ hehe—mmm, t-tell me something that i don’t know, baby? “

“ l-last name, nngnh, i-i want you to have my last name. . “ you groaned, dragging your lips up the underside of her chin. a strangled moan escapes her lips, red nails dragging up your back as your cock fully hits her g-spot. how her sopping hole utterly tightens around you has you moaning out in unadulterated pleasure. you roll your hips into her one last time before spurting velvety ropes into her gushy walls. the rat thiren’s legs keeps you in while she greedily takes your thick load inside of her. “ shiiiitttt, e-ease your legs, jane—i-i don’t want so much to— “

“ shh, “ she tips her head back down, looking at you with those bewitching, siren eyes of hers. “ just look at me, baby. don’t worry about that, give it to me.“ her quivering breath mixes with yours as you shape and paint her walls in your color. you’re hugging her so tight, she swears she’ll squeak if you squeeze just once. there’s a calming effect dipping you under while you stare into pools of cool teal. “ i love you.” you murmur. a flicker of light brightens her softening eyes and her rodent ears wiggle.

jane gives you a smirk that’s soft around the edges as she pulls you in by a hand resting comfortably on the back of your neck. “ . . .sharing your last name doesn’t sound bad at all. “ and she kisses you deeply, pulling you once more into a lovely daze.

[undeadcannibal]

Cod men with an so that has a kink for their gear/uniform *insert evil laugh* like they come home from work and their so is just DROOLINGGG over them like ughhh

Summary: Headcanons for Alejandro, Ghost, and Price with an SO who likes their gear/uniform~

Genre: Headcanons, request(s) Characters featured: Alejandro, Ghost, and Price

Warnings: none!

A/N: Hello hello! Thank you for the request, Anon. Hopefully this suffices because I felt I didn’t do this one enough justice cause I’m getting back into the swing of things, ahhh. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy! TuT  ( Gif credit: xxx )

Alejandro―

He's the type to immediately notice your affinity for his gear, even if you're the type that tries to suppress your desires 

Specifically, he notices each time your gaze lingers on his form longer than usual. Even more so when he has to stop to adjust or fix a part of his uniform 

At first, he doesn't let you know he's in on your little secret. Although, that doesn't mean he doesn't feed into it whenever he has the chance 

Whenever he's returning home from an extended mission - regardless of whether or not he's exhausted - he'll take his sweet time in removing his gear. Allowing you to soak in the view of each and every intricate piece adorning his body 

With Alejandro's gear, it's difficult for you to pick a favorite piece you enjoy seeing him wear, but he notes that familiar gleam of desire in your eyes whenever he's dealing with straps

Naturally, so he's not losing anything important, they've to be pretty tight to his form. Still, he'll go just a bit tighter than he usually does right before he's through the door

I can also definitely see him as the type to try and impress you by showing off, busting open the tight strap wrapped around his flexing bicep~

Kiss him and tell him all about how much you adore seeing him in his gear and he'll happily put on a show for you in any of his uniforms/sets 

Ghost― 

Much like Alejandro, he notices the lingering looks and extra touches to his gear right away. However, he's much more subtle about indulging you with it 

He doesn't always like to wear his full gear when he's home. I headcanon him as the type to prefer to keep that part of his life separate from his home life for many reasons

However... 

He'll tease you ever so often by wearing one of his more casual skull-decorated masks around the house, maybe even including his skeleton gloves if he's feeling extra

Either way, you best believe he'll casually torture you when wearing them around you. Going out of his way to purposefully ignore any staring or dodging certain touches he knows are just to cop a feel  

Once he thinks you've had enough, he finally indulges you by touching you with his gloved hands wherever you please~ 

Possibly could be talked into bringing a mask of his into the bedroom for you

GOD, GIVE ME MASKED, GLOVED GHOST IN MY BEDROOM AHHH

He won't admit how much he enjoys it like you, but after trying it a few times, I can definitely see him imagining those evenings you spend together each time he sees those gloves and mask  

Price―

Sometimes when he's too tired, he'll get a little lazy when taking off his gear, so occasionally he'll bump into you while still wearing his vest and hat

Though, shortly after noticing the way you become very interested in his gear, he's perking up in no time. Why was he so tired again?  

Much like Alejandro, he delights in giving in to your desires and goes out of his way to leave on certain pieces of his gear/uniform when he's feeling in the mood to be a tease

Adores the way your hands feel tugging on his vest impatiently, or whenever you're pleading for something you need

If you're good, maybe even lets you wear the hat while the two of you fool around

Seeing you wearing it while atop him makes him understand why you like seeing him in his own gear so much

Even more so if you're just wearing his hat~

[chatterbox-73]

Kinktober 2024.

Day 18 - All nighter.

Kento Nanami x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: after declining your Boss’s offer for dinner he saddles you with a large pile of paperwork to complete during the night, however you are not the only one stuck in the office after hours, at least you have your friendly desk neighbour, Kento Nanami, to keep you company through the All nighter you’ll have to pull.

Word count: 3.5k

CW: NSFW and adult content, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), dirty talk, clothed sex, ripping clothes, nipple play, edging, mention of breast fucking, unprotected sexual, sex in a chair and on a table, slight exhibitionism, semi-public sex, cream pie.

You had been working for your company for over a year and in the time you had come to know a lot of coworkers, however one coworker has been just out of reach, at first you didn’t really notice him, despite taking the same commute to work and your desks being right next to each other, you didn’t notice him until recently, when he lent you his umbrella during a sudden downpour, after someone had taken yours.

Know that you had noticed Nanami you had made it your mission to get closer to him, to form a friendship with him at the very least or hopefully something more special, doing so you’d often bring him sweet treats or saviour snacks, you’d make him a coffee or tea whenever you’d make yourself one, you’d offer to take his paperwork to the fax machine because you were taking your own.

Despite how close you’d both become there was a level of professionalism Nanami kept when he interacted with you, you had come to believe that the man probably just didn’t like you and way you liked him, so it was probably time for you to give up and keep this profession and platonic.

You sighed a rested your head back, “are you starting here tonight?” You looked beside you to the man next to you, “yeah, you too?” You asked and Nanami nodded, you hadn’t wanted to stay but your boss had given you a large stack of papers pretty much right after to declined his offer to go to dinner.

“Here drink this, it’s just me and you, so I’ll make sure you finish your work” Nanami said as he placed a coffee mug on your desk, you wondered if you were that lost in your head that he was about to leave and come back with two coffees he made, “thank you…” you smiled and picked up the mug before you began drinking it, “…is everyone else really gone, that’s unfortunate” you sighed and Nanami nodded, “yes, not many of us are fortunate enough to have to stay at the office overnight” he joked and you laughed.

You looked back at your computer screen, you really didn’t have much left and just maybe you’d be able to finish it, so you could actually go home tonight, but you didn’t feel right leaving Nanami on his own, “I’m on my last page…” he said in a soft tone almost like he was questioning something, “really? Me too” you smiled in relief and the man nodded, “would you like to leave together?… I could walk you home” he offered and you looked back at Nanami, you wondered if he realised what he was asking you, but Nanami was a grown man there was no way he didn’t realise, “my home is far… there’s a hotel nearby, I don’t think it’s too expensive” you answer and looked back at your computer screen, hopefully it’d hide your blush. “Good idea, I’ll see if there’s any availabilities for couples tonight” Nanami stood over you and grabbed the back of your chair, he leaned down so that he was just centimetres away from your ear, “if not… I hear the couches in the office lunchroom are comfortable” he whispered, you shivered and grabbed tightly onto your desk, “if you keep this up, your chair will have to be good enough” your voice shuttered and the man chuckled before stepping back, he sat back in his seat and began typing away at his computer, you copied his actions and worked to complete your last piece of paperwork quickly.

You clicked the save and printed button before standing and walked over to the printer, you collected your paperwork and after signing it, you realised you had finally finished and it was time to leave, you looked back towards Nanami who was blankly staring at his computer screen, you had a sneaky suspicion he had already finished but you weren’t brave enough to ask so instead you just watched him for a moment longer, before walking to the paper drop off so it could be sent to the correct place in the morning.

You slowly walked to the lunchroom and sat down on the couch, you looked up at the wall and read the clock, 2:48am. It honestly wasn’t that late and now you began to question if you should in fact spread the night with Nanami.

“I told you these couches were comfortable…” Nanami hummed as he sat down in an armchair next to the large couches you were on, he make a ‘come here’ motion to you, before patting his lap as you stood, “I think we waited enough” he smiled and reached for the zipper of his pants, before undoing them and pulling out his already erect penis.

You hummed while you slowly walked over to him and leant down, wrapping a hand around his shaft as you knelt before him, you rested your other hand on his leg while you began slowly pumping him, “this isn’t exactly what I had in mind” he sighed and rolled his head back then to the side, you smiled looking up at him before you brought your lips to his tip and gently kissed it, “it’s exactly what I had in mind, Nanami-san” you whispered against his tip before slightly parting them and slipped him into your mouth, Nanami whispering your name through a sigh and you felt your underwear begin to dampen, “you think about taking me with your mouth often?” He hums out the question, watching your face for any response, you gave him a single blink before taking him all the way down.

You moaned and whined while you sucked Nanami, you had begun to feel an ache in your jaw and a numbness in your legs and feet, however Nanami seemed relatively calm and unaffected, your eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. 3:51am… your eyes widened slightly before looking back at Nanami who had moved himself into a more comfortable sitting position, he was now leaning an arm and his side on the arm on the chair and his head was resting in his palm, his other hand rested on the back of your hand, “you just looked at the time didn’t you…?” He hummed out the question and you responded with a blink, “it’s been over an hour and you still think you’re going to get me to come just from your mouth” he chuckled slightly and you frowned, Nanami grabbed your hair and slowly pulled you off his throbbing member, “do get me wrong, I enjoy your beautiful and perfect mouth as much as anyone should, however I planned to finish inside you…” he smiled and pulled you up by the arm, “that’s exactly what I’m going to do” he pulled you blazer off and tossed it too the floor before making quick work on you blouse and bra, leaving your top half bare.

Nanami leant forward slightly and slowly slid his hands down your sides before resting them on your hips, “I’ve tried to be a respectable man… but you make me think the dirtiest thing” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to your sternum, he moved his lips against you chest before settling his mouth open one of your nipples, “you do cruel things to me… you make me so narrow-minded and shallow man…” he grunted against your nipple before he began sucking and licking it, while his hands held and squeezed your breasts, “…when I’m sitting at my desk all I can think about is you taking me inside…” he continued to lick your nipples now switching between them, you moaned and ran your fingers into his neatly groomed hair.

Nanami’s hands moving down your body, while he continued to take your nipples in his mouth, his hands moving down your hip and to the hem on your skirt, before he slowly pulled it up, “I want to have you stripped naked before me… but we have so little time” he said resting his chin in the valley between your breasts before reaching to the crouch of your stockings and ripping them, you gasped and grabbed he’s shoulders, “are you going crazy? You ripped my clothes” you scolded through a shaky breath and the man closed his eyes and hummed, while his fingers gently pulled your underwear to the side and slowly rubbed a finger through your folds and up over your clit in one motion, collecting all your wetness, “I’ll replace whatever you want me too” he hummed and raised his finger to his mouth and licked it clean as he watched your face heat up.

Nanami’s eyes fluttered shut as he took in your delicate flavour, you grabbed his hand and shook your head, “it was a long day… I’m sweaty you shouldn’t lick that stuff” you huffed and he simply hummed in amusement, before pulling you close and grabbing the back of one of your knees before lifting your leg and resting your heeled foot on the arm on the chair before he knelt down off the chair and pressed his face into your crotch, “I wasn’t going to tonight as I wanted to take my time inside you, but after that delicate sweetness I need more” he groaned as he began licking your entrance, his tongue worked over the dripping hole in long flat tongued movements “though it’s best I get you ready for my length” he sighed as he pressed his tongue inside you, he flicked his tongue up and down repeatedly before pulling it out and continued his flat tongued licks over your hole, before repeating this action again and again.

You moaned loudly, your head thrown back and your voice echoing through the room, you cried out his name and grabbed his hair in a tight grip, desperately trying not to buck your hips into his face or letting your knees buckle and give out, “my… Nanami my clit… please it hurts” you whined and he smiled before moving his attention to the swollen bud, he licked it slowly with the same flat tongued motions he used on your entrance, before he began grinding his flat tongue over your bud, rubbing your sensitive little clit over his wet almost rough tongue, “it’s too good…” you sobbed.

Your body wobbled causing Nanami to grab your ass cheeks to support you, you had tightened the grip on his now disheveled hair and began carelessly grinding on him, “I’m so close, I’m going to…” you gasped and he looked up at you watching your face contorted into a pleased frown and your eyes rolling back, he felt his cock throb at the sight and the damn sound, the way you cried so loudly and you sweet voice echoing his name of the walls.

“Do you still think you can go?” Nanami asked as he sat back up on the armchair and lifted your leg down, holding you steady, “are you kidding… you think I’d stop here?” You wrapped a hand around the tip of his pulsing cock before slowing pumping your hand down, Nanami reached into his pocket and frowned before huffing out a sigh, you rubbed your fingers from your free hand over your sensitive cunt, collecting your juices and moving to rub them over his tip.

Nanami hissed and grabbed your wrist as you began to climb atop his lap, “look I left my wallet on my desk, it has the protection in it…” he grabbed your waist as you tried to line yourself with him, “I can’t put it in without a condom… I would have the strength to pull out of you” he hummed and you moaned running your fingers in his sideburns and grabbed him by the hair before pulling his face back into your chest, “I take contraception… birth control… I can take it all raw” you kissed his forehead and moaned desperately as you wiggled your hips, causing his tip to rub against your folds, “I don’t think it’s wise, just let me go get the condom from my wallet..” he huffed, trying with every fibre of his being to not give into his desperation.

Nanami needed it, maybe even more then you, he had basically allowed himself to be edged for over an hour, as your perfect lips wrapped around him, sucking and licking his cock so needly, then he had to struggle not to cum as you release all over his tongue, after rubbing and fucking yourself wantonly on it, and now here you were your other sweet and extraordinarily perfect lips rubbing against his tip, dripping and begging for him to slip inside.

“Come inside Nanami” you whispered and brushed your fingers through his hair before his resolve held you then leant down and kissed his lips, you moved from his lips to his cheek, then his jaw, then his ear, you licked the shell of his ear and felt him twitch, if Nanami said you do cruel things to him, then that’s exactly what you’ll do.

“Please Kento-kun” you moan softly in his ear, Nanami throw his head back and thrusted his hip up, while also pulling you down.

God it was heaven, his cock was thick and long, it curved up and inwards towards him, giving you the perfect pressure against your g-spot with every thrust, Nanami’s dick not only looked pretty but felt otherworldly inside you, being wrapped around Nanami so snuggly is like you were meeting pleasure for the first time in your life, like the first time you rub your clit or the first time you get fingered, he made it feel like you’d never felt this good before, and just maybe you hadn’t.

Nanami’s arms wrapped around your waist as he continued the strong movements of his hips, you cried and moaned as you held his shoulders and tried to grind your hips in time with his thrusts, he groaned as your velvet walls squeezed him tight, “good god… you trying to snap it off” he moaned and rested his forehead against your shoulder, “it’s so thick… I couldn’t even it if I tried” you moaned desperately feeling him twitch and pulse at your words, “even if that’s the case… you take it so well…” he grunted and began picking up the pace and strength of his thrusts, to the point you were being bounced with each thrust, “like we were made for each other, like this sweet pussy is mine” he hummed and grabbed the arms of the chair very tightly at he, while you ran your hands down his shoulder and arms before grabbing his hands, “kento, I’m going” you moaned feeling the pressure in your lower belly.

The sounds coming from both of you, didn’t help that, the moaning and grunting, the wet squelching of fabric from the mess you had made on Nanami’s lap, “I’m going do it so deep” he grunted as his hips continued roughing thrusting up into you, your breast bounced wildly with each snap on his hips, he watched them move with an intensity you’d often see him give a piece of difficult paperwork, you hummed “next time, I’ll let you fuck between them and release all in my mouth” you moaned reaching up and grabbing your breasts, now begin the find a good bouncing rhythm to work with Nanami’s thrusts.

Nanami hummed in delight, as he hooked his arms under your legs and grabbed your ass, “hold on” he huffed and you quickly grabbed his shoulders again, before he stood, you gasped in shock as he stood so effortlessly and never once falter in his movements, he walked forward and pressed you down onto one of the few lunch tables, “I’m almost done… is that okay?” He huffed as he cupped your face and brushed a thumb over your cheek, “yes… please, I wanna feel you feel good inside me” you babbled and Nanami grunted as he snapped his hips faster and harder into you, your body began to give out as you started shaking because of sudden orgasm that hit you, while Nanami lifted a knee up onto the table as leverage, this caused the table to squeak under the pressure and weight of both of you, while it also began to scrap against the floor, Nanami cursed out loudly with each strong stroke of his hips, his voice echoed and his body tightened, and yet he wasn’t there…

There was something preventing him from releasing, you moaned and begged him to feel his sweet, hot load, but nothing… was he that pent up his body wouldn’t give him his much needed orgasm or was be waiting for something, you looked over at the clock and your eyes wide, “Ken… Kento-kun… it’s almost time for the owner to come in” you shout in a shaky voice, he hummed and pressed a long kiss to your lips, “I know this, why else would I hold my cum” he groaned and pressed his cheek to your chest, “I want him to see your face when I unload into you, I want him to see to take it all” he chuckled and you’re face heated up, “I want him to see what he could have had, if he wasn’t such a creep to you… I punishing him for making my sweet girl pull an all nighter” he huffed and leaned up, his hips snapping to you with an all new vigour.

You grabbed his tie in hand and his forearm in the other as you raised your legs in the air and opened them wide, it was childish and would definitely get you both in trouble, maybe even fired but it would be worth, Nanami grabbed the backs of your thighs and lifted his other leg into the table, getting closer and closer to the inevitable, his sack tightened and he’s cock throbbed painfully so, but he keep telling himself it’s bee worth it, you on the other hand, your head hung off the edge of the table as your body jolted with each thrust and your shook with anticipation, “what’s all this commotion?!” A voice called as they walked down the hall and into the kitchen.

Your boss stood in the door way, eyes wide and mouth agape, your ankles hooked together around his neck, as you felt yet another release hit you, your walls clamped desperately around him milking him, “Kento-kun… don’t make me wait any longer” you cried and he grunted loudly, “fuck, take it deep and keep it in there” he huffed as his hips snapped into harshly for the last time, you cried as the indescribable warmth Nanami had denying you all night finally came, he had finally came…

It was so deep and much, you were almost glad to waiting for it, though on the other hand to were angry he would deny you something so pleasurable and perfect for that long, “I’ll keep your load safe Kento” you moaned and move your legs down to wrap around his waist, however as you relaxed he pulled out and watched your pussy clenched, trying to keep every drop inside, however still failing.

“What the fuck is this?!” Your boss roared and Nanami chuckled as he stepped back completely from your spent body, he began tucking his cock back in his soaked pants before zipping them up, “we had dinner plans last night… though unfortunately we were both slammed with work so I had to have my meal in here” he hammered and finished fixing his work clothes, “you see… I’m such a jealous man, I don’t like others trying to take from me… and she…” he pointed to you before resting a hand on your stomach, he ran his fingers down and pressed them into your opening, gathering cum on his fingers, “…as you can see, is mine” he smiled, holding his cum covered fingers up to his boss, the man was stunned into silence, not only had he found two employees fucking on a table in the office, but he had also been called out for being creepy towards you, “though I gotta thank you… I’d never have had the courage to sleep with her if it wasn’t for your failed advances.” Nanami smiled and walked over to his boss, “I apologise for doing it here, I’m sure you understand I just didn’t have the patience to wait” he grabbed the other man’s shoulder and turned them around, before pulling him out of the lunchroom, “let’s forgive and forget about this…” Nanami chuckled and your boss was just about to argue but was interrupted, “I’ll even be alright with you watching over the camera footage” you leant into your boss’s ear and whispered, before you walked away now dressed and decent, swaying your hips as you did so, before stoping and looked back at both men, “I some think Nanami and I have earned some PTO, so we’re taking today and tomorrow off” you smiled and winked, your boss however nodded and watched your ass as you walked away, “take as much time as you need” he hummed and walked back to his office, Nanami stood there and wondered what be had gotten himself into.

Was your boss a weak willed man, or were you just that tempting, so tempting any man would throw aside any resolve just from the sway of your hips or the promise of watched you get railed by another guy.

What had Nanami gotten himself into.

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 17 - Asahi Azumane: A/B/O.

Day 19 - Izuku Midoriya: Inadequate.

[davie-bullck]

So I finished Wind and Truth. Major spoilers for the cosmere.

Well, that went both so much better and so much worse than I ever could’ve expected. Not the quality of the writing or the story itself, those were so so so good.

The only prediction I made that came true was Herald Kaladin. I don’t think I ever posted about it but I have been preaching that gospel since Jezrien died. My favorite guy is immortal now!! So hopefully he’ll be around until the Cosmere comes to a close. And good lord Brandon did him so right. It’s a shame he didn’t get to spread therapy to the physical realm on Roshar very much but he’s putting those skills to extremely good use.

I never liked Szeth until this book. I love the direction he’s going in, especially the direction him and Nightblood are going. I AM NOT A THING. No talking sword has ever made me cry so much.

I never vibed with the theories that Gavinor would be Odium’s champion but I thought it was incredibly well done and I’m very excited to see what comes of him in the back half.

Rlainarin is everything I could’ve hoped for, and seeing Brandon’s growth as a writer in his representation of queer and neurodivergent characters has been so rewarding! I also love that Rlain has been given such a relevant role as Bridger of Minds. I was worried he might just become Renarin’s bf and not much more.

Adolin and Maya’s arc was so much more than I could’ve hoped for, I love the Unoathed, and hit fighting the thunderclast was one of my favorite action scenes in the cosmere.

I’m so glad Vasher is sticking around on Roshar AND training Lift??? I love Lift and can’t wait for her book in the back half.

I caught on to the Auxiliary “twist” as soon as he started calling Szeth his squire. I’m glad we got to see the beginning of Sigzil’s transition to Nomad. I’m not sure if I would recommend people reading Sunlit Man between Row and WaT or after, but I was glad I’d read Sunlit Man already. I love Sigzil so so much and really hope we get more of him than just Sunlit Man, fortunately the time dilation thing allows him time to travel the cosmere as Nomad then Zellion and still possibly come back for the back half!

Retribution, the perfect direction for this midpoint in the series. Taravangian wielding two shards that can work well together is such a huge insane threat and I can’t wait to see how the world responds to him.

Although they took a bit of a back seat I was very excited by where the Listeners ended up.

Dalinar. Good LORD Dalinar. If Kaladin didn’t exist he would easily be my favorite character, and as devastating as his death is, I’m so incredibly proud of him and his journey. Given what he was up against, he absolutely made the right decision, forcing the other shards into action. I LOOOOOOOVED him showing Honor that it’s not all about sticking to oaths, showing the power what it could be even in a dire moment like that.

The cosmere fandom is one of the only ones I actively engage with, due in no small part to the morality of its flagship series (I know I know, Mistborn’s cool too)

This is my favorite book series, I will love it until the day I die. I’m sad that there won’t be a new one for a couple years but it’s genuinely something that makes me want to be healthier so I live long enough to see the conclusion. The immortal words are etched into my heart and I will continue to do my best to live by them.

Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination.

[arc852]

A Sewn Surprise

Summary: Grian and Joel try to teach themselves how to sew, in order to surprise Jimmy with some new clothes. But it isn't going well.

Word Count: 1716

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Yay! A new fic! I'm sorry it's been a couple of weeks but I'm finally writing again, so hopefully there will be more fics posted soon. Oh, and this is my first time writing Cleo, so hopefully she is in character!

I hope you guys enjoy!

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 “Ow!”

 Grian looked over just in time to see Joel stick his finger in his mouth, a frustrated look on his face. “You okay?” Grian asked, though he was only half asking about the prick Joel got.

 “No, I’m not okay. This is stupid! What were we even thinking?” Joel put his head in his hands and let out a deep, frustrated sigh.

 “We were thinking it would be nice to make Jimmy some new clothes.” Grian said and then let out his own sigh, more defeated than frustrated. “But you’re right, this is going nowhere.”

 They had been at it for three days now, trying to learn and sew Jimmy some new clothes. Ever since he had moved in fully, it was easier to notice the fact that Jimmy only had two outfits. One regular and one specifically made for borrowing, apparently. Though, since Jimmy didn’t borrow anymore, he wore the other pair of clothes more often.

 Still though, only having two pairs of clothes was…kind of sad. It was impressive, for sure, that Jimmy had made the clothes himself but when they had asked him why he hadn’t made more, Jimmy had said he hadn’t had enough supplies. But then continued and reassured them he didn’t need much more than that anyway.

 Grian and Joel, however, begged to differ. So outside of their dorm, where Jimmy couldn’t overhear them, they talked about looking into getting Jimmy some new clothes. Of course, they knew they couldn’t just buy them, doll clothing was stiff and way bigger than Jimmy anyway. But maybe, they could make him some themselves.

 And that’s what led them here, in the sewing club's room. They had graciously allowed them to work on their little project and even use their supplies. But sitting down with a laptop open to a tutorial and trying to figure it all out was not working out for them.

 It had been three days, and they were nowhere close to even a single item of clothing.

 “It’s been days. Sooner or later, Jimmy is gonna get suspicious.” Joel said, lifting his head away from his hands. He stared at the mess of fabrics, needles, and threads and glared at them.

 “We might have to ditch the surprise part of all of this.” Grian suggested as he put his own needle and thread down. It was just so hard to make stitches that small, and that was with previous experience with sewing. For Grian and Joel, who had absolutely no experience, it was next to impossible.

 As they were stewing in their own defeat, someone walked into the room. Grian and Joel barely paid attention, people were walking in and out of here all the time after all. What did catch their attention though, was a sudden familiar voice. “What are you two doing here?”

 Grian and Joel looked up to be met with Cleo, a good friend of theirs. She was looking at them with a surprised look, which was fair. Neither of them had ever brought up wanting to sew before. This was also bad though because, well, what were they supposed to say? They were trying to make tiny clothes for their borrower friend Jimmy? Yeah, no, that would be bad.

 “We’re uh…trying to learn how to sew?” Grian said though it came off more as a question. Which only deepened Cleo’s confusion. 

 “Sew…what, exactly?” Cleo asked, looking over them and at the table to see the mess of tiny fabrics and even tinier stitches. Grian and Joel looked at each other, slightly panicking.

 “Uh, doll clothes!” Joel suddenly exclaimed, laughing nervously. “For Grian’s cousin!”

 Cleo blinked and looked between the two of them. She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. “You two are making doll clothes for Grian’s cousin? Why not just buy them some?”

 “My cousin is…very particular about it?” Grian chimed in, going along with what Joel had said. Though, once again, his sentence came out more as a question.

 Cleo continued to look at the two of them, not seemingly convinced. Thankfully though, she changed the subject, walking along the table to its side and picking up one of the fabric pieces. “Well, this is definitely not where you should be starting if you’re just now trying to learn how to sew.”

 Joel sighed, once again putting his head in his hands. “Yeah, we’ve kind of figured that out already.”

 Cleo hummed, brushing her thumb against the fabric. “Do the two of you care if you're actually the ones to make them or were you just trying to do it yourselves because of your cousin’s ‘particular’ taste?” Cleo asked.

 Grian blinked, a bit surprised by the question. “Uh, well, I guess the second? We would have bought them if anyone made them.”

 Cleo nodded and put the piece of fabric down, moving her hands to rest on her hips. “Well, then the two of you are in luck. I happen to have an opening and I’m sure I can squeeze in making a few clothes for your cousin’s dolls.”

 Grian and Joel’s eyes widened and they both stood up in surprise. “Wait, seriously?” Grian asked.

 “Of course.” Cleo said with a smile. “Just leave it to me.”

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   It was only a day later that Grian and Joel heard a knock at their door. Jimmy ducked behind the lamp on Joel’s nightstand as Grian stood up to answer the door. When he saw that it was Cleo, Joel joined him and they stepped outside for a moment. Cleo gave them a slightly confused look at not being invited in but didn’t say anything about it. Instead, presenting them with a neat handful of folded up outfits.

 “It was a bit tricky but I managed.” Cleo said as Grian took the clothes from her hands. There were three in total. Grian’s thumb brushed over the tiny jeans, in awe at how real they felt. Joel leaned in to try and get a good look himself.

 “Cleo, these are amazing.” Joel said, grabbing one of the shirts and studying it more closely. “It’s like you took regular clothes and shrunk them down.”

 Cleo chuckled. “Well, that is basically what you asked for.”

 Grian looked up and away from the tiny outfits in order to look at Cleo. “How much do we owe you?”

 “Aww, you two don’t owe me anything. Consider it a friend discount.” Cleo said. As Grian and Joel started to argue against not paying her, she held her hands up, stopping them. “I’m the one who offered, so I don’t want to be paid. This time. Now in the future if you happen to need any more outfits, then we’ll talk.” She said with a chuckle.

 Grian nodded. “Absolutely. We’ll definitely be coming back to you for some more.”

 Joel grinned. “Yeah, Jimmy is going to love these.”

 Cleo tilted her head, a smile still present. “Jimmy?”

 Both Grian and Joel froze and looked at each other. Joel looked a lot more panicked though and so Grian was the one who spoke. “My cousin! Jimmy, he’s my cousin.”

 “Hmm, right.” Cleo said, arms crossed with her smile never leaving. For some reason, she still didn’t seem fully convinced. But she moved along, which Grian and Joel sighed in relief at. “Well, I really do hope he likes them. Feel free to come to me if I need to make any adjustments.”

 “Thank you Cleo, really. You’re amazing.” Joel said, after having calmed down from his slip-up.

 “I know.” Cleo said and then turned and left, waving goodbye as she did so. Grian and Joel nodded at each other, grinning.

 “Ready to show Jimmy?” Grian asked.

 “Let’s do it.” Joel said as he handed the shirt he had picked up back to Grian. Grian put his hands together, covering the small outfits as they headed back inside.

 As they closed the door behind them, Jimmy popped his head around the lamp, only fully coming out once he realized it was just Grian and Joel coming back into the room. “Who was that?” Jimmy asked, looking behind them at the door.

 “Just our friend Cleo.” Grian answered. “She stopped by to drop something off.”

 Jimmy blinked in confusion, only because it didn’t appear as though either of them were holding anything. “What did she drop off?”

 Grian and Joel glanced at each other with a grin before Grian knelt down and moved his cupped hands in front of Jimmy. “We’ve got a surprise for you.” And that was all the warning Jimmy got before Grian opened his hand.

 Jimmy came closer and looked to see what Grian was holding, only for his eyes to widen in shock. Jimmy could barely believe it. He slowly reached down and grabbed a shirt, looking and rubbing at the texture. If possible, his eyes widened even more, realizing that not only were these tiny clothes the perfect size for him but they felt exactly like Grian and Joel’s clothes. Soft and comfortable and warm.

 “We tried making them ourselves at first.” Joel’s voice cut through and Jimmy looked up. “But learning to sew is harder than it looks. So then Cleo offered to make them.”

 “But don’t worry.” Grian chimed in before Jimmy could overthink anything. “She just thinks she was making custom doll clothes for my cousin.”

 Jimmy laughed at the same time he could feel some tears start to gather in his eyes. “Do you even have a cousin?” He asked as he wiped away the tears.

 Grian smiled softly. “No, but Cleo doesn’t know that.”

 Jimmy held the shirt close to him. This was one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for him. “Thank you. This is…this is amazing.”

 Joel’s smile was also soft as he reached down and gently brushed his fingertips over Jimmy’s back, cupping his hand around him but not grabbing him. Just offering comfort. “Of course. We wanted to do this for you. You deserve to have more than two pairs of clothes.”

 “Yeah. And we’re glad you like them.” Grian said.

 “I love them.” Jimmy corrected and then started looking at the other articles of clothing, feeling them and holding them up to himself. Grian and Joel just watched, happy their surprise had been a big hit.

[madaqueue]

Practice Makes Perfect | Chapter 12

synopsis: you and yuji have been best friends basically as long as you can remember, and you made a promise to each other to stay friends and help each other be the best versions of yourselves for your future partners. but will things change when yuji finally starts looking for a relationship?

pairing: yuji itadori (18+) x f!reader

themes/content: modern college au (characters aged up to 18+). language, fluff. 18+, MDNI

word count: 1.3k

a/n: we're in the home stretch y'all aaaAAH

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A week has passed since you and Yuji told each other your true feelings. Things aren't the same, but you wouldn’t want them to be.

You’ve seen him practically every day since then, whether he’s bringing you lunch between classes or spending the night with each other, you feel like you can finally breathe again when he is with you.

“You know,” he says one night while you’re watching TV in his dorm, “eventually you’re gonna have to tell Fushiguro why you kissed him.” He takes a bite of the cereal sitting in his lap.

“Shit, I can’t believe I forgot to do that. I was honestly so caught up with spending time with you I just didn’t think about it,” you respond truthfully.

“Aww, someone got distracted by me?” he teases, leaning his head over onto your shoulder and looking up at you. You push him off with a chuckle. “Hey now, don’t spill my cereal, I only have one set of sheets here and I’m not about to ruin these,” he laughs, that permanent grin spread across his face.

–

The next morning, you figure it’s time to have that conversation with Megumi. You’ll be seeing him in class today, which at least makes the transition a bit easier. Since you and Yuji made up, you've started coming back out of your shell again and allowing your smile to appear more, which Megumi has noticed but hasn’t verbally acknowledged.

When the lecture concludes, you turn to him before packing your things up.

“Hey, are you free right now? I wanted to talk to you about something,” you say, a soft smile on your face.

“Sure,” he responds, “I found a new cafe if you’d want to try that?” After weeks of barely hearing your voice and never seeing you outside of class, your request makes his heart flutter.

“Actually, I would kind of prefer one we’ve already been to before if that’s alright with you?”

“Of course,” he says, a grin now forming on his face. Seeing you smile is enough to light up the room, and he’s just happy to have you back.

–

Megumi sits at a booth as you walk over holding two drinks in your hand. By now you know his order by heart (it does help that it’s just black coffee) and you place the two mugs down in the middle of the table. You’re back where it all started, in the first coffee shop you two ever went together. The high ceilings, bookshelves lining the walls, and warm light feels like coming home.

You take your seat across from him, thinking about just how long it’s been since you were in his presence like this. Seeing him seated across from you, fluffy black hair and all-black clothes, the familiar warm scent of his cologne, you can feel your body relax a tenseness you didn’t know it still held.

Taking a small sip of your latte, your eyes move up to meet his. “How’s your sister?” you ask.

You can tell by the way he opens his mouth and closes it again, his lips curving up into a smile as he pauses, that this was not how he expected you to start this conversation. “She’s good,” he says, a soft grin on his face. “Her surgery finally got rescheduled for later this month, so hopefully things just keep getting better from there.”

“I’m glad to hear it” you respond, your voice genuine. “I was thinking about her, and you, when we weren’t really talking as much, so I just wanted to check how things were going."

His eyes soften as he looks at you. You really do care about him. “Thanks,” he breathes.

A comfortable silence falls between you for a moment as you both slowly drink your coffees.

“So,” Megumi begins, placing an elbow on the table and his chin in his open palm, “what did you want to talk to me about?”

Your body tenses slightly, knowing this is about to be difficult.

Taking in a deep breath, you open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off before you can get anything out. “Is this about when you kissed me?” he asks, a smirk forming on his lips as he cocks his head to the side.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, breaking eye contact to look down at the table. You didn’t expect him to bring it up so easily, and with such…confidence?

“I figured,” he chuckles. “You know, I might not be the smartest guy here, but don’t forget I know you pretty well.” He pauses, taking another sip of his coffee. “My rough timeline was: you see Yuji at the party, you kiss me, you and Yuji fight, you make up, and now we’re here, right?”

Bringing your eyes back up, you scan his face, trying to identify what emotion he’s feeling as he walks you through exactly what happened over the past few weeks. You expect him to feel angry, betrayed, embarrassed, yet all you seem to find is…amusement?

“Mhm,” you nod, “that’s basically everything.”

His smile widens. “See, I told you I know you. If I’m being honest though, I did cheat a little bit - I could hear Yuji listening to sad music very loudly through the door for a while until it stopped about a week ago, so I figured you two made up.”

“And you’re not mad at me?” you ask, trying to hide how much your voice waivers.

“Of course not,” he chuckles. “Look, don’t take this the wrong way, but I see you strictly as a friend. I love hanging out with you and doing all the stuff we do together, but I never felt like I needed more than that. When you kissed me…” he trails off, reaching his free hand up to the back of his hair, “I figured you were just going through some stuff, and it sounds like I was right.”

You exhale, finally feeling the lingering stress about this conversation leaving your body. Your shoulders relax into the seat behind you and you close your eyes for a minute. “Thank you, Megumi,” you finally respond. “I’m really glad to have a friend like you.” A smile rests on your lips.

Turning back towards him, you open your eyes and reach your hand out to his shoulder. Just like the first time you met, he leans his cheek against the back of your hand as he stares at you from across the table, eyes soft. “Any time,” he whispers.

–

Things are…easy, again. You and Yuji’s friends - now your friends - hang out every weekend, going to some party or just playing board games on the floor of one of their dorm rooms. You grow to love Toge, the sweet white-haired boy who brought you drinks at the first party you went to with Megumi and who you learn helped Yuji smuggle in the red wine that ruined one of your dresses. You get to see Maki and Nobara together, watching how Nobara shamelessly plants herself in Maki’s lap whenever she gets a chance or pretends to steal her glasses before gently placing them back on her face with a kiss. You and Megumi still hang out all the time, too, and you even started going farther and farther off campus to search for new cafes to try. Every morning feels like a gift, in part because you get to wake up next to the warmth of your favorite person.

One night after you and Yuji return to your dorm after karaoke with your friends - at which, Nobara did an incredible rendition of Somebody To Love - the two of you are cuddling in your bed when he pulls away for a moment.

He props himself up on an elbow to look at you, his eyelids low as he traces along your hips with his fingers. He’s in nothing but his sweatpants, you in a loose t-shirt and pajama shorts. “You know…” he says, a grin tugging at the corners of his face, the one that he knows you always melt for, “there’s still one thing we didn’t get to practice.”

“Oh yeah?” you tease with a chuckle. “And what’s that?”

His eyes never leave yours, and you notice them darken slightly as he opens his mouth to speak. His voice comes out low, raspy. “I want to fuck you.”

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[jesuistrestriste]

The other posts before just kink shaming people. Calling people weirdos and creeps and that the authorities should be called and some how writing men squirting, "because its not biologically possible" is in the same category as well like damn have abit of whimsy

helloo !

so i guess a user who follows me, or used to follow me, is posting on their acc snippets of my work and talking about how im weird and gross (as well as some other unspecified challengers writers) bc i wrote about ‘puppy’ stuff and ‘men squirting’. they blurred out my user but my writing was directly referenced.

they basically likened the puppy play stuff to sexualizing real animals, and said that it was also creepy to write about men squirting bc it’s not ‘biologically possible’

i don’t wanna make this into a big deal, bc it’s genuinely not, but i’m responding to it to hopefully give this individual some clarification and also to defend the users who actually enjoy this type of kink content (bc i do too)

so. first of all — puppy play. i, for one, in the particular drabble they screenshotted, do not have the reader treating art like an actual dog. the reader only calls art ‘puppy’ and he is submissive. those are literally the only two things involved that are similar to puppy play. however, many people enjoy/write about other more direct aspects of puppy play, like collaring and leashing and etc, and that does NOT mean they like sexualizing real animals. it is NOT bestiality. i’m going to assume that the user in question who likened it to bestiality is not informed on what puppy play actually is/represents, and just took the concept of calling someone ‘puppy’ = sexualizing dogs and ran with it. that’s definitely not what it is, and i certainly was not writing it that way. for many, puppy play is simply about the power dynamics of it all. do i enjoy puppy play in its entirety? no, not really (i like certain bits and pieces), but i respect those who do. it also goes without saying that i do not advocate for or support the sexualization of real animals in any way shape or form ..? that’s disgusting.

— more info below the cut —

second of all — squirting. men squirting is possible, just the same as how women squirting is possible. if you don’t believe me, look it up on pornhub lol; it’s definitely possible. to my knowledge, the anatomical/bodily processes that allow someone to squirt are the exact same ones involved in. well. peeing. like. if you can pee, you have the anatomy necessary to be able to squirt. i’m mid-writing this and i can’t believe im talking in depth about what squirting is and how it works. help. but yea, is squirting = pee ? no. no, it’s not (controversial lol). but even if it was, some people are into that. no need to yuck someone else’s yum. you’re entitled to your opinion though. if you don’t enjoy it/understand it and think it’s ‘creepy’, that’s cool too ! idc—it’s your life! do what you want !

third of all — i read their post and they also talked about how it’s weird to write about puppy!stuff because some users (i don’t know if they were talking about me in this instance or just some writers on challengers tumblr in general) are writing about ‘real men’ and that these men should be ‘calling the authorities’. i know for me, im not writing about mike faist in a puppy play context. im writing about art donaldson. a fictional man. and i promise you, art donaldson will not be reading my stuff. and for that matter, neither will mike faist. that man wants nothing to do with social media, let alone tumblr (rip to his tumblr era though).

bottom line, kink shaming is not cool. it’s not fun, it’s not kind, it’s not cute, it’s not very demure.

some people use kinks as an escape from harsh aspects of their reality like past trauma, etc. or to process those traumas. that being said, you are 1000% allowed to not like something. that is your business ! but posting about someone’s work and making grotesque claims about their character and what they stand for based on smut writing is very odd. i do not appreciate it !

i am in no way trying to attack/hate on the person who made the posts, but i think it’s important to try to address stuff like this and educate those who may be confused or misinterpreting. to the user who made the posts: i hope you have a good day, and i hope this clears things up ! if you see this and want to talk more about it, my dms are open. all love.

UPDATE: i was just informed that the user in question used to write for (tw) school shooters and apparently cleared all evidence of it from their account except for some lingering tags.

i take it all back ! ! as someone who has experienced the effects of a school shooting + has been in a uni community targeted and affected by an act of gun violence, that is absolutely disgusting, and you can rot ! seek therapy ! :)

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

A random post for Dain Aetos ... because not only is he growing in my favorites list as I process Onyx Storm, (and an even better character in re-reads, as I do those briefly & with bestie who's finishing OS) ... he also just doesn't get enough credit (something l am also guilty of) and now I think he might even deserve to be a favorite. (While I won't excuse his earlier behavior; and no this is not about Sloane alone) I also will give credit where it's due... and hope he doesn't betray this post into aging horribly in the upcoming two books!

A (hopefully) brief summary of his "first read" character journey with me: …

I'm sure there's more to say but this is the best l've got rn lol

FW (Fourth Wing)

At the very beginning of the book I liked him and I thought l'd grow to absolutely love him (l'm a sucker for friends to lovers). The fact he knew Violet, understood the nature of EDS, and helped take care of her was sweet & for a time felt supportive.

However, that quickly became a frustration as it felt like he didn't actually know Violet; he knew an idea (or one-sided view) of her. And while time had passed and he has changed, she did too & he quickly forgot that/refused to see how she changes & grows. ... Well-meaning as it was, he began making choices for her and wasn't actually listening to Violet herself, which at times was endangering her by not seeing the situation as it was. Which led to me quickly becoming frustrating by his belittling & the control + the danger this posed by her not training correctly; and just generally showing his very one sided view & inability to change or grow or allow that for anyone else.

Then, by the time Liam dies my heart broke & twisted; if he had known in any way then he was dead to me too... however, he didn't know.

IF (Iron Flame)

Dain is wracked with guilt. He knows Liam died, he does feel responsible. He doesn't know what is fully going on but his best friend despises him, his father is being unusually shady, and then he has to deal with Varrish. None of this mattered to me half as much as it did in re-reads. As scenes like the sparring actually really frustrated me, and I wanted her & her boundaries respected.

But then he does save Violet... and at the cost of killing leadership. That was a huge turning point.

One to process but also one that was felt in the moment.

Also it gave hindsight to the fact he did let her go, even as it broke his heart, he knew she did not love him the same way and he really did just want her to be happy.

There time with the journals helped a lot, too.

OS (Onyx Storm)

This book was by far the most tolerable he has been. And I felt like everyone picked up on it in some ways. Even joking with him being annoying in a manner that felt like healing between him and Violet, and at least tolerance with Xaden... and little moments of Karma.

And I will admit I was very intrigued by Dain with Sloane because they have a good sassy banter, she keeps him in line, and I couldn't quite put a pin on what it was with him & her... until further into the book where it really started to become apparent.

A scene that got me was him allowing Sloane to hit him, he knew she needed to get it out and he took it so someone else wouldn't (in any other circumstance this would be incredibly abusive; I am purely talking fantasy fiction magic here and as I said there's more than one side to it) the other moment being him getting Sloane to siphon him by egging her on using the words he knows aren't true because he didn't care who hated him so long as Mira lived.

He also becomes better at compartmentalizing such as his list of "things to talk about later"

He's become more of a rebel time and time again and l've grown to love him and his loyalties for it even if trusting it was difficult.

Now this is where re-reads got interesting:

For one, because I’m sure his character was heavily impacted by the POV (as stripped down to its base it’s understandable on some if not more levels): —FW— he has probably spent the past year watching the friends he made there die. And while he is a different person all he knows of his past life is who they were as he’s been without contact; that is something he’s probably clinging to for comfort (& logically is all he can know of them since it’s been a year). Then, one day, that best friend (who is not built for this) and has spent their life training for the complete opposite (not to mention is a known target for half of the trained-killers there, some of which are his classmates) shows up with an order from the big sister (in both of your lives; as he knew Mira too & I’m sure she passed it along at some point) to keep her alive at a place designed to kill her. Then, she starts hanging out with the very people who want to kill her, who have already injured her, and who Dain has been told (up until this point) throughout his entire life (or whatever the time period is since the rebellion; side note on that: remember they also lived through that as children… which was probably terrifying. And to him (as well as Violet) it “got Brennan killed”. He had to lose another friend, and watch Violet live through that, and then again with Asher dying “from a broken heart” over it) by everyone he trusts are very bad people with no proof on the contrary (and no reason to go seeking it). … While we’re talking about the past lets go onto something we learn in —IF— As briefly mentioned earlier; he’s been being trained by Varrish (who is absolutely awful & there’s no way he didn’t take that out on poor Dain; and no one deserves that). Two, possibly even worse; he was raised by General Aetos (who turns out to be an absolute monster & I cannot imagine being any kind of good if not non-abusive father). & Three, once again what he did in that interrogation cell… from the moment he got there to the moment he left he only had one plan: saving Violet. I really think everything he said in that cell was to her, and not in the way she heard; the “you should’ve trusted me sooner” I don’t think it was because she betrayed him, I think it was because if he’d have known he could’ve helped avoid the past five days of hell she’d had. And while Xaden gives Violet the killing blow, Dain struck a lethal wound & was prepared to go for the kill and intended to do so. It didn’t matter what he saw in memory; what lies it “proved” (because again for credit; what he saw could’ve very easily been proof to Violets betrayal without explanation) and sure he had guilt over Liam… we see that time and time again (even after the audience & main povs stop blaming him; like I said he even goes so far as to egg it on for Sloane because he knows she won’t hurt someone, so “hurt me” he tells her as if he deserves; it which he does not). Dain is ready to die with & for the rebels, he tells Imogen behind him in —OS— because he believes they are going to burn, and he will die first, rather than letting her; he doesn’t do this because he loves her, he doesn’t do it as chivalry, he does it because he is good guy at his core. At his core he will always be the best friend we all loved and we see more of that over time.

So, while his trauma doesn’t make him a good person, I will say for all the traumatized children we compare him to; he is actually one of them. He is an equal to them all. And same goes for his choices because he is just as good and in the fight for that. He’s messed up, but he’s trying. And he is doing it without friends or support, he’s going against his father (who he’s probably terrified of and knows will die in this if he does not first). … And maybe he belongs in the inner circle of favorites, alongside the friends… I hope he is given after everything. I hope he is worthy of the respect he’s earned.

Mostly now concern exists for the post-OS world… and he better not say “I told you so” to Violet. But for some reason, I’m leaning towards thinking I don’t think he will. I think he’ll see Violets heartbreak and allow her to be heartbroken for a moment at least, and then also say some helpful (even if painful) DONT YOU DARE GO VENIN FOR HIM along with being on “Dutchess of Tyrrendor guard duty” cause NO you can’t kill her to get to Xaden (… also it’s doubtable that would work since riders have been shown to outlive their dragons in this new Venin world)...

[audrey-carr1]

The Heiress and the Lady of the House (part 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: I have been wracking my brain trying to figure out where I want this story to go. I think I have an idea now. I have also decided to switch to first person, I find it way easier to write that way and hopefully you all find it easier to read. I am going to switch over the other parts as well. We even have two new characters to join the fun!

word count: 3k

warnings/tags: fem!reader, original characters, usual shenanigans, mentions of hetty/trevor

End of November- end of month 1 

Hetty's been avoiding me. It's been two weeks since we danced and kissed, and she hasn't spoken a word. Now she'll barely look at me, and if she does it's like she sees straight through me. I notice her hang around Trevor more. Whilst at first, I thought it was Hetty being her usual cryptic self, I notice that her touches on him linger more than she usually does. Recently, thought I saw Trevor checking her out. Yet again it’s Trevor he checks every girl within the Woodstone property line out, so I’m not sure I can look into that entirely. 

“What is wrong, you have long face like horse,” Thor asks.

“Oh nothing, just silly girl stuff,” I say 

“Would you like to talk about it? Thor really good at listening and giving advice. If you have enemy, I show you how to crush skull. Very easy,”

“She’s not having enemy trouble, she’s having love trouble.” Sass interrupts

“Shush!” I say hoping he lowers his voice. 

“Am I wrong?” Sass says with a know-it-all all smirk.

My lack of answer causes his smirk to grow into a smile. 

“I appreciate the concern, but I feel like I should talk to Het-” I catch myself, “I should talk to the person who is giving me a long face before I go sharing my feelings,”

“Nice save,” Sass says before leaving with Thor. I groan inwardly. 

I don’t have much time in the day to talk to Hetty as I'm constantly tied up with guests. The upcoming holidays have brought a larger amount than what I had initially thought, so I feel like I’m being pulled in hundreds of directions. I barely have time to spend with the ghosts, let alone any time to myself. Thankfully Sam and Jay had the insight to allow me to hire a little holiday help. A couple of friends from university have been wanting to meet up with each other, so I offered them seasonal positions. It’s like killing two birds with one stone. Before they arrive, I sit the ghosts down to tell them of the upcoming changes. 

“Everyone I want to let you know that I will have a couple of friends helping me to keep this place running. They do know that I can see ghosts, and they as of recently know about you. They will only be here until after the New Year, then it’ll be just us all over again,” I explain, “My friend Nadine is going to stay with me in my room while my friend Riley will be staying at my house. This way we don’t lose any rooms, and I do not have to have any shenanigans from trying to bunk you people up. Nadine is a chef, so she’ll help me with the cooking. Riley is my jack of all trades so he’ll do anything I ask.” 

The ghosts nod their heads in agreement and simply go about to milling around as they usually do. 

“y/n can we help with decorations? Now that we have you around, we can help get the house all festive since we can touch things!” Flower suggests.

“I love it! That’s a great idea Flower!” I say.

“What is?”  Flower questions

Oh, Flower. “Alright, I should have expected that,” I say before going off to the basement.

Soon the ghosts and I begin to bring out the holiday decorations. Instead of putting up a commercial tree, Thor and I went out to the forest to cut down a pine on the property and brought it back to the house. Pete and Trevor string the lights while Flower begins to sort through the ornaments under the guidance of Sass. Alberta and Isaac string together the popcorn garland, and Hetty oversees the entire operation. 

“Aren’t you going to help Hetty?” Isaac asks

“As Lady of the House, I am helping! By supervising,” Hetty says nose slightly in the air

The front door chimes before a familiar voice yells out “Hello!” 

I gasp, quickly leaving my post at the popcorn bowl to go to the lobby. 

“Nadine! Riley!” I practically squeal. 

I first run to Nadine, we exchange kisses on the cheek before embracing in a hug. Then I go to Riley who picks me up and spins me with ease. 

“Oh, it’s been too long!” He says squeezing me in his arms. 

“Alright, you can put me down, stronghold,” I laugh as he places me back down on my feet. As he puts me down, I happen to look in the direction of the room I just left. I see the ghosts peering their heads around the corner like children before quickly going back into the room. The only one who does not move positions and stands in full view is Hetty with an unreadable expression. I assume it’s Hetty being curious, and I shoot her a wink before I take Nadine and Riley into the kitchen.

“How have you been since graduation?” Nadine asks while she and Riley sit at the table

“The same, honestly just trying to find my place in the world. Now that I’ve become a heiress, I feel as if I’ve been operating on autopilot,” I reply. I grab a snack tray from the fridge before making my way to them

“Yeah, how come you never knew your grandmother was super loaded?” Riley questions before popping a grape in his mouth. 

“Honestly, we never talked about it. She always made sure I knew the importance of hard work probably so when I became an heiress I wouldn’t act like an entitled one. My parents said they saved for me to go to any school I chose. The money I received from their death went to an account I only used to pay for my car and rent. Now I work to keep myself busy, and this isn’t bad gig. I have 8 forms of entertainment plus guests to keep me busy ” I say

“Speaking of 8 forms of entertainment, what about that ghost you said was cute,” Nadine asks.

“Can you keep your voice down? They’re dead, but they hear everything. They would never let me live that down if they found out,” I say feeling a blush on my cheeks.

“Have you told them how you can see them yet?” Riley asks.

“I haven’t spoken to anyone about it, besides my two trusted friends,” I say referring to them. 

“They don’t ask questions?” Nadine questions

“Oh they are plenty curious, but I tend to avoid the subject as much as I can. We just figured out that I can do more than see them. Anything I touch, they can also touch,” I tell them. 

“Oh, so they can eat and drink now?” Riley asks now sitting up in his seat. 

“Not necessarily. We tried that, and it ended with a lot of food ending up on the floor,” I say remembering the memory of Sass trying to eat pizza and failing miserably. 

“I guess you can say it goes straight through them,” Riley says knocking his head back in laughter. Nadine and I look at each other and roll our eyes. 

“Oh come on guys, that was funny!” Riley says trying to get us on his side. 

“Sure it was,” Nadine mocks. 

“But back to before, how is it exactly that you can see them? We know that you had that drowning incident, but that doesn’t really explain how you can see them,” 

“Well, it’s not like exactly read up on it. I just know that I had a near-death experience, and I guess since I was in between two worlds, I can see both sides,”

“Yeah, but you’re saying only the ghosts have powers. Your boss Sam sees ghosts, but she doesn’t have a power,”

“She was only clinically dead for 3 minutes. I had a full-blown Meredith Grey incident, and I was dead for a while,” I say. 

“Well “Meredith Grey” maybe a part of you is still trapped on the other side, you never fully returned,” Nadine says

“I don’t know Nadine, like I said I don’t really read up on it. I just accepted that it happened. In fact this is the longest I’ve talked about the incident outside of therapy,” 

“Sorry, we don’t mean to push,” Riley says putting his hand on mine

“No, I understand, I would be curious too,” I say turning my hand over and giving her hand a squeeze. 

“Are any of them in the room now?” Nadine asks looking around for a sign of them

“No, in fact, I don’t hear them either. Let me check that they haven’t fallen in some hole or have been ghost-napped again,”

“Again?” Riley asks.

“Long story,” I say getting up from the table.

I turn the corner exiting to be met with 6 guilty faces. It’s like watching children getting their hands caught in the cookie jar.

“Oh, this is the kitchen guys, not the living room. Onward men…and women,” Isaac says as they hurriedly leave. 

“I thought we were going to the kitchen to eavesdrop on the living to see if we could get any hot gossip,” Flower says before Alberta drags her along with the rest of the group. 

“They were eavesdropping weren’t they?” Nadine asks.

“Oh most definitely,” I say chuckling to myself.

“Were they all there?” Riley asks.

“Most of them, Trevor and Hetty were missing, but they tend to go off a lot more often as of late,” I reply walking back to the table.

Riley and Nadine share a quick look before quickly returning their gaze to me. 

“How about I give y’all a tour?” I ask. 

Beginning of December - month 2 

I turn the corner to go towards the lobby, and I almost trip over a left-out decorations box. Before I fall to the floor, Riley is there to catch me. Thor was right, I really need to watch my step around here. 

“Watch it, Princess, would hate to break the merchandise,” Riley laughs as he steadies me on my feet.

“Oh, you two get a room already!” Nadine teases from the top of the stairs having seen the scene from the top of the stairs. She descends the stairs and goes out the front door. No doubt going on her morning run. 

“Oh my knight in shining armor, you couldn’t afford me if you tried. I’m quite expensive with the most expensive tastes,” I tease back. 

“Oh you wish,” Riley says picking the box and taking it to the basement. 

I roll my eyes. “Oh, I most definitely do. I’d take a night with those muscles any day,” I say before he’s out of earshot. I turn back to my task, and I see Hetty.

“Hey Hetty,” I say giving her a smile.

“What is the relationship between you and this Riley?” Hetty asks looking me in my eyes. 

“Um friendly? I guess,” I say raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“You guess?” Hetty’s eyebrow also raises in question. I try not to focus on the warm feeling I get when she looks at me like that. 

“Riley and I are just friends, and we have been since my freshman year of university,” I tell her. 

“So you recently saying you "wouldn’t mind a night with those muscles" meant nothing? ” Hetty questions

“Meant nothing,” I assure Hetty. 

Hetty purses her lips, pondering my answer. She lets out a “hmph” before going on her way. 

“Hetty?” I ask before she leaves completely

“Sorry, I have to meet with Trevor,” Hetty says without missing a beat

“Oh, I was going to ask if you wanted to go for a walk. The guests don’t check in for another couple of hours and-” I begin. 

“Sorry dear, I simply must go,” Hetty says before trotting off. 

I try to ignore the burn in my throat. I shake my head at the feeling of loss and jealousy. 

I try to keep my mind focused on the guests and running the B&B as efficiently as I can. “No use crying over spilled milk,” I tell myself. 

Riley, Nadine, and I work quite well together. Riley is a great fit at the front desk charming the guests as they check in. Nadine has been a great help in the kitchen, she always seems to know exactly what it is that I need. I dip my tasting spoon into a new pasta sauce recipe I’ve been wanting to try. 

“How does it taste?” Nadine asks

“It’s fine, I think I’m missing something,” I say. 

“Here let me taste,” Nadine says. I hand her the tasting spoon. 

“Taste like you need just a pinch more garlic and maybe a dash more of the red wine,” Nadine says handing the spoon back to me

I do as she suggests, and I moan in delight as I taste the now-perfected sauce.

“Oh this should be bottled,” I say. 

“The heiress is going to start a sauce company? What will Ragu do?” Nadine laughs as she finishes dipping the dessert fruit in chocolate. 

“You want some of the leftover chocolate?” Nadine asks dipping her finger into the bowl. 

“Is the sky blue?” I ask turning my sauce off and putting it off the heat. I wash my hands and also dip my finger in the bowl. As I bring my finger to my mouth, a bit of chocolate falls on my chest. Before I can get to it, Nadine has reaches her finger over to grab the missed chocolate and brings it to her mouth. 

Hetty enters the kitchen at the exact moment Nadine's finger swipes the chocolate from my chest and to her lips. 

“Oh I see we just let everyone eat off of each other,” Hetty says in annoyance before exiting the kitchen. “She might as well just lick it off you the next time,” 

“Nadine, excuse me for a moment. Ghost duty calls,” I excuse myself placing the dish towel in my hand on the counter. 

“Oh yeah, of course, I’m going to finish putting up the small decorations if you don’t mind,” Nadine says untying her apron. 

“No you go ahead, I’ll finish in the kitchen once I’m done,” I say leaving the kitchen to catch up with Hetty. 

“Save me some chocolate!” Riley calls from the lobby.

I find Hetty upstairs living room. 

“Hetty, what is going on? Your temper with me seems to be at a short fuse,”

“It has not,” Hetty says avoiding my gaze. 

I hear Riley call for me, and I wish he had better timing. 

“You might want to go see what your muscled desk boy wants,” Hetty says. 

I nearly scream in annoyance and frustration, but I decide not to.

“This conversation is not over,” I say before I storm past Alberta heading down the stairs. Alberta heads into the living room with Hetty and blocks Hetty from exiting. 

“Hetty what is going on?” Alberta asks

“I haven’t the slightest idea of what you’re talking about,” Hetty says 

“You are driving that girl up a wall, and not in a good way,”

“I have not. I have been simply-” Hetty begins.

“Ignoring her,” Isaac says cutting Hetty off as he enters the room. 

“Oh great another gossip,” Hetty says as she sits on the couch,” Please tell me what my other grievances are.”

“Hetty we are worried about you. When she first got here, you were so excited to have as you said “another woman of high status” to join you. Then you walked around like the cat who got the cream once you finally kissed her,”

“I did not,” Hetty says fidgeting with her hands. 

“You most certainly did!” Alberta laughs, “ She must be some kisser because it was almost as if you sat on the washing machine again. 

Hetty blushes at the memory, she hates her how her friends can see through her facade.

“Hetty what is it that makes you act like this?” Isaac says sitting next to Hetty

“That’s the issue, Isaac. I do not know! I haven’t felt like this since I tried to run off with that painter,”

It dawns on Isaac,” Hetty do you know what it means?”

“Obviously not,” Hetty says waiting for Isaac to enlighten her. 

“Hetty, you two were practically inseparable. The two of you were practically finishing each other’s sentences, going on walks, and having movie dates,”

“Oh remember when you told me that you enjoyed how the sun made her eyes sparkle on your walks,” Alberta chimes in. 

“Remember that one time, we caught them cuddled up watching Bodices and Barons?” Isaac adds.

“Oh, how could I forget they looked so cute! (y/n) draped over Hetty with Hetty’s arms possesively wrapped around her,” Alberta says. 

“The both of you are absolutely incorrigible,” Hetty says in defeat.  

“And you’re blushing and in love!” Isaac says kicking his feet in the air. 

“I most absolutely am not,” Hetty says snatching her hands away. 

“Hetty and (y/n) sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” Alberta begins to sing. 

Hetty simply puts her face in her hands. Hetty was so out of sorts even her mannerisms were becoming too unladylike for her. Hetty decides it’s time to grab the bull by the horns.

“If you two are done acting so childly, I am going to go and find and talk to (y/n),” Hetty says rising from the couch. She blames the butterflies in her stomach on the sudden change of posture rather than nerves. 

“Finally! Have fun and don’t come back until you look like you’ve had fun with the washer,” Alberta calls. This sends Isaac and Hetty in a fit of laughter. 

Hetty leaves the room and goes to enter your bedroom. Hetty begins to debate on whether she should enter or not, and then on a whim decides to enter the room. Upon entry, she has to fight to keep down a gasp as she watches Nadine kiss you. She quickly leaves the room and feels the butterflies in her stomach turn to lead.

[faerlygraceful]

So I rewatched all of the “Begins” episodes last night and it only managed to cement my head canons about Tommy, which began forming after we saw him again.

Of course I don’t know if they thought this was going to be where the character ended up when they filled the firehouse back in season 2. I don’t know what Lou thought about his character. I don’t know what the intentions were. What I am doing (since this is my head canon), is taking new knowledge and using it to recategorize previous interactions. I’m queer, it’s what we all do.

So I’m going to share my analysis with all of y’all cause this is the internet, and I’m allowed.

Spoilers for… well everything.

Tommy is one of the three characters who shows up in all three Begins episodes, the other two being Athena and Sal DeLuca. His first appearance in the show is Hen Begins, but as we know Chimney Begins is chronologically first, so we’re starting there.

Chimney Begins

1) We first see Tommy when probie Howie walks in. He doesn’t seem to notice that Howie is a probie, asking who didn’t tip the takeout guy. Gerrard quickly takes the role of antagonist, and that’s when we move on.

2) At one point when they’re coming back from a call after Howie has been there a while, Tommy says, in a surprised tone, “You’re still here?” I think this is less of a, “You don’t belong here,” and more of a, “You’ve been here for weeks/months and haven’t been out once, I would have quit, why haven’t you?”

3) While man behind, Howie helps a guy who was having indigestion and a panic attack at the same time. When the rest get back, Howie tries to bond with them over the call, but is ignored. They are talking about takeout options and Gerrard asks Tommy, when his girlfriend is supposed to come in and cook. Tommy sounds extremely contained during this interaction, gives a a day, and when pressed he stammers and promises. The conversation fades off so we don’t hear what he promises, but he didn’t seem all that enthusiastic about his girlfriend coming in.

- Now this is where we really start getting into my hcs. Either Tommy is bi (which we’ll hopefully find out tomorrow) or he’s closeted. The tightness in his voice (which is all we have to go on because the camera is focused on the POV character), tells me that he’s extremely uncomfortable with the interaction. He’s been put on the spot, and he doesn’t like it. I think the girlfriend is either a) a friend he’s brought by the house once and everyone inferred or b) someone he manufactured in order to get out of team events ie, “Oh I can’t go out tonight, my girl is cooking.” He is uncomfortable with what his boss (a confirmed bigot) is asking for, and the man is pressuring him to produce his beard. If she was actually his girlfriend and Tommy is also bisexual, it could just be that’s he’s uncomfortable exposing her to the environment that the 118 is at that point.

4) Howie starts to try and broach the barriers between himself and the other firefighters, only to be rebuked. At one point he corners Tommy in the locker room, and starts naming off all these topics, stating, “Tell me what your thing is and I’ll make it mine.” Talking about his formidable people skills and asking if that means Tommy just didn’t like him that much.

Tommy tells him, “If I thought about you at all, I probably wouldn’t.” Which tells me that Tommy has already built his mask, his persona, and since the others don’t try to look beyond the surface he’s able to maintain it, but he can’t afford to let anyone in. He can’t think about the new guy on the squad, he’s too busy making sure Gerrard doesn’t find out about his closet. That would be just another person to have to hide from anyway.

This is when Howie gets pulled for the ambulance. Eli tells him that it’s not personal, because friends die and funerals are held. Which makes me also think that Howie stepped into the shoes of a firefighter who died. Maybe one who Tommy was particularly close to? Eli goes on to call Howie a puppy who doesn’t get a name until they know it’s gonna come through.

The next thing that happens is Kevin Lee’s death. Which is incredibly sad and is a big part of how Howie develops as a firefighter, but this meta is Tommy focused so moving on.

5) The garage collapse at the mall, and Tommy almost dies. More to it, Howie saved him. So Tommy decides to share some things with Howie. “Love Actually, monster trucks, and craft beer”. Maybe not a coming out story, but he did declare that one of his favorite movies is a rom com. It’s a start.

Hen Begins

1) Tommy is first seen when Hen walks into the house. He’s comes up to the railing after Gerrard calls for everyone and is positioned between the captain and DeLuca. Now it’s my personal opinion that DeLuca is an ass and that’s backed up by these episodes but even Hen defends him in Bobby Begins Again, and that started with this episode. But again, we’re not here to get into Sal DeLuca’s headspace, this is about Tommy. When Gerrard calls Hen an “diversity” hire, we see Tommy looking very uncomfortable, and Sal is the one to take up some of Captain’s dirty work for him (“For real?”). This is the episode where I truly see Tommy as “falling in line” with the captain. He’s opened up a little to Howie (no nickname yet), a little more inclined to joke, but still is holding these boundaries.

2) DeLuca talks about taking his girl to see some vampire movie and Tommy immediately knows it’s Twilight. DeLuca talks about how he likes Kristen Stewart (with Hen agreeing) before saying something about getting behind that, which makes Hen uncomfortable. (According to this, it would put it in 2008, which means she’s a paramedic for ten years prior to Buck joining which I hate. All those movies came out rather fast but could all be classified as “Twilight” so it was probably at least Eclipse in 2010 especially with the references made…. But then we start to go into how much I hate this timeline because nothing makes sense ever) Tommy talks about how he doesn’t understand the attraction to KS because she’s too… (Sal puts in hot here) broody, and Sal asks him if that means he’s Team Jacob (which is what makes me think it’s at least during Eclipse, I don’t see DeLuca being a Twi-Hard, and so his frame of reference would be movie based), and when Tommy acts confused (not sure if an act or not, he knew what Twilight was, but that doesn’t mean he knows about Team Edward vs Team Jacob), Chimney confirms that he’s implying that Tommy is gay. You. See. Him. Freeze. There is a few seconds where Tommy freezes in place like he’s processing before he makes a joke, blowing a kiss at Sal before laughing. Gerrard puts a stop to the conversation, and Hen takes a seat.

— Remember when Tommy has buried himself in the closet? What happened when someone rattles the door with a gay joke? One where it’s being implied that you are gay? When you’re bigot of a boss is sitting not five feet from you at the same table? You freeze to not immediately deny the accusation in a way that would make you look sus, and then you make a joke out of it. It hurts, so much.

———-Ah shit I’m going to timeline this———

From what we know, Tommy was in the army as a pilot. For Timeline purposes we’re going to assume that Eli leaving is the reason Hen went to the 118. During her med student arc it talks about how she was a paramedic for 10 years, so 2012 makes sense there. It doesn’t make sense with other thing’s because in Lonestar’s Hold the Line (2021 would make this make sense), Hen tells Owen that Denny is 10 and she and Karen and her were married for 8 years, (Same sex marriage has only been legal in CA since 2013). Bobby was their captain for a year in Worst Day Ever, they had a captain parade for two years (six captains) and before that they had a someone who was cleaning up after Gerrard. Also Hen and Karen were freshly back together when DADT was repealed. That makes Denny a baby on September 20th of 2011.

Enlistment periods are 8 years but that’s a mix of active and inactive duty. If Tommy signed up out of high school (18), was an active duty pilot for 6 years (24) and then moved to the reserves for the remaining two while he became a firefighter, it means he could have been a firefighter for two years longer than Hen or Chimney while being less than 10 years older than Buck.

Now none of this helps in placing where these episodes fall in the timeline, but I would say that Bobby’s first day falls about a year before the pilot, and Chimney Begins and Hen Begins butt right up together. Also I have no more information on Eli and how long he stayed after training Chim, and I probably never will because I cannot watch Boston.

More timeline BS. Hen and Karen had to have gotten together during the captain parade because Gerrard would not have let her on a call where she got hurt enough that Chim would make the call to Karen.

——————— Timeline bs over ——————

3) Tommy asks about how “New York bitchiness” could be a compliment after Howie mentioning that she has an East coast vibe, and Hen thanks him for the compliment. And then Howie makes it seem like Tommy’s calling her bitchy, but I don’t see it that way. What’s more likely is that’s the only vibe he knows from the east coast, so when Howie suggests she has it, he’s like, wait you think that’s a compliment? Howie treats it like Tommy’s calling Hen a bitch, but it honestly didn’t come off that way, more like Tommy trying to clarify that Howie wasn’t calling Hen a bitch by saying she has an “East Coast Vibe”. Anyway this conversation quickly devolves in Gerrard being a misogynist, and Tommy and DeLuca quickly scamper off.

4) Not Tommy related, but we do have someone with insight into being an openly gay firefighter now. Casey with the 115. He says that they knew he was gay from the moment he walked in, and it didn’t matter that he was the strongest guy in the firehouse. Here we have proof that it doesn’t matter your qualifications, if you’re perceived as gay, you’re automatically singled out. He said it was so hard that he was told to quit and find a new dream by his partner. Now, there is a red flag about your SO tellingly you to give up your dreams, but can you imagine how bad it would have been for the boyfriend to get to that point? The person you care about coming home every night defeated and downtrodden over something that’s supposed to be his dream? The ease in which Casey shed the boyfriend makes me think that they weren’t together long enough to earn those privileges, but the job also gets a red flag for being so bad that you’d advise your short term boyfriend to quit.

5) Hen’s speech. During this we don’t see him often, because he’s off to the side. The camera is more focused on Gerrard, DeLuca and Howie for the most part. But he does seem very closed off, when you do see him, his arms crossed, not standing defensively or challengingly like DeLuca, but like he’s trying to shrink. Actually it kind of reminds me of another queer firefighter that we all know.

6) We don’t get to see much more of the reactions because we go immediately into a call where a party limo crashed into a flower truck. Which we only know about because Hen went looking for it, saving the life of a little boy. Tommy tells her good job, that they would have discovered the secondary wreck eventually but that it would have been too late. She also has now earned Sal’s respect.

7) When they get back the Chief is there. Now remember, she gave her speech, they went out, they come back out and Gerrard is being removed. Nothing that happened on that call or involving her speech has anything to do with this. She thinks she’s being fired, that Gerrard called while heading to or back from the scene to have her removed, but that’s not the case. Her speech wasn’t actually necessary because everyone was already complaining about how Gerrard treated her. They even talk about someone who compared Gerrard and his behavior to hemorrhoids. Which I’m not saying could be from the army pilot who was probably deployed and had to undergo long-term constipation or diarrhea, but it could be.

Now all in all, there nothing really bad about Tommy’s behavior that we’ve seen. He doesn’t approach Hen, but we’ve seen from her interactions with Howie that she barely accepts his overtures of friendship in the beginning, and Tommy is much more closed off, remembering how he only opened up to Howie after he saved his life. He also doesn’t stand up for Hen to the captain’s face, but as an Army guy, he follows the chain of command. Doesn’t mean he won’t file one or two or three complaints through the proper channels. He just can’t afford to put himself in Gerrard’s crosshairs, can’t afford to undergo his scrutiny.

Bobby Begins Again

1) Hen has started a betting pool on the newest captain. Over under is 6 weeks, making me think that that’s the least amount of time a Captain stayed (about a month and a half and if they had 6 captains in 2 years that’s an average of 4 months). Tommy gives Nash a month and has to run to the ATM. DeLuca is obviously the main antagonizer, it sounds like he wanted the 118 and was denied (Also ABC, maybe bring him back ala Billy Tyson? Might be fun.).

2) Tommy has never worked on a farm, or dealt with toddlers. Cause he was floundering and falling all over himself when trying to catch Maurice the rooster. All in all these calls don’t show much. Tommy follows Bobby’s instructions, even though part of time he’s just parroting what Sal says, no arguments. Adds further credibility to the fact that he follows chain of command. It doesn’t matter that this guys only going to last a month, he’s my captain now.

3) During the Guillermo’s fire, Sal breaks rank to save the kid (which considering who that kid grows up to be, it sucks that he was successful). But when Bobby takes him to task for endangering them all, Sal doubles down. I thought I was paying attention during this scene, but it’s hard with the yelling. At least two people try to get him to cool it, one of them being Chimney who calls DeLuca “Fredo”.

4) They’re all at the bar, talking about Sal getting fired when Bobby shows up and the vibes change. Now sometime over the past twoish years Tommy is single, and it seems chronically at least to the house. Maybe because Gerrard is gone he doesn’t have to maintain a beard anymore, but with the endless captain parade and DeLuca being a tool, he doesn’t feel comfortable coming out? I think he’s also classified the 118 as unsafe, so maybe this lended a reason for his later transfer. But as he says, “Single is easier. Having the scars impresses women, getting ‘em freaks ‘em out.” Which gives heavy implications that like Buck in season one, Tommy isn’t dating but hooking up. If he’s gay, then his partners would have to be okay with the fact that he’s still closeted. And mention of women aside, it’s implied that a longer term relationship ended because he got hurt on the job. (This is why I don’t ascribe to the Tommy dated Abby theory. She implied that her relationship ended because of Patricia, and Tommy implies his last was due to injury. Which could be. He got hurt on the job and she couldn’t handle care giver burden for both of them? But that’s also turning Abby into Shannon Diaz pt 1 and while I dislike both women, they don’t need to be same character different font.) Here’s what I think. He got hurt on the job, and his long term boyfriend couldn’t even go to the hospital to check on him because he wasn’t out to his crew, causing them to break up.

Also for all you Buck/Tommy writers, Tommy canonically has a scar on his right side from a piece of shrapnel that he caught. He says it’s from a factory explosion. I don’t have the ability to get screen shots atm, but it’s pretty.

5) Tommy quotes Fight Club with Chim. So maybe another victim of the Han School of Movie References?

6) Bobby starts with family dinners. Tommy decides to transfer. The cake says, “The 217’s lose is our gain,” and they push his head into it.

The very next scene is Buck walking into the 118.

So all in all, we see Tommy as a deeply guarded character. He doesn’t open up easily, he follows orders, he has a soft side. I don’t really know how to conclude this because I sprinkled my impressions throughout, but I hope that this helps anyone who’s looking for Tommy characterization, and we’ll see tomorrow if any of this is right.

[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Day 82

Another one that I love!~ Gonna be a lot of those from here on if you couldn’t tell!

Junko’s the Ultimate Fashionista (in the english release at least but hey Ultimate Gyaru has to have a little crossover right??), so of course she handles Mikan’s wardrobe the moment she’s allowed to. So . . . Extremely cute scene of her having Mikan try out clothes to see what she does and doesn’t like. 

An opportunity for Junko to pamper Mikan, AND i get to draw Mikan in a sweater???? Heaven. Also like are we all in agreement that sweaters just look fuckin amazing on Mikan?? Like I admit, I think I just like drawing Sweaters on Mikan but they just make her look so much cuter because of how god damn cozy she looks in em. 

Unfortunately that’s all I have to talk about for that topic? I think? So instead let’s shift over to a recent development involving Junkan!

I’m in the midst of working on the Junkan Christmas Eve comic, which hopefully will be getting posted on time a few days after this, and during the process of making there’s been something new with my current abilities.

I have officially hit the point of proper freehanding on these two.

Y’see this probably won’t make too much sense but i’ll do my best to explain. 

So normally when it comes to sketches I’ve done things a bit less proper compared to more professional artists. I usually get a little start on the anatomy, and then just start sketching all the character details and moving out from there. It isn’t often that I do a full sketch for the basic anatomy of a character, I only do it when I really wanna not fuck up a pose. And as you also know up till now only one piece in this event was drawn normally. Everything else is a sketch that i cleaned up and colored, or just a sketch. 

This is because generally speaking I can’t do art using my normal pen tool without a sketch to work off of, it requires a lot more finesse to use the G-Pen both because of the larger shifts that can occur in line width, and the slightly looser feel it has compared to my Pencil Tool. 

That’s all to say that I have drawn Junko and Mikan so many fucking times that I can just, draw them without proper sketches now. I’m at a point where I just need to draw the head, torso, and legs for an anatomy sketch, and then with the G-Pen I can just, draw from there. That’s big for me personally, and also fucked up because god how even??? There hasn’t been a drop in quality either so far, i’m still able to refine the expressions and i haven’t fucked up with the arms too much yet, I’d even say it’s resulted in some of my favorite Junkos and Mikans period.

Now, the catch is that again, this is only Junko and Mikan. I could prooooobably get to this point with Mukuro eventually just because her design is much simpler compared to other DR Characters? I struggle with getting her colors right rather than linework, but that’s about it and still not really useful in my main line of work unless I memorize every character that’s ever existed, and it took like 150 fucking times for Junkan I can’t do that for an obscure RPG character that I might get commissioned once and then never again. 

It’s also not something that I think i’ll apply to my normal Junkan works, because I am a perfectionist to a fault when it comes to pieces I care about and I want to make sure every detail these is exact. I need to be meticulous for ship art like this, every detail is important. And I can maximize that with sketching.

This new skill is basically useful for one thing. Speed. 

I pride myself on my efficiency, even if I have waned over the years due to burnout and overwork, when I get into it I can fuckin move with my art. And so if I need to say, make a 28 page comic in under a month? Being able to mostly skip an entire phase of the art process is very, VERY useful, ESPECIALLY because it’s a comic. Something which generally takes more time than my normal art by nature of it’s format and what it involves. When making the Comic for Day 60 it was all sketches, which was equally fast but could leave small imperfections at the time that either went under my radar or I just let slide because i was trying to be efficient. 

This is basically perfect for having to speedrun a Junkan comic, it’s all the speed with the usual amount of visual quality.

So in short . . . I’m turning into a nightmarish hell machine but specifically for drawing Junkan. I am genuinely curious how much farther I can go up from here, like, what the hell else could I be capable of with this???? Am I just gonna learn how to fuckin beam the art onto the canvas with my brain???

Moral of the story is just get mind numbingly obsessed with a ship and I guess you’ll get better at stuff??? I have no idea, i’m still kind of processing the comedic value of what this year has been because I was desperate for these two to make out. 

As always, Reblogs, Comments, and Little Notes in the Tags are appreciated!~ They always make my day!~

[thesupreme316]

ok this might sound weird but… how would aew men react to having a partner who acts like Chelsea Green so she is a karen on screen hopefully that makes sense😭..

AEW Stars React to: You Being A Karen (on-screen)

Pairings: Orange Cassidy x Fem!Reader, MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 910

Supreme Speaks: hey yall sorry for being MIA, my life has changed so much so please keep me in good thoughts. anyways, i'm back and thanks to @cassie0sstuff requesting and sorry for not responding. Imma try my best to upload as much as possible this week. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: none i think

Taglist: @cassie0sstuff @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Okay for this I can only imagine yall doing the whole Karen thing if the other person was truly in the wrong…not when someone is literally just doing their job

Orange Cassidy

He’s just going with the flow man

This is the face before you start yellin 😐

And this is the face after you start yellin 😐

He literally would let you go on a rant and finally, when you walk away he’ll say

“What she said”

Will tell you to chill out if you’re going overboard

Cassidy literally doesn’t have the energy to be playing with you or feeding into your antics

Because of this, Kris, Trent, and Chuck have to pull you off of the other person He loves it when you scream at his opponents; he starts chuckling in their faces

Hook

Tries to calm you down….sometimes

Like Cassidy, Hook is not with the yelling and screamin (unless its in other ways wink wink)

He’s a very quiet and stoic person if you didn’t know

Will shut you down before you even get started

Like I’m talking will pick you up and remove you from the room

However, if it’s a time when you really can’t be stopped, Hook will sit back and observe

With a huge ass smirk as you’re mouthing off at his opponent

After it’s all said and done, he says, “Fuck around and find out”

Only will allow you to do it once he can’t be bothered to yell or complain

Eddie Kingston

Man either loves it or he’s not phased

Like it has become a part of his routine; wake up, get ready, hear you yell, kick-ass, sleep, repeat

He loves to see you go off the handles every once in a while, especially when confronting Claudio or Jericho

You: You keep getting involved with business that’s not yours! You are not the authority here! I’ll sue you!

Eddie: SHE WILL TAKE ALL YOUR PENNIES YOU SWISS LEX LUTHOR!

Other times you fade into the background

Fenix: Do you hear her?

Eddie: Not really, at this point it’s white noise…or maybe I’m going deaf

I also think he would just place you in front of him when he's finished talking so you can scream the rest of his thoughts

Kenny Omega

Your character is primarily on BTE

He feeds into it

Will tattletale on Nick and Matt to you

“You two are in big trouble when Y/N gets here! Ooooooooo!”

Will hide behind you and stick his tongue out at Nick and Matt

I think he would also just tell Kota (who can do no wrong) to let you angry translate for him

Kenny would be the significant other who 100% percent supports their partner

Even if they are in the wrong…he won’t let you know when you’re wrong

If you really went in on someone, he would quietly apologize after you leave

MJF

OH THIS MOTHERFUCKER

Feeds into it x5000

A smirk would be on his face as he states that you are his secret weapon

Will lie to people just for a chance to see you yell at people

Brings you to his matches so you can yell at referees about their “mistakes”

Will act like a Karen when you get ejected from a match

“NO YOU SMHUCK! YOU CAN’T GET MAD CAUSE YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO YOUR JOB!”

He might leave the match since you’re not there

Sits back stage and sulks while you scream at everyone in sight

Tbh, you are both Karens with the way he acts

You both have to drag each other away

Christian Cage

Hehe, this man is the biggest Karen

Don’t hit me, but this man would use you as a shield and scapegoat (character speaking wise)

He would hide behind you and tell you to tell off his opponent

Will send you to do interviews for him, loves it when you get feisty and start yelling

He would also send you off to let Tony his list of demands (of what he wants in his locker room and wish)

If he said anything outta pocket and gets confronted, he’ll say it was you

“I didn’t say your mom is hot…Y/N said it! Wait-“

Hear me out…he has several voice messages saved with you screaming your head off

Uses it when you’re not there to get his point across

God forbid anyone starts yelling back at you…he would unleash hellfire upon them

Ricky Starks

Okay at first…he was annoyed

Like he didn’t understand why your character goes around yelling at people and how it got over

But once he turned heel, he understood

It was hella funny yet justified…especially when one of you got disrespected

Ricky tries his best not to laugh on screen when you’re screaming

Will join in and verbally jump the person

You: You are so horrible at your job! Like how did you-

Ricky: I got this baby…YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE AT YOUR JOB AND YOU DESERVE TO CHOKE-

He is quick to get merchandise made with your Karen slogans

Cuts people off and threats to get you...which makes them instantly shut up

[house-of-streams-and-dreams]

My Thoughts On: Absolute Batman #2

Spoiler free: This issue continues to amaze and showcase how different this Batman is compared to previous interpretations. The pacing doesn’t slow down and the action is as chaotic as the last issue. What really stands out in this issue is the character work. Two major moments of this issue involving characters talking for multiple pages, but it’s less about plot progression and more about establishing relationships. It’s not ground breaking but it’s very refreshing compared to the mainline Batman 👀. The art by Nick and Frank is just as fantastic as last time and is allowed to be more expressive with the colors, blocking, and character expressions. Overall, it’s more of what I loved about the first issue and hopefully serves as a promise that this book will be a consistent, chaotic thrill ride. Spoilers below!

Seriously, I can’t get enough of the action in this book. These mechanical bat arms are easily one of the best additions to the Batman lore and really allow for new approaches to how Batman fights. I hope we get to see the introductions of other new upgrades or tools that shake up audience expectations.

The relationships established in this issue have me wondering about how the personal drama is going to be handled. For the most part, modern Bat-Books have the drama exclusively between costumed characters and leave the normal folk to be loose supporting cast. These two pages, especially the Martha and Jim one, lead me to believe this new book has a chance at being a modern classic. It’s been a while since the worlds of Bruce Wayne and Batman have had to collide or harshly impact each other. Especially when we consider the fact that Martha is a character with agency, something entirely new.

I honestly wasn’t expecting the meeting between Batman and Black Mask to happen so soon. It’s interesting to see how Roman says he likes Batman, because this immediately made me think about whether he wants Batman to join him or wants to use Batman to get at something else. It’s still unclear what exactly the motivations of the Party Animals are, so that information will heavily inform this scene later on.

If you want my opinion, I’m not a fan of the Bat-Tank 😂 I get Bruce being huge and buff but the tank is a bit overkill.

[chatterbox-73]

Kinktober 2024.

Day 24 - Hand job.

Itachi Uchiha x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Part two - Home Sweet Home (coming soon)

A/n: AU where the Uchiha slaughter didn’t happen, because our man ain’t no mass murderer…

Summary: Itachi is hiding in his bed after struggling to find a place to live and after you comfort him, you find he’s has another problem that pops up and he lets you help with this one as well.

Word count: 1.7k

CW: NSFW and adult content, hand job, underlying feelings for each other, nipple play, fondling breast, implied virgin reader, cumming in hand, and almost getting caught.

“Hey is itachi home?” You asked Mikoto once she answered the door, she smiled at you and nodded “yeah he’s in his room resting… I don’t think house hunting went well” she stepped aside to let you in.

You knew Itachi’s father was unintentionally pressuring him to move out and was in turn having trouble finding housing, Itachi didn’t want to live in the Uchiha estate, but he really couldn’t stand living with his family anymore and not because he hated them or anything, he really didn’t, it’s because he wanted to experience being an adult.

“I’ll go talk to him, hopefully I can get him to stop being so picky” you smiled and walked towards his room, you knock on Itachi’s door “hey I’m coming in, so don’t be naked” you called out as you walked in.

Once you entered the room you noticed Itachi lying in bed looking at you, “wow you look pathetic… all this over some housing” you walked over to his bed and softly kicked him.

“Oh come on, stop wallowing in self pity” you said while giving Itachi another soft kick, “that easy for you to say, you have your own place” he grumbled and rolled over so he was facing the other way.

“Hey I did say you could come to live with me, and you know that offer still stands” you careful got into Itachi’s bed with him and he looked back at you as you pulled the blanket over yourself before turning back, “it’d be weird living with you” Itachi sighed and you faked shock.

“What? How would it be weird? We’re best friends, I’d be the best person to live with until you get your own place” you poked Itachi’s back as you explained, Itachi was silent for a moment before he spoke again.

“What if I wanna bring someone home?” He questioned with his back still facing you, “Itachi I’m a grown woman and you best friend, I know how to take a hint” you laughed out, “and what if you want to bring someone home?” He finally turned to face you.

“I know that you’re smart enough to take the hint” you raised a questioning brow, “and if you want them to move in?” Itachi questioned further, “they’ll stay in my room with me, you’ll obviously have your own room Itachi” you chuckled and shook your head.

“Okay, and if I don’t like them, what then?” Now it looked like Itachi was trying to find any excuse to not live with you, “I’d break up with them, there’s no point being with someone my best friend doesn’t like” you sighed and as you were about to continue on talking Itachi interrupted you, “you’d choose me over a lover?” He’s voice was soft and he looked so surprised, “well don’t acted so surprised, you are someone really dear to me and I trust your judgment wholeheartedly” you smiled and watched as Itachi started to form a smile.

“Now will you stop making excuses and move in with me?” You questioned and Itachi nodded, “yeah I’d like that” he leaned in you hug you.

You both lie in the bed, with your arms around each over, before you start to feel something poking your leg and you slightly pulled away from Itachi, “what’s wrong?” He asked “something’s poking me” you said and started to look under the blanket, “wait, don’t look there!” Itachi tried to stop you.

However he was too late you could already see the bulge straining against his pants, “Itachi, is that… are you… did I?” You couldn’t even finish a full sentence.

No matter how close of friends you are, Itachi is a very attractive man and right now this very attractive man is lying in bed with while he has a raging hard on, “I… I… I…” Itachi stammered before looking away, “yes… yes to all of it” his face went red and so did yours, “I made you hard?” You asked moving in close again and Itachi nodded.

“I’ve had feelings for you, for a while now” Itachi’s arms wrapped around you, “I like you too” you ran your hands down his chest all the way to the waistband of his pants, “can I touch it?” You asked.

Itachi nodded and pulled down his pants and underwear slightly freeing his erection, you wrapped a soft hand around it and started to pump him gently, “am I doing it right?” you looked Itachi in the eye and he moan out a yes.

Your hand continues stroking him as he pressed his forehead against yours and groaned quietly to you, he told you things like how beautiful you look and how he dreamed of the day you’d touch him, and prayed for the day you’d let him touch you.

“Can I touch your breasts?” Itachi asked groaning at the way your fingers tickled his tip, “I’ve never been touched like that, but we can try” you looked down at his aching tip, before looking back to his eyes and Itachi hummed in agreement while he unzip your vest and lift you shirt.

Itachi’s hands softly gripped your breasts before he started moulding the squishy flesh with his slender finger, you moaned as his finger tips pinched and tickled your nipples.

Itachi began kissing your lips, then you neck and down to your chest “can I suck on them?” Itachi looked up into your eyes and you nodded as you bit your lip.

Itachi took your right nipple into his mouth and started off suckle gently, but quickly got rougher and more greedy, you pressed you face into the top of Itachi’s head and moaned breathless at the pleasure he’s giving you.

As the pace of you pumping Itachi speeds up, he bites on the fleshy part of your breast and begins to start thrusting into your hand at a desperate pace. “Oh y/n… y/n… y/n- wait… wait!” Itachi chanted as his hips falter but you keep pumping him, until he suddenly came all in your hand, “I’m so sorry” he reaches over you to grab a tissue off his nightstand.

Itachi grips your hand and wipes it off before putting the dirty tissue back on in his nightstand, “it’s okay, I enjoyed myself” you smiled, “I wanna do more stuff like that in the future” you told him and he nodded before leaning down and kissing the bite mark on your chest.

You moan softly at the sensation of his lips on you and ran your fingers up through his hair, “let’s do more now” Itachi said as his hand trailed down your front and you nodded “yeah, please touch me” you moan, Itachi fingers slipped under your pants and panties, just as he began to rub your opening with an eager finger tip there was a harsh knock on the door.

Both you and Itachi scrambled to get decent, “hey Itachi you said you’d help me with training today” suddenly the door opened to reveal Sasuke, “what are you two doing?” He asked as you both sat on Itachi’s bed awkwardly and you chuckled “nothing, just talking about housing.” You smiled and Itachi nods frantically, before the teen gave you both a suspicious look.

Later that evening Itachi explained his plan to move into your apartment with you and the two of you would be living together, both Sasuke and Mikoto expressed their excitement however Fugaku didn’t quite share the same excitement as them, “isn’t this a little inappropriate, just the two of you… only lovers should live alone like this” he explained and Itachi sat up straight before he explained that you were in fact lovers, to this Sasuke’s expression turned sour and he glared at both of you, though it was quickly overshadowed by Mikoto’s wedding ideas.

Kinktober Masterlist (coming soon)

Day 23 - Kei Tsukishima: Degradation.

Day 25 - Shoto Todoroki: Washing Machine Heart.

[thewalkingwillowtree]

Safe Haven

Series Part Listing Found Here

Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Seeking refuge, Xilä and her father venture to the lands of the Omatikaya clan, in the hopes that the Toruk Makto would be generous in allowing them to stay. This is her story about not only finding her strength, but finding love. 

Warning: This story contains smut, violence & abuse (please don't read if these topics will affect you)

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam in particular is 23.

Xilä is my own creation.

~

Part 3 - Home Camp

Four Weeks Later

Neteyam stood waiting at the entrance of his grandmother’s healing tent with his back turned because Xilä was getting changed or should he say being persuaded to.

He pursed his lips to hide a smile that was threatening to escape as he listened to the amusing conversation between the four female voices behind him.

“Come on Xi, you can’t keep wearing that beastly thing forever! You’re going to get a heat stroke outside. We're in the middle of a solar cycle for Eywa sake!” He heard his sister Kiri say.

“Oh…I’m used to it, it’s comfortable. How does this protect me? All my… bits could fall out,” she hushed, sounding a little embarrassed. He cracked a grin at that one. 

Kiri cackled, “Oh sweet Xilä, it’s more than what I’m wearing, and I’m not worried, see?” Neteyam heard a shuffling shake from the beads attached to Kiri’s top and loincloth. “All intact still.”

“Here child. Try this instead,” suggested Mo’at. 

“Xi, can I put some pretty beads in your hair later?” He heard Tuk ask. “And maybe I could also practise my braiding again, like last time?” She asked hopefully. 

“I would like that Tuk, thank you,” she said softly and Neteyam could only imagine the massive beam Tuktirey had given her, for agreeing. 

In the four weeks that flew by, Xilä had become more vocal- mainly with a very selective few- not that she’d been out to meet anyone else.

The first week of her arrival, Xilä had been under the very strict watchful eye of Mo’at who oversaw her healing treatments and ensured that she rested and was fed at least three meals a day. 

Neteyam remembered during one particular family dinner his grandmother had described the poor girl to them as walking death, citing that she had come to the clan just in time.  

In not so many words she basically explained that her body was all fucked up from lack of food and nutrition- so suffice to say her healing had taken a much longer period…Neteyam couldn’t finish his dinner that night. 

His grandmother was soft for her, he noticed. She had even given him an ear full just last week for simply asking when she thought he could begin training with her. 

In the second week of Xi’s arrival, the Tsahìk had finally allowed visitors and thus, Kiri had made it her business to try and befriend the quiet Li’ona girl. 

Tuk was the one who gave Xilä her new nickname Xi, and even Neteyam found himself using it once or twice in the few times he had stopped by- it suited her, he thought. 

Xi had never had friends before and still wasn’t quite sure what the rules were, but as much as it was overwhelming sometimes, she liked it when they came to visit her. 

She was still very cautious of Kiri’s “monkey boy” at times, but eventually her curiosity would win over and she would muster the courage to ask him questions whenever he came along with his female friend. 

“Why do you have to wear that thing on your face?” 

“Do you really have no tail?” 

“What is a dude?” 

On one such visit from the human boy, he abruptly stopped talking mid sentence and started speaking to a Lo’ak, who she later learned was a Sully brother.

The strange thing though, it was just like what Jake had done on her first day. There was no one else in the room with them besides two sleeping patients. No Lo’ak to be seen- Spider was basically speaking and laughing to the air. 

Spider had eventually caught on to her confusion, then spent the rest of the afternoon teaching her about the communication devices they used to speak to someone far away- even giving her a try of his own- which was much too small by the way. 

He let her call Neteyam, and she was incredibly fascinated that she could hear his voice even though he had said he was in the middle of a training drill on the other side of camp. 

So Jake wasn’t insane then. 

Mo’at had kept her comfortable in her healing tent for the past few weeks and now that she was well enough, it was time for her to venture out- time for her lessons with Neteyam to begin. 

It also meant that she no longer needed to reside in Mo’at’s space, she could return to live with her father in the tent they were given. Nerves shook her at the thought of seeing him again. He had not once visited and she found that she did not miss him. 

“You four, done in there yet? Xilä and I have a lot to cover today,” Neteyam called out. 

At Kiri’s, “you can come in now”, he turned and instantly stopped dead in his tracks. 

The girl- no woman before him was almost unrecognisable. 

Xi, stood in the centre of the tent fidgeting uncomfortably with her new attire as he openly stared. 

Her top was a simple tubed cloth, tied behind her back which covered from the top of her chest to just above her belly button. 

From waist down she was draped in the same material as her top, though it hung low on her hips, and hit her mid thigh. Unlike the traditional Omatikaya loincloths, hers was more like a skirt knotted to a hip. It covered her backside completely, exposing only the expanse of one dusty blue thigh, and a gap for her tail. 

She bore no jewellery save a woven anklet she was most likely gifted by Kiri and her spice coloured hair shined and now fell in soft waves around her shoulders. She had clearly gotten an extreme haircut since he last saw her. 

Neteyam also noticed that he could no longer see her collar bones sticking out. Her cheeks had a glow to them and the dark shadows under eyes were no more. His grandmother had really done a fine job of getting her to a healthy weight in such a short time. 

Xilä bent to pick up her appalling boots. “Can I at least wear my-”

“No. You may as well walk barefooted! They are atrocious Xi,” said Kiri, eyeing the boots as if they were ikran scatt. 

“Oh.” Xi frowned and stared at them longingly, before putting them back down. 

Neteyam cleared his throat. “We’re running behind schedule. You ready Xi?” 

Since their very first meeting, he knew she was the most timid little thing he’d ever met- flinching at the slightest movement or even automatically following the simplest of requests, even if it looked like she clearly didn’t want to do it. 

It was one of the things about her he planned to tackle but for now was going to do his best to be soft. His mother and father had practically engraved the words “be nice” to him. 

Xi stared at the tent’s entrance with apprehension then nodded. “Yes.”

As they strolled through Home Camp, she kept her head down, focusing on the weird feel of the grass beneath her feet- tensed by all the stares and whispers that followed her. She instantly missed the comfort and safety of Mo’at’s tent, she felt too exposed now. 

“We have one stop to make,” Neteyam said, stopping in front of a small tent. He raised the flap for her to enter and she ducked under his arm. 

“Ah, just on time. ‘Teyam! My boy! Come, come. Come look. Tell me what you think? I will admit I thought it an odd request- especially by you. I’ve never done such strange foot coverings before- Jxo said they are called boots- but I’d say it looks alright for my first time. I even added a little extra pop as you kids say with some stitched darci beads, I hope you don’t mind. My D’avi says that’s what all the younglings like to use on their-”

“Salveen,” Neteyam said with an amused smile, interrupting the rambling elder. 

She rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh. “Ah, yes. I forget you are a busy boy now that you have grown up.” 

She pointed to Xilä with a questioning quirk of her brow and Neteyam nodded. She smiled kindly and reached her hands out to the female beside him. “Come closer my dear. Let’s see if it fits.” 

Xilä, baffled by the entire exchange, glanced at Neteyam as if asking for permission. She gasped when she crouched before the elder. In her hands were the most beautifully crafted pair boots she had ever seen. 

“For me?” When Salveen nodded, Xi shook her head. “Oh I couldn’t,” she said shyly. “It’s too much.”

“Don’t be silly dear. It is for you. It is a gift from the son of the Toruk Mak-”

“Salveen.” Neteyam interrupted again, this time with an unamused expression.

“Well it is, is it not?!” She snapped at him, before going soft again for Xi. “Come my child, do not let my art go to waste, I will be terribly saddened until the ends of my days. I have worked tirelessly in making them look perfect.”

Neteyam pinched the bridge of his nose and prayed to Eywa to give him patience. Damn the elder and her theatrics. 

The boots were a perfect fit and the brilliant smile upon Xi’s face as Salveen made her walk to and from the length of the small tent was worth the headache the elder had given him.

When she stopped in front of him again he asked faintly, “Do you like them?”

“I love them. They are perfect. I- thank you Neteyam…You must tell me how you would like for me to repay your kindness.” 

She had a difficult time looking people in the eyes, he noticed. He tilted downward and waited until finally she glanced up, fixing him with her brilliant eyes. 

“It is a gift. I do not require anything from you in return.” 

Salveen interrupted whatever she was about to say by making her do one more lap of the tent for good measure. 

“I wish I were as talented as you, ma’am. Thank you again,” Xi said graciously as they made their goodbyes. 

The elder laughed boisterously. “I knew I liked you. Call me Salveen deary,” Salveen responded, with twinkling eyes. “You must come visit me again. Yes? ‘Teyam, make sure you bring her on your next visit. Ohhh wait! Here, here. Won't you at least stay for some sari cakes. I made them extra sweet this time.”

“Salveen-”

“Have you ever had one dear?”

“Um, no I don’t think so,” Xi said, as Salveen herded her to a seat at the table, placing one in front of her.

“Salveen we really must be go-”

“‘Teyam, she’s never had a sari cake before, at least let her stay for one,” she huffed, patting the space on the floor beside her for him to join them. 

“You know when he was just a boy, he and his brother would run away from home just to come beg me to make them sweets. Oh the fright they would give their poor mother.” 

Salveen hooted in delight at her story and Xi couldn’t help grinning with a little silent laugh, herself. Neteyam however rubbed his temple as if in pain but eventually gave a laugh at the memory. 

After more than one sari cake, many attempted goodbyes, frustrated grumbles from Neteyam and long winded rambles from Salveen, they finally made it out of the tent. 

Neteyam led them around the perimeter of the camp this time, and was pleased to see that Xilä’s steps were much more confident which he pegged- was because of her new boots.

“What do you know about my people?” He asked as she tried her best to match his steps into the forest. 

‘Oh I guess the lessons are starting now,’ she thought. 

“Um…well you are the Omatikaya clan of course. The Olo'eyktan, Toruk Makto is JakeSully and-” 

Neteyam smirked at her pronunciation of his father’s name. 

“And…well, I don’t really know much else to be honest. Oh wait I know about the war- or some of it at least. I heard about how Hometree was lost. Is this where you all came to live, after there?”

“No, we lived in the Hallelujah Mountains for a few years. It was called High Camp. We moved here before it became too cramped. Families were growing and we needed enough space for everyone.”

She perked up. “High Camp. Hometree. Is that why this place is called Home Camp?” 

He nodded with a chuckle and made a joke saying, “Such originality, right?”

As they walked he told her about his people- expanding on their history, sharing some of their accomplishments. Neteyam spoke proudly of his clan and highly of his parents. It was obvious that his love for them ran deep and Xilä felt a small bubble of jealousy towards him. He had not only one, but two loving parents. 

“Your father has told us a bit about your clan,” he said, “My dad wants to help the people remaining there, maybe then there will be peace and your lands may flourish again. Your father doesn’t like the idea though. Our labs will still look into what may have caused the rains to stop but I recommend the entire clan should just relocate.”

She stopped in her tracks. “Why would your father do that? What does he want in return?”

He halted her and faced her with a frown. “Nothing. He only wishes to help. There are no expectations for anything in return.” 

“Like the boots?” She asked. 

“Yes, like the boots,” he smiled.

“Your customs are strange,” she murmured, “but I like them. They are kind.” 

He shot her a look she knew all too well. He pitied her. She continued their path and he followed. 

After a moment of walking in silence he asked, “Your father says there are no teachers, no educators in Li’ona…not for years. How is it that you speak so well?”

She pursed her lips. “I was told our clan had one educator left- from before, but he died a few moons after I was born. Most of the people had other worries besides education like food, water, shelter but my mother was a brilliant Na’vi. She did her best to teach me what she knew- what she remembered. She wanted me to have a future.”

Neteyam hesitated, “She did not come with you?”

Xi stopped in her tracks again, distracted by a vibrant yellow insect that was crawling up a massive pink leaf. He stopped too and observed her sad smile as her eyes followed the Hcarm bug. 

“You are lucky Neteyam. Eywa has blessed your home with such life, such beauty. I am sometimes overwhelmed by the sights and sounds and that I even get to experience it in my lifetime. My mother would have given anything for us to have lived like this. She said so all the time.” 

“Is she with Eywa?” He couldn’t help asking.

“No,” was all she simply said. “She is just gone.”

He swallowed. He knew if he pushed her she would respond- she would tell him what she meant, but he decided to drop it for now and continue on with her lesson instead.

~

Xilä tried to take Neteyam’s words of advice to heart. To not be too hard on herself. She felt disappointed after her first lesson. Basic tree climbing. She’d never had a reason to climb a tree before, and it showed. Neteyam was clearly going easy on her though which she appreciated. 

He had a whole lesson plan scheduled out. First lesson being, Navigation. He’d said he wanted her to learn the land. To build her stamina and be able to comfortably manoeuvre through, around and on the high trails. 

Navigation included things like jumping, running and leaping off ledges. This was how she was going to die. She just knew it. 

She was extremely uncoordinated- clumsy with her leaps and climbs. The only thing he had praised her for was her ability to walk silently. 

“I’m sorry. I promise I’ll try to do better tomorrow.”

Neteyam grinded his teeth for the umpteenth time that day. “Do me a favour Xi? Whenever we’re training- whenever you’re with me… no apologizing. Alright? I think I’ve lost count after your fiftieth, I'm sorry.” 

She opened her mouth to apologize again but instantly shut it when she saw his knowing look. “Alright. I’ll try.”

“Good.”

“So what other lessons do you have planned?” She wondered as they walked back to Home Camp. She noticed he had shortened his strides for her.  

“Well we technically skipped lesson one, but after navigation we’ll do language or maybe I’ll integrate it in between.”

She had so many questions already. 

“You can ask,” he said, seeing her puzzled expression. 

“What was lesson one?”

“Not so much a lesson I guess as an introduction per say. A tour of Home Camp, meeting the people. Seeing the different roles in action on a regular day. These people will become your family.”

She bit her lip apprehensively. “Why didn’t we start with that?” Secretly she was quite thankful it wasn’t her first lesson. She felt overwhelmed already. 

He jumped down with ease when they met a high ledge, then reached up to help her down- quickly averting his eyes when her skirt slid high up her thighs when she crouched to reach him.

The fact that she let him touch her meant her fear of heights ran deeper than her problem with touch. She was skittish anytime he brushed past her or touched her without warning. He berated himself for secretly missing when she had a concussion- she’d seemed fine with his touch then. 

Neteyam scratched his temple feeling a bit awkward by her question. In truth, he knew why he did it. He had seen the way she shied into herself the moment they left the tent. He couldn’t exactly stop people from whispering and gawking at her openly. 

And so he had quickly changed tactics and led her right into the heart of the forest instead. 

“Uh. Next question,” he went with.

She frowned. “Okay. You said my next lesson is language? But I already speak Na’vi.”

“You do. But we have many humans who live with us. Some who are still learning or do not speak as we do. If you want to learn our ways you will have to communicate with them at some point. Spider has been fluent in Na’vi since birth, so you will have no problems there, but our clan is interconnected. There is no separation. My father worked hard to get it that way.” 

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry, just the basics. You’ll pick up the rest along the way I’m sure.”

When they returned to the encampment she began to feel uneasy again but for a different reason this time. Since she was well enough to move out of the healing tent, it meant she now had to go back to living with her father. 

Mo’at had told her that morning Neteyam would show her her new home at the end of the lesson. She’d even hugged her, surprising them both with the abrupt affection- telling her to come by anytime. 

He led her around the perimeter once more, and then they eventually entered a little community of tents. Home Camp was beautiful and full of life. The entire encampment was actually quite massive- clusters of small communities spaced out. 

The land was not even so some tents were either planted to the direct surface of the ground or elevated on flattened out mounds. Those situated on mounds had round stone steps leading to the entrances of the homes. 

“Alright, this is you here,” he said, pulling back the flap of a tent for her to enter. It was much smaller than the healing tent but far grander than their joke of a home back in Li’ona. By the looks of the interior, her father had obviously made himself at home because the place was a complete mess. 

Neteyam looked entirely shocked as he too observed the strewn blankets and leathers of her fathers bed, scattered weapons and loincloths, smashed fruit that looked to be molding against the heavy canvased walls and a forgotten bowl of what seemed to be rotting meat. 

What she assumed was supposed to be her bed now housed her father’s ratty, foul smelling cloak and boots. 

Xilä couldn’t help but flush in embarrassment, she hated that Neyetam had to witness this. 

“Um, right. I guess your father isn’t back yet. My dad took him on a hunt today,” he shifted awkwardly unsure what to say. He was seriously debating whether to grab her up and hightail out of the hellhole they were currently standing in. 

“The fuck are you doing in my home?”

They both turned to see the intimidating Li’ona male standing in the entryway- his glare focused on Neteyam. 

Xilä hadn’t seen him since their arrival date- four weeks ago. It seemed those weeks clearly had an impact on him. He had gained quite a few pounds of not only fat but muscle- his weak form no longer lanky and unhealthy looking. He had also seemed to embrace the Omatikaya attire fully, since he was now dressed in only a simple looking loincloth. 

T'shteyo stormed further in, dropping his bow, knives and arrow carrier haphazardly wherever he stepped. He threw himself into his mess of a bed and began stuffing his face with the contents in the leaf wrapped parcel he’d brought with him. 

Neteyam levelled him with a stare of his own which clearly read that he was not intimidated by any means. “We had our first lesson today, I was only showing her her new home.”

T'shteyo sucked his teeth and spat out a bone. “Well you showed her. You can fuck off now.” 

Neteyam pursed his lips, to reign in a snide remark then glanced at Xilä. She’d gone pale and her eyes were locked on her feet. She clasped her hands together but he didn’t miss the tremor she tried to cover up. It was clear as day- she was afraid. 

“Xi,” he called, but she didn’t move a muscle. He stepped forward, putting his back to her father as he faced her, blocking her from view. “Xilä,” he said softly. 

“Did you hear me, chief’s son?! I thought I told you- !”

Neteyam ignored the man’s ramble of bitter words and insults, focusing on the petrified female instead. “Show me your eyes, Xilä,” he said, gently. 

When she looked up at him, her face was blank. He expected tears but there were none. 

“I still don't feel very well. I-” she jumped when she heard the crash of a bowl being flung across the room. “Do you think Tsahìk will allow me one last night?” She whispered quickly as her father made his way over to them. 

The angry male reached out to grab her but Neteyam was faster. She was tucked behind him before she could even blink. 

“You misunderstood me T'shteyo. I was only showing Xilä the tent. She is still healing and will continue to stay where she is until otherwise.” 

T'shteyo’s nostrils flared. “She looks fine to me. Give her here- she’s got shit to do.” 

Neteyam was seconds away from knocking out the man before him. This was why he had avoided the man like a plague since their first and last meeting. He had promised his father he would not make a repeat of last time, and he knew if he stood there any longer it would be far worse than just a “verbal altercation”. 

But he couldn’t just leave it be either, could he?

“Xi go outside, I’ll be right there,” he said, not taking his glare off her father. 

“Ohohoho! So you think you’ve got her wrapped around your finger now, huh?” The man sang provokingly as he watched his daughter leave. 

“Listen to me,” Neteyam began dangerously, advancing slowly, “I am only going to say this once. If you touch her. I will hurt you. If you speak to her. I will hurt you. If you as so much breathe in her direction. I WILL HURT YOU.”

The older man glowered murderously. “Is that a threat?” He spat. 

“No. It’s a fucking promise.” And with that he walked off.  

Neteyam all but hauled them out of there and only when they were a few minutes away from the healer tents did he release a breath, letting go of his pent up anger. Xi, he realized, was practically sprinting. 

“Xi. Xilä. Hey, wait.” It was his turn to try and catch up with her. His touch was gentle when he cupped her elbow, turning her towards him. She didn’t look him in the eye though. “Is he always like that?” He asked.

“Yes,” she whispered to his chest. 

Neteyam stared at the ground- hands on his hips. He was in way over head with this entire situation. A miniscule part of him thought he should throw his hands in the air and say it wasn’t any of his business- drop the girl off with his grandmother then get back to his usual duties- tell his father he wanted no part of any of it anymore- her including. 

When he looked back at her though, he knew right then and there it was too late. He didn’t want to do any of that. He cared about the woman in front of him. 

She was smiling now and Neteyam followed her gaze to a Na’vi female and her two children. The mother picked up the littlest one and tickled his tummy making him squeal happily. 

The wind rustled her hair and when she faced him again she tucked it behind her ears. “I haven’t seen such little ones in years.”

“What do you mean? Do they not have children in your clan?”

She shook her head. “Eywa has not blessed Li’ona with a baby in almost ten years. There haven’t been any bondings either. All of the women left are already mated anyway.” 

‘Shit,’ he thought- he didn’t realize things were that bad. 

“Xi, your father…” Neteyam was trying his best to heed his dad’s words. To tread lightly but it was way past that for him. “You can’t stay there. Not with him.” 

She smiled sadly. “I don’t really have a choice. I’m going to have to go back tomorrow.” 

“Fuck no.” He looked at her as if it was the most absurd thing he ever heard. “You’re not going back there.” He began to walk towards the healer tents again and she hurriedly followed to keep up. 

“What do you mean? I have to! My father will-”

He stopped abruptly and rounded on her. “What? What exactly will your father do?” 

“....He’ll…. be upset.”

“Bullshit. Upset is putting it lightly sweetheart. We both know that.” He gestured to her arm where her last stubborn bruise was mostly healed- the area tinged in an ugly yellowish brown colour. “I’m not going to force you, but we’ll eventually have to talk about it.”  

She swallowed and looked away. “I know. Tsahìk warned me that you would.”

He blew out a breath. “Come on then,” he said, leading the way back.

~

Okay so, there we have it!

Let me know what you guys think :)

Part 4 will be up tomorrow instead of today, things pick up a bit in that part.

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🏔️And Why Can’t Someone Like You Be With Someone Like Me?

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 2556 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Modern AU, Age Changes AU, Elder Brother!Kuai Liang, Younger Brother!Bi-Han, Teenager!Bi-Han, Dating Issues, Rejection, Unrequited Crush, Parents asking inappropriate questions about their childs love life, Past Quan Chi/Kuai Liang, Actually it's past a lot of characters/Kuai Liang but that's the one that matters for the fic, Bad Ending, like a soft bad but bad non-the-less. au_challenge Bingo: Age Changes AU

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Notes: Aaaa! Good news! This is the last fic in my main backlog I have to post!! I still have a few fics from the short fic tag left to post, but in terms of the main bulk of new stuff, I’m finally free!!!! Which, means once those fics from the short fic tag are out, my posts will be a little more spaced out and hopefully less frequent :) I hate to end on a fic that has a bit of a downer ending, so if it makes you guys feel better I do imagine that after some sorting out of his own feelings Kuai Liang does give Hanzo a chance. I didn’t wanna just do a simple like… School AU for this prompt, so the ages of these guys have been flipped around with Kuai being the oldest, Bi-Han the youngest and Hanzo close to Kuai’s age but still a bit younger. Title is from Kiss Me Fool by Fefe Dobson.

Hanzo was quite proud of the life he’d built so far.

He’d graduated from college with top marks, managed to land his first job, had climbed the ladder, earning a pretty paycheck that allowed him to outright buy his own apartment.

And all before he was 25 too!

He wasn’t delusional about his success. Deep inside, he knew he had a lot of privilege and opportunity not afforded to his peers. He’d originally gotten his job thanks to his Father’s connections, but he still maintained that his promotions were all his own work, thank you very much.

This apartment was in a very high end part of town, the friends he’d had over to visit were extremely jealous of his living situation. He had a housekeeper, security, a front desk and all his neighbours were polite and kept to themselves. Well, all but one, although that was one out of about 20 people living in the building so he considered that a win.

That one neighbour was an anomaly however. Technically Bi-Han was the teenage brother of the man who actually owned the apartment. Hanzo had run into him far more frequently than the brother though, and every time was weird and tense. The worst was when they were forced to ride the elevator together. Hanzo had tried to make small talk, but that resulted in a tirade of fowl language and a demand to be left alone. Hanzo had tried to keep away from the kid after that.

The weird thing was, Bi-Han’s elder brother, Kuai Liang was nothing like the younger. From the few interactions they’d had, he was very soft spoken and kind. One day Hanzo had been struggling after buying a little too much at the grocery store. Kuai happened to notice his struggle as he was passing and offered to carry a bag or two for him. Actually? If Hanzo was being honest? He’d kind of had a bit of a puppy dog crush on Kuai since then. Not something Hanzo would act on, even if it was something he fantasised about.

Kuai Liang was older than Hanzo, although he couldn’t figure out quite how much older. He was definitely under 30, but over 25 from what he’d figured out. It did make him question the age gap between the brothers. Was Bi-Han an oops baby? Was that why he lived with Kuai Liang rather than their parents?

Did they even still have parents?

Well, maybe if you actually had a proper conversation with Kuai Liang, rather than just drooling over him, you’d know this shit. The self deprecating thoughts had a point. The majority of the time when he was near Kuai Liang he was too busy thinking about how nice he was and how good he looked to even consider actually getting to know the man. There was a childish part of his mind worried that knowing things like that would ruin the fantasy.

He was content for Kuai Liang to be someone he’d never actually have.

Stepping out of the elevator, his intention was to get into his apartment as quickly as possible. It’d been a long week at work, and all he wanted was to watch some TV, have a few beers and maybe order delivery. When he looked down the corridor however, he found both Kuai Liang and Bi-Han there. Kuai was pacing and staring at his phone, while Bi-Han watched with an absolutely sour look on his face.

“Are you two okay?” Hanzo asked as he approached them. Bi-Han’s glare was deadly, like he was considering punching Hanzo for simply daring to ask the question.

“Oh, hello Hanzo, yes we’re fine,” Kuai greeted, briefly looking away from his phone as he stopped in place. “We’re not in your way, are we?”

“Uh. No.” This was really weird, something about the pair's energy seemed really off. “Are you sure you’re okay? Is something going on?”

Kuai opened his mouth to answer but Bi-Han beat him to it with a snappy “we’re fine. Fuck off.”

“Bi-Han,” Kuai softly chided. To Hanzo’s surprise, Bi-Han actually looked apologetic. Well, towards Kuai Liang at least, Hanzo highly doubted it extended to him. “Everything is fine, Hanzo. I’m just expecting a phone call, that's all.”

Why would he be taking a phone call in the corridor rather than his apartment? That didn’t make sense to Hanzo, but he was unable to query it as at that moment Kuai’s phone began to ring. He knew he should have moved on, gone into his apartment and let the brothers have some privacy, but something compelled him to stay.

“It’s him,” Kuai informed Bi-Han, before taking a deep breath and hitting the answer button. “Hello, Father.”

Father? Well, that threw out the theory that Bi-Han lived with Kuai Liang because their parents were dead. Once again, the thought that he should leave came into his mind, but he was far too invested at this point. He needed to try and understand what was going on here.

“Yes, we’re doing well. Bi-Han’s passing his classes with flying colours, they really think he’s-” He stopped in his tracks and sighed, bringing a hand to rub over his eyes. “I know. I know that’s not why you called. I was just-”

Clearly Kuai was silenced again, as he stood and listened to whatever his father was saying. Kuai’s eyes flicked up to Bi-Han, before he held up his free hand and mimed a mouth talking with it. Bi-Han snorted and smirked at the action.

“No, Father, I haven't found a husband yet, I’m not even dating any-” Kuai suddenly grimaced. “No. I don’t-” His eyes suddenly widened. “Father! I don’t want to have this discussion with you!” Hanzo watched in amazement as Kuai’s face went bright red. “No, I won’t tell you if I’m a top or a bottom so you can hook me up with your friend’s son!”

Bi-Han began to cackle madly, causing Kuai to jerk his hand across his neck, desperately telling him to shut up. This only seemed to cause Bi-Han to laugh harder. All Hanzo could do was watch in sympathy as Kuai desperately tried to explain to his father why such questions were inappropriate.

“Listen, Father. I do not need your help in finding a man and if I ever do, I will tell you.” He threw himself back against the wall. “Please do not talk to your friend or his son on my behalf.” Eventually, Kuai seemed to calm down, his Father obviously agreeing. “Thank you.” Kuai glanced at Bi-Han again. “Would you like a word with your other son?”

There was a second of silence as Kuai hummed, passing the phone over to Bi-Han who had an absolutely evil grin on his face as he took it off.

“Hi Dad,” he began, staring directly at Kuai Liang as he said “yeah, so, you can tell that guy that Kuai’s a bottom-”

“No!” Kuai dashed forward, desperately trying to grab his phone back off his brother. Bi-Han tried to duck and dodge, laughing the entire time and trying to tell their father that Kuai was hopeless at choosing men, and that he needed all the help he could get. Kuai finally managed to wrestle the phone out of Bi-Han’s hand, before holding it to his ear and saying “right, well, it’s been lovely to hear from you again Father. Will see you soon, bye, love you.”

And finally he hung up, giving Bi-Han an exacerbated look, who continued to laugh at his elder brother’s misfortune.

“You are an annoying little brat,” Kuai spat, but it only served to amuse Bi-Han further.

“Holy shit!” Bi-Han exclaimed, wiping tears from his eyes. “I can’t believe he actually asked you what position you prefer.” Kuai’s response was to growl and run his hand down his face. “I mean I can’t blame you for not wanting to tell him if you want to pound someone or be pounded every night.”

“Oh shut up.” Kuai lightly slapped his brother’s arm, not enough to hurt, and Bi-Han clearly thought it was funny. “It’s bad enough he’s trying to insert himself in my love life, I don’t need him knowing anything about my sex life thank you.” Kuai pursed his lips. “You know he’s going to do this to you one day too, right? Keep going on about how you need to find a spouse and settle down.”

“Nah. Because unlike you, I actually have good taste in romantic partners,” Bi-Han smugly replied, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed. “Let’s face it big brother, your taste in men is atrocious.”

“My taste in men is fine, thank you very much.” Kuai crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. “Besides, you liked Erron well enough.”

“Sure, but he was still an alcoholic who larps as a cowboy every day.” Bi-Han shrugged. “Hardly the sort of man who Dad would approve of.” Bi-Han squinted and stuck his tongue out. “Then there was Kano, the wannabe white gangster. And Reiko, the over-the-top wrestler. And Havik, the underground punk musician. And-”

“Alright, you’ve made your point,” Kuai snapped, sounding increasingly annoyed.

“Literally, the only two guys you’ve dated that could even pass as presentable to Dad were Shang Tsung and Quan Chi, but they both still had personalities that sucked.”

Wait? Quan Chi?

Hanzo did a double take at the mention of his boss. Despite Quan Chi being a friend of his father’s, Hanzo didn’t know too much about the man's personal life. He knew he’d had a partner for a while, mostly because he’d bragged about his cute boyfriend multiple times, but Hanzo could never have imagined it would have been Kuai Liang.

The pang of jealousy he felt burning in his chest made him feel guilty.

“Uh. You dated Quan Chi?” Hanzo suddenly asked, as both brother’s head snapped to him, eyes wide like neither of them had realised he was still standing there.

“Oh. H-Hanzo?” Kuai stammered, suddenly brushing himself down like he had no idea how to react. “I didn’t know you were still there. Did- Did you hear all that?”

“Uh. Yeah, sorry.” Really if Kuai had wanted privacy, he shouldn’t have had the conversation in the corridor. Still, that didn’t really mean Hanzo should have stood and watched. “It’s just, I work for Quan Chi, I had no idea you guys dated.”

Kuai sighed. “My latest breakup, I suppose. He was…”

Kuai looked like he was trying to think of a diplomatic way to put it.

“He was an asshole,” Bi-Han said instead, clearly not as concerned about being kind about it as Kuai was. When Kuai softly hushed him again, Bi-Han scoffed. “Well he was! At the start of the relationship he was fine with you having a career, then right after he proposed, he suddenly wanted you as a stay-at-home husband.”

Hanzo blinked, he hadn’t realised Quan Chi had ever proposed to the cute boyfriend. He could only imagine that if he’d pulled the rug like this so suddenly, the relationship didn’t really last long enough for him to announce the engagement.

“It just… turned out we wanted different things,” Kuai tactfully said, giving Hanzo a small smile. “But either way, the break up seems to have triggered something in my Father, and now he’s desperate for me to find a nice man and get married.”

Hanzo hummed in sympathy. “What exactly would he find acceptable in a husband for you?”

“You know, the usual I suppose. High paying job, able to pay his own way, a successful career, has his own place. That sort of thing.”

Before Hanzo could stop himself or contemplate what he was saying, he blurted out “I’m all those things.”

Holy shit he had never experienced absolute silence before. He was fairly sure he’d stopped breathing, as both Kuai and Bi-Han stared at him in bewilderment. Granted Kuai looked genuinely confused by the outburst, while Bi-Han looked somewhere between shocked and absolutely pissed off. He wanted to apologise, to insist he hadn’t meant it like that, but the words just couldn’t come out of his mouth.

“Oh. Uh. Hanzo,” Kuai started, his face once more going a very particular shade of red. “I… uh… I’m flattered, really, but… I… Uh…”

“No, it’s okay, that was inappropriate of me,” Hanzo admitted, holding out his hands, not wanting Kuai to apologise, especially not for turning him down. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“You’re very sweet Hanzo but…” Kuai bit his lip, once more looking like he wanted to find a delicate way to put things. Gods, Hanzo had no idea how he was being so considerate to someone who’d acted so tastelessly towards him. “I think dating a neighbour isn’t the smartest idea, especially if things went wrong between us.”

Hanzo hadn’t even considered that. At best it would probably be awkward running into your ex everyday. At worst? It could be downright nasty.

“No, I get it. You’re right, that isn’t a very smart thing to do.” He felt a weird twist in his gut as Kuai Liang took a deep breath. “Like I said, that was a very stupid and inappropriate thing for me to say. Please, let’s forget it ever happened.”

Kuai sighed and nodded, rubbing his shoulder with his hand. “Anyway.” He turned to Bi-Han. “We should get going. I think our pizzas should be ready for pick up by now.” Kuai offered Hanzo a small smile. “It was nice to speak to you, Hanzo. See you soon.”

“See you.” Hanzo watched as Kuai walked off down the corridor, feeling strangely defeated. Although knowing they were in the process of going out might have explained why they’d been in the corridor for the phone call. That hardly mattered anymore. Hanzo had just made himself look like a complete creepy dick in front of a neighbour who’d been nothing but nice to him.

How the hell could I be so stupid?

He was surprised when Bi-Han’s face enveloped his vision. The teen standing on his tiptoes to get as in Hanzo’s face as he possibly could. He was scowling, looking positively pissed off. And despite it being a kid, Hanzo couldn’t help but swallow nervously.

“If you try anything like that again,” Bi-Han hissed in a low tone, clearly not wanting Kuai to overhear. “I will make the rest of the time you live in this place absolute hell.”

Somehow, Hanzo completely believed that was not an empty threat.

“Bi-Han? Are you coming?” Kuai called from afar, and finally Bi-Han backed off.

He glanced Hanzo up and down one last time in disgust before spitting “later, pervert.”

Hanzo finally felt like he could breathe when Bi-Han finally disappeared down the corridor. Then, he himself turned on his feet, reaching for his door lock and letting himself in. He slammed the door behind him, leaning against it and letting himself slide down the wood. He closed his eyes, wondering how he could have been such a fucking moron.

Least I know he's definitely someone I’ll never have now.

His breathing hiccuped, and as a tear rolled down his face, he felt like a pathetic child having a tantrum for not getting his own way.

No wonder Kuai doesn’t want to be with me.