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kayharrisons · 2 months ago

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Let's have some fun, this beat is sick, wanna take a ride on your- [Bjorn x fem!reader x Kay] [NSFW, 18+]

You're the manager of the up and coming band Corbelan. Only you wish you weren't when you catch your lead singer and drummer fucking.

A/N: i can't lie guys I'm coming out as a Kay x Bjorn shipper 🧍‍♀️I'm highkey obsessed with them so have this random au where the Romulus crew are a band and you catch Kay and Bjorn fucking! Title is from Love Game by Lady Gaga!

Not SUPER important but here's everyone's roles in the band ehehe:

Kay: lead vocals

Rain: keyboard

Bjorn: drums, male vocals

Navarro and Tyler: guitar, backing vocals

Warnings: cousin incest, manager x bandmembers, threesome, sex, face sitting, p in v penetration, fingering, jacking off Bjorn, lil bit of name calling, Bjorn being a smug little shit, catching people in the act, so very unprofessional oh my god there's so many employment boundaries being broken here, Kay and Bjorn are freaky and I rate them for it, idk if the positions will make sense but fuck it we BALL

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" you ask, phone gripped tightly between your fingers, eye twitching as Bjorn stuffs himself back into his jeans, as Kay frantically pulls back up her underwear and her overalls.

"Hey, look-" Kay begins, eyes so impossibly wide. "-it's not what- it's not what it looks like-"

"Actually," Bjorn damn near purrs, slinging an arm around Kay's shoulders and leaning over her, smirking at the fury on your face. "S'actly what it looks like."

"You're- you two are cousins-"

"Not actually related-" Kay defends, voice nothing but a squeak, a shuddery exhale escaping her as Bjorn presses a kiss to her throat.

"Wouldn't stop us even if we were, would it love?" he grins, nipping at her throat before straightening up.

"You're supposed to go on in five fucking minutes-"

"Relax," Bjorn holds up his hands, leaning against the back of the couch, slouched over as he lights up a cigarette. "Didn't fuck her long enough to make her lose her voice."

"Bjorn!" Kay chides, cheeks pink. "...my voice will be fine."

Your eye twitches at the sight of them. Kay wringing her hands anxiously in front of her, Bjorn staring at you and taking drags of his cigarette. Your lead singer and drummer, ladies and gentlemen, just got caught screwing like horny fucking rabbits. You'd literally watched Bjorn's dick pound in and out of Kay's soaked cunt, watched her nails claw at the back of his t-shirt, watched him desperately grope at her chest.

And they're fucking cousins. Technically. Literally. Fucking hell.

"Kay, go." you damn near bark. She nods, sharing one last look with Bjorn, who strokes a hand through her hair and nods back at her. He is completely shameless in the way he stares after her ass as she does.

Jesus fucking christ.

You should've been a librarian or something. Something nice, wholesome, where you don't have to deal with this shit.

"What would you have done if it'd been Tyler who'd walked in?"

"Well," Bjorn hums, taking a thoughtful drag of his cigarette, before pointing his fingers to the wall. "Be a me sized hole in it right 'bout now. And besides, he fuckin' knocks, unlike some people."

"Don't take that goddamn tone with me, Bjorn," you snipe back, all sickly sweet. "I'm not the one fucking my cousin."

"Shame. Bet you'd look gorgeous all fucked out after a tryst."

Your eye twitches again. He smirks wider. The smoke curling from his cigarette and into his face truly makes him look like a fucking demon.

Ugh, like one of those hot ones that would be on like... Supernatural or whatever.

"Finish that," you snap, gesturing to his cigarette. "And get on stage. I'll talk to you both after about..."

"Right, sure," he hums, legs crossed at the ankles. "Me and Kay, you're mad. Yeah, yeah."

"Bjorn-"

"Jealous, love?" he smirks, cocking his head. "Wish it were you getting bent over and fucked? My cock in that tight cunt of yours?"

You flush, stammering, because what? This is all sorts of levels of unprofessional and-

Bjorn's smirk deepens, his eyes darkening. "Or do you wish you were me? Picture yourself fucking my cousin's pretty cunt, do ya? Imagining your mouth on it? Fingers? Don't leave out any details, darlin'-"

"Out!" you bark, heart hammering in your chest.

Bjorn holds up his hands, stubbing out his cigarette before sidling past you and out into the hall, following the directions towards the stage.

Two minutes later, you hear the guitar riff of the opening song start up, just as you sink into the couch, your head buried in your hands and a curious throbbing between your legs.

Maybe Bjorn hadn't been too far off after all.

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

The pair stare at you sitting across from them. The rest of the band had vacated the building, returning to the hotel for a night of well earned rest.

These two, however, had hung back per your request.

Kay's knee bounces anxiously, only stilled by Bjorn's hand gently coming to rest atop it, giving it a comforting squeeze. You watch them, feeling as though you're outside of your body in that moment, as they seem to know and anticipate the other's movements befor they make them.

Bjorn has always kept Kay steady. You'd picked up on it, encouraged it, even. He kept her calm, be it a hand on her shoulder or one of his distracting and outlandish stories. It was hard to miss, the way her shoulders seemed to relax around him, how her face fell into nothing but fond warmth. He was always the first to jump to her defence, to tell tabloids and reporters to suck his dick and fuck off when they quizzed him on Kay's supposed "loose" love life. The others did too, of course, but Bjorn had always held a special kind of vitriol in his eyes when doing so, an odd tenseness to his form.

And Kay? Well, she'd always kept his temper in check, placating him with mere looks or a gentle touch to his arm. Similarly, Kay was always first to his defence, albeit less aggressively than Bjorn was for her, but her soft words and furrowed brow sometimes felt like more of a hard hit than Bjorn's hot headed impulsiveness.

Little things that you'd thought nothing of, at the time. But now, knowing what you know...

"Does anyone else know?" you ask, arms crossed, brow furrowed.

"No," Kay says, quietly, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. "It's... hard to explain our relationship, I'm sure you understand that-"

"Cousins." you retort, and her face darkens in colour. Bjorn's, however, darkens like that of an incoming thunder storm.

"Not actually fuckin' related to her, as we said earlier." he snips back, only relaxing when Kay strokes a hand up and down his spine. "Look, we love each other, we share no genes, what's the big fuckin' deal? It's a bit, y'know, odd, we know that-"

"Had a lot of crisises about it!" Kay adds, and Bjorn grunts his acknowledgement.

"-but it's not like we're doin' anythin' wrong!"

"You think that media outlets are gonna see it that way?" you ask, sighing. "Or even Tyler-"

"I've got him handled!" Kay insists, and even Bjorn arches a brow at that. "Promise. I know how to handle him."

You huff heavily through your nose. "I'm not happy about any of this, hope you both know that."

"Don't give a fuck, love," Bjorn informs you, cheerfully. "If we're bein' frank, I still think you're jealous-"

"That-" you stammer, cheeks burning. Kay raises her brows, cocking her head in thought as she looks at you. Her stare is just as piercing as her cousin's own. "-is completely unprofessional and crossing a line and I'd care for you to not-"

"Are you?" Kay asks, oh so sweetly, as she leans forward a little in her seat. Bjorn's hand idly strokes up and down her leg, his eyes locked on you.

"S'like I told ya, love," he murmurs in her ear, nose nudging her temple as his gaze burns into yours. "She doesn't know who to be jealous of."

Kay hums, body instinctively melting into his. She turns her head, nudging her nose against his, her warm eyes searching his face, drawing his eyes back to hers. His free hand reaches up, cuppping her cheek with a tenderness you've never known him to have.

Your stomach clenches a little at the sight. Your eyes dart between them both.

You have no idea who to look at.

Kay smiles warmly, lips not quite yet meeting Bjorn's. "I think it's both, baby," she hums, glancing over to you, warm smile turning into something sharper, almost feline. "Look at her, trying to figure it out."

Bjorn chuckles softly as he looks to you, brushing his lips against Kay's temple, his icy blue eyes feel more like molten heat than anything cold in that moment.

"Wanna give her a show, then?" he asks, his hand sliding up her thigh, oh so gently trailing along her inner thigh before cupping her cunt through her overalls. Kay whimpers softly, grinding her crotch down into his hand. "S'a good girl," he encourages, pecking her forehead, before his hand roves up her stomach, skimming over her breasts before unhooking the straps of her overalls. "Off." he taps her still clothed stomach, and she grins at him, one he matches with equal intensity.

Has... Bjorn ever looked so happy in all this time you've been managing the band?

Wait.

Why the fuck is that your concern?

Kay is literally standing before you, sliding her overalls off, along with kicking off her shoes. She's left in her cropped tee and panties, and your stomach flutters at the sight. The throbbing between your legs pulses.

"You like?" she asks, twirling one of her curls around her finger. Bjorn inclines his head at you, brows raised in challenge. "We can always stop-"

"I don't think she could if she even wanted to," he damn near sing songs, rising to his feet and moving behind her. He loops his arms around her waist, leaning his chin against her shoulder. "Look at her, squirmin' in her fuckin' seat. Wouldn't be surprised if she's ruined the fuckin' upholstery with how soaked her cunt is."

"Bjorn," Kay chides, tilting her head back to meet his eyes. "Don't be crude." he rolls his eyes, but is sufficiently chided. Until, that is, Kay looks at you with her dark eyes, something hungry in them that you've never seen on her usually oh so sweet face. "Unless you're into that?" she asks you, and Bjorn perks up again. "I know I am. But I know it's not for everybody. Just because I like it when he calls me a dirty little slut doesn't mean you will, y'know?"

Jesus fucking christ.

"I..."

You've always been career driven, always pushed to be the best, to be worth the money, hell, to find the people who make the money. And this? It crosses so many boundaries, would tar your reputation if it ever got out, could ruin your personal relationships...

And yet.

Yet, as you watch Bjorn's fingers trail down Kay's stomach, as you watch him slip them beneath the lace of her underwear, as you watch his fingers circle her clit a few times before disappearing into her cunt, as you watch Kay's eyes roll back and her mouth part...

You find yourself unable to care.

You launch yourself at them, slamming your lips against Kay's, to which she squeaks into your mouth with surprise. You cup her face with one hand, fingers moving back to tangle in her hair. Your other hand moves back, grips tightly onto Bjorn's t-shirt, before sliding down to his belt buckle, fumbling with the metal a moment before undoing it, fingers quickly making short work of his zipper before reaching inside and-

"No boxers?" you query, pulling away from Kay's soft lips to squint at him. She whines a little at the loss, and you soothingly run your thumb over her cheek. "Jesus, you really are a whore, huh, Bjorn?"

"Shut up-" he breaks off into a whimper as you wrap your hand around his cock, pumping your hand up once, twice-

"He really is," Kay hums, leaning back against him, head against his shoulder. "All you gotta do is give him a look and he'll cream his fucking pants like he's a damn virgin. It's super flattering, actually."

Bjorn groans, burying his face in Kay's curls as you work your hand steadily up and down his rock hard dick. "This was a mistake, gettin' you two together in the same room like this-" he mutters, and Kay reaches back, tangling a hand in his hair and lightly tugging on the locks.

"You sure about that, baby?" she purrs, meeting your eyes with a smirk. "You don't want me to tell our manager about all the times you've come outta meetings with her so bricked up you had to fuck your cousin? Or when we'd tell each other about what we'd let her do to us?"

Your cunt pulses again, tongue darting out to moisten your lips. "What would you let me do?" You ask Kay, as Bjorn is too busy whining and whimpering into Kay's hair, his hips bucking with every pump of your fist.

Kay smiles, free hand reaching out, ghosting over your breasts before trailing up your neck and oh so gently cupping your cheek. "Everything," she breathes, leaning her forehead against yours. "But our favourite is- is you letting me sit on your face while Bjorn fucks you."

You whimper at the thought, cunt gushing the second the words leave her lips.

Kay giggles softly, resting her hands on your waist, before sliding them up and over your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. Her fingers make short work of your blouse buttons, soon sliding the material down your arms, her warm hands leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"You're so pretty," she compliments, breathlessly, and this time she's the one lurching forward, slamming her lips into yours as her fingers roughly grope at your breasts. You moan into her mouth, and Bjorn swears softly from behind Kay, whining into her hair again. That is, before he's reaching out with his free hand, tangling it in your hair and yanking your lips from Kay's to his.

His lips are so soft, for someone who can be so viscious with his tongue.

The three of you stumble over to the couch, a tangle of limbs, of desperate kisses, of wandering hands, of clothes being rapidly shed.

Before you know it, the three of you are bare, you're being oh so gently pushed onto your back by Bjorn, who runs his hands down your legs before parting your legs for him. Kay sits close by your head, fingers gently kneading your breasts, rolling and pinching your nipples between her expert fingers.

"You sure?" Bjorn asks you, idly pumping his hand up and down his cock, eyes half shut from the pleasure, the lust.

"Yeah," you breathe, and he exhales shakily, leaning forward with his hands braced against your knees. He rubs the swollen head of his cock against your soaked folds, resulting in cries from you both, before he inches his way inside of you. You whimper at the fullness, the delicious ache of him stretching you with each and every inch.

"Fuckin' shit-" Bjorn cries out, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back, chest heaving as in inhales desperately for air. "So fuckin' tight, sweetheart- christ, it's like a fuckin' vice-"

You babble out something incoherent, and Kay giggles at it, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips, before sitting up and leaning over to peck Bjorn, her fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him forward, deeper inside of you.

You cry out, arching your back and squeezing your eyes shut tight as Bjorn moans into Kay's mouth. She shuffles forward, thighs on either side of your face, her soaked cunt inches away from your mouth.

"You okay with-" you silence her question by grabbing her hips and slamming her down onto your face, hands gripping at her thighs as you start to eagerly lap at her soaked folds.

Kay moans, fingers clutching Bjorn's shoulders as she starts to buck her hips to and fro against your face, her eyes heavy as she watches Bjorn's cock disappear in and out of you.

"I knew you'd like it," Bjorn mutters, smirking at Kay as her dark eyes flick to his. "Dirty little slut, aren'tcha, Kay, love?"

"Yeah," she gasps, as your tongue circles her clit, as your moan sends a shock up her spine. "But you like that about me, cousin."

He whimpers at that, lurching forward and tangling his hands in her hair as he slams his lips against hers, his thrusts staggering a moment before resuming his prior brutal pace.

You've never cum from just penetration alone, but fuck you're going to tonight. The combination of Kay's wet heat, the taste of her, and Bjorn's dick filling you up in all the right ways, the thrill of it all... you can already feel it building.

"Oh just like that, baby," Kay encourages you, groaning and leaning her head back, rocking her hips harder, faster. You moan at the feeling, at her wetness coating your tongue, your mouth. You fingers dig into her thighs, nails leaving crescent shaped marks in her smooth skin, as you speed up your tongue against her clit, spelling your name against the flesh. "Jesus- shit- fuck-"

Kay near collapses her full weight onto your face, it's only Bjorn reaching out and holding her up that stops her. You moan against her pulsing cunt, unable to stop yourself from lapping up her wetness, from lightly teasing her clit and poking your tongue in and out of her pussy. Kay whimpers, tapping at your waist. "Baby, fuck, baby I'm so sensitive, I can't-"

"She can," Bjorn encourages you, squeezing your thigh, as his other hand moves between your joined bodies, his nimble fingers gathering up your own wetness and moving to your clit. You moan against Kay's cunt again, which causes her to splutter, her fingers clutching the couch to keep herself upright. "C'mon, love, think you can make her cum again? Cause I do, reckon it'd be real easy for you to make my cousin a right fuckin' mess."

Kay whines softly, even as you continue your teasing ministrations against her. Her hips buck against your face, craving her release yet again.

"She's desperate for it," Bjorn groans, as his pace grows sloppier, his own release nearing. "Fuck, her cunt never gets enough. Always greedy for it, aintcha, cuz?" he asks her, receiving another whine in response. He laughs breathlessly, removing his hand from your thigh to grab at her throat, squeezing lightly. "S'only me that usually gets her off this good, but you, love?" He coos at you, fingers speeding up against your clit. "I knew you'd manage, fuck, knew you'd be perfect for us to screw. Just as much of a desperate slut as my cousin, aren'tcha? I could tell from a mile away that'cha needed a good fuck, the right cock to driv you fuckin' stupid," he grunts, hiking your leg up high around his waist as he drills into you.

You can only choke out a moan of his name against Kay's cunt, as you feel your release build and build, before stars explode behind your eyes and your back arches off of the couch, your wail muffled by Kay's body.

Bjorn swears loudly, before collapsing forward, panting for breath as his dick twitches and pulses inside of you with his own release, filling you up with his cum. You damn near cum again from that sensation alone.

Kay continues to rock against your face as you and Bjorn recover, and it doesn't take her long to reach her second orgasm, collapsing backwards onto the couch with a content sigh, her arm over her eyes and her legs shaking.

The three of you remain in silence for a minute, the only sounds being that of your staggered breathing, all of you trying to catch your breath.

Until...

"Hang on!" Bjorn sits up, pointing a finger at Kay. "No fair you came twice and we only did the once! You really are greedy, jesus fuckin' christ-"

"You were the one encouraging me to get her to cum again." You remind him, arching a brow as you wipe Kay's slick from your face.

"Still!" He protests, pouting. "I demand a rematch-"

"This was a match?" Kay asks, raising her brows and lowering her arm from her eyes.

"Fuckin' whateva- I still think that we should get to cum twice-" he gestures between you and him, smirking at Kay. "Dontcha agree? Round two, anyone?"

You tilt your head back to look at Kay, and she looks back down at you. A beat passes.

You both burst out into a fit of giggles, which causes Bjorn to pout even further as he defends himself.

Despite your giggles... well, round 2 starts not even ten minutes later.

#alien romulus #alien #bjorn alien romulus #bjorn alien romulus x reader #bjorn x reader #kay harrison x reader #kay harrison x bjorn #bjorn x kay #kay harrison #kay harrison x reader x bjorn #bjorn x reader x kay harrison #bjorn x kay harrison

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thefrogdalorian · 8 months ago

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Going to be very off-topic for just a sec, but given how that campaign is all over my dash, I feel like I can't go on ignoring the emotions it provokes in me. Plus, since this is such a common struggle, I hope that maybe some of you can relate and I want you to know that you aren't alone at all.

If you're also struggling with your emotions over this and you need someone to talk to in confidence, I'm here for you. I understand.

Anyway, warning for mentions of alcohol abuse below the cut:

It's always fascinating to me how alcohol is marketed as this positive thing which brings you happiness and a great social life. When in reality, it often destroys relationships and lives and is, by definition, a depressant. It is a substance which often leaves you unhappier, fatter, lonelier, weaker, sicker, poorer...

And also, do you ever notice how it's never marketed around the taste (because it's literally poisonous and due to social pressure, we have to trick our brains by drinking it enough times that we eventually convince ourselves we actually like the taste of poison)?

It's always about sharing a beer with friends at the beach or enjoying a glass of wine with a meal. Never about how delicious it tastes...

While you may crave the feeling of being drunk, do most people really enjoy the taste and that's the primary reason why they drink? Is that the main reason given at AA meetings/rehab clinics? Do you ever hear alcoholics say: "I couldn't stop drinking that beer because it was just so crisp and refreshing!"

No, of course not. Alcohol is primarily used as a social crutch, or as an escape from one's problems. Dutch courage, social drinking where you feel giggly, giddy and tipsy... until one day you realise you can't socialise without it and it transforms from enjoyment to dependency, hopefully before you permanently damaged your organs...

Anyway, this isn't me being puritanical. I'm not mad at these campaigns or those who star in them, because at the end of the day, celebrities will always take cash from questionable sources. Money talks. Always has, always will.

It's merely an observation on the life this campaign 'sells,' as someone who has decided to break the generational cycle of alcoholism in my family and has been sober for 18 months now.

And a way for me to sort through my feelings and vent my own emotions around these kinds of campaigns. I don't miss alcohol and I don't feel tempted to drink whatsoever, but it's everywhere and there will remain a danger for the rest of my life that I could forget everything I've learned about alcohol. I don't want to lose sight of why I walked away from this destructive drug which is so widely accepted. When the truth is it is far more harmful to you than many illegal drugs.

If you enjoy alcohol, I truly hope you have fun with it in moderation. But I hope you can also stop and recognise the risks involved each time you reach for the bottle. The slippery slope you may be on which there is a danger you don't realise you've been sliding down until you're at the bottom, looking back up. And I hope you realise that what these advertising campaigns show are never rooted in the reality of what this substance can do to you.

If you start drinking that beer, it's far more likely you'll end up with kidney damage than you will ever get to share a cold bottle of it on the beach with that actor you love so much...

#alcohol #sobriety #alcoholism #alcoholic #addiction awareness #613 days sober and counting :)#spud rants #personal #<- like VERY personal but i needed to get this out #and as i said if anyone wants to talk i'm here! i get it!#i've long ago stopped caring about what silly decisions stupid famous people make but a small part of me can't help but wish he picked #something ANYTHING else to market #gorgeous talented in demand actor with the world at his feet chooses to work with an industry which causes so much death and destructionSAD #like every industry does lol im not naive but yeah i clearly feel personally towards this one #so im gonna feel weird about it and also not interact with any more of it #i did this morning but my emotions caught up with me the rest of the day #one day i'll write something about how many alcoholics are likely undiagnosed nd people but thats another day #anyway din djarin shitposts will resume shortly i feel better for getting this off my chest lol

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i-am-baechu · 2 years ago

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Title: Switched!! (M)

Genre: Class President! Jin, College! Reader, strangers to lovers, Bts are witches, magic, switched bodies, romance, comedy, fluff, smut, and angst

Summary: There was a rumor through the school of Bangtan that there were seven witches in the school but L/N Y/N thought that was stupid. Being in her final year of school, she could finally leave the rumor behind her and move forward with her life with her best friend, Yeri. Meeting the class president by running into him wasn’t the plan but what most definitely wasn’t the plan was switching bodies with him. Now, what's going on in this school?

Warnings: Explicit language, Y/N is kinda dumb and selfish in this, Jin just wants love, angst, and smut

Rumors are the cruel versions of the truth, at least that’s what L/N Y/N thought. All her school life she's heard about this rumor, the seven witches of Seoul. A very specific number but that was the rumor. She’s heard that they brainwash you to get what they want or they steal from you by using “magic”. It just sounded like a scam artist using their power on the locals. Even now in college, she’s still hearing this but it was much more relevant on the campus. Clubs were looking into the “witches” and it doesn’t help that her best friend, Kim Yeri, was the president of one of the clubs.

“Yah! Y/N, stop sulking in the corner and help staple these papers together!”

“I’m not sulking, I was just reading something on my phone.”

Y/N got up from her chair and walked towards Yeri who was checking things off of a list. Y/N tilted her head at the papers and looked back at Yeri with an amused look, “You're going camping this weekend? You?”

Yeri pouted and rolled her eyes at her friend, “Yes, there was a sighting in the forest and the club is taking a field trip there.”

“Make sure you pack extra hair ties, you always lose them.”

“Yeah, yeah. I was wondering-”

“The answer is no.”

Yeri sighed and looked up at the ceiling. She looked back at Y/N with a pout, “Please. It could be fun, being around nature.”

“I love you and I have accepted your passion for the “witches” but I won’t be participating in those activities that involve them.”

“What if I told you that Johnny was going to be there...”

Y/N stopped in her tracks and slowly turned towards Yeri, “Why would he bet there? He doesn't even believe in the rumor.”

“I have my ways. So, are you coming?”

“I guess...”

In another classroom, the student council sat there discussing things that weren’t school-related but something else related. Kim Seokjin, the class president, stood in front of everyone with his arms crossed staring at the six men in the room, “What did I say about going to the forest?”

Park Jimin, the commissioner of public relations, groaned and leaned back in his chair, “Me and Tae were just messing around. Never let us have fun.”

“That’s because people are curious and they will investigate.” Kim Namjoon, the vice president, shook his head at the younger member.

“Hyung, we didn’t even do anything.”

“Taehyung, you literally made a flower garden in the infertile soil. It’s going to raise questions.”

Kim Taehyung, the secretary, looked at Min Yoongi, treasurer, with a frown, “It was just flowers...”

“Guys, we need to be more careful. I don’t want to move to another school. I want to finish here.”

“Kook, it's going to be fine.”

Jung Hoseok, the treasurer, rubbed the back of the youngest member, Jeon Jungkook, commissioner of athletics. Jin rolled his eyes and clapped his eyes making everyone quiet. They looked at him as if they were getting scolded by their father, “No more forest. I’m about to graduate which means I can’t watch you guys as much.”

“You can still watch us at home, so what’s the problem?”

Jin shook his head and gave Jimin a pointed look, “I don’t trust you guys here.”

“But Yoongi-hyung can watch us.”

“If he isn’t lazy. Guys, just follow the rules. I made the rules for a reason, just listen to me. Please.”

“Sorry, hyung.”

Jin sighed and let a smile appear, “Now, let’s talk about the fundraiser.”

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After being here at Bangtan University, you would think Y/N would know more people. She only knew Yeri and a few other students but she wouldn’t count them as friends. She can’t see herself hanging out with them outside of projects and she didn’t want to give them the title of acquaintances, it felt too close still. The one person she knew and wanted to be more of was Johnny Suh. Johnny was everything she wasn’t. He was extroverted, popular, funny, and most of all he was hot.

She met Johnny when they had a project in history class, she was expecting to do all the work but Johnny changed her mind. He actually taught her some things about the subject and she was smitten by him. He would always make his way to her and ask her how she was doing or even drop off a sandwich because he knew she forgot to eat sometimes. She liked him but she would never do anything because she was more reserved. Even with the camping trip a week ago, she didn’t dare to talk to him about dating. So instead, she stuck with Yeri.

Y/N walked into her class and her eyebrow raised when she saw one of the student council members sitting at the desk with a girl in front of him. It was clear they were making out and she interrupted them. She let out a small cough and bowed her head, “Sorry.” with that, she ran out with her face feeling hot. Jimin was a known playboy but she thought the classroom would be off-limits for him.

She walked into the lunch court and she felt a small tap on her shoulders. She turned her head and she swore she felt her face get hotter. Johnny was close to her face giving her a small smile, “Good morning, Y/N. I was looking for you.”

“O-Oh? Why?”

He let out a small chuckle and took a sandwich from his bag. He placed the sandwich in her small hands and smiled at her, “Yeri told me you were going to class early and I just knew that meant you didn’t eat breakfast.”

A small smile appeared as she shyly glanced down at the floor, “You know me too well...”

“I just want to take care of you...you're not in class though. Did something happen?”

She let out a sigh and looked at him with an annoyed look, “Park Jimin happened.”

“Oh? He was fucking in the classroom?”

She scoffed at this and shook her head, “Not yet. I just wanted to get my laptop set up for class.”

He let out a small laugh and wrapped his arm over her shoulders, bringing her into him, “Looks like we can spend time together.”

“Yo-You want to spend time with me?”

“Of course I do, let’s go to the corner.”

The corner was the center of everything. Where couples went on dates or students wanted fresh air. The corner was also where people watched the student council speak. Even though Y/N has been here for four years, she has never been to one of the speeches. She just didn’t see a point to it but that was going to change today.

It was a sunny day, not a cloud to be seen. It was the kind of day when people would have to take allergy medicine. Y/N glanced up at Johnny who was talking about his recent art class and how he had to draw someone’s dick. He was just so handsome to her and it made her happy that he could easily talk to her (she wished she could do the same). They stopped walking when they saw the student council with a microphone.

“Neh, Johnny, who is that?”

Johnny glanced at the stage and then back at Y/N, “That’s Kim Seokjin, the president. Jeez, Y/N, you don’t even know the president. You're about to graduate, you should know him.”

“I just don’t pay attention...”

She looked up at him and he stood there in a white dress shirt and loose black tie around his neck. His hair was puffy but it shaped his head perfectly and she wondered how soft the black strands were. She watched him adjust the stand and she saw the veins on his hands appear making her heart beat a little faster (which was weird). He let out a small cough and moved his plump lips, “I am Seokjin, your class president. I would like to tell you guys about a fundraiser we are going to have for the soccer team.”

She looked around the small crowd and noticed that it was mostly girls looking at him. It clicked that this was the reason why everyone was at the corner, it was for him or the other members. She rolled her eyes at the girls and looked at Johnny, “Do you want to eat at the benches?”

“I am hungry, doesn’t your class start in thirty mins though?”

“I have some nuts to snack on, I just want to sit down...and catch up. Is that okay with you?”

Johnny smiled and nodded his head. He wrapped his arm over her shoulders again and started walking away from the crowd. Before they left the corner, she glanced over her shoulders to look at Seokjin one final time.

After his speech, he bowed to the students and turned towards Taehyung with an annoyed look, “Where was Jimin?”

“He’s on campus.”

Jin sighed and looked at Jungkook who was avoiding eye contact, “Jungkook, where was Jimin?”

“I-I don’t know what you're talking about...”

“You know-”

“I’m here!”

Jin turned around and saw Jimin, just by his appearance his eyes twitched. His shirt was inside out, his hair was messy and he had lipstick stains on the side of his neck. Jin shook his head and looked down at the ground, “Where were you?”

“I-I was coming here.”

“Oh really because you don’t look like it.”

Jimin looked down at himself and looked back at him, “Don’t judge a book by its cover...I didn’t get laid.”

Jungkook let out a loud laugh and pointed toward him, “Loser!”

“Shut the fuck up, someone barged in and it kinda killed the vibe.”

Jin looked at Jimin with a curious look, “Who was it?”

“I think it was L/N Y/N, I don’t know I was too busy with Soojin.”

“Y/N...” Jin turned his head towards the crowd and looked through everyone. He frowned and looked back at his members, I guess she left...

Y/N sat with Johnny and looked up at the sky with a small smile. Johnny glanced at her and smiled at her, “You look content.”

“I feel it...it’s a nice day. The sun feels warm and the winds aren’t too cold the perfect weather.”

“Oh, very poetic, Ms. L/N.”

She rolled her eyes and tossed some almonds into her mouth, “It’s just the truth...How was English this morning?”

“The same. Yeri was trying to convince the teacher about the seven witches thing. It killed time, so I had no complaints.”

She laughed at this and shook her head, “That sounds like her...what can you tell me about Seokjin?”

Johnny took a sip of his water and glanced at her, “He’s the same age as you and he's the class president. Other than that, I don't know anything else about him, why?”

“I don’t know...I’m curious about him.” I’m not sure why though...

Johnny shrugged his shoulders and looked down at the ground. She glanced at him with a worried look, she's never seen him nervous before. He let out a deep sigh and looked at her, “Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me.”

Her eyes widened and for a second her mind malfunctioned. Johnny, the guy who she had a crush on for two years, is asking her out. She blinked her eyes and covered her mouth, “Holy shit, it's happening.”

“What?”

She shook her head and smiled at him, “You want to go out with me?”

“Of course I do. I really like you and I want to get to know you more.”

She felt her face getting hot and she nodded her head, “That sounds fun. When do you want to go on the date?”

Johnny gave her a wide smile and nodded his head, “I was thinking this Friday. We can go to that new cafe down the street, Cherry Bomb.”

“Yeri said they have good lemonade...I’m excited.”

Johnny rubbed the back of his neck and looked at his watch, “Your class is about to start, I’ll walk you.”

“Yo-You don’t have to...you're already taking me on a date. I don’t want to bother you more.”

Johnny rolled his eyes as he stood up with his bag on his back, “Shut up let’s go.”

She smiled and gathered her things as she stood up. She started walking away but this caused Johnny to roll his eyes. He quickly walked up to her side and intertwined their fingers together. She glanced down at their connected hands and smiled to herself. They continued to walk towards the building but her eyes landed on Seokjin who was scolding Jimin. For some reason, she wondered about the class president. Who was Seokjin truly?

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

Y/N was in study hall typing away for her upcoming physics exam. It’s been a week since she saw Seokjin at the corner and for some reason, she's been seeing him everywhere. She never really paid attention but apparently, they shared three classes. There was something about him that drew her in and it annoyed her. She couldn’t figure out why she was so infatuated with him. As far as she knew, they never interacted with each other. Not even with class projects. It was annoying because she finally landed a date with Johnny but here she was thinking about someone she has never met.

She let out a frustrated sigh and closed her laptop with annoyance, “Why am I thinking of him? This is so weird.” She gathered all her things and walked away from the library each step she took, she felt the frustration leave her body. Maybe all she needed was a small walk. It was probably stress, it has been a busy exam week.

She walked into Yeri’s club and she froze in her spot. The guy who she was thinking about was standing there talking to Yeri with no problem. The way the sun highlighted his features made her feel weak to her knees. She shook her head and set her things on the table causing Yeri to look at her with a smile, “Ah, Y/N!”

“Hey, Yeri.” She glanced at Jin and gave him a small smile, “Hello, class president.”

Jin swallowed some spit and gave her an awkward smile, “H-Hey.”

Yeri glanced between the two and shrugged her shoulders. She looked at Y/N and clapped her hands, “I was just talking to Jin about the fundraiser. He wants us to take part in it.”

Y/N raised her eyebrow and looked at Jin, “Oh? What would we do?”

Jin felt his hands get wet with nerves and wiped his hands on his jeans, “I-I was thinking about doing a booth. So many people believe in the seven witches that I thought it would be fun to incorporate it with the soccer fundraiser.”

“That sounds fun. How do witches connect with soccer?”

“I-I just know this club is super popular, I just thought it would be a good collaboration.”

Y/N nodded her head and looked at Yeri, “That’s good news for you Yeri. Just tell me what to do and I’ll help.”

Yeri let out an excited squeal and clapped her hands, “I can’t believe I'm working with the class president! All the girls will be jealous of me.”

Y/N let out a small laugh and glanced at Jin. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes. She could’ve sworn that she saw sparkles in his eyes but it could’ve been the sun's glare. Jin looked at her and their eyes connected. He felt like his soul was ripped out of him at her curiosity and he knew she had no idea what was going on. He let out a small cough and bowed at them, “I have to go. Thank you for collabing with me.”

“Of course class president! I’ll see you this Wednesday!”

Jin nodded his head and waved at the two girls. He quickly made his way out of the class and ran straight to the student council room. He slammed the door closed and leaned against the door with sweat coming down his face.

“Hyung, are you okay?”

Jin looked to see all his members looking at him with worried looks. He swallowed his spit and looked at them with a scared look, “I-I...I’m pretty sure that Y/N is my soulmate.”

“L/N Y/N, Yeri’s friend?”

Jin looked at Jungkook and nodded his head, “I kinda knew it was someone in my classes because I felt sick but I didn’t think it would be her.”

“What’s wrong with Y/N?”

“Nothing...it’s just we’re so opposite. She's so quiet and barely talks to anyone...What if she hates me?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes at this and sat on the couch, “You won’t know unless you try. Just be careful because you don’t know what the side effect is with her yet.”

“Thanks for the confidence.”

“Noona is really nice. She helped me with my English assignment for tutoring. You just have to break her shell.”

Jin smiled to himself and nodded his head, “We are working together for the fundraiser.”

“See, it's perfect! Now don’t be a pussy and talk to her.”

“Yah! Jimin, I still need to punish you for not showing up for the speech!”

“Kinky.”

Y/N sat next to Yeri and let the couch swallow her, “You had a good study session?”

Y/N sighed and shook her head, “Not really...I had things on my mind.”

“Is it the date this Friday?”

“Yeah...and something else.”

Yeri raised her eyebrow and turned her body towards her, “Is something else going on? Tell me~.”

Y/N sighed and glanced at her before looking back at the ceiling, “I’ve been thinking about Jin...I don’t know why but there’s something about him that caught my eye.”

“Like romantic? You finally have a date with Johnny. It could be your brain playing games on you because you're nervous for Johnny. You know, your brain wants you to fail before you start.”

Y/N nodded her head and looked at Yeri, “Yeah, that could be it. Johnny wants to take me to the park afterward.”

“Oh, tell me more.”

Y/N found herself back in the library the next day reading more folktales for her literature class. The subject was the myth of the seven witches. She wasn’t shocked when the professor said this because she was Yeri’s mother. Like mother, like daughter. She pulled a book out of the shelves and started reading the book, “...The seven witches are known throughout the land as the healers of humanity. Saving those who are in need regardless of what it is. For generations, they will continue this until they find their soulmates. Once they find their soulmates then the witch can’t function right. Which is very dangerous. The seven witches have different side effects, the one that is known is switching bodies...”

Y/N closed the book and grabbed another book heading to the checkout station. She placed her books on the dark wood as she took out her student ID, “Hello, Mrs. Conner. I would like to check these two books out.”

“Y/N?”

She looked up from her wallet to see Jin looking back at her with a surprised look. She smiled at him and looked behind him, “Is Mrs. Conner not here?”

“Sh-She’s in a meeting.”

Y/N nodded her head and handed her student ID to him. Jin felt sweat form on his neck as he gently took the card out of her hand. He scanned her ID and then her books. He tilted his head at the book choices and looked up at her with a smile, “Your reading about the seven witches?”

“For a project.”

“Do you believe in the seven witches?”

Y/N let out a small laugh and shook her head, “Not really. I think it's a scam...but if you believe in it then don’t let my opinion alter your views.”

Jin let out a small laugh and scanned the books, “I believe in them...I think it's...fun to believe in it.”

“Yeah, Yeri’s been believing that since we were kids. Her mom takes her to the shrine with the seven witches statue in Busan every summer.”

“What about the shrine in Anyang?”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and put her ID back in her wallet, “I’ve been there once. It’s nice and peaceful but I only go for the scenery.”

“Do your parents believe in the seven witches?”

Y/N scoffed at this and nodded her head, “My mom has these stones for them and my dad does the prayer thing to them. I just watch on the sidelines.”

“You know the seven witches are different each generation.”

“That makes sense...can I take my books?”

Jin nodded his head and slid the books towards him, “Enjoy the books...before you go. Do you want to pick a coffee with me right now?”

Y/N glanced down at the books and picked them up. She looked at him with a confused look, “Sure...”

Jin smiled to himself and moved away from the desk. He grabbed his jacket from the coat hanger with a wide smile on his face. He walked towards her with his hands in his pocket, “What kind of coffee do you like?”

“I like iced americano...that's it.”

“I like my coffee sweet if I’m being honest. White chocolate mocha is super good.”

Y/N nodded her head and glanced down at her shoes, “Yeri likes that too...”

“I like dipping my bread in the mocha. It's super good. You should try it.”

“Jin...why do you want to hang out with me?”

Jin raised his eyebrow at her, “Do you not want me to hang out with you?”

“That’s not what I meant...it’s just...we're so different.”

“Opposites attract.”

“But we never spoke to each other. I know we're working together on this fundraiser but you don’t have to hang out with me.”

He rolled his eyes and opened the door (thank god there was a cafe in the library), “I just want to hang out with you. I know Yeri because she's the president of her club and we had meetings. I know you but I don’t know you.”

She nodded her head and looked at the menu, “It’s weird. You're easy for me to talk to.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

Y/N said her order and went to take out her phone to pay but Jin beat her. She looked at Jin and frowned at this, “Why did you do that?”

“You can pay for me next time.”

“Next time?”

Jin didn’t say anything and ordered his drink. Jin is so weird but enduring I guess... They walked to a table towards the back as they waited in silence. She glanced down at her phone and started reading an article as Jin just sat there with nervousness. What do you say to your soulmate that doesn’t know that they're the soulmate? It's a complicated situation and Google can’t help him figure it out. He opened his mouth but it was quickly cut off when he heard someone say Y/N’s name. She looked up and a smile appeared on her face, “Johnny.”

He glanced at the man who was now at their table and felt his heart drop at the look they shared, “Hey, why didn’t you tell me you were at the library?”

“I just needed two books. Jin invited me to the cafe.”

Johnny glanced at Jin (with a small glare that only Jin saw), “That’s nice of the class president. Y/N, are we still up for that date?”

“Unless you change it then yes.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later. Bye, president.”

Jin watched him leave and his chest felt heavy. He looked at Y/N with a small (fake) smile, “Are you with Johnny?”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “No.”

“You seem happy with him.”

“I guess. We should get our drinks.”

Jin let out an awkward cough and nodded his head, “Yeah.” This whole soulmate thing just got more complicated.

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

“Class president, where do you want me to put these papers?”

Jin glanced up at Y/N and let out a nervous laugh, “What is it?”

Y/N glanced down at the papers and then back at him, “It’s just...posters. Yeri just handed them to me so I wasn’t sure what they were.”

Jin nodded his head and stood up from his desk. He walked towards her and glanced down at the posters trying his best to ignore her eyes, “I’ll look at them and sign them off.”

“Okay, class president.”

“Please call me, Jin.”

Y/N nodded her head and glanced at the window with a frown, “It's so windy...hopefully the winds don’t blow off the posters.”

“Don't worry, I have it under control.”

It's been a week since Y/N’s meeting with Jin at the cafe which means it's been a week since Johnny’s date. The date was everything she wanted and something was missing. She didn’t know what it was but it could be the nerves. When she left Jin that day at the cafe, for some reason it hurt her heart to see his sad face but she continued to walk away.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

She looked up from her lemonade drink and nodded her head, “Yeah, why?”

Johnny shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his drink, “You seemed distracted. I was just worried.”

She shook her head, “I’m just nervous that's all.”

“Ohhh, I make you nervous?”

“Shut up.”

She gave him a smile and went to walk out but her foot got caught in the rug (the day before Hoseok and Namjoon were trying to sew something. Everything was going well until Namjoon accidentally cut the rug). In a matter of seconds, she felt something hard against her back. She closed her eyes waiting for impact but when she opened them she was standing up. She was really confused and looked down to see herself in her arms, “What the fuck?”

Jin opened his eyes and looked up to see his face, “Oh, shit.”

Y/N quickly dropped Jin and looked down at her hands with wide eyes. She rushed to look at herself in the mirror and her mouth dropped. There she was in Jin’s body. She let out a small scream but it was soon covered with Jin’s (her own) hand. She pushed him off and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, “What the fuck is going on? Oh my god, am I drunk? I don’t drink though...What the fuck is going on!?”

“Calm down...I-I...fuck.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down. I’m in someone else's body.”

Jin sighed and went to his table ignoring her distress. He pushed some paper away and opened a fancy red book. He read away and his eyes widened at the words “...The one side effect of soulmates is body switching. This is the only one that is known throughout the community. The only way to switch back is a kiss on the lips. The body switching will continue until both soulmates accept each other.”

“Jin!? Stop ignoring me!” Jin sighed and walked towards her ignoring her confusion. He leaned forward and placed her lips against his own. He watched her eyes widen and then slowly close as he did the same. When they moved away, Y/N looked down to see herself in her own body but that didn’t stop the questions, “Jin, what the fuck just happened?”

“We switched bodies.”

“I fucking got that! Why did we switch!?”

He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a nervous laugh, “What if I told you I was part of the seven witches?”

Y/N blinked her eyes and let out a small laugh but when she saw his serious look she stopped. She blinked her eyes again and then all of a sudden she fell to the ground. Jin's eyes widened at this and cursed under his breath, “Oh shit she fainted.”

He picked her up (with his sleeves covering his hands so they wouldn't touch) and placed her on his couch and rubbed his forehead roughly, “Fuck...she already has a boyfriend. I can’t just come into her life and change it, I’m not a homewrecker. I’m not Jimin.”

He walked towards his mini-fridge and took out a water bottle. He placed it on the coffee table and sighed to himself, “Why does this happen to me? What did I do?”

Y/N let out a small sigh and opened her eyes slowly. She turned her head to see the water bottle and glared at it. She quickly shot up and glared at Jin, “YOU’RE A FCUKING WITCH!”

Jin jumped at the sudden loudness from her and was actually shocked that she could be that loud, “Don’t yell that so loud!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Let me be quiet about this. You know switching bodies is fucking normal.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry-”

“We just fucking switched bodies I-I...Whose the other witches?”

Jin looked at her with a confused look, “What?”

“Don’t what me! Who are the other witches?”

“The other student council members...”

Y/N stared at him and let out a sarcastic laugh, “Of course, they are...why am I not shocked by this? Is that why Jimin fucks so many people because he uses his magic?”

“What? No, he’s just a whore.”

They stared at each other and the tension between them was awkward but also sexual. Jin knew why it was sexual but he wasn’t going to act on that. Y/N pointed at Jin with a wide smile, “We can switch bodies...I want us to switch bodies tonight.”

Confusion was painted on Jin’s face and he titled his head, “What?”

“I have a date with Johnny tonight and you’re more extroverted...I need you to be extroverted for this date because I was so awkward on the first date.”

“You want me to go on a date with Johnny!?” You’re my fucking soulmate!!!

“I think that’s fair...I don’t know okay damn. I just want a good date with him!”

My fucking soulmate wants me to go on a date with someone who already hates me...nice, “What do I get out of it?”

“I mean...you get kisses from me. That’s good?”

“Are you asking me if it's good or are you asking yourself?”

“Yes.”

Jin let out a deep chuckle making Y/N swallow her spit at how hot it sounded, “Your kisses are a good prize. Fine, I’ll do it.”

Before Y/N could say anything, Yeri barged in with papers in her hands. Yeri glanced between the two with a raised eyebrow, “Did you guys fuck?”

“WHAT!?”

Yeri shrugged her shoulders and placed the papers on Jin’s desk, “The aura just feels like when someone just got fucked.”

Y/N glanced at Jin and she didn’t miss Jin looking her up and down. She shook her head and bowed at Jin, “Bye, president.”

“By-Bye.”

Y/N grabbed Yeri’s wrist and quickly made their way out of the room with her face feeling hot. What did I do to deserve this?

“What did I do to deserve this?” Jin plopped down into his chair and stared at the poster. Yeri wanted to find your soulmate booth and Jin smirked at it. An idea popped into his head.

“Wait, so you're going on a date for your soulmate?”

Jin sighed and nodded his head towards Yoongi, “Yes I am...”

“You know how stupid that sounds, right hyung?”

Jin glared at Jungkook through the mirror and sighed, “Aren’t you guys supposed to support me through this difficult time?”

“No, it's our job to make things hard for you.”

“Thanks, Taehyung.”

It was time for the date and Jin was already dreading it. He just wanted to help his soulmate but fucking hell. Going on a date with another person isn’t what he wanted. He turned around and put on his jean jacket with a frown, “I’ll be going.”

“Good luck, hyung.”

“You need it!”

Jin rolled his eyes at his members and left the house with a weight on his shoulders. He always thought finding his soulmate would be the happiest moment of his life. His parents always told him that finding his soulmate would be life-changing and they were right. He can’t believe that Y/N was infatuated with someone else and he was such a fool that he would do anything for his soulmate. He just wanted to feel love and even though this is wrong, he was still going to do it to feel something at least.

He knocked on the door and Y/N opened it. His mouth dropped at the sight. She was wearing a floral deep v-neck blouse that had bell sleeves and a bow in the back, she had a white mini skirt on with white knee socks underneath with black mary janes. Her hair was just a simple braid and her makeup was soft, she looked beautiful, “Jin did you hear me?”

He shook his head and smiled at her, “What was that sorry?”

“I said, did you want a drink and you can come in?”

He nodded his head and walked into the door. He took off his shoes as they headed into her small living room. It was a very neat living room with everything in its place and everything was clean. Y/N sat on the couch with Jin sitting next to her, “What drink do you want?”

“Oh, water is good.”

Y/N nodded and got up from the couch with a smile on her face. He watched her leave the couch and he couldn’t help himself from looking at her bare thighs. The knee socks hugged her legs perfectly and he hated how distracted he was with her. She was someone else's, he needed to remember that.

She handed him the water looking at the ground with an awkward look, “Th-Thanks for doing this. I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, it’s no problem.” It’s a big problem.

“Do I just touch you?”

“Physical touch…that’s it.”

She gently placed her hand on top of his and his touch sent an electric shock through her body. She ignored it because it could be magic. When she opened her eyes, she was taller. She glanced to her left and saw her body. It worked again, “Thank you again, Jin.”

“Yeah…where’s the date?”

“It’s at Simon Says.”

He can afford that? “That sounds like a good date.”

“Johnny said it took him months to get it.”

“I’m glad he got it for you. I should get going.”

Y/N nodded her head and stood up with a smile. She gave him a quick hug, “Thank you for doing this. I appreciate it.”

“Anything for you Y/N.”

Jin left her apartment with a dark cloud over his head. He couldn’t explain this feeling, heading to your soulmate's date. It’s a weird feeling and it hurts if anything. With each step he took, he felt his heart breaking. The only thing he wanted was for Y/N to be happy and if he had to do this then so be it.

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

Y/N felt like shit. It’s been two weeks since the body switched and she fell ill. Every time she switched with Jin, she felt sick. On top of things, she was spending more time with Jin for the fundraiser and she felt her heart beat faster. It was so confusing because she really liked Johnny and it’s been two years of having her crush. Dating Johnny was the only thing she wanted but now she’s rethinking everything. Jin changed her thoughts and she didn’t know if she liked this.

“Y/N did you hear me?”

She looked up and the person that was on her mind was staring at her with a raised eyebrow, “I’m sorry what?”

“I said, are you excited for the soulmate booth?”

She glanced at the booth and let a small smile appear, “I guess…I feel indifferent.”

“How’s your seven witches project?”

“Oh, I haven’t been doing it. She extended it so it’s due at the end of the month.”

Jin frowned at this and nodded his head, “So you haven’t been doing any research on it?”

“I had a chemistry project. You just want me to learn more about you.”

He let out an awkward laugh (something Y/N didn’t pick up), “Yeah…”

“I don’t understand this soulmate thing.”

Jin smiled and picked up one of the rocks, “The seven witches created this spell that when soulmates grab the same rock, it lights up to this pink color.”

“Oh they like rocks like penguins then?”

“I guess.”

She glanced at the rocks and then back at Jin, “Have you found your soulmate?”

“Yeah, I have.”

For some reason, Y/N's heart broke at this. She had Johnny so she couldn’t focus on Jin, “O-Oh really. That’s good. I’m happy for you. What’s she like?”

Jin let out a small laugh and smiled softly, “She's shy but at times she isn’t. She’s super smart and helps everyone who needs it. She’s also beautiful, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.”

Her lips formed a tight smile and nodded her head, “I’m happy for you…When is the booth opening again?”

“Tomorrow night. I’ll see you there?”

“Of course, I’ll be there, Jin.”

He gave her a quick smile and left to go look at the booth. She frowned at this when she saw a shift in his demeanor. Something was wrong with him and she felt she was at fault but she didn’t know why. She felt a heated look on her and she turned to see Namjoon glaring at her. She looked around to see if he was glaring at someone else but now it was towards her. She frowned and let out a nervous laugh, “Is everything okay, Namjoon?”

“How long?”

“How long what?”

Namjoon sighed and glanced at Jin before glaring back at her, “How long are you going to keep this up with Jin?”

“Well the fundraiser is-”

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N.”

She looked at him with a confused look, “Namjoon, I’m so confused...”

“You have a textbook, use it.”

She watched him leave and she stood there confused. The textbook? What does that have anything to do with this? She brought out her thoughts when she felt a touch on her shoulders. She turned around and saw Johnny smiling at her, “I bought you doughnuts.”

She smiled at this and took the bag out of his hand, “Thanks...Are you coming to the soulmate booth tomorrow?”

“No, I have a test online during that time. I was wondering if tonight we could go on a date.”

She glanced at Jin but shook her head, "I don't need Jin, I can do this myself, “Yeah, I’ll go.”

Johnny smiled and intertwined their fingers together. As they walked off, she glanced over her shoulder to see Jin talking to Jimin with a small smile on his face. She wanted to run to him and hug him but she couldn’t. She realized at that moment she had feelings for Jin and she was basically leading Johnny on. They went to the corner and sat at the bench together as she frowned to herself.

Johnny saw the frowned and looked at her, “Is something wrong?”

“Yeah...Johnny I-”

“You like Jin?”

She looked at Johnny with wide eyes and nodded her head with shame, “Ho-How did you know?”

Johnny smiled at her and took a bite of his doughnut, “I kinda figured.”

“I’m sorry...I did really like you...Oh god, I’m a horrible person.”

“Look, no hard feelings. I just need some time away from you to heal. I just want you to be happy Y/N.”

She looked at Johnny with a frown and gave him a quick hug, “I’m sorry...”

“Go get him.”

Y/N gave Johnny a quick kiss on the cheek and left, leaving Johnny there. He sighed to himself and leaned back into the wooden bench. He took another bite of his doughnut and felt someone sitting next to him. He turned his head and smiled, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to check on you.”

He let out a small laugh and glanced down to see her holding a rock, “Why do you have a rock, Yeri?”

She let out a small laugh, “Just take it...it will be good for you, trust me.”

Y/N ran back to the booth and looked around to see that everyone was gone. She frowned at this and took her phone out. She clicked on the icon and sent a text, Where are you?

I went back to my dorm. I’m tired...make sure you read the textbook

She bit her lip and sighed. Whatever Jin wanted to tell her, it was in the textbook. She ran towards her apartment and tried her best to avoid everyone to get there faster. She ran into her bedroom and grabbed the textbook that was on her desk. She opened her textbook and her mouth dropped, “Jin’s my soulmate...”

“Welcome to the soulmate booth! Let the seven witches find your soulmate this evening!”

Jin sighed to himself and he watched everyone go up the booth, everyone but that person he wanted. He leaned back in his chair and felt a hand on his shoulder, “Hyung it's okay.”

“Hoseok it's not okay...I should’ve told her.”

“Hyung, it’s not your fault. The whole situation is messed up.”

Jin sighed and nodded his head, “Yeah it is.”

Yeri overheard the conversation and glanced at them with their curious eyes, “Who's your lucky girl?”

“Somone...”

“Do I know them?”

Jin sighed and nodded his head, “Yeah, you do.”

“Oh! Is it Y/N?”

“Go do your job, Yeri!”

Jin stood up and was about to leave when he heard his name getting yelled out in the crowd. He turned around and saw Y/N panting. He raised his eyebrow and made his way towards her, “Y/N, are you okay?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you-”

“Grab a rock with me, Jin.”

He was about to walk away but Y/N forced his hand open. She dropped a rock into his hand and grabbed another rock just to have pink light shining against her skin. She glanced at the rock and then back at him, “I’m your soulmate Jin...why didn’t you tell me?”

“You had someone else...I didn’t want to take advantage of you.”

“I liked you for a while but I just thought of myself liking you as a friend. The more I thought about it the more I realized I liked you Jin. Please give me a chance...please.”

He blinked his eyes and leaned forward placing a quick kiss on her lips. When he pulled away he gave her a smile, “Of course I would give you a chance...I would give us a chance everyday for the rest of my life.”

On the other side of the booth, Johnny held the rock with an uninterested look, “It’s a rock, that's it.”

“Are you sure about that?”

He glanced up and saw Yeri grabbing a rock and he watched his rock lit up, “No way...”

“Yes way.”

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

Jin tugged at Y/N’s shirt, their faces centimeters away from each other, “Ji-Jin...”

His eyes slightly glaring at her threateningly, “What does the shrine do for the witches?”

“So the witches can hear their prayers and help them.”

“Correct.”

Jin let her go and she let out a small cough, “Your boyfriend is part of the seven witches and you can’t even remember anything.”

“Jin, I told you I’m not good at remembering these things...just two months ago I didn’t believe in it.”

Y/N’s project was due next week and she was having trouble making her powerpoint. She couldn’t tell what information to use about the seven witches and Jin was insulted by this. This is how she found herself getting harassed by her boyfriend alone in the council office.

“Jin, aren’t you being harsh with me? I’m just going off by the text!”

“You don’t need the text when you have me. Y/N, what’s the main power that witches have?”

“I..”

There was an awkward silence that fell upon the both of them. Jin waited for the answer and sighed when he knew he wasn’t going to get one, “Healing. Every answer you get wrong, you have to take off a piece of clothing.”

“Eh!! But Jin!”

“Now, Y/N.”

She sighed and kicked her shoes off. She rolled off her thigh-highs down her leg giving Jin a full view of her bare legs. She balled up her stockings up and put them into her shoes, “Jin, I’m still reading the books-”

“Again, you have me for the source material. You have pretty legs.”

By the end of the questions, Y/N was left in her shirt ( and her underwear) as she stared at Jin with a red face, “is the door locked?”

“Do you want it unlocked?”

“No!”

Jin let out a small laugh and leaned forward placing a quick kiss on her lips making her smile. He leaned back onto the couches as Y/N sat still in front of him. He sighed and gave her a gentle smile, “I’ll give you an easy one. What's one of the side effects of a soulmate?”

“You can’t control your magic.”

Jin stared at her with his jaw dropped, “Take it off.”

“That’s right though Jin!”

“WE LITERALLY SWITCHED BODIES! TAKE IT OFF!”

Slowly hesitatingly, she started to unbutton her shirt. Her shirt slid down her arms revealing the matching bra to her underwear. Her face was red as Jin tried his best to hide his red face, “Get up, Y/N.”

“What?”

“Do it.”

She slowly stood up from the couch and looked at him with a confused look. In one swift movement, Jin pinned her onto the coffee table on top of her papers, “Jin!?”

He didn’t say anything and leaned forward pressing his lips onto her. Her eyes widened at the soft touch but her eyes slowly closed when she felt her heart melted into it. Jin pressed harder and she felt his tongue playing with hers making her accidentally let out a moan. He nested his head on her shoulders and placed kisses against her neck. He pulled down her bra and he leaned in sucking on her nipple. His tongue twirling around making her squirm, “It’s okay to moan, Y/N.”

He switched to her other breast giving it the same treatment. She tried her best to keep in her moan but she couldn’t hold it anymore, “That was a good moan.”

He stood up but got on his knees, spreading her legs apart so that he was in between them. He slowly pulled off her underwear. Just then, she felt his tongue insert itself and she let out a loud moan. She tried to push him away but this caused him to take out his tongue and started to spread her folds with his fingers, licking every part, “Do-Don’t do that or I’ll-”

She felt the sensation take over her and she closed her eyes tightly, “J-Jin!”

He removed himself and licked his lips, “I love it when you cum at foreplay.”

He stood up and threw his top off along with the rest of the clothing except for his student council tie because he knew it was one of your kinks. He climbed back on top of her and the tip of his length teased her entrance. He leaned down and kissed her and he fell into her arms as she embraced him. She felt his kisses go along her neck and she let out a small laugh at the touches. The more he kissed, the deeper his tip played with her, “You want this don’t you?”

“I-I wouldn’t say that...” He slid her bra off and let out a chuckle at her answer. He cupped her face and brought her in for another kiss, “You’re so cute.” Without warning, he slammed his whole length into her making her moan so loud that she knew the whole building heard it.

“Th-This is what you get for not knowing anything about the witches.”

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts hosoek #Bts #bts seokjin x reader #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #kim seokjin #i am baechu post

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reitheist · 10 months ago

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bucchigiri ep 9 thoughts:

taken over huh... is that also what senya is doing to arajin maybe? like with the magic trampstamp (words i never expected to write...)

shindo is a bitch and pathetic but i enjoy his character unfortunately (in my defense, my interpretation of him threatening to do That to mahoro was just to make arajin pissed and get him to reveal senya. i think it was kind of narrative low-hanging fruit honestly.)

'is that a yes or no' take a wild fucking guess buddy

zabuuuuuu you are such a good friend

senya hitting people as a show of affection lol

matakara gathering money, presumably he was saving to get an apartment with his brother. what's he planning to use it for?

oh my godddd the cat boy drama 💀 this side gag is so stupid but so funny i love it. i imagine jasmine as as a pure white long hair cat and pu'er as a classic brown tabby. also cat boy getting way too invested in his personal life is *chefs kiss*

arajin is trying his absolute best to convince himself he doesn't care about matakara

the dynamic between komao, zabu, and ara is really funny. i think in other shows they might just sideline the friend characters but they really have an awkward 'friend of a friend' dynamic i like. komao isn't really socially aware enough to be mean to ara despite being him being mean to matakara, and zabu is more hostile but puts most of that aside for matakara's sake. it's like your friends scoping out your awful crush lmao

THE LIFE SIZED NAKED MARITO DOLL? EXCUSE ME??? there is so much wrong with mahoro oml

wait is the life sized naked marito doll marito's? that's somehow weirder.

mahoro, is that concern for a person who isn't your brother? wow

matakara :(

so is the 'monster' literal or metaphorical? interesting

ichiya you're hot as hell but stop telling matakara to draw away from his friends you bitch

'one person would've wanted it' stopppppp 😭 arajin is realizing he liked having matakara around while matakara is being turned against his friends by ichiya. the dramatic irony is killing me

the fact that this 'love forever stone' is a lake blue stone wrapped specifically in a blue cloth as well... that thing is definitely going to be given to matakara by the end, right? pretty gay if you ask me.

ohhhh my god mahoro character growth. plus her relating to him specifically through their shared brother idolization is a good touch. very sweet

mahoro's basically saying like "dude how are you only focused on yourself and me right now. how have you not noticed your childhood friend is depressed and crazy in love with you. like seriously he has not been subtle. at all." lmao i love herrrrrrr

mahoro deserves her own show

also relieved to have ara's interpretation of matakara and mahoro's relationship as romantic to be kind of trivialized again in this scene. i think their dynamic is more interesting as two very different personalities which share just enough to relate with each other. she only wants ara to get his shit together for matakara's sake. i want them to be besties please

arajin is The Worst with emotions huh. he can't read other's feelings and he's somehow worse at reading his own. he needs to stop being relatable right this second

yknow at this point i think i can say i truly and properly enjoy arajin as a character. he's mostly an asshole and deeply emotionally unintelligent but i like him regardless and because of it

ah senya ichiya and arajin matakara parallels as i expected

so does senya=matakara and ichiya=arajin kind of?

i really wasn't joking about them being exes huh

stoppppp ichiya gave him his name? senya was and continues to be so ridiculously down bad

'he meant absolutely everything to me.' dude.

senya is trying to get ara and matakara together bc he couldn't do that for him and ichiya

i am so gd curious what happened to drive them apart

matakara losing sight why he wanted to become a honki person in the first place (ara) and trying to destroy it

'what senya wants is your body' context needed.

i'm thinking maybe ichiya is willing to fully take over bodies and senya isn't, thus why he hasn't done it to arajin already. that or he was planning to in the beginning but got too attached

ohhh this is gonna make for a good dramatic fight

ughhhh another really good episode. i think the story's finally full found its stride. very hyped for the last 3 episodes. i think next episode will probably deal with betrayal between senya and ara, leading senya to explain exactly what happened between him and ichiya. matakara will trying to fight ara and ara will have to run away, frustrating matakara even more. mahoro might focus on trying to help matakara

#bucchigiri?!#bucchigiri lb #thoughts #predictions

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mazyb0i · 11 months ago

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Other RnM fans?

Rick n Morty fan creator/artist here, trying to make friend brohs with ppl who are also obsessed with the show. I have a hard time reaching out due to my anxiety. (proshippers DNI)

tldr; you're also a neurodivergent queer artist nutjob that makes crackpipe art an shitposts, heavily kins a character at one point or another, and we should be friends because we can be insane together LMFAO

Fav show ships: BP x Rick all day, (I love flesh curtains, and their dynamic is just so yes... I...) Morty x Alaska (i named the vat of acid gf Alaska because the Alaska trip..) Summer x that one girl... Morticia X Jessica, Rickcest/ Rick selfcest is aight, I obsess over Miamicop. I think selfcest in cloning / multiuniverse theory is harmless, but don't come at me with any of that proshipper/inc3st/rickorty shit. I will block you, report you, and put you on a DNI beware list; this is a threat & a warning. That shit is never EVER ok.

if we become friends/wanna know about;

I'm diagnosed Audhd, I'm a transmasc demiboy, I like to be referred to as nonbinary and a transgender male with He/They pronouns. Panromantic Demisexual.

I'm a rick kinnie, just means I identify with rick, in another universe I could be him XD, I relate to him, we share the same personality literally (ENTP 7w8); he's my self identifying comfort character. But my big interest with this show/comic is probably due to some kind of autistic hyper fixation and imprintation.

Hobbies: Crafting, Digital illustration, Fursuit /Costume making, Youtube, 3D designing, Making silly video skits, Writing, Character design, Shit posting, Creating ai voice bots for fun n fandom purposes (will make le memes), Trying to be a youtuber like Imbrandonfarris and Britany Broski, collecting stuff, VRchat, Collecting fluffy soft shit like stuffies, pillows, blankets, and hoodies. I SLEEP IN A NEST OF ALL OF THESE

Personality?: Chaotic, Unhinged, Tired and fed up with this shit, All the Energy AND NO ENERGY, I'm so tired please god help me, i'm an enigma. Ambiverted. If ur looking for a cool crazy cat dude broh who draws weird ass digital art and is always tired but jacked on coffe, adderall, and Naproxen i'm your guy.... :'}

I do alot of art and have alot of burnouts due to my adhd- I've been told I'm innovative, clever, and expressive. I can jury-rig your glasses easily with a paperclip if you're screw comes out and loose frames causes the lens to pop. I'm very detail and idea-oriented, i come up with thousands of ideas, questions, and theories. Because of this, I tend to come up with one idea after another without actually going forward with plans and actions because i get so overwhelmed with my massive brain XD

Even tho I'm socially awkward, I love people, I want to make friends. I like being alone a lot but I hate feeling lonely. :C When I get to know you I'm very very chatty; as long as I'm not too tired or piled with heaps of assignments. I would say I'm pretty laid-back and easy to get along with, I get so stuck up in my personal world up in my head that I lose sight of important things around me, I blame the adhd. I'm an observer, I like to watch and see how things happen, I am a very hands on person.

I'm constantly learning, i love science with a passion. I got hyperfixated on evolution of different animal clades a while back. I am immensely curious and focused on understanding how the world operates and functions. I'm looking for mental and intellectual stimulation, lettuce skip casual conversation about wheather- whats your favorite dinosaur? (fuck ignore my dyslexia) and before you say a pterodactyl let me stop you right there- they aren't dinosaurs. if you like understanding the world through learning various things about science, technology, or culture, I'm your guy. but I'm also just a silly hoo hoo aah smart ass.

god this is finally done... I've been writing this for an hour......

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I'm curious about those early days adjustments for Sally and the gang and how Kate and Sally's friendship developed there especially. And also what they do now to spend time together, also what is Kate's take on Sally and Julie's friendship seeing as for a while there Julie and Kate definitely had beef. Was she like "u better be careful with sally or else" or something completely different? Also did Sally believe they were going to bring her to the house with them? ALSO SALLY'S GOT A DOG!!!!

In reverse order of asked:

3: Sally did not believe them, less as a ‘you’re lying’ specifically and more as a ‘you must be trying to make me feel better but I know that’s not how the world works’ brand hysteria. The longer she spent in the hospital with them, the less she was worried though, and after Philip was well enough to talk to her, she because successfully mostly persuaded. She was still afraid and uncertain, but not actively believing she’d be left. Philip made good on big promises enough times, she trusts him a lot.

2: Julie didn’t get close to Sally until /after/ where ILM ends two years post realm, and not until after the RV trip either, as it happened not long after itself. Kate was still somewhat skeptical and I guess you’d say kept an eye on it, but was no longer actively hostile towards Julie by then. Both she /and/ Susie, actually, pulled Julie aside at time to ask their own version of a ‘is she someone you’re playing with? Because don’t do that,’ but we’re satisfied enough with her answers and behavior to not try and stop it. For her part, Julie does sincerely like Sally. She does view a lot of activities and people as sort of a game, but she’s very self aware, and so long as she knows, is good at not letting her issues deal damage in that area. Her relationship with Susie and just how bad it could have broken, and what she did lose, made her more responsible. As did people being willing to love and look past those parts of her, especially Frank and Jeff. I think her friendship with Sally confused Kate (not Susie) but after a while she accepted it. If it had happened earlier, it would y have happened at all, because Kate would have stopped it cold.

1: For early days, it was a lot. Losing any sense is not easy, and sight (except for maybe touch for sheer safety) is the hardest. She also had been able to like, fly and teleport and could not do that either now. And the world had changed, drastically. Even language is different. It helped a lot that Benedict was out of time too, and to a lesser degree, Philip and Laurie were there to relate to. Though, Benedict wasn’t there in the earliest days. It still helped a lot that she knew Philip.

Sally had a lot of traumatic experiences at the asylum she worked at, both at the hands of people and just watching how the mentally ill and sick were treated. It certainly gave her a lot of fear to overcome. But the survivors were that massive group for a really long time, at the Cabin. It helped to literally never be alone, unless she wanted to. There were always 20 people 15 feet away.

Mrs. Park’s bankroll helped to. They had access to some really good medical care, so she had very adept and kind professionals teaching her how to get around, with a cane and then with a dog, and by herself in her own room, and then later to read. She adapted. Not fast, but not at a snail’s pace. She did remarkably well considering. And I think most of that is due to the amount of hope and trust her support group gave her, and the respect. She never got treated like an invalid, or someone to leave out or behind, and was happily and readily accommodated. People jumped to watching shows with audio descriptions for Sally, and helping her walk with them on hikes, describing things. The environment gave her a strong will to learn and live, and the accommodations made it possible.

Kate specifically spent a lot of time with her. She had been, with Jeff, missing the smallest amount of time. And while she was gone on tour with Jane at times, she spent a good deal of time recovering. Her family missed and loves her, but unlike Dwight or Meg, she had only been gone about a year and a half. Not that that’s nothing, but it’s not like, a quarter of your young adult life either. Her family came to see her, and she went to see them, but she wasn’t someone like Quentin, trying to make up for an entire lost childhood. She also is sort of the odd man out in ILM. While she’s part of the Older Young Adult Squad (Laurie, Kate, Adam, David) Fight Squad (Jake, Kate, Laurie, David, Tapp, Jane, Quentin) and Defense Squad (Kate, Laurie, David, Quentin), she is not someone with a partner or best friend. David and Laurie are very close to her, especially David, but since he moves to try to help Laurie, and Laurie is gone for a while for Michael, and David and Laurie like each other, she sees herself as the odd man out. I don’t think Laurie or David see her as less important at all, but they don’t know she feels that way, so don’t move to correct it. She and Meg were best friends for a hot minute, but Meg moves on to Susie as her biggest focus, and again, Kate steps back. So by post fic, she’s the only one without a partner or four. Most people have gotten a few best friends a partner or two and at least one parental or child figure type deal. Kate has none of the above.

So, she naturally gravitated towards Sally both out of genuine sympathy, and needing to fill a void (the reason she spoke to her in the hospital was by default as well). She’s just the one left.

She likes Sally though, and is happy helping. She starts reading to her in the hospital, and talking with her. She helps her figure out things about changes to the world, and is sort of her nurse maid for a while, by choice, while Sally adapts. She spends a lot of time looking up best ways to be a descriptive speaker, and tries to paint word pictures for Sally when they go out, or helping her find hobbies or way to adapt old ones, like sewing, without sight.

Kate is very sad, but not at all because of Sally’s situation. And it helps her some. In Rainbow Connection, Kate tells Joey she’s disillusioned with art, because it does so little and she’s replaceable with anyone else, and she feels stupid and proud for having thought she could make the world change with it after what she’s seen now. She also mentions her friends have not listened to her music (Joey is the first person to). She’s kind of hopeless and lost and beaten. Doesn’t know what to do. The RV trip is to help think, and it does, but it doesn’t fix that. It just helps her learn a little how to live broken. Sally helps her feel like she’s found something worth doing in the short term (being there for a person who needs it, and she cares about, especially when everyone else is already more taxed and she would not be easily replaced). And Sally has a lot more hope than Kate, and finds a lot of value in her that Kate has lost in herself. She stops performing and stops writing music for a while, but when she does again at all, it’s for Sally, because Sally likes to hear her play. Whether or not Kate ever continues her career, she is at least given back a piece of the love she had for who she was. And a lot of their early time is like that. Sally is very helpless, and Kate is broken. She props Sally up, and Sally holds her hand and finds the shape where a piece used to be.

They have a lot of time to talk, and it helps. Sally had the benefit of a bad memory, a gift and curse, but it makes the realm easier to recover from. Easier to put in the past. Kate finds that inspiring, and genuinely fascinating to hear about her life, and it gives her ideas for a purpose, when on her own she would have stood still. She eventually helps Sally track down her living descendants too.

For what they do now, lots of things. They go places, and Kate describes them. Especially places like a beach, or garden, where touch or smell are strong elements. Tea houses, to sit and read or talk. Kate reads to her a lot, and much later, when she learns braille, Sally sometimes reads to Kate. Kate takes her horseback riding. Sometimes they do crafts together, or cook. Sometimes they just talk. Whatever really, they want, they find ways. But one reading while the other does a craft or task is the favorite usually.

#ask #sleepy anon #ilm spoilers #in living memory #in living memory (fic)#dead by daylight

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askinkiskarma · 1 year ago

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I should be writing my own fics but who cares about me when my queen mak dropped a WHOLE ASS NETEYAM ONESHOT??? You know I fall to my knees for your writing, that much is obvious, and I can’t wait to delve into this so let’s goooo

I think that’s so fascinating, this dynamic. I would love to see more of this in avatar 3, the peaceful coexisting of the two species - we get glimpses of that in avatar 2 when we see norm and max in human form at Neteyam’s birth and his and Kiri’s first communion, but I’d loveee to see more and see them really blend lifestyles

It’s a little irritating, but the sight of his big broad shoulders and chiselled abdomen is enough to soothe the worst of your aggravation.

She’s me fr

Patience has never been your strong suit, and Txeyto is certainly testing the short reserves you have left

Omg she’s literally me stop

Okay, you can probably admit that you’re a little pent up. It’s probably a terrible idea to allow Txetyo to feel you up like this in the middle of the healing hut, but you’re horny.

This girl just gets it honestly, she’s too relatable

And then, who else would be standing there, but Neteyam. One of the few people on the whole planet that can actually ruin your whole day just by showing his stupid face.

SOMEONE’S JEALOUSSSSS, HIS SPIDEY SENSES ARE TINGLINGGGG

He’s watching the other man with his head still tilted to the side, his big golden eyes dark in the cool shade of the hut. A muscle in his jaw is flexing, like he’s trying not to laugh.

He’s so hot I cry

He raises his hairless brows at you, an expression he no doubt learned from his father. “I would like my cuts from training treated. What else would I be here for?”

He’s such a dick I love him so much

His lips quirk, though he manages to keep his expression neutral. “No. I am simply enjoying being under your tender care.”

Argh :(((( I know he’s being sarcastic but I want him so badly fuckkkk

Neteyam is hot as hell.

FACTS! Truer words have never been spoken, this right here is the gospel

It would be so much easier to hate him if he wasn’t physically perfect.

Yet another fact

But you’re stupid, and you’ve never been good at walking away, from either fighting or fucking.

I loved this sentence so much, and I once more have to commend you on your phenomenal story telling, you have an amazing ability to write dialogue and descriptions, in a way that feels so real and tangible. I love it (and you) so so much

“It’s a very sore bruise.” He murmurs lazily, sounding unbothered. “Do you think squeezing your tits might help? That seemed to help Txetyo feel better.”

AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA I LITERALLY BURST OUT LAUGHING THIS IS TOO FUNNY OMGGGGG

Neteyam gives a long, low groan

The thought of neteyam groaning literally has me clenching my thighs together

you take a breath as you feel molten heat ooze down into your belly and settle between your legs

^^ something like that

I’m gonna lose my FUCKING MIND

“Don’t talk about my father when you have my cock in your hand.”

I GASPED HOLY SHIT

It’s not like you can judge him for being with a tawtute when you’re that hard from me just touching you.”

BITCH HE’S JEALOUS ARE U BLIND???? She says speaking to herself cause I would 100% also think the same and think there’s no way this is about me

and you try not to overthink and overthink and overthink.

If she knows how to do that and she could give me pointers that’d be great

It feels like the experience has actually rewired your brain, as though you’ll never recover from it.

I can see how that might happen, and once more I have to ask NETEYAM JUST ONE CHANCE

“–He’s better than Art’alak, at least.” Spider says, continuing on the conversation that you had checked out of for a few moments. “That guy was awful. I mean, what did you even see in him?”

I could copy paste this whole interaction between Lo’ak, reader and Spider because I loved it so so os much, your dialogue shines so brightly, I am OBSESSED!!!!

Oh. Now you see. He’s just showing off, like he always does. He’s always doing things like this, just to show off his skills, his prowess, how strong he is

GIRL I’M BEGGING YOU TO GET A GRIP

Neteyam’s head is cocked to the side as he very obviously takes in the scene before him, his head turning to scan up and down your body

Alexa play the YOU theme song

Neyeyam moans. It’s low, barely noticeable under Txetyo’s own strangled sounds, but you hear it clearly. Your body seizes up and then you’re coming, gasping high and quick as you drink Neteyam in with your eyes, frozen under Neteyam’s gaze in turn.

I’m so confusedly turned on right now???

MAK I NEED THEM TO FUCK RIGHT NOW AHAHAHAHAHAH

That was so so good my love omggg :((( I can’t wait to read part two and I hope you enjoy my mindless rambles xx it’s always such a pleasure reading your work and ily xx

ミ the mightiest

part 1 | part 2

🍓 pairing: neteyam x human fem reader 🍓tags: nsfw, aged up neteyam (obviously), jealousy, alien cultural misunderstandings, oral sex (f receiving) vaginal sex, size kink, voyeurism, brief na'vi oc x reader, mentions of reader sleeping with other na'vi men

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reblogs are always enormously appreciated!

notes: okay i had to split this into two parts because it surpassed the tumblr word limit 🙃 here’s part 1, and I’ll post part 2 in a day or two!

adult neteyam art created by the incredibly talented @cinetrix, whose work motivated me to write for adult neteyam in the first place!!

The tsahìk’s hut is cool and dark, offering a much needed reprieve from the hot balmy air of the day outside. It’s been a quiet day for you, though you can’t complain about that; it’s a pleasant change of pace from the usual hectic rush of people that usually pass through.

It’s one of the rare days that Mo’at has left you to tend to the duties of the healing hut alone; it had taken years to reach this level of trust with her, and you find yourself almost deliriously proud to be able to help out. Na’vi medicinal practices are very different to human ones, but your training in first-aid has given you enough knowledge and experience to hold your own when it comes to helping out with the smaller day-to-day ailments that tend to pass through the healing hut.

Besides, you’re always happy to give Mo’at a break. She had claimed that she needed time to commune with Eywa, though secretly you suspect that she just likes to take some time to herself in her old age. But that’s fine – you’ve always found helping out in the healing hut soothing, and your heart swells at the fact that Mo’at trusts you enough to leave you in charge, even if it’s only for a few hours.

It also helps when your patient is a big, hunky alien warrior with more muscles than brains, who sits in front of you as you smear a herbal paste over the scratches he had gotten in training earlier that day.

Txeyto is not an easy patient; he flinches when you prod his wounds, whines when you clean them, and complains as you smear the paste on his scrapes. It’s a little irritating, but the sight of his big broad shoulders and chiselled abdomen is enough to soothe the worst of your aggravation.

“Are you nearly finished?” Txeyto complains, flinching away from your fingers once more.

You bite your tongue and force a smile. Patience has never been your strong suit, and Txeyto is certainly testing the short reserves you have left. But he’s very handsome, and very skilled at archery, and you feel that his physical attractiveness outweighs the minor personality flaws.

“Yes, just another few moments.” You murmur, keeping your voice low and soothing as though speaking to a child.

Txeyto settles a little when you use the baby voice on him, and you struggle to keep your face blank at the ridiculousness of it all. Men are such children, even the big strong Na’vi warriors that should be above such behaviour. He’s lucky he’s handsome.

“How did you get these injuries, hm?” You ask, using a light touch to dab some of Mo’at’s specially formulated healing paste onto his scrapes. You keep your fingers as gentle as possible, but Txetyo still winces dramatically.

He perks up at your question, his tails swaying low over the floor where you’re both sat cross-legged. “I have been training very hard. I am one of the best archers in the village now.”

“No doubt.” You murmur distractedly as you work.

“But it is important for a tsamsiyu to be competent in many forms of combat, so I must practice my hand-to-hand combat also,” Txetyo continues, apparently forgetting to wince now that he’s talking. “Neteyam has been helping me train.”

Ah. You can’t help the face you make at that, and you’re thankful that Txeyto’s back is facing you so that he can’t see your expression. You also can’t help the way you cast a quick glance towards the entrance to the hut, as though worried that simply speaking the name aloud will summon Toruk Makto’s eldest son.

“Is that right?” You say, keeping your tone carefully neutral. “So, he’s the one that got you all scraped up like this?”

Txetyo’s shoulders flex under your hands, and you realise without looking at his face that you’ve stung his pride.

“I scraped him up also.” He grumbles, shifting to try and peer over his shoulder. “They are wounds to be proud of, as I got them in combat.”

You don’t think that a couple of minor scratches from wrestling around in the mud with one of the village’s biggest dickheads count as combat wounds, but you don’t argue. You just hum non-committedly, paying more attention to his bruises than is entirely necessary.

“You should be careful,” You say instead, running your fingers carefully over one of the bruises discolouring the pretty blue skin of his defined bicep. “It’s a shame to see these lovely muscles all bruised up.”

There’s a long moment’s pause. It seems as though the cogs in Txetyo’s head are working slowly, because he seems to be struggling to understand your flirty tone of voice. But when it finally seems to click, he turns his head to peer at you with wide, curious eyes.

“Ah,” He says, his shoulders squaring as he seems to preen. “You like them?”

God, he really is a little dumb. But that’s okay. You don’t necessarily need a man with brains.

“Mhmm,” You hum, allowing your hand to rest on the bulge of his bicep. “I like strong men.”

That’s true, if a little bit of an oversimplification. You’ve lived as a human on Pandora your whole life, but it was only in recent years since you’ve reached adulthood that you’ve started really paying attention to the people around you. And good lord, you had some impressive specimens to look at.

You find yourself drawn to their athletic and toned bodies, their radiant blue skin, their cat-like grace and agility. Maybe it’s because you had grown up on Pandora with no humans your age other than Spider, but you find yourself especially drawn to your size. The sheer size of their hands alone are enough to fluster you, especially when your brain is flooded with images of those big hands in other contexts.

And luckily for you, there’s no shortage of Na’vi that are interested in experimenting with humans, too.

Txetyo visibly perks up, his ears twitching forward as he finally seems to notice the way your much smaller hands are lingering on his body as you patch him up.

“I am very strong.” He says, tail thumping against the ground.

You fight the urge to sigh. He’ll never make a great conversationalist, but that’s alright. He’s big and strong and handsome, and you just want to relieve some tension.

“I know.” You murmur, your lips quirking a little as you shuffle around so that you’re kneeling in front of him, your knees pressed close to his thighs. “But I could still kiss your scratches better, if you’d like.”

Kissing wounds better is definitely a human colloquialism that Txetyo doesn’t understand, judging by the furrow of his brow, but he doesn’t seem to care. He reaches out and wraps a big hand around your waist, and you feel a pulse of arousal low in your belly in response.

“You like my muscles so much that treating my wounds has aroused you?” He asks, the smugness in his voice impossible to miss.

His pompousness is a little irritating, but you can ignore that because his hands are big and warm and it’s exciting to feel his palm start to push its way under your cotton tank top. The few Na’vi men you’ve been with before had been absolutely fascinated with the soft squishiness of your human breasts, so your breath hitches in anticipation as his hand reaches up to grope at your tits over your bra.

Okay, you can probably admit that you’re a little pent up. It’s probably a terrible idea to allow Txetyo to feel you up like this in the middle of the healing hut, but you’re horny.

If you’re telling the truth, you’ve been hoping for a chance like this all week – but there’s one thing, one irritation, that has been preventing you by interrupting every damn chance you’ve gotten alone with any man.

In fact, you’ve been interrupted so often and so many times that you’re almost expecting it, even as Txetyo’s big hands squeeze at your tits. He’s a little rough with it, but he’s so much bigger than you that you suppose that’s unavoidable – besides, his strength only adds to the thrill.

Then, just like clockwork, as though there’s some kind of sensor that goes off whenever you’re about to get some, there’s a rustling sound by the entrance of the hut before the little woven drape covering the doorway is pulled back.

And then, who else would be standing there, but Neteyam. One of the few people on the whole planet that can actually ruin your whole day just by showing his stupid face.

His eyes find you, but his expression doesn’t change as he glances over your flustered expression and the hand that Txetyo still has shoved up your top. He tilts his head, and it feels as though he’s examining every damn detail all at once; the ointment smeared all over Txetyo’s bruises from training, the way you’ve shuffled so close to Txetyo that you’re practically straddling his thigh, your unsteady breathing behind your mask.

“Ah. Am I interrupting?” He asks with a hint of wry humour to his voice, as though he hasn’t interrupted every attempt at getting laid you’ve made this month.

It has to be on purpose. That, or he has some sort of nearly supernatural sense for when you’re horny, because he always seems to show up every goddamned time. Somehow it’s gotten worse in the last few weeks, too. You’ve barely been able to get a moment alone with whoever you’ve been chatting up before Neteyam has appeared, snapping at them to get back to training or duties or whatever lousy excuse he’s been able to come up with in the moment.

“What do you want?” You snap, impatient and too strung tight to waste your energy on pretending at politeness.

A very delayed reaction finally hits Txetyo, and he scrambles to remove his hand from the inside of your top. His hand alone is so large that the outline of it is painfully obvious even through your shirt, and you close your eyes with a sigh as he clumsily pushes himself away from you in a rather ungainly attempt at pretending nothing was going on.

“Neteyam!” He blurts, his ears flattening against his skull. He’s clearly mortified at being caught in such a position by Toruk Makto’s son, and he overcompensates by attempting to scoot away as though he hadn’t even been touching you.

You try not to roll your eyes – you’re used to this, after all. You’ve been with several Na’vi men, but they all seem to have the same sort of embarrassment about actually being open with the fact that they’ve hooked up with you. You can’t be all that annoyed about it, you suppose. You understand where it’s coming from. You’ve been around the Omaticaya your whole life, and while the taboo of having Sky People around has faded somewhat, that doesn’t mean that anyone is actually willing to admit that they’ve been with you.

You’re used to it. It’s fine. You’re just a little mortified that Neteyam is currently witnessing the scramble for Txetyo to get away from you.

He’s watching the other man with his head still tilted to the side, his big golden eyes dark in the cool shade of the hut. A muscle in his jaw is flexing, like he’s trying not to laugh.

“I will- I will see you later?” Txetyo whispers to you as he stands. He probably intended for his voice to be low enough that it stayed between just you and him, but the hut is quiet enough that there’s no doubt Neteyam can hear him just fine.

“Mhm. Yeah.” You murmur back, watching Txetyo’s big broad back as he steps away from you, all hasty and flustered.

Txetyo gets as far as Neteyam, who’s still standing with his arms crossed in the doorway. Neteyam doesn’t so much as shift, his eyes dragging with lazy satisfaction over the myriad of scrapes and bruises that he had left on Txetyo during their sparring earlier.

Txetyo shifts on his feet, visibly nervous in the face of his future chief’s judgement. “Ah… Will we train again tomorrow, Neteyam?”

Neteyam hums non-committedly, before finally stepping away from the doorway. He brushes past Txetyo, and you wonder if he’s always so dismissive of his fellow warriors or if he’s just being an even bigger dickhead today for some reason.

“We will see.” Neteyam says shortly, though he’s not even looking Txetyo’s way.

Taking that as the dismissal it so clearly is, Txetyo nods awkwardly before disappearing out of the hut, leaving you and Neteyam alone.

For a long moment, you do your best to avoid looking up. You’re beyond irritated right now, made so much worse by the fact that your panties are kind of wet and you’re so fucking desperate for attention right now. The little wooden bowls knock together clumsily as you try to arrange them without looking up, but it becomes difficult when Neteyam lowers himself down to sit opposite you.

“The tsahìk’s hut is a bold place for such activities.” He says, and you don’t have to look up to know that there’s a stupid smug look on his face. “What would my grandmother think?”

As he sits down, he places a woven bag by your knee. You don’t need to look at it to know what it is; he’s always bringing stuff to the healing hut for his grandmother. Herbs or medicinal plants, fibres for weaving bandages, even animal bones that he had whittled down for needles for suturing.

Even you can grudgingly admit it’s thoughtful; but he only ever seems to bring it when you’re around. It’s like he just wants to rub it in your face that he excels at everything he does – it’s extremely annoying.

You finally look up, your face already scrunched in a scowl. “What do you want?”

He raises his hairless brows at you, an expression he no doubt learned from his father. “I would like my cuts from training treated. What else would I be here for?”

And now you know that he’s just messing with you, because while Txetyo was covered in bruises and abrasions from his tough training session earlier, Neteyam doesn’t have a single visible scratch.

“What exactly am I supposed to treat?” You ask, voice tight.

Neteyam shifts, proffering you his shoulder, and you see a single scrape along his otherwise flawless striped blue skin. You purse your lips, staring at it in mild disbelief.

“You can’t be serious.” You say, deadpan.

But it’s clear that Neteyam is serious, because he’s already stretching out on the comfy woven rugs of his grandmother’s hut as if he belongs there. It’s obvious that he has no intention of moving – he must have come here just to torture you.

You blow out a frustrated breath, the inside of your respirator mask fogging up briefly before rapidly clearing. Neteyam is infuriating. He gets under your skin in a way that no one else does, as though he knows every goddamn little button to press just to aggravate you.

Maybe it’s just a by-product of having been raised as next in line to lead the Omaticaya, or of being Toruk Makto’s oldest son, but you’ve always found Neteyam closed off and distant.

Truthfully, you can’t say for certain if he’s always been this way. When you were young teenagers, you hadn’t had much contact with him; he was always busy with his own training, and then the whole Sully family had left for Awa’atlu. When they had returned, several years later, Neteyam had been more reserved, and yet somehow even cockier and more confident than ever.

“I don’t understand you. There’s no need for you to get this scrape seen to, and you know it. You just like wasting my time.”

He just watches you as you complain, his eyes hooded and dark in a way that honestly leaves you a little heated. He doesn’t deny it, which only irritates you further. You knew he was just trying to annoy you!

“It’s your job to treat wounds when you’re here, isn’t it?” He asks, and you can see the way his tail is lazily undulating behind him, skimming across the woven carpet. He’s enjoying arguing with you.

You huff out a put-upon sigh, before grabbing two of the jars. The ointment is naturally antiseptic but it goes on with quite a sting; you try not to feel satisfied about that as you coat your fingers in it before dabbing it onto the scrape on Neteyam’s shoulder. You’re not as gentle as you’d usually be either, your patience is too thin for you to be considerate with him right now.

But this is not Txetyo. This is Neteyam, and he doesn’t so much as flinch as you rub the paste over his still sluggishly bleeding scratch, even though you know it must sting. You try not to feel irked by his stoicism.

As you work, Neteyam’s head rolls back. In a move that’s almost imperceptible, his nostrils flare and he scents the air. You assume it’s the fairly astringent scent of the herbal paste you’ve just pulled out that’s bothering him, and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Problem?”

His lips quirk, though he manages to keep his expression neutral. “No. I am simply enjoying being under your tender care.”

You narrow your eyes at him. He’s mocking you now.

The fact that he had walked in on Txetyo’s hand up your top as he groped at your tits feels like a heavy unspoken weight in between you as you dab at his minor wound. You keep waiting for him to bring it up, to laugh at you for it, but he remains stubbornly quiet as you work, his golden eyes watching you in quiet contemplation.

In fact, he’s never brought up any of the times he’s interrupted you right before you got with someone. He’s caught you in varying levels of undress, with Na’vi men over you, under you, holding you, touching you, kissing you, but somehow just before anything good actually happened. Every time the men had scrambled away from you as though you were something diseased, mortified at being caught with a tawtute by Neteyam, a man that (for some reason you can’t comprehend) they seem to have an awful lot of respect for.

In the beginning, you were inclined to come up with excuses for him; he was Jake Sully’s oldest son, and was inevitably going to keep track of his peers and where they disappeared off to when they had duties that they should be attending to. But now, you think he’s doing it to spite you specifically. It might be a bit of a self-centred thing to believe, but you’re almost certain of it.

You shift on your knees beside him, raising yourself up a little to ensure that you’ve covered all parts of his scrape. You don’t want him returning tomorrow to complain that you didn’t do a good job.

You have to bite back another sigh as you do so, your thighs rubbing together in a way that sends a sharp jolt up your spine. You’re horny and needy and so, so resentful of the fact that you’re now treating the same man that’s the direct cause of your state right now.

Neteyam’s attitude wasn’t the only thing that changed in his time away, however. You have to keep your eyes fixed carefully on his bruising shoulder, because if you didn’t you know that your gaze would wander, and that’s a dangerous game to be playing in the presence of someone as perceptive as Neteyam.

But it’s difficult not to look. Time and ocean air has been kind to him; he’s grown as tall as his father, and whatever sort of training or work he had been doing with the Metkayina has resulted in broader shoulders and a more sturdy build than is typical of the Omaticaya. It’s galling to admit, and makes you feel as though you’ve eaten something sour and unpleasant, but Neteyam is hot as hell.

He might be aggravating and smug and too cocky, but no one in their right mind could deny that he’s attractive. Not even you. Especially you, if you’re being honest with yourself, considering your penchant for enormous blue alien men that could snap you in two with a pinkie if they felt so inclined.

God, you really have to think about something else. You’re so wet that your panties are starting to get uncomfortable, so you focus determinedly on the resentment that’s still simmering over the fact that Neteyam had interrupted what was promising to be a very productive encounter with Txetyo.

Neteyam shuffles a little where he’s sitting in front of you, and your eyes track the way his muscles bunch and shift under his vibrant blue skin. Damn, but seeing Na’vi musculature up close never gets old, even if it’s Neteyam.

You’re almost finished with dabbing paste on the tiny scrape (and you hate to admit that it had taken you longer than it should have due to your distraction), when Neteyam half-turns his head towards you.

“My back is sore, also.” He murmurs, though his eyes remain downcast.

You pause, staring at him. “Okay. And?”

There’s a moment where the two of you just look expectantly at each other. When nothing comes of that, Neteyam speaks again.

“You are playing healer today, are you not?” He asks, and his left ear twitches oddly. “Or is your attention all reserved for Txetyo, hm?”

Your cheeks heat in humiliation and your jaw clenches. You knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself from making some sort of stupid comment.

“Lay down.” You snap, prickly and embarrassed.

“Yes ma’am.” Neteyam purrs, probably all satisfied that he’s gotten under your skin. He reclines, all of those lithe muscles flexing and bunching as he rolls over onto his stomach.

You grab another pot of ointment, and then take a moment to steady yourself.

You know that he’s winding you up on purpose, just like always, but you can never figure out why. He doesn’t treat you like any of the other men in the village do – they might enjoy fucking you, but they’re rarely caught dead in public with you, worried about what it might mean for their own reputations.

Neteyam is bolder, more confident; though the burden of responsibility that he carries is unmistakable, he never seems to get caught up with the petty whispering and musings of the village people. It’s just unfortunate that he seems so set on bothering you.

Your mouth goes dry as your eyes drop mindlessly over the expanse of his long, pretty back. His skin is stretched tight over lithe muscle, little luminescent white freckles glinting like little stars. He looks so smooth, though the flawlessness of his body is marred by thick pale scars that litter his skin, courtesy of the near legendary battle with the RDA that you hear happened off the coast of Awa’atlu.

You glance down, flustered. Fuck. It would be so much easier to hate him if he wasn’t physically perfect.

“Problem?” Neteyam’s voice is a little lower in register than it was before, perhaps because he’s lying on his stomach with his head pillowed under his crossed arms.

You twitch. Shit. You had gotten distracted, and had lost yourself staring at him.

“No. Shut up.” You blurt reflexively, dipping your fingers into the oily ointment used for easing sore muscles.

Neteyam huffs quietly, a sound that could be a grunt or a laugh, but doesn’t bother responding. It makes you feel as though you’ve lost a game you didn’t know you were playing.

Antsy and on edge, you lean forward and survey his strong back properly. When he's laying out in front of you like this you can see the way his back is knotted with tension and his shoulders are hiked up around his ears. It doesn't look too bad, but it can't be comfortable either.

You take one more moment to admire the musculature of his shoulders, before gathering yourself and dipping your fingers into the ointment. It's balmy against your fingers and smells a little bit like blueberries, and begins to tingle when your hand is entirely coated.

"Where does it hurt most?" You ask, your voice quiet.

In the silence, you can hear Neteyam’s throat click when he swallows.

"My neck and shoulders." When he speaks, his voice is a little deeper than expected.

The very first touch to Neteyam’s back pulls a quiet sigh out of him; it sounds like relief.

Considering his size, it takes surprisingly little to have him melting under your hands. Your fingers spread under his scapula, finding a knot in the muscle and pressing in hard. It takes a bit of finagling, but after some firm pressure you feel the muscle begin to soften beneath your touch.

Gaining confidence, you return your kneading fingers to his neck. He really is terribly tense, and shivering spasms flit up and down the muscles of his back in regular intervals as you drag the warm palms of your hands over him. As your fingers work into his tense muscles, he lets out quiet little grunts that are muffled by the cradle of his arms.

“Why were you so hard on Txetyo during training?” You ask as your fingers dig into the tense tissue of his back. Your voice is unintentionally loud in the quiet of the hut. “He looked as though he had been attacked by a thanator when he was here earlier.”

Neteyam just grunts. “Txetyo is an overconfident skxawng. He is not nearly as skilled as he thinks he is.”

You click your tongue, dissatisfied with that answer. “I could say the same about you.”

Just like all your attempts to insult him, your words seem to bounce right off him. Stupid thick-skinned bastard. His pretty mouth tilts up in a smile.

“I have the skills to back it up, paskalin.”

Your lips purse at the name, your cheeks hot. God, he’s such an asshole.

When you exert pressure as you run your fingers down his spine, Neteyam grunts softly into his arms. The sound is startling in the quiet, interrupting the steady rhythm of your quiet breathing.

"Does that hurt?" You ask. Your voice comes out a little shakier than you’d like.

"No." Neteyam’s voice comes out in a low, gravelly rumble. The sound of it almost startles you into snatching your hands away, but you manage to refrain yourself. "Keep going."

You just swallow thickly, and try to keep yourself on task. “He just wants to be better. He was excited to train with you–”

“Lower.” Neteyam groans, shifting under your hands.

You clench your teeth. Really, you should probably just walk away from him. There’s no real need for you to be doing any of this. He’s not even injured, and who knows whether he’s telling the truth about his back being tense.

But you’re stupid, and you’ve never been good at walking away, from either fighting or fucking. This strange encounter feels as though it lies somewhere in the middle of those two things. Your palms drag down to his lower back, and he flinches briefly before melting under your touch.

His body is so big that it’s difficult to get a good angle to knead properly at his tense muscles, and before you can think too hard about it you swing your leg over his hips. You settle back, perching your weight cautiously at the base of his spine.

It's a braver move than you would usually make, but you try not to second-guess yourself — like this, you have so much more leverage to rub at the rigid sinews of his back. You drag your knuckles down the length of his spine and he groans into the cradle of his arms.

You try to ignore the excited flutter in your belly. It’s just Neteyam. You’re not actually getting turned on from this; the only reason you’re so affected is because you had been horny with Txetyo. You shift where you’re sitting on his back, but you have to force yourself still almost immediately, because the friction nearly makes your lungs seize.

“Comfortable?” Neteyam murmurs, and you can hear amusement in his voice.

“Shut up.” You say reflexively, before scowling. “I can’t believe you interrupted me and Txetyo just for this. You have, like, one bruise–”

“It’s a very sore bruise.” He murmurs lazily, sounding unbothered. “Do you think squeezing your tits might help? That seemed to help Txetyo feel better.”

You pause, jaw dropping in indignation. “I– shut up!”

Neteyam makes a noise that sounds like a snicker, and you dig your fingers down the planes of his back vengefully. His waist narrows into an elegant taper, and when you reach the part of his back where his ass begins to swell, you exert firm pressure against the base of his tail.

If you had done it to a human, you know it would have hurt. But instead the tightness of the muscle unfurls under your fingers, and Neteyam gives a long, low groan. The sound is delightfully gravelly, and you take a breath as you feel molten heat ooze down into your belly and settle between your legs. It’s not a reaction you had been expecting.

You sit back onto his lower back, avoiding his tail. From here, you have a truly captivating view of how slick his back looks from the ointment, and how his skin glows in the dim light of the hut. His body really is perfect, and your eyes track over the taut shiny scars that litter his skin.

“Mmm. May I get up? Or do you want to sit on me a little while longer?” Neteyam’s low voice breaks you out of your stupor, and you’re horrified to find that you’ve just been sitting there with your wet panties pressed against his back beneath your thin shorts.

You scramble off him quickly, flustered and clumsy. It had been a bold move to straddle him in the first place, and now you feel very stupid about it.

“You should apologise to Txetyo.” You blurt, just to say something into the silence.

“Why are we still talking about Txetyo?” Neteyam has always been a relatively tolerant and even-keeled man, but you can hear irritation beginning to bubble up in his voice.

“Because–” You start to say, but then Neteyam rolls over so that he’s laying on his back.

Now that he's lying on his back, stretched out all long and lithe, your eyes rove over his face and then down his throat, his chest, his stomach, his hips. Your eyes catch on the protrusion between his legs and stick there, your mouth dropping open in surprise when you see that his loincloth is tented.

“Because- he… you were too–” You try valiantly to finish your sentence, but your thoughts have scattered to the wind.

He’s hard. Why the fuck is he hard? Is that just from you rubbing his back? Oh my god, what are you supposed to say? It feels like his hard-on is staring at you.

Neteyam pushes himself up into a sitting position, his hands planted on the woven rug behind him as he pushes himself up so that he’s sitting looming over you. Once he’s upright, Neteyam flexes his shoulders and groans slightly as he goes. It doesn't sound like a pained groan, thankfully.

The movement brings him closer to you than you had been expecting, and you end up freezing. Like this, you can see the way his expression has smoothed into one of relief. His shoulders are looser too, no longer held bunched up around his neck.

Neteyam doesn't seem to notice your close proximity, nor the way you have tensed at the lack of space between them. You’re not touching, but you’re so close that you swear you can physically feel the air between you.

“If Txetyo is so upset about being beaten by me in training, then he should focus on getting better instead of slinking away with his tail between his legs and trying to screw you in a corner of my grandmother’s hut.”

You gape at him like an absolute idiot, floored by the acerbity in his tone. You’ve always thought Neteyam was a bit of a dickhead, but that was mostly because of his nearly insufferable need to always be the best. Always the best warrior, the best son, the best brother, the best future Olo’eyktan. The best role model to his peers.

“So that’s what this is about.” You say, your voice coming out distinctly accusatory. “You don’t like that your friends are fucking a human, is that it?”

Neteyam doesn’t even bother answering. He just rolls his now loosened shoulders and watches you carefully. He doesn't tell you to back off, or wrinkle his nose at you, or act as though he's repulsed by you. He just stares at you across the miniscule space between you, and that only angers you further.

“Is that why you keep interrupting whenever I’m with any of the other tsamsiyu?” You demand, fists clenching. “What, you don’t like that your friends find a tawtute attractive? Is that why you keep cockblocking me?”

Neteyam huffs a quiet snort, as though he thinks you’re being stupid.

“I hear what some of the Na’vi in the village say, about how it’s shameful to be with a tawtute.” You hiss. “I just didn’t think you’d be one of them.”

And if you’re honest with yourself, it sort of hurts. Neteyam has always gotten on your nerves with his confusing mix of overconfidence and jagged insecurities, and he had really infuriated you when he had started to interrupt all of those illicit little meetups you had planned with some of the boys in the village, but you hadn’t actually thought that he had any disdain for you like some of the other Na’vi.

And then you do something so stupid that it shocks even you.

Your eyes drop back down to the tent in his tewng, eyeing it thoughtfully, before reaching out and running your fingers over the hardened outline of his cock through the fabric with purpose.

Neteyam hisses, and his hips actually lift off the floor in an attempt to follow your touch.

“God, you’re a hypocrite, aren’t you?” You breathe, fighting to keep your voice casual. “How can you judge your friends for fucking around with me when you’re this hard after just a backrub?”

“They’re not my friends.” Neteyam grunts, his jaw clenching as his head tilts back. His hips rock into your hand.

Your touch goes firmer, and then your hand slips under his loincloth. You’ve had plenty of sexual encounters with Na’vi men, but this is different.

This is Neteyam. This encounter feels like proving a point. A very sexually charged point.

His cock is silky smooth and hot to the touch, and you feel a little drunk as your fingers close around it. And damn, it feels big. All Na’vi cocks are big compared to your hands, but this… feels different. You were aroused anyway, you’ve been feeling pent up all damn week, but now that your hand is on his dick your nerves are fizzing up.

It’s a surprise when Neteyam’s big hand settles on your waist to tug you closer, and you feel your stomach swoop when he pulls you forward. You don’t release his cock even as he pulls you to settle over one of his thighs, your legs slotted in between his, and you can feel him harden even further beneath you.

You wonder absently if it's really you that's causing his very obvious arousal or if it's just a natural consequence of the massage; either way, when his hips flex up towards you, they press right in between your legs.

You shiver almost violently, the sensation of him pressing hot and hard against your core frying your nerves and wiping your thoughts clean. The part of your brain that had been screaming about what a bad idea this whole thing is has become muffled now, and your own hips jerk against his.

“You’re such an asshole,” You say, though your voice comes out reedy and breathless. “You of all people don’t have a right to talk shit about those guys just cause they’re into humans, especially when your cock is this hard, and especially considering where your dad came from–”

He lets out a soft, quiet noise as you move against him, and uses his grip on the back of your top to pull you tighter against him yet again. “Don’t talk about my father when you have my cock in your hand.”

It takes what feels like a monumental effort to wrench your hand away from him, and he lets out a wordless grunt of dissatisfaction as his hips twitch in an effort to follow your hand. It’s delightfully pathetic, and you feel your ego swell at the sheer sense of power that washes over you; it’s a rare feeling, especially when you’re faced with a big blue alien almost twice your size.

“You should apologise to Txetyo.” You sound like an out of breath idiot. “It’s not like you can judge him for being with a tawtute when you’re that hard from me just touching you.”

Neteyam just stares at you, his jaw clenching and his honey eyes dark as he takes several breaths through his nose. You’ve never seen him like this before; you’ve never seen any of the men you’ve been with like this before. It looks as though he’s holding onto a thin veneer of control, and you wonder if he’s angry with you, if you’ve perhaps pushed him too far.

“That was never the issue.” He says and fuck, his voice has gone so gravelly. “And don’t pretend that you’re not wet beneath those clothes of yours. I can smell it.”

Your thighs squeeze together as you swallow hard, struggling to maintain your aura of indifference and no doubt failing.

“That’s because of Txetyo.” You say, and it tastes like a lie on your tongue. “You interrupted us.”

Neteyam laughs quietly and humourlessly. His expression suggests that he doesn’t find anything about this conversation funny, and his hand is still splayed across your back. You’re so damn conscious of how big his palm is as it spreads across your spine. Why the hell hasn’t he let go of you yet?

“Ah, I see.” Neteyam murmurs. “You would have fucked him in my grandmother’s hut?”

Your mouth is so damn dry, and you swallow compulsively. “It’s not any of your business who I fuck.”

Neteyam’s smile is grim. “Txetyo would fuck his own shadow if he were nimble enough to catch it. You have terrible taste in men.”

You rear back. You’re surprised by how much that hurts. Living as a human on Pandora is lonely, and it’s not like you have people lining up outside the human outpost looking to spend time with you. If you want any sort of companionship or intimacy, you have to accept any attention that you can get. And sure, most of that attention comes from men that only want to get their dicks wet, or the experience of being with a tawtute, but it’s better than nothing at all.

“Well, we can’t all be the Olo’eyktan’s son.” You say, your voice stiff and cold. “We don’t all have countless suitors throwing themselves at our feet. Some of us have to accept attention from whoever’s interested.”

Neteyam’s expression shifts, an odd look appearing in his eyes, and your stomach swoops. You don’t think you could bear to see pity in his eyes, so you pull away from him, shaking his hands off.

“Your scratch is fine.” You say, your voice thin and a little thready. “You’re all treated.

“Hey–”

As you stumble to your feet, Neteyam reaches out as if to stop you. You dodge his hands, unable to look him in the eye.

Panic is starting to set in now; what had you been thinking, touching him like that just after he had chided you for flirting with Txetyo in the tsahìk’s hut? God, you feel like such an idiot. He must think you’re so pathetic.

Like a coward, you turn on your heel and flee out of the hut. You need air, you need to be out of the cool darkness of the hut, you need to be away from the overwhelming weight of Neteyam’s presence. Through the blood rushing in your ears you can distantly hear Neteyam call to you, but you’re too desperate to escape from the whole humiliating interaction to stop and listen.

You stagger out of the hut, squinting at the evening light; it seems blinding after spending all day in the dim musty air of Mo’at’s healing hut. You pat at your rumpled shirt and creased denim shorts, flustered and frenzied as you try to straighten yourself out.

“Tawtute?”

You jerk, gasping, and whirl to find that Txetyo is sitting on a log a few feet away from the hut, apparently waiting for you to finish up with Neteyam. You feel like you’re burning up from a mixture of mortification and confused arousal and you’re certain that Neteyam is about to follow you out.

“I– I have to go!” You blurt, already stepping back towards the forest.

Txetyo frowns, obviously bewildered, but he doesn’t stand. “Don’t you want to–”

You don’t wait for him to finish. You’re already fleeing, disappearing into the trees as you run the whole way home.

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It might be a little cowardly, but you avoid the village for days after that.

You stick to the outpost, watching Norm and Max and the other scientists work. You try not to die of boredom, and you try not to overthink and overthink and overthink.

But you have too much time on your hands as you slink around the outpost, and you can’t stop feeling guilty about abandoning your attempts to help Mo’at out in her healing hut.

You also can’t stop thinking about the shift of Neteyam’s muscles in the low dim light, or the silky hot feel of his cock in your hand, or the soft breathy grunts he had let out as his hips rocked. It feels like the experience has actually rewired your brain, as though you’ll never recover from it.

Growing up on Pandora as a human has been lonely. The only other human your age is Spider, who had become the closest thing you have to a brother – and you love him even when you feel like throttling him, but sometimes you just yearn for more.

You want companionship, you want understanding, you want romance, you want sexual intimacy. You don’t think it’s too much to ask for, and if you have to turn to big nine-feet-tall Na’vi warriors who just want to say they’ve had the experience of sleeping with a tawtute, then that’s… fine. Even if it’s only temporary.

Part of you is honestly relieved when Spider finally manages to force you out of the outpost and back to the village. It’s a relief to get back into the forest, to the village, to the life you’re used to. The outpost has nothing on the vibrancy of the village life, and you feel as though you can breathe for the first time in days upon stepping back into the village, even if it’s through your respirator mask.

There’s been a big hunt today, and the village is buzzing with excitement. You pass by several willowy Na’vi covered in celebratory paint, and follow the sound of the heavy thumping of drums.

The evening after a hunt is always a joyful affair, and you gradually start to relax throughout the night. You feast on collected fruit, hum along to some of the music, and sit comfortably with Spider all evening. At some point you’re joined by Lo’ak, which you don’t mind either; Lo’ak has always been the kind of outcast that fits comfortably between the edges of you and Spider. Those edges have smoothed out as he got older, but he’s always been a cool guy to hang out with.

When he’s not joining Spider in ganging up on you, that is.

“So– so wait, wait, let me get this straight,” Lo’ak is waving his hands as though trying to settle down a group of rowdy children, even though it’s just the three of you present. “Neteyam walked in on you fucking again, but this time it was in grandmother’s hut–”

You’re sat around the large campfire in the middle of the village, tucked away from the main celebrations. Part of you is flourishing being in this environment again, but another part is withering at this damn conversation. You glance around nervously, hoping that no casual observers can hear you guys talking.

“Txetyo only had his hand up my top!” You hiss hastily. “We weren’t actually– and we would have gone somewhere else when it came down to it!”

“Txetyo is a dickhead.” Spider complains, leaning heavily on your side. He’s so frequently dwarfed by the Na’vi that it’s easy to forget that he’s over six-feet-tall and corded with muscle, and his bulk is heavy.

Irritatingly, Lo’ak leans into you the same way on the other side, though he’s more careful about leaning his full weight, and you end up crushed in between the two idiots.

“He isn’t.” You protest, pushing back against their weight. “He’s–”

“Nah, he is.” Lo’ak interrupts before you can defend him. “Total skxawng. You know he keeps telling people he’s the best archer in the clan? And yet he didn’t manage to catch anything in today’s hunt–”

You try not to wince at that. It’s impossible to miss that while Txetyo may not have been successful in the hunt today, someone else is being lauded for their skill and success.

Neteyam has been given a place of honour by the fire next to his parents, and the careful swirls of paint all over his body can’t hide the proud glow on his face. Under the smooth veneer of Neteyam’s smiles and cheer was the jagged edge of his inferiority complex, his need to always be better and to be liked. Funnily enough, his insecurity has always been your favourite part of him. It felt real in a way his cockiness didn’t.

You can’t stop yourself from glancing over. Night has already fallen and there are many couples dancing, the flickering firelight sending wild shadows across the gathering. But even in the unsteady light, you catch the intense golden stare of Neteyam watching you from across the circle.

You hastily turn your face away, pressing your lips together tight as you try to pretend like you hadn’t been looking in the first place.

You roll your eyes, sinking further back into the stupidly heavy weight of Spider and Lo’ak in a silly attempt to hide yourself from view. It almost definitely doesn’t work, and you can still feel the weight of Neteyam’s stare on you, even as you fixedly ignore him.

“Pretty sure we don’t want the answer to that one, man.” Lo’ak says, snickering.

His eyes glance around, before flashing across the gathering as though he can also feel Neteyam’s attention. You frown as Lo’ak hastily removes his arm from around your shoulders, even leaning away from you a little.

“I’m allowed to want company.” You say loftily, though you’re certain that your voice is a little shaky.

It feels like your skin is heating up under Neteyam’s eyes, and you feel yourself getting shifty. Why won’t he just look away?

Lo’ak obviously notices his brother’s attention, because he leans a little closer so he can speak quietly in your ear.

“My brother can be unbearable,” Lo’ak murmurs, “But he’s not a bad guy.”

“Gross.” You wrinkle your nose playfully at Lo’ak’s rare display of sincerity about his brother and he hisses at you, swiping at your head.

It’s all in jest, which is obvious given how gentle his hands are with you, and you laugh and lean away.

“I just– I don’t understand him.” You sigh once your laughter has tapered off. “I mean, I get that he doesn’t approve of the whole interspecies thing, but it’s like he goes out of his way to catch me in embarrassing situations. If he finds it gross, why seek it out?”

Lo’ak purses his lips and avoids your eyes. “Uh…”

“Anytime he shows up, the guys I’m with go running.” You continue, your brows knitting into a frown. “I mean, it’s getting ridiculous. Why can’t he just mind his own business?”

Lo’ak’s eyes dart over your head, and you just know that he and Spider are sharing a look together.

“He doesn’t– I wouldn’t say he disapproves of interspecies relationships–” Lo’ak says, but he fumbles a little in his attempt to get his words out and darts another panicked glance across the fire towards where Neteyam is sitting with their father.

You just scoff, crossing your arms defensively across your chest. You feel a little vulnerable talking about this; usually, you’re content to suffer through the embarrassment of having your sex partners pretending they don’t know you in public alone, but since Neteyam had started walking in on you, now he knows that they’re doing it too.

“He scolds them like they’re children whenever he walks in on us, talking about how they’re neglecting their duties and all that,” You mutter, scowling. “But it’s obviously because he’s annoyed that his friends are messing around with a Sky Person.”

Spider shifts at your side, making an odd sound beneath his breath. You turn to look at him, but he’s staring rather fixedly at a tree branch overhead. Lo’ak clears his throat, similarly looking off to the side to avoid your eyes.

You frown. It feels as though they’re hiding something from you, and the thought is unsettling.

“What?” You demand, sitting forward and staring intently at them.

“Nothing,” Lo’ak protests, but his voice is a little too high-pitched to be believable. “Uh… It’s just… well, I really don’t think that Neteyam has a problem with interspecies relationships. Our dad came from the Sky, too!”

You think that Lo’ak probably intended for that to be reassuring, but instead you find your stomach sinking miserably.

“Oh.” You say, pursing your lips. “So it’s me that he has a problem with.”

“No!” Lo’ak protests, but then he pauses. His mouth opens and closes as he struggles to form a response under the weight of your narrowed eyes.

When no explanation comes, you end up just averting your gaze and looking towards the fire. It’s stupid, but you’re not sure what you were even expecting. Neteyam has always been perfect in his personal life, his duties, his relationships within the clan, his looks. It’s hardly a surprise that he’s developed a distaste for you – you know what Sky People represent to the Na’vi, after all.

Across the gathering, two Na’vi girls are shooting looks at Spider. You almost think they’re looking at him in disgust, but when Spider catches their eye and smiles back they both look away giggling.

You click your tongue and roll your eyes. You wonder when exactly it was that the Na’vi your age stopped seeing you as human nuisances that haunt the village, and started instead seeing you as people with possible sexual appeal.

“That is just unfair.” You intone dully. “You get Na’vi girls flirting with you from across the campfire, and I get Na’vi boys fucking me in corners and then pretending they don’t know me. And that’s only if I don’t get rudely interrupted by Lo’ak’s asshole brother.”

“Men.” Lo’ak says in a disparaging tone that sounds as though it’s meant to be sympathetic, but it falls short as he’s biting his tongue to keep from laughing. “Maybe you just have bad taste.”

Spider laughs too, though he’s still looking in the Na’vi girls’ direction. There’s a pink flush in his cheeks, and his smile looks distinctly pleased.

“Yeah,” You grumble, sinking down where you’re sitting. “I’m hearing that a lot.”

The conversation moves on then, Lo’ak nudging at Spider over your head and grinning as he recounts the highlights from the hunt earlier that day, but you’re distracted. You hardly even hear a word they say, too busy staring broodingly into the fire.

Luckily, neither Lo’ak nor Spider mind your silence. They’re perfectly content to fill the quiet themselves, chatting and babbling and joking over your head.

You’re drifting, lost in your own thoughts until you hear Lo’ak and Spider go quiet. You glance over to them, only to realise why they’ve stopped talking – Neteyam is walking your way.

You stiffen, eyes narrowing behind your respirator mask as he comes to a stop before you all. He greets his brother and Spider briefly, distractedly, before his big amber eyes settle on you.

All you can do is wait, tensed. You have no idea what he’s going to do or say, but if he says something about that day in the healing hut you might actually scream.

But Neteyam doesn’t immediately say anything. He crouches in front of you, his gaze as measured and even as ever, and proffers a wrapped utumauti leaf to you. For a moment, you just stare at it as though it’s something venomous.

“A portion of yerik meat,” Neteyam clarifies, not even blinking as he watches your face. “From the hunt earlier.”

Oh. Now you see. He’s just showing off, like he always does. He’s always doing things like this, just to show off his skills, his prowess, how strong he is. It’s irritating; everyone already knows how great he is, and he’s already practically revered throughout the village. You don’t know why he keeps trying to flaunt his greatness in front of you, other than the fact that he must love to annoy you.

Spider nudges you in the side, and you reach out to take the wrapped meat from Neteyam’s outstretched hand.

“Thank you.” You say, a little tersely.

Neteyam just nods, his tail coiling. He watches your face for another moment, and all the unspoken tension between you from the other day seems to swell to unbearable heights. His ears twitch, and then he glances over his shoulder to where his parents are sitting by the fire. They’re watching, which makes you feel itchy and embarrassed.

“I should return.” He says simply, before standing and nodding at you, then Spider and Lo’ak, before straightening up and walking back to his place by Jake, his tail swaying low.

There’s a long moment of silence, where you can feel Lo’ak and Spider staring at you.

“Don’t.” You say sharply when you see Lo’ak’s mouth open, and he closes it with a click.

This feels embarrassing, as though Neteyam is mocking you somehow. It’s not the first time he’s given you food, always making sure to let you know he caught it himself. It’s like he has a damn pathological need to show off his skills, to try and prove himself, to prove that he’s better than anyone else. It’s aggravating, even more so now that Lo’ak has made it clear that it’s you that Neteyam has a problem with.

Eventually, Spider and Lo’ak return to their conversation and you pull back, sitting silently between them. You pull your mask off for a brief moment to nibble at the meat. You’re a little irritated to admit that it’s delicious, and you sit back to lean into Spider’s side as you chew at it sullenly.

You’ve just begun to wonder if this night is a total bust altogether when you catch movement out of the corner of your eye. You raise your head, surprised to see the sight of Txetyo stepping towards you.

At your side, Spider and Lo’ak share a look before sitting up straighter.

“Tawtute,” Txetyo greets, nodding his head at you. He casts a single cautious look towards Lo’ak, before focusing on you properly.

He is keeping his voice purposely low so that no one else can hear, but you can’t bring yourself to care. This is the most public setting that any man has ever actually approached you in, and you can feel your expression brightening already.

“Hello.” You murmur, smiling sweetly at him. The last time you had seen him had been right after you had fled the tsahik’s hut, right after you had touched Neteyam– and no, you are not thinking about that right now.

“I would like to speak with you.” Txetyo murmurs, his voice low as he darts one more quick look between Lo’ak and Spider before settling on you again.

You brighten. You’re under no illusions about what Txetyo wants to ‘speak’ about, and you can safely assume that there will be little to no talking involved at all.

Yes. A distraction. This is exactly what you need.

“Sure.” You say, your lips curving up in a coy smile as you unfold yourself from where you’ve been sitting between Spider and Lo’ak.

“Uh–” Lo’ak starts to say, but you’re already beginning to step away with Txetyo, who’s beginning to lead you away from the gathering.

Maybe it’s a little impulsive, but you’re feeling reckless tonight. You can still feel Neteyam’s eyes boring into your back as you follow Txetyo towards the treeline, but you determinedly refuse to look. The celebration should be enough of a distraction to keep him busy and away from you for a while so you can finally get laid.

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You resist the urge to check the time on your battered old wristwatch as Txetyo slides down your body and repositions himself between your legs.

It feels like such a long time since you’ve hooked up successfully with anyone, with no interruptions, which is probably why you’ve been so affected by all-things-Neteyam recently. You were hoping that this encounter with Txetyo would restore you back to normal, to get rid of all the thoughts of Neteyam’s intense golden stare and pretty face and silken hot cock that are absolutely haunting you.

Yet, so far, the night’s been less than stellar. Txetyo had led you away from the celebrations, and you had to try hard to pretend like you don’t see him looking around compulsively to make sure that no one else has seen him leave with you. You had followed him into the trees, and had brightened up when he took your hand as soon as you were out of sight of the gathering.

Before you knew it, you were on your back on the forest floor with your panties around your ankles and your dress rucked up around your waist as Txetyo loomed over you on his hands and knees.

Txetyo is handsome, and he’s big and strong and he’s not opposed to hooking up with a Sky Person, but he’s not much for conversation and it seems like he’s only really got one thing on his mind. Apparently, your list of criteria might be a little lacking, because Txetyo’s also proving to be woefully bad at sex.

He spreads your legs and buries his face there. You blink at the canopy of glowing foliage overhead, grimacing. Honestly, you’d think that anything tongue-adjacent would feel good against a clit, but that’s just not true. Txetyo seems to have an affinity for moving his tongue rapidly and aimlessly against you, resulting in nothing better than the occasional teasing — definitely by accident.

You shift a little, try to angle your hips so that Txetyo’s mouth is over your clit, but he doesn’t seem to pick up on what you’re attempting to do at all. He just moves his mouth away, jabbing his tongue sort of aimlessly at your left labia.

“Could you– a bit higher–” You say, trying to shift again.

Txetyo’s mouth is rather sloppy against your pussy, but you’re not actually sure what he’s doing down there. He seems to be missing every possible nerve ending that might feel good, which is actually a little bit impressive.

You sigh, and just resign yourself to getting bad head. You let your head thunk back against the mossy forest floor, your legs hanging off of Txetyo’s big shoulders as he hunches between your thighs.

It’s almost imperceptible, but the quiet ‘crack’ of a twig breaking underfoot has your head snapping around in a panic.

Though night has fallen, it’s never truly dark on Pandora. The moss beneath you glows faintly, illuminating the outline of your body as you lay there with Txetyo getting busy between your legs. The trees and foliage around you are similarly phosphorescent, your surroundings all lit up in luminous vibrance.

Pandora’s bioluminescence is beautiful; it also means that you can see Neteyam’s figure all dimly lit up as he leans against the trunk of a tree about fifteen feet away.

Neteyam’s head is cocked to the side as he very obviously takes in the scene before him, his head turning to scan up and down your body. His little luminous freckles are lit up and glowing, and it’s impossible to miss the fact that his golden eyes are fixed on you, so intense that it’s almost breathtaking.

You almost scream. You mean to, but instead you moan, completely by accident, and Txetyo groans between your legs.

You don’t know what to do. You’re gaping at Neteyam, who seems all too content to just watch you, meanwhile Txetyo is totally oblivious. He’s still doing nothing right, but something deep inside you pulses.

Moments later, much to your horror, Neteyam takes a small, tentative step forward. He stands only a few feet away, behind Txetyo and in plain view of you.

Go away! You mouth, staring at him in disbelief.

Neteyam scratches his head, feigning confusion, and then he takes another step forward.

He doesn’t say anything. Why isn’t he saying anything? It’s not the first time he’s walked in on you in a situation like this, but usually by this point he’s started making snarky comments, which in turn makes the men you’re with scramble away from you like you’re diseased.

Your dress is pushed up clumsily around your stomach, exposing your pussy. There’s a man between your legs. You’re in the process of getting fucked and Neteyam is watching, goddammit.

It definitely, absolutely is not hot. And yet… your hips twitch, and your breath hitches.

“That feel good?” Txetyo asks, peering up to grin at you. Your attention is dragged back to him and you blink, dazed.

“Yeah,” You lie. “So good.”

“Mm,” Txetyo hums in satisfaction, slipping two fingers into you. “Good.”

You grunt at the stretch of his thick fingers, breathing deep. His mouth returns, his fingers jabbing kind of aimlessly, but it hardly matters. Your attention is locked on Neteyam, and it’s somehow making Txetyo’s useless attempts feel somewhat invigorating.

“Oh god,” You gasp. You’re so confused. Part of you is still waiting for Neteyam to speak up, to make a sound or to clear his throat. Something. But he just watches on, his pretty eyes dark.

“Mm, so pretty,” Txetyo murmurs from between your legs, still blissfully unaware of your onlooker. “Can I fuck you now, tawtute?”

Despite yourself, you find your eyes darting over to Neteyam. The stupid fucker is still looking, and when he sees that you’ve looked at him his lips quirk. Your whole body flushes deep with heat, and you try to pretend like you aren’t taking direction from him; usually, his appearance would have stopped this entire encounter dead in its tracks. But you’re continuing, and the fact is, you feel as though you need his permission or something.

“Y-yes.” You say.

Neteyam purses his lips, and raises his non-existent brows. Fuck, what does that mean?

“How would you like me to–”

“Just like this.” You blurt. It feels, for some reason, as though you can’t risk Txetyo noticing Neteyam. This is the only way you can see Neteyam without Txetyo noticing him, anyway.

Txetyo shuffles up your body, his bulk dwarfing you. There’s a moment’s struggle as he’s lining himself up against your pussy, groaning low as he pushes into you. The stretch is intense, and a little painful, as always; you never quite get used to the bone-deep satisfaction of that achey biting stretch in your cunt.

The stretch is satisfying, like it always is, but it’s not necessarily special. Txetyo is not as evenly proportioned as he looks, and his cock is smaller than other Na’vi you’ve been with. That is, mostly, a good thing; it means he can fuck you without lube, which you usually have to use to accommodate the shocking stretch of taking a Na’vi cock. It also means that you adjust to having him inside you a little quicker, your muscles easing gradually around the intrusion of his dick.

What is special (or at least unusual) is the fact that Neteyam is still watching. You stare back, maintaining a bewilderingly intense sort of eye contact. Txetyo groans as your cunt clenches down on him, and he lowers his face to bury it in your shoulder; like this, your view of Neteyam is completely unimpeded.

“Ah! You’re so tight,” Txetyo hisses. “This is okay?”

“Yes,” You gasp. “You can move.”

And by God, does Txetyo move. He jerks in and out of you with a complete lack of coordination. You bounce and flop against the luminescent bed of moss beneath you, occasionally throwing a hand over your head to try and anchor yourself to a tree root behind you, just to stay put for a second or two.

Neteyam is undoubtedly amused. He has a hand pressed to his mouth, and the skin around his eyes is scrunched up with mirth. At one point, when Txetyo starts humping into you so desperately that you grunt, wincing, Neteyam doubles over himself completely, laughing silently.

“Oh, oh,” Txetyo groans. “Tawtute, I am going to– you are so tight, so hot inside–"

You smack one of Txetyo’s hands away from where he’d been rubbing determinedly at the side of your vulva. You rub at your clit instead in fast, harsh circles, staring at Neteyam desperately. You don’t actually know what you’re looking for, or what you want him to do… but you want him to do something.

Neteyam reaches down to palm the bulge at the front of his tewng that you hadn’t even noticed until now, and you moan. You rub yourself even faster, attempting to angle your hips in any way that could increase your pleasure from Txetyo. It seems impossible, but you manage to catch one or two good strokes.

“Please, please—!” You gasp, eyes wide as you maintain eye contact with Neteyam over the wide bulk of Txetyo’s shoulders.

“Unnng,” Txetyo grunts as he comes too, thrusting into you through the last shocks of his orgasm.

You barely even blink, your eyes fixed wide open as you tremble, your breaths shaky. Neteyam doesn’t break eye contact either, watching you so damn closely that it feels bizarrely as though he’s watching a show you’re putting on, as though all of this is for him. The worst part is you feel as though you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t.

Neteyam silently turns and slips away through the foliage, and Txetyo flops onto the mossy ground beside you moments later, breathing heavily.

“That was good.” Txetyo sighs, his voice thick with satisfaction.

You don’t reply, still staring at the place Neteyam had disappeared into the trees. You’re partly unable to believe what just happened and partly turned on beyond belief, just knowing it did.

What the fuck?

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okay... let me start off with "I'm sorry" because I lied and I'm bored, gave H*llavu B*ss a go because my feed is full of it and HH now and I have no impulse control and I also can't leave things unfinished. And HB is free on youtube; I can technically pirate hh but I don't want to be in that much effort for that...

And like, I think it's the same as I feel about that one song from HH. It's not that great, though I guess I can see why people like it? But in a "I don't think you people ever moved past deviant art era plot and art". Which, to be nice, isn't bad by itself but objectively speaking, there is better media and stories out there. All in all, I'm giving it a 2.5/10; I think the best way to summarize HB is that it's a show made for people who were already in love with it before watching it, not a show that tries to win over its audience.

Plot

It is episodic, so I will admit that plot isn't that big of a factor in the series. But I will say that it loses sight of its premise pretty fast. Like, it's advertised and set up as a "wacky hijinks in a found family assassination business", but after the first few episodes or so, it stops showing them doing work/killing people and how they go about that, and focuses more on what happens around or outside of work. For example, ep 6 and 7 just doesn't even show them working and skips straight to the aftermath and what they're going to do after work. The Spring Break episode does show them working, but it glosses over it; IMP is more like a plot device than a premise. Ep 2 straight up has them doing other stuff (aka bodyguarding, something that is explicitly said to be not a service IMP offers). Fuck it, even the Harvest Moon Festival ep is not work-related. For a show that is supposedly centered on IMP and the main cast killing humans on behalf of sinners with a grudge, it doesn't actually interact or play with that concept. And I think it basically drops completely out of focus in Season 2.

And like, I can understand if the show wants to make it more about character dynamics than the business, but the pilot (and ep 1 kind of) promises to explore that *through* IMP work. And that leads into the next big problem with HB

Character

I feel like everyone except Blitzo is underdeveloped, especially the women in the show. We get a lot of insight into Blitzo's motivations and emotional baggage and how he copes with that in unhealthy and asshole-y ways. But literally everyone else is kind of thrown under the bus unless it's relevant to Blitzo. The only character that kind of escapes this treatment (but not wholly) is Moxxie.

But Millie is only defined by how she's Moxxie's wife, and basically nothing else. Loona-- does have some more characterization than Millie, but her biggest-- and basically only-- role in the show is being Blitzo's difficult adopted daughter; her character arc about idk getting more in-touch with her feelings and being more expressive is centered around how she feels about Blitzo. And then the side characters: Octavia and Stella. Octavia is also about being a daughter to her father, and that's kind of it! Even though she's struggling with her parents' (incoming) divorce, she's only shown to be interacting/having an emotional connection with Stolas; Stella is never in the picture. Stella is-- just a major bitch, and that's it. That's all she has to her character.

But Octavia and Stella are side characters, so I can accept them having pretty flat personalities, but Millie and Loona? Those two are part of the main fucking cast. How are they being sidelined this hard??

I think a lot of the show revolves around Blitzo, so if the characters don't matter to him or don't bounce off well with him, they kind of get shafted by the writing. Like Millie. She is just generally so easygoing with Blitzo's antics that there's nothing for Blitzo to really react to there, so she's just essentially a background character.

Speaking of, almost all the characters and relationships are kind of built to parallel Blitzo and Stolitz (we'll get to this ship in a minute). Like, Moxxie is supposed to be a nice foil to Blitzo because they're both afraid of rejection, but they deal with that in opposite ways; Moxxie is polite, professional, no backbone because he doesn't want confrontation lest it lead to rejection whereas Blitzo is crass and a dick about everything so he can push people away before they reject/hurt him. And they both want to be loved, but Moxxie has a healthy relationship with Millie whereas Blitzo has no such thing in his life, so another contrast. And also daddy issues.

This is okay on its own. It makes a compelling dynamic between Blitzo as a boss and friend to Moxxie.

But then they do this for almost every character?? Loona (basically) has daddy issues and can't express herself that well because she's under-socialized and Trauma, Octavia is a daddy's girl and is too emo to communicate her feelings, Stolas has daddy issues and also communication issues, Fizzarolli has daddy issues (when he doesn't need to???)

And then there's the fact that it feels like the other relationships we see are supposed to work as parallels/foils to Stolitz as well? Moxxie and Millie and happy and healthy and committed, unlike Stolitz. Fizz and Asmodeus manage to work around that class disparity/power imbalance because they can communicate with each other, unlike Stoliz. They kind of just function as a "this is what Stolitz could be if they got over themselves and talked"

And generational trauma and the desire to be loved can be a major and shared theme, but there should at least be nuance between each representation of it?? These are literally all the same in that it boils down to "I don't know how to ask for proper intimacy".

Ships

There's only one main ship and it's Stolitz, and... I find it compelling?? But it's just not executed well enough. They just rush through the development, so when the show actually reveals that there's mutual attraction, it just feels like it comes out of nowhere and the audience has to do a lot of the legwork to figure out what the fuck happened from point a to point b.

It's also like, it steals a lot of attention from other aspects of the show. I feel like a lot of Season 2 episodes kind of focuses more on that relationship in favor of other characters who need screen time and development (like Millie)

I could give a really long analysis on Stolitz, but I'm just going to say that the problem kind of just boils down to the show doesn't sell that they actually feel genuine affection for each other. I can see them projecting their own emotional baggage onto the other and using each other, but there's no transition from the transactional relationship they have in the beginning to liking each other as people. In fact, I don't think they even know each other outside of sex and work. Which is bad. Because I can buy them fucking up communicating their wants and thus settling for fucking each other for "professional" reasons, but if the show really wants to sell this ship, there has to be something genuine between them that draws them to each other.

Which is to say, Stolitz is a ship for people who already love and want the ship, not for people who are just There. As in, the show seems to make the assumption that the audience wants this ship to happen and that the ship will happen, so they don't really take the time to establish a solid foundation and growth arc for it. It just feels like big emotional or romantic moments without the actual necessary context to make it work. Which is just a problem for the general show.

Pacing

It's bad. It's so bad. I can understand leaving arcs unresolved for a bit so that there's suspense or whatever, but they keep adding more arcs and problems while leaving unfinished plotlines unfinished. Only to then resolve it super quickly. Like ??????? It's all so cramped and rushed-- but then they sometimes slow it down in the worst way possible in that it just kind of ignores previous developments for a one-off episode or something (like S2 Ep 2 where they just ignore the Stolitz drama for wacky adventure in the human world and Stolas and Blitzo are just acting like nothing wrong happened). (And I Know! I know they showed details in the background that explain that this happens because both of them are ignoring the problem, but even so, they shouldn't be acting so casual with each other; it should be made more clear that they're both still uncomfortable but *acting*) (and something that changes the relationship should be shown to the audience clearly? Not just put in as "blink and you'll miss it" text messages??)

And sometimes this rushed pacing leads to info-dumps or telling, not showing. Like with Stolas' focus episode where we learn his backstory. It's not super bad, but it weakens the impact of big plot moments; we just hear Stolas saying he endured his loveless marriage for his daughter, but we. never really see that...? The times he's with her when she's a child doesn't count because Stella's not a picture in that. The one time we kind of see something related to this statement is when Stella's kind of being loud in the kitchen and he checks in on her sleeping peacefully, but like. That's not really and example of him enduring Stella's temper and insults for Octavia's sake. He hasn't even seen Stella at all before he drops by Octavia's room. The next time is when Stella is throwing an imp at him in the kitchen and Stolas is trying to be... nice? reasonable? But at this point, I think it's clear to Octavia that her parents don't love each other. And even then, we never really see him paying attention to her or expressing concern about what Octavia might think or feel during the fight, or trying to reassure her that this is just a normal spat between married couples afterwards as damage control. We can just take his word for it, but it's just not as powerful. I'd say the same goes for when we learn about Moxxie and his father/traumatic childhood. Would've been great to see how he struggles with that specifically or had more clues to that before we see him completely resolve to stand up to his father.

It just feels like the show itself expects the audience to be completely in love with it, so it doesn't really bother to develop its world or characters until Big Emotional Moments and at that point, it just gives the necessary context to pull it off real fast, so everything just feels so... compact and dense and not very natural. It's not trying to sell itself to a new audience, it's catering to an audience that's been supporting them since the pilot.

#can't say much about the character designs bc I'm going to be honest. i'm not that good at doing it #and i have low standards. my thoughts are literally 'they certainly Look' and that's it. I go 'that's an imp. that's a hellhound. okie'#they don't make me go 'wooowww amazing design' but they don't make me go 'that's horrible and lame'#best i can describe my feelings is that the designs just rank as mediocre to me. there's nothing really original or inspiring about them #but there's nothing i can say is particularly like. blasphemous or atrocious #and the songs.#they're okay?#there's some that i like and some that i don't and other where i'm like 'i guess it's good? objectively? but it's not really my taste?'#like. they fucking got a broadway singer?!?! and Jafar from aladin?????? that's fucking wild to me #but i don't actually care for the songs as much as i care about the writing #and the writing is.... bad. there's no other way to put it #I can see the potential. but on god. they need to slow things down and let things develop naturally #or take the time to put their scripts through another round or two of editing #but i can kind of see why people like it. it's like. middle school era catnip #but also so much stuff about characters and worldbuilding that's left untouched or unaddressed #it might as well be free real estate for fanfic/fanart #but for me at least. it's too poor quality that i can't even feel inspired to play around with it #there's nothing of substance there to even play with. you might as well just write your own version of hb

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mochatune · 3 years ago

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I once again apologize if this isn’t accurate I just barely see fics of my fave fandoms covering heavy topics and I feel like someone needs too.

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Yb Peter x drug addict reader hcs (reader is specifically addicted to vyvanse)

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- Peter already knows, I mean come on he literally stalks you for a living.

-Peter isn’t stupid, he smokes when stressed so he can relate in a way although your doing harder drugs than him.

-how did he find out? He sees you pop one of the blue pills every morning through the secret cameras installed but he knows you don’t have any prescriptions or even ADHD for that matter, your name isn’t even on the bottle.

-when he decided to kidnap you is when he took action, he didn’t really mention it while you both were getting to know each other because he would blow his cover knowing you would rather die than share your little habit with people you don’t know let alone are close with.

-he originally tried weening you off so you wouldn’t suffer through withdrawal, he was there for you every step of the way but despite that he still kidnapped you so your stress was at an all time high. Your technically didn’t really recover at all and still thought about it at every waking moment, even in your dreams you thought of just taking another pretty blue capsule.

-they made you confident, like a day could never go bad with one of those 60mg bad boys keeping you mentally healthy or at-least your false perception of mentally healthy.

-productivity and happiness are unlimited with the unprescribed meds, you also loved them because of how much weight they made you lose over the course of a couple of months. Used to being chubby and now all that’s left are stretch marks from past stretching of the skin, how could you possibly quit when they offered you all these wonderful ‘health’ benefits?

-the energy of it all made you dizzy with happiness of what it would be like to take it again

-quitting wasn’t an option for you, of course Peter figured this could happen so the medicine cabinet is locked up along with him watching you use the toilet so you couldn’t break into it

-Peter feels bad, all he wants do is give you a hug and tell you it will all be better but your terrified of him and quite frankly it’s triggering a relapse despite you never mentally recovering from the loss of your crutch in the first place.

-Peter is becoming desperate for you to be comfortable around him now aswell, it’s been months already in his care. He’s almost willing to do anything for you to just stop being so difficult

-eventually you’re so desperate for atleast a fourth of the feeling they gave you that you snort some coffee left on the counter, it doesn’t work obviously. The rush only lasting for a bit but it felt like enough for the time being

-it seems funny, like a joke. Someone so desperate for a release that they do anything that looks like it will take effect in sight, anything to get rid of the mental pain?

-In short the desperate measures you took had you end up restrained with peters hawk like gaze never leaving you for a minute, you’re kept in a dirty basement attached to a pipe but even then you’re restless. cursing him out and telling him how much of a shit human being he is.

-at one point he thinks of giving in to you’re demands, maybe you’ll like him more? He cares about you’re health a lot or he just likes to believe he cares about you more than he really does but if this makes you so happy then he may aswell do this to get your love and affection

-Peter is considerably shallow and quite frankly desperate so he might just give you what you’ve been wanting for so long. He really isn’t above fueling your addiction, after all he isn’t exactly great at managing his growing addiction with you either.

-he does give in but only once, or so he thinks. The second he puts it in your mouth (rather forcefully might I add, like giving a child a tablet to shut them up) you’re immediately complaint with all his demands and stop cursing him out, you’re still squirming to get out but it’s a start.

-of course at first you didn’t want to be complaint let alone even speak to him but you didn’t really care anymore, you felt you had nothing in the real word. Peter has gaslighted you so much over the course of your stay that as long as you at least had the medicine you could let yourself sink into Stockholm syndrome

-after an hour when it’s fully kicked in you become more affectionate and you even ask him to stay with you in the dirty basement, you’re becoming talkative again.

-he’s over the moon and after a couple of weeks of giving you the meds he swore not to give you he lets you come back upstairs and your almost as complaint as a trained dog.

-Peter is an enabler who’s all about control, if you throught the was going to keep your best interest at heart for the risk of losing your affection then you’re dead wrong.

-Peter doesn’t really love you, he loves the feeling of you with him. The feeling of your warm body against him or when you just look him in the eyes.

-Peter is whipped and is quite frankly not above drugging you up if it means you continue to treat him with love and care as he will do the same in return x10

-by you convincing him to give in is a very dangerous path though, had you been less troublesome he would have cared more about your well being. it’s not your fault entirely though, Peter is the one who kidnapped and manipulated you, Kept you against your will.

-he’ll use your dependency on vyvanse to his advantage and will become more strict with how he gives it out overtime as he becomes more used to the affection given to him.

-didn’t look him in the eyes long enough? None today. Tried to escape? Good luck trying to get that back for a couple of weeks

-he effectively has a reward and punishment system for you as he gradually becomes more cocky and power hungry for your love.

-Peter isn’t a great guy and will quite frankly just fuel your habit despite how much he believes he cares for your well-being and health

-maybe deep down he wants to be a good boyfriend for you, to nurture you and make you happy but the reality of his nature is not so bright

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Yeah.. sorry this got dark quick. I wanted it to be wholesome but Peter as a character is just not mixable with that, he’s not a good guy no matter how hard I tried to sugar coat this headcanon. I apologize if this is an inaccurate representation of drug addiction and Peter as a character. Forgive me

#yb peter #peter your boyfriend #peter #your boyfriend visual game #your boyfriend game #your boyfriend #your boyfriend x reader #headcanons #headcanon #enjoy #x reader #yandere #male yandere #yandere community #yb game #yb fandom #yb y/n #manipulating #manipulation

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years ago

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Can I request Hanako (or Amane Yugi), Teru Minamoto, and Akane Aoi (the male) with a female s/o who is literally invisible to people. (This totally not based on events that actually happened to me-)

Like some people, even her close friends, won’t even notice she’s there and if she’s has to asks something she tends to repeat it or stutter. She also tends to get forgetting or lost on school trips, etc.

This has happened for as long as she could remember and she’s use to it by now but sometimes it still hurts when they forget her

Headcanons please!

hanako x f!reader, teru minamoto x f!reader, akane aoi x f!reader

a/n: sure thing!! I feel like Hanako would understand that as a ghost, so I think I’ll write for him in his ghosty form! I hope that’s alright :)) thank you so much for requesting, and I hope these turn out alright!!

I’m really sorry if these are shorter or poorer than normal, and if they’re formatted strangely- I’m doing my best to get requests done on my phone (´ε｀”)

warnings: none?

word count: 1,414

Hanako <3

He understands, he understands more than anyone- so he thinks. I mean, he’s a ghost. He literally cannot be seen by anyone who isn’t an exorcist, near death, a fellow supernatural, or bound to him in some way.

Still… honestly, he gets pretty defensive over you-

They can’t hear him, but you can. (They can’t hear you, but he certainly can.) It’s honestly somewhat humorous, Hanako standing behind you, shouting that they’d better listen up!!

“IF YOU GUYS MAKE (Y/N) REPEAT HERSELF ONE MORE TIME?? Are they deaf, (Y/N)?? I think they’re deaf?????”

His reactions like that are half-joking-half-serious. He’s genuinely upset that they treat you like that- but he hopes that all his ranting and going on helps you to feel better somehow?

He can’t exactly follow you on trips, but! He makes Yashiro “Honorary (Y/N) Defense”! Meaning, since he can’t, she’ll defend you in his place!

You get interrupted or ignored? Hanako tells Yashiro to help you out, and (though she would any way) she’s raising her hand somewhat shyly- explaining that you were trying to talk.

Getting left behind on a field trip? Yashiro is sticking by your side! She turns around constantly, making sure that you keep up with her, and especially making sure that you get on the bus with the rest! As per Hanako’s request, and her own care for you, she’ll let you sit next to her.

Hanako is always very talkative, but he’s still very patient with you- he loves to have conversations with you, which is a big reason he doesn’t get why they treat you like that. You’re such a great person-! You’ve got such a cute voice-!!! Why don’t they listen-?!!!

To be honest, he finds your stutter kind of cute… he’s quite bold, so you being timid is something he doesn’t mind! Hanako doesn’t mind listening out for you- even if the other people aren’t in a relationship for you, isn’t it… basic human decency?? What happened to that???

“It’s really alright, Hanako. Things like this have happened since I was little- it hurts sometimes, but I’m mostly used to it.”

Hanako would then grab your shoulders gently, looking in your eyes with some determination!

“You shouldn’t have to be used to that!! I’m used to it because I’m dead, but you’re… alive. You can be heard and seen by everyone, yet they choose to not listen- it’s… ridiculous. I’m sorry that you have to deal with that, (Y/N)... really.”

Uncharacteristically soft moment, but it simply hits different for him due to personal experience. I’m sure as a human, the only time people saw him were when he was bullied, and now he’s- obviously- not seen by nearly anyone. It’s such a lonely feeling, and he genuinely hates that you can relate to it.

Teru Minamoto <3

It’s hard to not garner attention as Teru Minamoto’s girlfriend- so, people certainly acknowledge you once your relationship is made public/becomes obvious.

But! Before the entire school knew about the Prince having a girlfriend, Teru was… quite defensive over you- even before the two of you were a couple, he’d notice the way others seemed to step all over you. Ignoring you, interrupting you, forgetting about you.

Like Hanako, he doesn’t get it? You’ve got his attention, how do you not have anyone else’s? You’re so cute… and really do have a lovely voice, appearance, and overall are really pleasant to be around?? If anything you deserve more praise than he does-

He also doesn’t get it due to the fact that people acknowledge him a little too much-

Anyway, he tends to give that praise he thinks you deserve to you!

Meaning, he brags on you so much. Compliments you to your face, telling you how nice it is to converse with you- telling his family how lovely of a person you are. He even mentions it to classmates, which does start to earn others being more noticeable of your presence.

Not afraid to stick up for you in the least!! Who wouldn’t listen to Teru?? The moment someone interrupts, he’s politely making his way into the conversation- offering an “I’m sorry, I don’t think (Y/N) got her chance to speak.”

“Th-That’s okay, Teru. I appreciate it, but I’m used to things like that,” You told him after class, slightly embarrassed.

“Used to things like being ignored?”

“Yeah..?”

“...you shouldn’t have to be. I’d never be upset with you, but it does upset me that people have been so willing to pretend you aren’t there? I think you’re lovely, and nearly impossible to ignore. It’s simply confusing, I suppose.”

BRO if he, for some reason, isn’t on the field trip and you get forgotten- it’s game over for the chaperones will get their heads chewed off. Except he’ll be calm and collected while doing so- however, on the inside, he can’t express how upset he is.

“Is it not your job to make sure all the students are accounted for? What if (Y/N) had gotten lost? Do you not realize she could have been kidnapped? Should some low-life had decided to try anything strange, the blame would have been on you, and therefore our entire school. What would that do for both your’s and the school’s reputation?”

If he’s on the trip? You won’t be getting forgotten <3 Even you were to get distracted for a moment, he’s grabbing your hand and making sure you stay caught up with the class. Sits with you on the bus, and makes absolutely sure that you’re safe and with him!!

Akane Aoi <3

He worships the very ground you walk on. We all know how he treated Aoi? Well, now that’s how he treats you- maybe a bit less exaggerated and dramatic, but all that love and more is there!

So, he’s admiring you, and sees that you keep opening your mouth in an attempt to speak- only to have someone interrupt you, not even acknowledging that you’re there??

“Hey, (Y/N), what’s up?”

“O-oh, I was just trying to ask them something…”

“Oi, you heard her. Shut up for a moment and let (Y/N) get her question in.”

Most are somewhat aware of how scary Akane can be, so they’ll certainly listen whenever he’s there. Heck, people occasionally keep an extra eye open if they know he’s around- making sure they don’t unintentionally look past you.

If you dislike his very direct method, he’ll try to be nicer to others about it. But, he can’t help but get defensive- like our other boys, he admires you so much, and enjoys talking with you so much, that- by this point- others are simply missing out?? Like, it’s basically their loss for treating you like that. And it’s his mission to shower you in love and admiration to a point where others do the same- platonically of course, and boys better rethink anything that isn’t strictly “wow (Y/N) is cool, it’s cool that she’s taken by Akane.”

Cos, as we all know, if someone even says “oh, (Y/N) probably makes a cute girlfriend” it’s game over. RIP unknowing student, he had no mercy bashing their skull in </3

“Akane, it’s really fine, you know? Things like this happen been happening since... forever. I’m just not easily noticed, I suppose. I’m used to it!”

“Hmm... well, get un-used to it. You’ve got the most beautiful presence and voice of anyone I know! And, I want the class- for everyone- to be able to acknowledge that. You shouldn’t have to repeat yourself constantly, nor be ignored like that. Not on my watch, at least.”

You won’t be getting forgotten. He’s ahead of Teru, ahahahaaaa!!! If he isn’t on the field trip, he’s telling someone who will be to keep an eye out for you “or else <3”. The person wouldn’t even bother to question it- just nod and keep an eye out for you constantly. They even offer to have you sit with them! How sweet! Glad to know they value their skulls!!

If he’s on the trip, like the others, he’s keeping an eye out for you constantly. He’ll hold your hand the entire time, stopping as you pleased, but keeping an eye out for the group. He wants you to see what you want, so you will- all while staying with the class, or at least close to the class. If he, for some reason, were to lose sight of the class, he takes comfort in the fact that you wouldn’t be lost alone.

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madewithspice · 3 years ago

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hii i was wondering if i could ask for similar headcannons for the relationship Erwin ones, but for Hange? if not thats fine! thank uu

Hange Zoe relationship headcanons

Warnings: as always cuss words, I think it's getting tiring mentioning that all the time but just in case here it is

Hange uses they/them pronouns in this

Hi nonnie I hope that's what you were asking for <3

Like Erwin, they'd make the first move when it comes to get your attention or confessing to you. This time is because they have the mentally that they don't have something to lose so they might as well ask you out. I believe that Hange took a lot of time asking you out because they couldn't tell apart if their feelings for you were platonic or romantic

Hange realised they fell in love with you when one night you were in a party of some common friend you had. You two were sitting alone in the balcony talking about your dreams, needs and wants while looking at the stars. You put your head on their shoulders because you got sleepy and they swore that their heart was about to blow up

They don't hesitate to show affection in front of other people. Who cares if you are in front of your friends? Boss? Even the president? You'll still get your kisses from them. Hanges favourite kisses to give are nose kisses and I stand by that. Nose kisses suit their personality. Cute and playful. They like to receive neck kisses. Something about kissing their pulse makes them crazy

Relating to the pda, Hange won't keep their hands off you. A hand will always be on you no matter what your doing. In public Hange likes to have their hands around your waist. They can't help it, they need to feel you all they time. Hange needs to be as close as possible to you. If they could they'd stick on you all the time. Attached to the hip kind of relationship

Dating Hange means you'll be their travel buddy too. You two have a bucket list with the places you want to visit. They take photos of you in every possible eye sight. You two an album of pics you took in your trips. Your albums at this point are countless because they can't stop taking pics of you because you look so pretty all the time :(( . Hange and you get lost most of the times because they are driven by their curiosity. What's better than getting lost in a foreign country that you don't know the language of? Its worth it because you two have the best stories to share with people

Youll never get bored with Hange. They never fail to surprise you. I believe they have a thing for strange pets so you two have a pet raccoon now. They saw it near your trash cans and they brought it home because it was cold :( . They slept on the couch that night but now you got attached to your pet. You and Hange had a solid 5 hour conversation about the name. Their choice won at the end and now you are a family of three. You, Hange and Pickle

Hange is so proud of you and any of your accomplishments. Small or big it doesn't matter. They'll always remind you how proud they are of you matched with kisses all over your face and hugs. Hange will hype you at any moment and they aren't afraid to be vocal about it. Will literally scream for you if they get the chance

Experimenting! It's their middle name. You two tried manyyy things in every aspect of your life. All the different kinds of foods for sure. You two might have failed many times but that doesn't stop you from trying again. I have a certain headcanon that you and Hange use spin the wheel to decide what's the next hair colour you should try. Now imagine about this, Hange dyeing your hair and get distracted by your face because you look so fucking cute and they kiss your nose :(((

They definitely help you grow and stop giving a fuck about what other people think because at the end of the day you live for you. Their recklessness was something you found inspiring and Hange loves you for that

Basically my 1am thoughts about Hange. Love them so much :((

-Markie

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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secrets that you keep; iwaizumi hajime

synopsis; in which his best friend is secretly a camgirl. part 1, part 2

pairings; iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

genre; smut

trigger warnings; i highly recommend reading the first two parts before this. they’re only drabbles that introduce everything! anyways, this is absolute filth. don’t read this if any of the stuff mentioned could trigger you, please! masturbation, camgirl stuff, one mention of the word ‘daddy,’ self choking, degradation, humiliation, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, a lot of choking, accidental breathplay, not proofread unfortunately

she knows.

does she?

it’s an ongoing inner battle he’s been having for weeks now, ever since he’d been directed to that trending video of yours. he sees you in his dreams, hears you loud and clear, moaning and crying for him, and worst of all, he feels you, so perfectly, against his, around him, and it’s overwhelming in the worst way possible. even maintaining eye contact is tiresome at this point.

but he does wonder whether you know or not, more often than he should— were you deliberately calling out for him, in hopes that he’d find this video somehow? or had you said it because you’d assumed this is your safe place, that there’s no way he’d be able to find these videos? had it been a slip up? or, more accurately, multiple slip ups? what were the chances anyways, that it had been an accident, or unintentional, or intentional and he had been losing sleep over it, or that he wasn’t the hajime you were crying out for?

his heard hurt. awfully. there’s already the constant worry of regulating his breathing around you and cleansing his thoughts of anything he’d seen of you the moment you meet, but this added dilemma is in no way helping. every day that you text him for a coffee date, or a night out after a rather stressful week, or a night in at your apartment, and he agrees, his mind diverts immediately to where it shouldn’t as soon as he lays eyes on you. and the worst part of it all is how aware he is of how wrong this is. he knows it’s wrong to choose the revealing shirt over the other when you ask him for his opinion, just because he wants that effortless glance at your cleavage. it’s also so wrong of him to give a higher rating to that obscenely short dress than that other, knee length one because of the way your thighs squeeze when you sit. it’s definitely wrong of him to offer clasping your anklet, the one he’d gotten for you, the one that had been the dead giveaway to your secret online persona, just because your legs feel so soft against the rough pads of his fingers, when he resists the urge to trail upwards, upwards, upwards—

it’s fucking ridiculous.

he can’t believe just how deep of a rabbit hole finding one of your videos is, how it’s impossible to climb out and away, and even worse, how he keeps falling deeper. the one time he decides to jerk off to porn. it’s really ridiculous.

about a week ago, three weeks after finding that video of yours someone had uploaded— which had been taken down because of copyright, and hajime personally thinks that’s fair, considering there’s a reason you pay people to watch your videos and look through your photos, otherwise you would’ve taken the liberty to post everything for free yourself— hajime gives in, and subscribes to you. it’s with a randomized account name, something he tried his very best to make as anonymous as possible, so that it would in no way lead back to him. he doesn’t check in on your account as often, also having taken the time to turn off notifications and not have anything sent to his email, and it’s mostly out of shame. he already feels dirty enough having seen this much of you, even more that he’s fantasized about you. he’s not about to make it worse for himself.

every once in a while, though, especially days where he’s sure he’s completely free of responsibilities, he logs on, and finds your page. it just so happens that tonight, you’re hosting a live stream. swallowing his pride and shame, literally so, he shifts on his bed, sitting up straighter, and clicks to join.

he’d been a little late apparently, because you’re already bare, sitting on a chair. your legs are lifted up, knees bent and hooked over the chair’s arms, the camera angled to show everything, from your cute eyes to the flesh of your ass. there’s a vibrator in your hand, buzzing lightly as it hovers by your clit, dipping between your folds, sliding back up again to rub lazily at your clit. beneath you, on the chair, is a small damp spot, leaking from your cunt. hajime stops himself before his jaw falls slack at the sight of you, and instead, he clears his throat, gritting his teeth and watching carefully.

you’re not so talkative during your videos, just exclamations of pleasure and (the most beautiful of) noises, so he hadn’t expected you to be during your lives. to his surprise, you are, and it’s filthy.

whimpering lightly, you press the vibrator harsher on your clit, your other hand traveling up to squeeze at your breast. “m’so needy,” you admit with a soft pout, adding, “want you to tell me what to do, mmh.”

he’s assuming the ‘you’ is the audience, whoever’s willing to speak up, and it’s then that he notices the chat option. his eyes flicker curiously to it, hands twitching where they sit fisted at his lap as he sees the chat explode with orders and commands and suggestions for you.

one writes, stuff urself full, and hajime gapes.

another commands, wanna see u cry tn, and hajime privately agrees.

someone else writes, gonna squirt princess?

hajime’s hands twitch again, and he frowns, digging his nails into his palms. you’re ignoring all the suggestions, and it’s obvious because you’re reading through them, mouthing some of them, giggling at some, curiously gasping, ‘oh,’ at others, eyebrow quirking. the vibrator trails down to your hole again, and you experimentally dip it inside slightly, shivering visibly as the vibrations rush through you, and the moment he hears you moan so loud, he thinks, fuck it, and his hands reach for his keyboard.

choke yourself.

fuck, fuck, fuck, he did not just do that.

his heart is racing embarrassingly fast beneath his ribcage, loud and pathetically deafening in his ears as he watches your eyes read through the rest of the messages, and you’ve stopped mouthing them, your eyes are widening— which one are you at now? are you just going to ignore him? why wouldn’t you? of course you—

“you’d like that, huh?” you teasingly slur, a lazy, cheeky grin painting your lips, your teeth biting down on your lower lip and your hand— your hand—

it’s trailing upwards, upwards, upwards, until it finds its way around your throat, resting lightly, and just as he sees your fingers squeeze at the sides of your neck slightly, carefully, you pout at the camera, looking straight at him, and asking, “like this, daddy?”

a low fuck wheezes past his lungs, and his hand quickly presses down at the bulge in his sweatpants, squeezing and rubbing at his clothed dick as he watches you, entranced. people watching you with him have taken to thanking him for the idea, and to praising you, calling you a good girl, cursing, rapidly typing out something along the lines of you’re so hot i wanna fuck you so bad, and god, hajime hates that he relates to something as stupid as that.

your hips roll and your head falls back, hand not once leaving your throat. if anything, your grip tightens. you click on the vibrator, and the buzzing becomes louder, your moans with it, as if you were competing. you cry and gasp and sob, writhing in your own hold, your thighs tensing and your hole clenching around nothing as you harshly rub the vibrator against your clit. your cunt gushes and drips as you bring yourself closer to your orgasm, as you cry out a string of, “m’gonna cum, so close, so close!” and a mixture of lewd curses, until finally, you cum. you’re sent over the edge, legs swinging on the chair, high pitched squeals falling from your lips— which hajime can’t decide are real or not, or whether he wants them to be or not. you thrash and cry, tears, as promised to some other watcher, dripping down your cheeks.

the last straw however, is your comedown from your high, sobs hiccuping and muscles twitching, eyes half closed and body limp as you mewl out, “hajime, hajime, hajime,” like you’re not even aware you’re doing it. like it’s subconscious.

hajime swears again, a deep, low, “fuck,” and looks down to find a damp spot on his lap. he really came from barely any friction, all because of you. this really is as ridiculous as it gets.

the next time he sees you, there are the faintest of bruises on your neck. it’s not so obvious that just anyone would notice, but ever since becoming hyperaware of everything that is you and everything that you do, it’s hard not to have them be the first thing he sees. to ensure that the atmosphere between the two of you remains easy, he flicks at your neck and tuts with a smirk, asking you jokingly if you were in your hoe phase.

“so vulgar, hajime,” you sarcastically retort, teasing him. “you like calling me mean things?” and he has to avert eye contact because all his walls crumble so quick.

it’s just the two of you tonight, in his apartment, all your other mutual friends having cancelled at one point or another. it’s not an unusual occurrence; more often than not, the two of you are alone. however, it’s been a while since you’d been alone, privately. a while meaning ever since hajime had discovered your side hustle of a sort. he hadn’t been purposely avoiding this— no, maybe he has, but to be fair, he’s still yet to recover from the initial shock.

it also doesn’t help that since today had meant to be a relaxing night in, you’re dressed casual, but in the hottest fucking way possible. he hopes he hadn’t been blushing as hard as he thinks, and feels, he was, when you’d first stepped into his home. on your hips is a short, black skirt, flowing out to your upper thighs, where just above your knees start a pair of dark thigh highs, squeezing at your thighs and accentuating your legs as you strut around his apartment, feet bare of any shoes or slippers. he can’t decide whether it’s cute or just plain hot. somehow, with you, it’s both. your shirt is off the shoulder, a dark, navy blue bardot, and beneath it, peeking out to rest at your collarbones, is a black bralette. he can barely just see the intricate lace designs, but it disappears and dips beneath your shirt before he can see more of it.

you’re spread out on the couch, laying along it on your stomach, a pillow tucked in your arms and beneath your head, your clothed legs bent and swinging up in the air. he sits right by you, thigh right by your head, his body as tense as ever. it’s impossible not to be you, not with you in such close proximity to him when only a few days ago he’d watched you make yourself cum, and had heard you whimper out his name after. who can blame him, really?

with your eyes trained on the screen, he hadn’t been expecting you to speak up.

“iwa, what type of porn do you watch?”

he nearly chokes, eyes widening as he spares you a glance. your legs continue to swing innocently, your eyes unmoving, your voice unwavering. the suddenness of the question certainly threw him off, but it’s your nonchalance that really shocks him. but, considering everything, it really shouldn’t have.

“uh, what?” he offers weakly, wincing slightly at the barely there crack in his voice.

you sigh, shifting to sit up. you plant yourself on your knees, spreading them apart slightly to get comfortable, and shrugging at him. “i’m just curious,” you say. “or,” your eyes squint cautiously, your head cocking to the side slightly, “do you not watch porn?”

challengingly, his arms lift up to cross at his chest, and he doesn’t miss the way your eyes momentarily glance at the way his biceps bulge. it makes his confidence spike slightly, nervousness ebbing away. “what type of porn do you watch?”

you gasp dramatically, joking, “take a girl out to dinner first, my god.” he laughs, relaxing lightly at the banter, before his eyes fall back to you. you inch forward curiously, cautiously, still on your knees. now closer to him, you ask again, “seriously, i’m really curious! confirm my suspicions for me.”

“oh?” he quirks an eyebrow. “so you think you know?”

at this, you offer him a knowing smile, eyes slightly half lidded. you’re somehow even closer now, leaning towards him with your hands resting on the small space between you and him in the couch, helping you in lifting yourself up slightly on your knees as you say in a low voice, “baby, i think everyone knows.”

at the sight of you by his side, he feels himself shiver, and an idea invades his mind before he can even process it. “oh, do you now?” he’s not sure where this boldness is emerging from, especially with how cautious and shameful he’d been and felt for weeks now, but he accepts it either way, because the way you’re staring at him like that, he never wants to let it go. and although he wants to drag out this intense eye contact even longer, in order to do what he wants to do, he has to break it, reaching for his phone instead. unable to contain your curiosity, you peak over, watching with confusion as he types out a link.

the blood drains from your face when you recognize your page on his browser, and he’s logged on— he’s subscribed.

“what type of porn do i like to watch?” he wonders rhetorically. the phone is pushed aside, and he sits up straighter so that even on your knees, he looms over you. his eyes are skimming over you, along your body, up to your neck, to your lips, to your shocked, wide eyes. and just as his hand trails up to your throat, his palm resting at the base and one finger tapping lightly, he says, “the type where my favorite girl cries out my name when she cums for the world to see.”

the hand around your throat—

“you,” you breathe out, and finally, finally, when your brain makes sense of everything, your body relaxes, sags against him, leaning more into him until his hand’s properly wrapped around your throat.

with your mind hazing over, you reach over, and kiss him.

he meets you halfway, as if having expected it, lips pressing harshly against his. his hand tightens as he pulls you closer, lifting you up slightly and bringing you closer to him as his mouth parts, breathing you in, and kissing you deeper, lewder. you shiver and gasp, hands grasping at his wrist and forearm, not to push him away but rather to urge him closer, as you kiss him back just as eagerly. it seems like hours, with his hand around your neck, tight and a daunting reassurance, and your lips wet and hot against his, but eventually, his hand slides down, the other mirroring it, finding their way to your waist, squeezing and bunching at the skirt as he, with complete and utter and shocking ease, lifts you up off the couch.

you gasp as he stands up with you, your legs quickly wrapping around his waist as he pulls you to him. as he blindly walks the two of you to his bedroom, he breathlessly asks in between your kisses, “is this— you sure this is okay?”

with a sharp tug at his hair, you jokingly spit out, “iwa shut up.”

he tosses you onto the bed, allowing you a minute to strip yourself of your shirt while he slips out of his own, before quickly falling above you, caging you in with his arms as he kisses you again. “not iwa,” he quietly asks of you.

for a moment you’re confused, before everything clicks again— your slip ups— and your legs lift up, wrapping around his waist and pulling his hips closer to yours just as you mewl out, “hajime, please.”

god, he is way easier than he thought he was.

his entire body shudders above you, one hand lowering to push at your skirt to grind his hips down against yours until his clothed crotch meets your bare cunt and— holy fuck, holy fuck.

“fuck, you slut.”

you gasp at both his words and the feel of his bulge pressing down against your clit, his lips meeting your neck instead. “you do like calling me mean things,” you say, and he scoffs, his hand traveling upwards to squeeze at your breasts instead.

“you like me calling you mean things,” he notes, and you let out a muffled moan as he pinches at your nipples through the bralette, lips biting and sucking at your neck.

“i do,” you pant, arching up into him. “i do, i do.” his hands are fumbling at your chest, and god, they’re so large, so big and warm and harsh, it’s fogging up your brain.

“yeah, yeah, fucking whore,” he growls, pushing himself slightly on his knees, hands tugging at the bralette. his fingers dip past, gripping the fabric tightly, and as he says, “can’t fucking— take this shit— off,” he tears through it, knuckles whitening as he pulls it away from your body, or what’s left of it. the frills of the ruined bra fall off the edge of his bed, and he watches your wide eyes and gaping mouth follow it, so he grabs at your jaw, twisting your gaze away from it and grunting a low, “shut up.”

you pull away from the kiss, breathing heavily as you say, “that was so fucking hot, hajime,” before kissing him again. he parts his mouth as you lead him to you again, tongue easily meeting yours.

it’s a messy kiss as he slips himself out of his sweatpants, taking his boxers with it and discarding them somewhere in his room. his cock slaps against his stomach, a single string of precum messily staining his tan abs. your eyes are quick to gaze down, lips painted a dazzling grin as his hand finds his cock, squeezing at the head and smearing his precum along.

“knew you were fucking big,” you gasp, eyes trained on him as he strokes himself above you, and he is. he’s so big, thick and heavy, and veiny and your mouth waters at how that’s going to feel when inside of you, stretching you out so good, so much better than any of the toys you had at home. “i thought,” a squeal hiccups out of you as both of his hands grab at your hips from beneath your skirt, one sticky and warmer than the other, “about you all the time.”

your confession draws his attention, and when he’s pulled you close enough, two of his fingers trail to your cunt, quirking an, “oh?” just as he dips his fingers inside. the lack of resistance he’s met with is surprising, and he chokes out, “did you stretch yourself out before coming here? fuck yourself on some fake cock?”

tightlipped, you moan, brows furrowed and back arched into him. god, his fingers were not enough. “yes, yes,” you gasp, head falling back. despite not needing to, he still fingers you, his thick digits fucking into you slowly, driving you insane by the second. “yes, i— pretended t’was you,” you whine loudly. at your words, he curls his fingers inside of you, twisting his wrist and pressing his palm directly on your clit.

“do you always?” he lowly asks, dipping closer to you as he fucks his fingers deeper. his fingers were inside of you, the cunt he’d spent over a month marveling at through a screen, the pretty pussy his dick had drooled over for hours. you’re real, as real as ever beneath him falling apart, making a mess of your black skirt, drenching it with your arousal.

you moan out a hum, nodding dumbly as his fingers vibrate with the intensity of speed inside of you, your toes curling in your thigh highs and face twisting to press into his mattress. “always,” you cry out, like a promise. “always think of you— hajime!”

it’s an unexpected orgasm, hitting you so fast and quick that it’s outright dizzying. it has you lifting your hips up into his fingers and palm, grinding and trembling, your legs falling and spreading open, shaking wildly by your side and above you as he fucks you through the orgasm.

“hajime, hajime, hajime,” you chant, words trailing off into tiny sobs and shuddering breaths as your hips slowly fall back onto the bed, body still trembling with aftershocks.

you’re fucked out beyond words already that you genuinely don’t feel a thing until he’s pressing inside of you, the fat head of his cock stretching you out. he’s really no match for your toys, and if seeing him hadn’t been enough confirmation, the feel of him pressing inside of you definitely is. he doesn’t ease himself in slowly, urgently grabbing the back of your thighs with either hand, keeping your legs spread for him as he bottoms out.

“fuck, fuck, knew you’d feel so good,” he grunts, brows furrowed harshly as he digs his fingers deeper against the flesh of your thighs, forcing your legs closer to your chest, and somehow pushing himself even deeper within you. you whine and mewl, toes curling and uncurling and legs trembling. “knew it the moment i saw your pretty pussy creamin’ around that thick cock.”

at the reminder that he’s watched and witnessed you, multiple times, that he’s subscribed to you willingly and curiously, you clench down around him. you feel him twitch inside of you, groaning loudly as he falls closer to you, your legs falling to his waist.

“you like knowing i was watching you?” he sneers, his hand reaching up and gripping at your face, squishing your cheeks and forcing a pout on your lips. your eyes nearly fucking cross as he rams into you, his fingers digging into your jaw. “you like that i fucked my fist every night to you? to your pretty cunt and your pretty noises and your pretty face— yes, good girl, that one.”

your eyes do cross this time, spurred on by his words, your tongue peaking out through the small gap he allows with how harsh he’s gripping your face. he’s pushing out little mewls and cries from you, but otherwise, you quite honestly feel braindead.

“fuck, you’re a gorgeous little slut,” he gasps. “all mine to fuck and use.”

you’re quick to nod rapidly, whining and moaning for him as you grip at his biceps. you’re choking on your breath as you struggle to keep up with him while he fucks you into the mattress, so fucking hard and rough that you’re sure there’ll be an indentation of you once you leave. you can feel your cunt gushing, and you can hear it too, squelching loudly with every thrust of his hips, every time his cock fucks into you. your skirt feels sticky and gross, and so does the rest of you, but you’ve never, never, felt this euphoric, this blissed out.

your stomach tightens impossibly, the tension gradually increasing as your walls tightly squeeze and clench at his cock. slowly and surely, the pressure within you increases, your hands flying to hajime’s arm, the arm whose hand grips your face, which quickly moves to your throat at your simple gasping warning that you were close.

“gonna cum, gonna cum, hajime, fuck!”

he tightens his grip, pressing harsher on the sides of your neck as your eyes shut tightly, your head falling back once more.

“yeah, come on, show me how pretty you look cumming on a real cock,” he whispers by your ear, using the hand that’s around your throat to lift up your head, before roughly pushing it back down, squeezing tighter. “you like it this rough?— shit, shit, you’re tightening.”

you scream, voice cracking and broken as he slams into you again, his hips grinding against yours momentarily, pelvis hitting your clit— and you’re gone, thrashing in his hold, fat tears streaming down your cheeks as you sob and heave, your body shaking uncontrollably beneath him, hips shaking as your orgasm rocks through you. it’s not a few seconds later that he’s spilling inside of you, accidentally pressing his palm down against your throat as he cums, blocking your airway momentarily.

“hngh,” he gasps deeply, cock twitching inside of you as he cums, hips barely grinding. you’re gasping, a little painfully, struggling to take in any air as he blinks dazedly, before he finally takes notice. “shit, shit, i’m sorry.”

his hand flies away from your throat, and you inhale sharply, coughing lightly as air fills your lungs all too suddenly. the strength of this man, holy fuck.

“i’m so sorry; are you okay?”

chest still heaving, you fall onto the bed, body relaxing as you try and regulate your breathing. “s’okay, i’m okay,” you reassure him, hands reaching up to pat at his cheeks and comb through his messy, sweaty hair.

he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and it’s so endearing that you nearly forget he’s still inside of you. but you feel the shift of his cock, feel his cum slowly start to ooze out of your cunt, and he winces from the oversensitivity, shifting away to instead pull out of you. his soft cock falls from your cunt, a steady flow of his cum following. hajime has to physically resist from reaching out to fuck it back into you.

“i’m sorry i wasn’t careful ‘nough with the—“ he makes a gesture with his hands around his neck, “—the choking.”

you laugh lightly, tiredly, hands slowly caressing at his sweaty biceps. “stop apologizing,” you reassure him again, shrugging with a small smile as you add, “just be more careful next time.”

his breath gets caught in his chest, and he only softly exhales when he falls on the bed, to your side, carefully repeating, “next time.”

from beside him, you lift yourself up on your side on your elbow, palm cradling your head, trying your best not to wince in pain. “hajime?”

he spares you a glance as he mumbles, “hm?” opting to stare at the ceiling and contemplate whether what had just happened was real life or not.

“do you wanna do a video with me?”

he all but chokes.

end note; please this took me like 4+ hours. please please please don’t flop, and more importantly, i really hope i don’t disappoint. i know this has been a long awaited piece, so i’m praying and hoping you guys love it.

love you all, mwah <3

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