Imagine Going To The Bioluminescent Forest To Research Plants And Neteyam Is Bathing There But You Haven’t
Imagine going to the bioluminescent forest to research plants and neteyam is bathing there but you haven’t met and you try to sneak away before he sees you watching him🫣🫠
wow i finally finished this after literally months & it was definitely worth the wait ;)
very descriptive smut 18+ minors dni pls!!!! & thx to @cinetrix for fueling my delusions w these photos <3
the forest of pandora; one of the many treasures of the extrasolar moon.
coming from earth, where the greenery has been absorbed by concrete jungles, this new planet is fascinating to you.
pandora’s lush paradise is filled with rich varying colors, and trees that tower into the atmosphere. being a xenobiologist in this environment, is like hitting the jackpot.
the bizarre flora can keep you occupied for hours, every time you step foot outside you always find something new to observe.
but when you stumble upon a na’vi you haven’t seen before- and somehow looks vaguely familiar… you can’t help but gawk at him as he washes himself in a steaming lagoon.
being surrounded by na’vi is intimidating. especially when they’re tall, and lean, and everything that your human form is not. you work alongside the omatikaya clan, thankful that you were too young to travel in cryo after the war.
but as you continue to stare from the tree line, you observe the adornments in the man’s hair, and the neckpiece that confirms he belongs to the clan you work alongside.
how have you never seen this na’vi before? you know everyone! from the olo’eyktan, to the tsahìk. you crouch down in your spot in the shadows of the trees, watching how he softly scrubs his body and creates white suds over his blue skin.
you admire him from afar, taking note of the valleys of his defined muscles and how they protrude magnificently from having a low percentage of body fat, if any.
although you appreciate the plants, the best part of the planet is ingenious species of the world— the na’vi.
their skin is a muted cyan, and adorned with stripes that are not all uniform. they’re also tall, much taller than an above average human male- and their bones are reinforced with a naturally occurring carbon fiber, making their muscles sharp and chiseled…
…and this one is absolutely breathtaking. his nose is perfectly slanted, and his ears are pointed yet soft at the same time. his eyes are round and golden like the star that shines in the sky.
god, is he fucking tall, like a tree. you feel like if you would stand next to him, you would only reach his goddamn elbow! oh man, you’d like to climb him.
you shake away your dirty thoughts, almost laughing at yourself for thinking so irrationally. you’re crouched here, stalking a na’vi as he bathes— what a creep.
you stand up fully to turn around and walk the opposite way, but your foot crunches loudly on a thick twig. it’s almost like a chain reaction as a nearby animal in the bush darts out in attempt to escape from your human self.
instinctively, you let out a screech as you stumble backwards to run away from the scared little thing. your heels catch the fallen log, the one you were previously hiding behind, and your knees buckle which sends you hurtling over the wood.
you tumble backwards past the treeline, and into the open field. you land on your butt with your back facing the lagoon. your heart is pounding out of your chest, whether it’s from the animal startling you, or the embarrassment of the na’vi now knowing you were in the trees near him.
you take a deep breath to calm your nerves, one of your hands rest on your chest as you attempt to control your breathing. oh god, you’re such a weirdo. he has to know you were watching him. maybe you can play it off as you simply tripping and falling.
before you could seek out where the na’vi is, a large heavy hand lays on your shoulders from behind. the feeling startles you, and makes your entire body jolt to spin around on your butt and face the intruder.
“oh god… hi.” you puff out breathlessly, and your eyes look over his damp body and the pearly-white smile on his face.
“you okay?” his accented voice speaks in english.
your face obviously looks taken aback, which makes him take a step away from you and his hand falls back to his side. “i’m okay, yeah… yeah, wait — you speak english?” your eyes peer up at him curiously as you stand to your feet, and he can’t help but smile at the inquisitive look on your human face.
“i do.. i grew up speaking it alongside my family, i’d rather speak my peoples language, but you’re not one of them.” his deep voice hums, and you can’t help but notice how his gaze flits over your body.
you’ll say it is a warm day today on pandora, so you’re not completely covered up; you’re wearing a thin tank top that you ripped into a crop, and some tiny khaki shorts that sit high on your waist and short on your thighs.
you can feel your cheeks heat up from him evidently checking you out, which makes your arms cross over your chest to shield your body.
his eyes slightly widen when you unintentionally press your breasts closer to each other. the man swallows and lifts his eyes to your face behind your mask, now knowing that you caught him in the act.
“i’m neteyam.” he extends one of his very large hands, which you gladly take. his hand is warm and heavy in yours, practically engulfing your own hand in his palm.
you smile at his introduction, then your face screws up in confusion. your brain wracks through every memory of where you could have heard that name before. then it clicks, and suddenly your eyes widen in realization, “neteyam sully?” you blurt out, still unknowingly shaking his hand like a mad man.
“uh… yes. that’s me?” he chuckles awkwardly, and looks at your hands still moving between your bodies.
neteyam sully— the olo’eyktan’s son, the stealthy warrior of the sky. the one who rarely makes an appearance in the clan because of his strenous mission to seek out the RDA.
“i know your dad, and your entire family. i work with the omatikaya!!” your eyes dart down to your shaking hands before pulling away in embarrassment.
“oh. you’re the girl? the one norm and max brought in..” he hums, almost like a purr, and his arms cross over his toned chest.
the girl? so he’s heard about you.
“i guess that’s me…?” you let out a nervous laugh, “i’m y/n by the way. it’s nice to finally meet you, i’ve heard a lot about you.” you can’t help but beam at him.
it’s almost as if he is a legend to the omatikaya because seeing him is such a rare occurrence. after his family had returned from the island clan, neteyam went into hiding to track down the RDA, to avenge his people that were lost in the war.
your eyes trail down his body, unable to help yourself; sometimes you can’t get over how beautiful the na’vi are.
neteyam places his hands on his hips as he watches your eyes rake over the expanse of his body, “like what ya see?” he arrogantly asks with a smirk.
you take a step back once you hear his words, “no- no… i—.” you raise your hands in surrender as your cheeks burn with a blush.
“i’m sorry. i was just… admiring, i guess.. i study the entirety pandora so it’s always fascinating to see something new.” your voice is slightly muffled from your mask, and your hushed tone.
slender fingers wrap around your wrists to gently tug your hands away from the surface of the mask, “don’t worry, i’m just messing around.”
when neteyam comes into view, his face is much closer to you from him being slightly bent down. you can see every detail, every subtle knick in his skin from previous injuries, and the slight pink tint to the tip of his nose and his cheeks.
god, he is one beautiful na’vi.
he stands up straight and clears his throat, “go ahead. examine whatever you want. i’ll be your test subject.. doctor.” he sarcastically nods toward you from the nickname, and places his hands on his hips.
the nickname makes a shiver run down your spine—you’re definitely no doctor, but you’ll take it.
you gulp as you allow yourself to peer over his body, letting your eyes run over his muscles and the stripes that adorn his skin. the sun hides behind clouds in the sky, casting a dark shadow over the two of you.
his bioluminescent freckles sparkle in the shadows, and you can’t help but reach out and touch them. his body shudders under your soft touch as your fingertips gracefully run over the spots that adorn his chest. following the trails that lead farther down his abdomen.
neteyam seems to have been sculpted by eywa herself.
“may i say… you are quite beautiful.” his deep voice blurts in the tension-filled air, causing your lungs to constrict from the compliment.
you stare up at him through your eyelashes, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth. “so are you.” you reply with a small smile.
he lets out a little breathy, ‘hmph’ from your reply, as if he was amused by it. he bows his head toward you in an act of silently thanking you.
one of his hands rise to play with the wild hair sticking out beside your ears. then he lets his fingers trail down the border of your mask and down your neck; the feather-light touches make your skin crawl.
the look in his eyes darken as he stares down at you, which makes your stomach fill with butterflies. how does someone you just met have such an effect on you?
“i know you were watching me earlier.” his sultry voice purrs out, as his thumb works to rub soft circles into your throat.
your eyes blow wide, and your mouth slightly falls open from his confession, “i–i.. what?” you breathe out as heat fills your entire body, and humiliation burns at your skin.
“it’s okay. do not worry…” he chuckles from your obvious panic and swipes his thumb under your chin to tilt your face up, “i enjoy having your eyes on me.” his deep voice rumbles quietly, but still loud enough to make your skin crawl with goosebumps.
you can feel the heat pool in between your legs from his soft touches. his eyes peer into yours, and you watch how his pink tongue darts out to lick his lips as he stares at you.
you feel shame sit heavy in your chest from how aroused you are. you shouldn’t be doing this and he shouldn’t be encouraging it; he’s na’vi and the son of your boss, and you’re human. there’s absolutely no way this would be possible.
neteyam can tell your mind is overworking itself as your eyes flicker over his face. he takes the opportunity to swoop down and press his lips to your ear, making you gasp in surprise.
no fucking way he’s this close to you right now.
he pulls back, but just enough so his lips were ghosting over the glass, fogging it up and wishing you could kiss him.
the striking yellow of his irises makes your lower stomach clench, and the firm feeling of his hands running down your body makes you bite back a moan.
“tell me to stop… and i will.” he breathes out with a hint of a smirk crawling on his perfect lips.
“we–we shouldn’t…” your voice is breathless, and you can feel your body trembling; whether it’s from nervousness or the anticipation of what is about to happen.
there’s an inexplicable chemistry that cannot be ignored between the two of you.
“you’re right, we shouldn’t…” he takes a step back, tearing himself away from you; which makes you suck in a sharp desperate breath. you don’t want him to stop, “but wouldn’t it be fun?” he swoops back and grabs your hips harshly to pull you into his body.
neteyam can only be honest with himself. being a warrior is tough, especially being away from his family. but one of the worst parts is that he doesn’t have a woman to feed his hunger, to release his pent up frustration— the only thing he is left with is his own hands.
so when a beautiful human girl stumbles onto his path, he can’t help but allow lust to cloud his vision.
a whimper escapes your throat when his hot body presses into you, and the feeling of his bulge sitting on your stomach makes your knees want to buckle. “is that a yes?” he hisses out under his breath.
you fervently nod in agreement, “please. i’ll let you do anything you want to me.” you whine out, almost turning into putty in his strong hold.
neteyam’s tail whips behind him at the sound of that and a cocky sneer forms on his face. he finally closes the gap between your bodies as his hands grip your upper thighs, lifting your body up to his level.
your arms swing themselves around his neck, and your thighs tightly squeeze his waist as he holds you in the air.
he attaches lips to the junction of skin that connects your neck and shoulder, kissing and sucking on your warm body- sending shivers to wrack down your spine. his entire presence is intoxicating to you, and you crave even more from him.
the na’vi stumbles forward to a nearby tree to press your back against it, now your hips are almost flush. only separated by his loin cloth, and your thin shorts. you can feel the weaved fabric of his cloth press against your center, which makes a soft whine spill from your lips.
neteyam smiles against your neck, pulling back to look over your face for a moment. the look in his eyes makes you want to drop to your knees right at this moment, but he’s quick to lean down and continue his attack against your neck.
his sharp teeth carefully nip at your skin and his lips suck little love bites, causing lovely red spots that’ll inevitably show up darker later. the feeling causes an explosion of flutters to erupt across your nerve-endings.
his hands hold your body in place against the tree as he lowers himself, kissing down your collarbones and making his way to your breasts, “take it off.” he breathes out, almost like a desperate hiss.
his eyes dart from your face to your tank top, licking his lips in anticipation. you quickly oblige, pulling your hands from his braids to swiftly tug the flimsy fabric over your head.
you toss it somewhere beneath you to the mossy ground, now left completely shirtless. you silently thank yourself for not wearing a bra today.
neteyam’s tail waves entrancingly behind him as he looks over your naked chest, “mmm, sevin..” he purrs in his native tongue, which almost made you climax at the sound of it.
you recognize that word as ‘pretty’… he called you pretty. the compliment obviously makes your cheeks flush, and he takes notice to it and a smile grows on his handsome face.
he grins at your shyness, and leans forward to look into your eyes. “you are.” his voice rumbles, as one of his hands snakes up to rest on your naked chest.
the feeling of his large hand on your body makes you bite your bottom lip, his hand covers your entire breast and his fingers reach to your collarbone. he takes his time with you as he leaves wet kisses all over your chest until he reaches the other unoccupied one.
he kisses along your nipple, playfully licking at it like a cat before making his way farther down your body. the hand on your breast keeps your body in place as he lowers himself. his teeth nip as the waist band of your shorts, expertly undoing the button with his mouth.
the heat of his mouth unfortunately leaves your body, which makes you wriggle in his grip. “be patient, little one.” he chuckles, and uses one arm to hold your entire body up while the other busies itself tugging your shorts off of your legs. thankfully, he doesn’t ruin them for future use, since human clothes are a rare thing to come across on pandora.
he frowns when he sees your underwear, “so many layers… why?” he grumbles.
a giggle tumbles past your lips, but you snap your mouth shut to stop yourself, “why are you laughing?” he stares up at you from between your legs. the sight of him so close to where you need him makes you salivate.
“m’sorry. it’s just funny.” you stifle more laughter from sputtering out, as a mischievous smile tugs up onto his face. “your kind is funny. na’vi only have our tweng, and that’s it. none of whatever this is..” he huffs as he expertly moves your legs onto his shoulders, now face to face with your center.
one of his fingers hooks into the elastic of your panties, and lets it snap back against your skin. the feeling makes you jolt in his arms as the burn soothes itself.
neteyam places lazy kisses along your inner thigh, smiling as he feels you shudder in his hands, “sensitive.” his hot breath puffs against the damp fabric of your underwear.
you whine in his arms, instinctively bucking your hips forward. he tsks and his ears flatten against the side of his head, “patience, love. patience.” his voice soothes you as he unsheathes his blade from his hip.
“wait! what are you doing?” you attempt to wriggle out of his grip, but he is relentless and too strong- which in all honesty turns you on even more.
“shhh.” he hushes you as one of his fingers stretch the fabric of your cotton panties away from your hip, and he brings the knife up to cleanly slice it in two places.
the thin fabric falls to the ground and your mouth is hanging open in shock. somehow, you can’t even be mad at him for ruining your underwear from how fucking hot that was.
“this okay?” he breathes out teasingly over your core, and all you can do is nod. you’re about to get eaten out by a na’vi, for the matter of fact the olo’eyktan’s eldest son. you wish he could pinch you right now because this seems like a dream.
once neteyam receives your consent, he dives forward. his long tongue explores your folds, making the back of your head slam against the trunk of the tree as you cry out to the sky.
your hands instantly find solace in his braids, as the heat of his mouth finds every possible pleasure-filled spot.
“oh god…!” you let out a loud moan, and your fists grip his braids harsher. your movements cause a hoarse moan to vibrate from his mouth, up into you.
which earns neteyam another loud cry to spill from your swollen lips; it’s like music to his ears. he digs his face farther into your mound, wiggling his face back and forth to coax more of those delightful sounds out of you.
your chest puffs crazily and your back arches off of the rough surface of the tree bark, “yes, oh my god.. fuck- i’m gonna- don’t stop!” you ramble out, as your hips involuntarily buck against his face.
neteyam chuckles as your eagerness, smiling against you as he pulls away to allow you to calm down. the scene between your legs makes you feel as if you could come untouched. no way this man is edging you right now.
he is smiling all giddy, his pearly whites on show with your slick glistening around his mouth. it’s something of your deepest darkest fantasies, you wish you could take a picture so you could never forget it.
your chest heaves as your body attempts to soothe your built up high that was sinfully stolen from you, “what is this god you talk about?” he questions as he pulls you away from the tree, and slides your body down his so your legs are around his waist again.
“someone we humans admire. like eywa to the na’vi.” you sigh out and lean back against the tree.
a sudden surge of confidence floods your body, allowing your nervousness to wash away. knowing that neteyam is strong enough to hold you up, so you allow yourself to unhook your hands from around his neck.
“like eywa?” he questions with a hum, his round eyes intently watch your every move.
your hands run down his neck, to his chest and over his muscles and scars. “yes, like eywa, and i prefer eywa as well.” your breathing shudders as you lean forward rest your mask against his chest.
you can’t help but notice the tiny smirk on his lips from your comment.
your fingers reach up to your face, sliding your finger under the seal to pull it away from your face. his eyes go wide as he stutters over his words, and his hands fly up to press it back against your face.
“what are you doing? you will die, we’re too far to get help.”
your glossy eyes look up at him through your eyelashes, “trust me. i won’t die. please let me take it off.” you whimper desperately, chewing on your bottom lip.
the begging look you give him makes his stomach do somersaults, unable to stop you from doing whatever you want. with those eyes and that look, you have him wrapped around your finger.
his grip leaves the sides of the mask, and a sneaky smile beams on your face. he surrenders to you, and rests his hands against your sides as he watches the mask fall from your face to hang around your neck.
finally, your beauty is exposed from behind the hazy glass. he’s able to see your face fully, drinking in every beauty mark and the twinkle in your eyes.
while holding your breath, you lean forward to press a kiss against his neck. you allow your tongue to dart out, to lick at his clean skin, to feel his heartbeat pumping against your lips. neteyam lets out an obscene groan, one that rumbles deep in his chest and vibrates against your body.
speaking of your body, it feels as if it’s aching for him, like he put a spell on your mind to obsess over him- as if he’s taken over your nervous system like an addictive drug.
you can feel your lungs starting to scream for oxygen, burning in your chest. with one last moment, you push yourself farther by tugging his face down to yours.
his lips are finally on yours. kissing you with passion and fervor, knowing this will be your first and last kiss unless he sees you again after this affair.
his tongue urgently slips past yours and into your mouth, sucking you in like a vice. he breathes you in as he presses his entire front into your body, pinning you against the tree.
you instinctively suck in a breath of pandora’s air, hoping you would receive the blissful feeling of fresh air in your lungs, but instead it feels as if you’ve inhaled hot embers.
neteyam swiftly shoves the mask back over your face, allowing you to take a deep breath of the oxygen that you desperately needed. the color flooding back into your face as you take deep, slow breaths.
“please…” you breathlessly beg. your voice is more whiny than you intended it to be, but you could care less. his hands busy themselves by pulling the elastic back around your head to situate the mask. his eyes full of worry, but he realizes that your mind is not thinking about how you almost just suffocated.
your head falls back against the tree behind you as your back arches, and your hips buck against him. your body is instinctively trying to seek out the pleasure that he once stole away from you.
“please what, little one?” neteyam’s large hands slide down your soft sides until he reaches your ass. his fingertips dig into the pillowy flesh, kneading it slowly as if he was cherishing the feeling of your skin.
“you are soft. much softer than my people.” his compliment comes out like a growl.
“please, i want to feel you. i need to feel all of you.” your voice whispers out, too embarrassed to really tell him exactly what you want. his golden eyes peer down at you intimidatingly, making you turn your eyes away from him.
“feel me where?” neteyam ducks down to your height, letting his breath ghost over your ear. “tell me.” he demands.
“i—i want you…” your voice trails off as your face burns up in humiliation. “speak with your words. tell me what you want.” his voice raises a little higher than a whisper now. he’s so close to your face, you can feel it.
a little whimper escapes your throat from his demanding tone. you hesitantly turn your face back toward him to stare up into his eyes, “i want you inside of me, neteyam.”
his fingertips dig harder into your ass as he looks over your face for any apprehension. truly, he doesn’t even think he could fit himself in your human body.
“i told you that you could do anything you want to me.” you breathily shudder out, “and i want you to do that to me.”
neteyam doesn’t say anything for a moment, which strikes you with a moment of worry before he pulls you both away from the tree. he walks away from the treeline into the field, to rest your body beside the lagoon in a bed of moss as he kisses at your neck.
the soft feeling of the ground against your naked back makes you shudder from it gently tickling your skin.
as you settle into the warmth of the earth, neteyam settles between your legs. his mouth pulls away from your neck to travel down your jaw, over to your ear.
his hands are busy to spread your thighs around his hips as he suckles at the sensitive spot below your ear. the feeling makes your breathing pattern stutter, and your nails to dig into his back.
“please.” you beg again, “need you.”
one of the hands on the back of your knee rubs down the back of your leg until he meets your inner thigh, “i need to warm you up.”
your eyes dart over his face, “but you already did.” you murmur, eyes blinking up at him dumbly.
neteyam doesn’t listen to you but instead runs a finger through your wet folds, causing you to shut your mouth.
“no warning?” you let out a little laugh, but it quickly turns into a moan when one of his slender fingers slides inside of you.
“oh my…” you moan out, and instinctively reach up to grip at his shoulder. his finger expertly curls up inside of you to press against that spot. and then another finger is added which practically makes your eyes bulge out of your head, “fuck- that feels so good, neteyam.”
“so warm… so tiny.” he grumbles as if he’s talking to himself.
his two fingers feel like a regular human dick, how would you ever be able to take his actual one?
instead of focusing on a pace, he takes his time to massage your walls to open you up. somehow, it feels better than anything you’ve ever felt. he’s pressing against spots you’ve never even discovered. you could even say its a little painful, but it feels too good to protest against.
you cry out, and your hips buck up when he hits a sensitive spot which sends his fingers deeper inside of you. “please. i need you now. i don’t care. please!” you sob out.
neteyam’s eyes are level with your breasts before he sits up on his knees, his fingers pulling out of you to leave you laying there empty.
he intensely watches your tiny body twitch beneath him as he strips himself of his loincloth. he pulls the intricate knots apart and throws the leather cloth to the side.
his cock springs up onto his stomach, finally free from the tight restraints of his tweng.
holy fuck. he’s huge.
and now you understand why he said he needed to warm you up for the second time. your scientist brain takes over as you look over his cock, biting your lip in curiosity. it’s so pretty, which isn’t surprising to you at all.
it’s beautifully blue and has the same stripes as the rest of his body, and the darkening sky makes his white freckles shine as they adorn the veins. his tip is swollen and pink, leaking luminescent pre-cum. you want to take samples, but that would ruin the mood entirely.
you sit up in front of him, licking your lips as you stare up at him. almost silently begging him, “can i touch you?”
“don’t have to ask for that, pretty.” he leans back on his heels, wiggling his hips as he gets comfortable. as you crawl forward, one of his hands reach from his hip to cup your jaw to lead you forward.
your hand reaches down to wrap your tiny hand around his girth, your thumb toying with the almost holographic liquid dribbling from him.
your eyes stay trained to how it trembles under your touch, and how the protruding veins feel under your palm.
you wish you didn’t have this goddamn mask on your face so you could taste him. “wish i could taste you..” you sheepishly admit into the heated air, earning you a guttural groan from neteyam.
which just gives you more motivation to hear more of those heavenly sounds. you tighten your grip around his length, adding your other hand to fist his cock. another melodic sounds escapes his swollen lips, as he watches your hands grip him.
the large blue hand on jaw trails up the side of your face into your hair, carding through the soft wefts and slightly tugging on the roots.
his head falls back when your thumb swirls over his slit, and his hips unintentionally move upwards causing you almost fall backward.
seeing you with your slightly steamed up mask, and an evil grin plastered on your face makes him even more turned on (if that was possible).
neteyam tugs you by your hair up to his face, “no more of that. c’mere.” his voice puffs against your lips as he pats his muscular thighs. which you comply to quickly by scrambling onto him, essentially like climbing a tree.
his hands find their way home to your ass, digging his fingertips into the flesh as he holds you up. you let out a little squeal when your feet leave the ground, and your arms wrap around his neck.
the man chuckles deeply in his chest, and his sight flickers over your face to admire you for a moment. “beautiful.” he breathes out, and leans forward to press his nose into the center of your neck.
neteyam breathes in your scent, letting his tongue swipe up the center to gather it in his mouth. you can feel your body trembling from the longing of wanting to feel him inside of you.
every little movement, or touch he gives you makes you feel as if you’re a ticking time bomb ready to explode. as he kisses at your neck, he keeps you distracted while one of his hands rubs up and down the back of your thigh.
even in the humid night of the forest, goosebumps rise on your skin from the soft touches. with his free hand, he positions his cock under you slowly letting some slack go from holding you up.
his tip prods at your entrance slightly, making your entire body jolt upwards from the surprise of the feeling. “sorry, i-..”
“shhh. let me take care of you.” he hushes against your skin, his breath feels cold from the wetness he left behind. he rests his forehead on the center of your chest between your collarbones, his eyes training on the spot between your legs where your bodies begin to meet.
the stretching feeling of his cock pushing inside of you is almost unbearable, and you instinctively dig your nails into the muscles of his shoulders.
the feeling of your tightness around him is almost painful for him too, you’re just so small.
a pained whimper tumbles past your lips as you dig your head into the side of his neck, panting against his blue skin. the grip on your ass tightens as he stops your body from lowering more.
you can’t help but glance down between your bodies past his head to see you’ve taken about half of him inside of you.
“doing so good, little one. you want more?” his eyes look up at you, his pupils blown wide.
“yes.” you hiss out, honestly not even knowing why you agreed to that when you’re still adjusting to the length of half of him.
neteyam greedily let’s you sink farther onto his cock, relishing in the feeling of your fluttering walls sucking him in farther.
your head falls back as you cry out, feeling slight tears spring into your waterline from him splitting you open.
“lemme hear you.” he groans out against your warm skin, his rough tongue licks at your skin and sucks red marks into your jawline.
“o-ooh ffff-fuck.” you stutter out, eyes rolling back in your head as you take it all in. your ass sits flush against his thighs, your own legs wrapped around his hips.
it takes every amount of neteyam’s inner strength to not fuck up into you like you’re his own personal toy; to completely destroy you from his unrelenting pace.
but his heart tugs at even the slightest thought of hurting your tiny body. knowing his larger size has the power to do so.
he lets you adjust to his length and girth, his own muscles quivering from the feeling of your wetness contracting around him. sweat starts to form at his temples, his eyes blown dark with lust.
you experimentally shift your hips to test the waters, pain strikes up your spine but it’s not as bad as it was before.
neteyam’s unintentionally jolts his hips upward into you, making your eyes blow wide and your arms scramble to wrap back around his neck. “sorry, sorry..” he rushes to apologize.
you know that you sitting on his cock is slowly eating away at his brain, so you finally take a deep breath. “you can move…”
neteyam let’s out air he didn’t know he was holding, relieved that he can finally fuck you like he’s been aching to do.
both of his feet plant into the ground as he wiggles his hips upward into you. he pulls his hips back before snapping them up so his cock pushes back into you, “fuck!” you cry out, gasping as he continues the same movement.
neteyam works up to a steady pace, groaning as your body bounces on his lap from his sharp thrusts.
the pain finally starts to subside, and turns into pure ecstasy. “just like that, neteyam.” you push away from his chest, resting your hands on his chest as his hands grip your hips like a vice. there’s definitely going to be bruises there tomorrow.
your body is pushed past it’s limit as his cock drills into your small body. the sound of slapping skin filling the environment around you, alongside your pornagraphic sounds leaving your mouth.
neteyam watches how your hair flies with every thrust of his hips, how your skin slightly jiggles from the force, how your breasts bounce deliciously in front of his face. he is in awe; he couldn’t find any na’vi that is this soft and pliable.
in a swift turn of events, neteyam flips himself over and lays you down on the plush ground. you whine from the emptiness of him leaving you, which is cut off by a gasp as he quickly pushes back inside of your warmth.
his pace quickly finds its rhythm again, as one of his hands pushes on the back of your thigh so your knee meets your collarbone.
the new position makes you feel even fuller than before, and this give neteyam full range to bottom out inside of you. out of pure blinded pleasure, your hands reach out to grip his sides- digging your nails into his flesh as your body jolts whenever his hips meet yours.
“m’gonna come.” he groans out deeply, his voice raspy and yet so smooth. neteyam feels embarrassed from being so close already, but he hasn’t felt anything this good in months, maybe a year. he’s been stuck with his own fist, and ultimately gave up on it a few weeks ago.
his frustration was at its peak, and ready to release.
“come for me, ‘teyam. inside.” you manage to blurt out in your cock-drunken haziness.
that was it for him. he continues pushing his cock info you as his body shudders and he moans. it’s like music to your ears.
your eyes flutter open to watch his beautiful face screw up in pleasure, the pleasure that you’ve given him. but your eyes widen when you realize, his freckles are pulsing subtly as he finishes inside of you.
oh my god, he is magnificent.
that sends you over the edge, and you tighten around him like a vice which makes him hiss. you cry out as your back arches off the ground, and your hands grasp at any muscle in his back you could find.
neteyam takes the opportunity to slither an arm under your back as he lazily fucks up into you. your hips twitch wildly, and your thighs tremble as you wrap them around his hips.
your heart pounds out of your chest as you attempt to catch your breath, the ringing in your ears subsides and all you hear is your loud breathing inside of your mask.
“you are amazing, oeyä yawntutsyìp.” he breathily speaks his native language to you, which makes you grin.
“your darling, hm?” you puff out with a tired smile on your face.
“wish i could kiss you right now.” he hums, and experimentally wiggles his hips which makes you squeal. “don’t do that!” you cackle.
neteyam chuckles, and slowly pulls out of you and leans to rest beside you on his side. he watches your face screw up in pain and he frowns.
“was i too rough with you?” he genuinely asks and his hand moves to rest on your belly. you instantly shake your head no.
“no, it was perfect. amazing, even. i’m just sore- i haven’t… ya know, had sex in a while.” you admit with a flush to your cheeks.
“i’m embarrassed to admit that was the same for me.” neteyam shyly chuckles, before something flashes in his eyes.
he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the middle of your chest, “i must thank you. i’m glad you fell over that tree.” he playfully adds.
“i am too.” you agree as one of your hands come up to card through his braids.
“should i get you back to the village? they must be worried about you, it is dark.” his bright yellow eyes glance around the forest.
you finally realize that it really is pitch black, other than the bioluminescent foliage, and both of you are naked and exposed to the environment.
“i should, yeah. but i don’t want you to leave.” you mumble sheepishly, which makes the man grin arrogantly.
“maybe i’ll stick around for a while, yeah? see my family, my clan… and spend some more time with you.” his hand rubs patterns into your belly as it erupts with butterflies.
“that sounds like an amazing plan.” your face cannot contain the bright smile on your face.
“now, let’s get you dressed and i’ll call my ikran to take us home.” his hand pats the side of your thigh and stands up tall to find his loincloth.
man, what are the boys back at the lab going to say about you arriving back with the one and only neteyam sully?
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Izuku Midoriya Masterlist
All my exclusive Midoriya content in one place
💚 - Smut is present
🌱- Midoriya Family Shenanigans therefore contains children of Izuku and reader
🥀 - Angst is present
Missed me?: After six months, your villain boyfriend finally makes it back to you
Missed me (alt. ending): What if the reader got shot? - Very angsty with 2 scenerios.
I am Here: Alpha Midoriya comes to your aid protecting you.
A Lighter Day: Where your villanous boyfriend realizes just how bad he is and almost crumbles at the seams. Luckily he has you to keep him together.
Villain Izuku with a reader who has ADHD
His Angel: Villain Izuku with a frormer Yakuza reader
Izuku Midoriya x Reader Week 2022!
Villain Deku accidentally kills his darling.
Izuku with a breeding kink 💚
Villain Izuku falling for you
Adrenaline Lust: Villain Deku and you have just escaped the police and heroes but not without having to drop bodies on the way. But as you try to catch your breath, your darling lover can't get his eyes off of you. 💚
Izuku Headcannons (golden retriever boyfriend): Now Izuku is such a sweetheart. It is one of the very well known things about him. He’s kind and sweet, caring, great with kids… suspiciously like a dog. You didn’t really notice his rather happy-go-lucky instincts until you really watched him.
The Contract: When you broke up with Katsuki, you thought it was the end for you. No marriage. No family. No white picket fence. You had spent so much time on Katsuki and now it all just fell to the wind. But what if a certain green haired hero offered you a contract, offered you the dream life of security and happiness all for the small price of being his wife? Love wasn’t in the plan but maybe it was in the fine print.💚🥀
Love and Villainy: Izuku accidentally falls in love with you, a villain
Well... aren't you a pretty doll? - Masterlist: You accidentally spill your drink on an army soldier and he becomes absolutely smitten with you.
Pregnant feral reader: There's something about being pregnant with his baby that turns you crazy. 💚💚💚
Pregnant feral reader 2.💚💚💚
Best Husband in the world award goes to Midoriya Izuku💚🌱
Say hi to Kacchan: Katsuki calls you while you and Izuku are busy having sex. It does not end well for him. 💚
What's the answer?: Izuku edges you until you get the answer right💚
It's been a long day: Izuku has had a long day and he blows up at you by accident.🥀
"FUCK YOU!": Izuku is sick and tired of Katsuki always berating him
Mister Tree: You come home drunk after a fun time with friends and your husband takes care of you. However, you make it pretty hard to do so by calling him a tree.
Oh my God! HE'S MOVING!: You and your husband feel your son move in your tummy for the first time.
Let's go Home: Your Yandere! Husband comes to take you back home.
DILF IZUKU CORNER:
Angry Dilf Izuku: Your husband doesn’t take lightly to people staring at your ass, especially if it’s Bakugou Katsuki.💚🌱
The Girl: You and your husband have only ever had boys... until you didn't. 🌱
Angry Dilf Izuku Pt2: It’s your birthday and your husband makes it loud and clear that Katsuki isn’t welcomed here anymore.🌱
Cheating Dilf Izuku: After the loss of one of your sons, you couldn't dream that your once loving husband would ever cheat on you.🌱🥀
Don't worry Mommy: You are about to embark on your first outing since giving birth and you can't help but think you should just stay at home. But Izuku assures you that everything is going to be fine.🌱
Cheating Dilf Izuku Masterlist🌱🥀
I want a little brother!: Your fourth son, Shoyo, wants a little brother and now your husband won't stop asking you.🌱🥀
I'm so blessed: Izuku and you wake up from a nap, and Izuku realises how blessed he is to have his wife and son here with him.🌱
You should definitely talk to my wife: Another mom tries to hit on your husband🌱
Our type of marriage: Your boys have always wondered why you and Izuku had such different roles in the home, so you decide to try and explain it🌱
You're really selfish: Reader dies and Toshinori is left to carry the peices because Izuku can't will himself to do anything now that you're gone.🌱🥀
How would Normal Dilf Izuku act after the death of his son?🌱🥀
Izuku and lactation kink: You've had a bad day and you feel so full. Luckily Izuku is here to make you feel all better.💚
How does DILF Izuku treat Ochaco in the normal Dilf AU?
Anger and Misunderstandings Pt 1 of 2: An anon had asked me what if we had Angry Dilf Izuku but one of his kids disrespected reader, like what happened with angry Dilf Katsuki.🌱🥀
Anger and Misunderstandings Pt 2 of 2🌱🥀
Happy Birthday Kane: Bakugou’s son, Kane never really knew what home felt like in a long time, but he finds it it in a place right in front of him.🌱
How would DILF Izuku react when something goes wrong when reader is in labour?🥀
A Hard Time: You are having a difficult pregnancy.🥀
Midoriya Family Shenanigans:
Your mom is lowkey hot: Your eldest son moves into the dorms and his friends find you to be a milf.🌱
The eyes never lie: Your eldest son isn't exactly sure who he should ask out.🌱
Itchy Sweaters: You try to sit the boys down for a Christmas photo🌱
Mom!: As a mother, you lack privacy.🌱
Marshmallows: You can't reach the top shelf of the marshmallows well pregnant, and you think its a great time to jump Izuku.🌱
Baking Mayhem 1: You come downstairs from a nap to find that all hell has broken loose in your kitchen🌱
MY EYES!! : Your eldest son walks into your room at the wrong time.💚🌱
Go wash the dishes!: You drag Asahi by his ears to go wash the dishes🌱
Toshinori winning the sports festival🌱
Midoriya family online shenanigans🌱
Shut up, Mom! : Toshinori manages to convince you to pull a prank on his father, and it does NOT go well. 💚🌱
When you were younger: The boys see pictures from when you were younger
... Totally worth it. : Your eldest son is being hunted down by his girlfriends father (Eijiro)🌱
For Your Own Good (AO3) ► Series see warnings on series page
ANBU Kakashi (AO3) ► Series see warnings on series page
Famished (AO3) warnings: fluff and smut, cunnilingus, oral sex, masturbation, cum eating, praise kink, POV Kakashi
What Do You Say? (AO3) warnings: fluff and smut, oral sex, blow job, cunnilingus, face-sitting, masturbation, cum swallowing, praise kink, POV reader
Distractions (AO3) warnings: smut, oral sex, cunnilingus, blow jobs, 69, vaginal fingering, praise kink, cum swallowing, no plot at all, POV Kakashi
Maybe I Don't Have to Choose (AO3) warnings: smut, threesome (M/F/M), use of shadow clones, oral sex, blow jobs, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, spit-roasting, cum swallowing, praise kink, masturbation, POV reader
That's What I Thought (AO3) warnings: smut, rough sex, rough oral sex, spanking, vaginal fingering, praise kink, blow jobs, cum swallowing, choking, overstimulation, POV reader
Remember What You Said (AO3) warnings: smut, light angst, teasing, nipple play, vaginal sex, hurt/comfort, POV Kakashi
Leave It On (AO3) warnings: smut, teasing, vaginal fingering, doggy-style, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, dirty talk, breeding kink
It'll Be Easier If I Show You (AO3) warnings: fluff, smut, spooning, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, light angst if you squint
As Close As Possible (AO3) warnings: smut, unprotected sex, creampie | written for the sex me up event
Don't Mind Me (AO3) warnings: smut, established relationship, masturbation (male), teasing, cockwarming, riding, voice kink, praise kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, POV reader
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐒! 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘. . .
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄?
˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ♡ ˎˊ ˗
˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ♡ ˎˊ ˗
˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ♡ ˎˊ ˗
˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒 // 𝐈𝐈 ♡ ˎˊ ˗
˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 ♡ ˎˊ ˗
˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 ♡ ˎˊ ˗
domestic > keigo takami/hawks (mha)
Word Count: 3.6k
Ship: Keigo/Hawks x Reader
Warnings: Corrupt hero commission (we hate the hero commission on this blog), keigo overworks himself, keigo & reader fight, miscommunication, some cursing, keigo’s a little shit (he has his reasons okay), mentions of a rescue mission and the aftermath, hurt/comfort
A/N: So sorry this fic is so delayed 😭 Have been going Through It lately but I’ve got a few fics queued up to make up for my absence ❤️ This is my favorite Keigo fic so far
“pro hero hawks is the first on the scene!”
“pro hero hawks took down the villain that’s injured dozens, including some pro heroes!”
“another takedown by pro hero hawks.”
“hawks is finally on the scene, this should be over soon.”
-
keigo wasn’t answering his phone. which was expected for the first night. he had just come home from a week long mission and on his flight home, another issue came up that he had to answer to. he didn’t get home until midnight, having refused any other hero’s offer to relieve him once his shift had technically ended, until best jeanist all but escorted him off the scene. you had hoped keigo had been resting when you walked into your office the next morning, until you looked at the news and saw he was already back out on patrols.
when you walked into keigo’s office, you expected to see a mountain of paperwork on his desk. you were fully prepared to work all day to catch him up, hoping to surprise him by finishing all his work for him. you were the one surprised when you saw only one paper on his desk, a note for you.
‘gonna be working late tonight, don’t wait up for me’
you scowled as you read the note, even if you had to fight the urge to melt when you saw the little bird doodle keigo had signed the note with. you once again called keigo, this time his work number, and you resisted the urge to throw your phone at the wall when your call once again went unanswered. you pulled up your text conversation with keigo and began to type.
‘you’re going home tonight. i will be outside at eight and you will let me in. i am not kidding when i tell you i’ll wait all night. please, just let me know you’re okay.’
you knew the text would go unanswered, but you hoped. you hoped that he would read it, at the least. that he would talk to you. your phone buzzed and you quickly picked it up, and you sighed when it was just another text from rumi.
‘i’ve seen him pass by once or twice, but he doesn’t stop. i’ve got a few others looking out for him, i’ll let you know if i hear anything’
you set your phone down with a sigh as you sat back in the office chair. this was going to be a long night.
you texted keigo a warning before you entered his apartment. you had been given a key by keigo to use in case of emergencies, and your chatty birdbrain suddenly ghosting you is an emergency in your eyes. it was two AM when you entered, and you felt your eyes begin to sting when you realized keigo wasn’t home. a quick search on the hero network showed that he was last seen a little after ten, and none of your own security alerts had gone off at your apartment. he was at his agency, avoiding you. it stung, the avoidance settling heavy in your chest, weighing you down as if there was a physical weight on your body.
you texted a quick update to rumi before you left keigo’s, and you made the walk back to your own apartment. keigo would definitely have lectured you any other time if he knew you walked home alone, and a selfish part of you hoped he’d find out. you’d take the scolding if it meant he would talk to you.
you flinched as you heard a voice speak from beside you.
“surprised he let you walk home alone at this hour,” you relaxed once you recognized the drawl of eraserhead’s voice. “your guard bird working tonight?”
“you’re going to sneak up on me at the wrong time one day and you’re going to get your shit rocked,” you replied, no real heat to your words.
“i’ll take my chances.” a hint of a smirk graced his face before it relaxed into his usual stoic expression.
“but no, he’s not working tonight.” you paused. “not patrolling at least. he is working hard at avoiding me, though.” while you and eraserhead, aizawa, had only met a few times, you had established a friendly relationship with the underground hero. you had also developed a friendship with present mic, which seemed to influence eraserhead’s opinion of you. odd.
“that’s… different.” eraserhead says after a moment. “i’ll keep an eye out for him, and i’ll have hiz- present mic look out for him as well.”
the two of you continued to talk as he escorted you to your apartment. minutes later, you opened the door to your apartment and let the door shut with a soft click, and you barely made it to the couch before you fell asleep.
-
“ooh, rough night?” one of the tech interns, kazuki, teases as he watches you walk in.
“hilarious.” you scowled. you knew you looked tired; you woke up frequently throughout the night, unable to sleep for more than half an hour at a time. you gave up on sleep around five thirty this morning, and you clutched to the thermos of coffee in your hands like it was the only thing keeping you alive. “didn’t really sleep much last night.”
“hawks working you too hard? i saw him walking around a few minutes ago. looks like he was headed to his office,” your heart stopped at those words. was he actually here?
“thank you, kazuki!” you called as you sprinted for the elevator, reminding yourself to send kazuki a proper thank you later. when you burst into keigo’s office, you jumped back as a sharpened red feather flew at you, stopping mere centimeters away from your neck.
“shit, you scared me.” keigo smiled when he recognized you, and the sight of it filled you with anger. “oh, sorry. let me just.” keigo’s feather returned to its natural state and you swatted it away as it went to caress your cheek, not in the mood for his usually sweet antics. “songbird? you okay?”
and you couldn’t help but laugh. full body, doubled over laughs. keigo tilted his head, confusion flashing across his face as you continued to laugh. your name left keigo’s lips, and you recognized the slight movements he was making. he was twitchy, like he wanted to move but he couldn’t decide which move was the best. you could practically hear the wheels in his head turning and you looked up at the ceiling as you felt the familiar sting of unshed tears in your eyes.
“you son of a bitch,” you whispered. you looked at him and his form became blurry, the tears now sliding down your cheeks. “you, you have me worried for days. you ignored my calls and texts, i even had other heroes looking out for you!” you started to walk towards him and you stopped just out of his reach. “you went to the point of staying here to avoid seeing me. why?” you finally met his gaze and golden eyes were filled with an emotion you didn’t recognize. his gaze was cold, distant. yet still, he kept the smile on his face, the smile he plastered on for annoying news reporters.
“i’ve been busy.”
“you’re running yourself ragged! you’re going to get hurt or cause someone else to get hurt because you’re working yourself to death.” you reached out and jabbed him in the chest.
“you don’t understand. you never will, so why are you even trying to? i can’t answer every call and text from my assistant.”
“that’s all i am to you? your assistant?” you asked. you were met with silence and you felt your heart begin to break. “look me in the eyes and tell me that’s all i am to you. and i promise, from now on, that’s all you’ll get from me.”
“what else would you be?”
wordlessly, you dug your key ring from your jacket pocket. you pulled off the key that belonged to keigo’s, to hawks’s, apartment and you set it down on his desk.
“noted. since you’ve clearly got a handle on things, i think i’ll be taking the next two days off for some personal days. i’ll be back on monday, hawks.” the name felt foreign on your lips and his wings twitched in response. you wordlessly spun on your heel and slammed hawks’s office door shut behind you. you could feel the stares from everyone in kei- hawks’s agency watching you, and you briefly shook your head when you saw kazuki before rushing out of the building, straight into the rain that had suddenly started to downpour. because of course it did.
as you walked in the rain to the bus stop, you ignored the frequent buzzing that came from your pocket.
“what else would you be?” echoed through your head, and you couldn’t believe that came from kei- his lips. what happened during his last mission? you shook your head to clear your thoughts.
“just an assistant,” you muttered under your breath. “what the hell, birdie?”
-
it was the middle of the night and you were sitting on your couch, eating from a carton of ice cream as you flipped through the channels on TV. you had finished your second movie of the night when you stumbled across the news. you paused when you saw hawks’s name flash across the bottom of the screen and you wanted to change the channel. but you couldn’t.
“eight hours later, the search and rescue has been completed. over 200 victims were rescued from the destruction thanks to the effort of our number two hero. thank you to pro hero hawks for being the first hero to respond, and the last to leave the tragic scene of the collapsed apartment complex.”
the reporter continued to talk about the injuries and the casualties, and you scanned the screen for him, not seeing a glimpse of red anywhere, save for some discarded feathers on the ground. you pulled out your phone immediately and searched online for something, anything about your- kei- hawks. your messages were full of texts from rumi and kazuki. a few from present mic, even a text from best jeanist’s assistant with a message from the pro.
suddenly, there was a knock on the door and you jumped off the couch. you glanced at the time, a little after midnight. you had hopes for who it was. you also didn’t know what you’d do if it was him. you slowly walked to the front door, willing your heart rate to calm down, and you reached forward to open the door.
you gasped at the sight in front of you, your phone clattering to the floor but you paid it no attention. hawks stood at your door, covered in dirt and dust and… blood? his jacket was gone, pants torn and ripped to barely there shreds of fabric. his flight goggles and headphones were gone, hair caked in dirt and sweat and he looked like he was seconds from falling over. he looked small without his massive wings behind him, most of the feathers left at the scene.
“‘m sorry. i tried, tried to go home. you were closer and,” hawks gestured to himself. “kind of grounded. i’m sorry, i can go.” he swayed a bit. you dove forward as he stumbled, and you held him up as he leaned into you. you kicked the door shut and you repositioned yourself to better support the hero as you walked towards your bathroom. “what are you doin’?” his voice was hoarse, and you made note to grab him water, as well as a million other things once you got him settled.
“first, im gonna clean you up. get some water for you, heat up some leftovers, and get you in clean clothes before i put you in bed.”
“what? no- i. i was horrible. you can’t… you can’t be nice to me. not after everything i said.” hawks said and you shushed him.
“shh, you’re going to wreck your voice more. we’ll talk once you’re taken care of.” you walked into the bathroom and made quick work of setting up a shower. you started to step away to grab towels and you felt a hand grab your arm.
“don’t leave me. please,” he rasped and you turned to face him, your heart aching at the sight in front of you. your keigo.
“not going anywhere. just grabbing towels, yeah?” you walked with him to the hallway, and you grabbed your fluffiest towels. you then grabbed a caddy full of keigo’s favorite toiletries. his shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and oil for his wings. he was missing a lot of feathers, but you’d take care of what was left. he was hurt, your birdie was hurt. it was your turn to be the hero, to make sure he was okay.
when you returned to the bathroom a minute later, keigo’s tired eyes lit up at your return.
“let’s get you in the shower, yeah?“ you set the towels down, put his supplies in the shower, and turned on the shower to his preferred temperature. you then walked to him and placed a gentle hand on his shirt. you glanced up at him and when he nodded, you gently began to peel his uniform off him. you quickly scanned him as you removed more articles of clothing, taking note of any new injuries and were relieved to see relatively little. once keigo had been stripped, you stepped into the shower with him, ignoring the fact you still had your t-shirt and sleep shorts on. your only focus was keigo right now, and you guided him under the shower head.
keigo’s exhaustion had seemed to hit as he leaned against you, and you supported him as you let the water get the top layer of grime off him. “there we go,” you soothed as you shifted, reaching for his shampoo. “there’s my birdie,” a weak chirp left him and you smiled sympathetically. “think you can sit so i can wash your hair?”
wordlessly, keigo moved to kneel down and once he settled, you began to scrub his hair. your hands worked in his hair until they ached, getting everything from the collapsed building from his hair before you added the shampoo. you took your time sudsing up his hair, and you smiled when you brushed some baby feathers in his hairline that caused keigo to coo quietly. keigo pressed a kiss to your stomach as you worked and leaned into your touch, much like a cat being petted. you helped him stand back up once you were ready to wash his body, and keigo practically laid against the wall of the shower as you worked to clean him off efficiently but quickly.
what felt like ages later, you turned the shower off and wrapped keigo up in a towel. you used the other towel to pat your own clothes dry quickly before you started to towel dry his hair.
“why are you… being so nice to me?” keigo asked and you frowned.
“i’m always going to care about you, pretty bird. you were a dick earlier,” you admitted. “but like it or not, you’ve wormed your way into my heart. you deserve to be taken care of, kei. we both know you don’t do it enough for yourself.” you moved to stand behind keigo and you looked at him in the mirror. “is it okay if i touch them?” you glanced at his baby wings and back at him. you held the oil in your hand, letting him see what your intentions were and you panicked when you saw his eyes fill with tears.
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keigo couldn’t believe it. he had been horrible to you. he had tried to be horrible, he had never planned to come back to you this way. but he did and you? you dumbfounded him with how you treated him. as if you had just had a little spat over him breaking your heart. he could feel your heartbeat change during the conversation you two had in his office, he could practically hear your heart breaking over his words. but when he came to you, bloody and dirty, wings practically gone, and you treated him so tenderly. so… lovingly. when the first tear slid down his cheek, a dam broke. keigo chirped in surprise as you spun him around before he threw himself into your arms. he sobbed as he clung to you, as if you’d vanish into nothingness if he let go.
your arms immediately tightened around him and you used one hand to stroke his wing, the other combed through his hair so gently, sad warbles left his throat. “whatever happened,” you started. “we’ll handle it. me and you, yeah?” keigo tried to respond but couldn’t force any words out, more chirps leaving him as he nodded against your neck. “that’s my songbird.” you held him until his sobs turned into soft cries, and the cries into the occasional sniffle. keigo’s wing twitched as he felt you began to pay more attention to the feathers, and his eyes began to well up with tears again as he realized. you were preening him.
you’ve straightened his feathers out before a handful of times, usually for shoots or press interviews. he’s never had this much attention paid to them before, never in such a caring way at least. his body became lax against you, pleased coos and quiet chirps leaving his throat every now and then.
once you had finished, you led keigo to your room. you walked to the drawer with keigo’s things and he watched as you pulled out clothes for him to sleep in. “gonna change out of my wet clothes real quick, okay?” he nodded and you smiled softly at him before walking to your own side of the dresser. the two of you got dressed in a comfortable silence and you guided him to the living room, where minutes later, you settled onto the couch with dinner. keigo stayed curled into your side and you seemed perfectly content as you stroked his hair.
what felt like an eternity later, keigo was finally able to speak again. “i tried to come home. when i got off that mission. it.. it went horrible and i just wanted you. but i fail- they had told me i failed. i wasn’t as efficient as i should be, one of the villains had managed to escape before i caught him again. if i was a proficient hero, he never would have gotten a chance to get away.” you looked up as keigo spoke, and keigo struggled to maintain eye contact with you. you always seemed to see him, and that was terrifying.
“so i was already beating myself up when they sent me to another disaster, to redeem myself,” he quoted and you scowled at the words. “and i did better, that’s what they told me. and for a minute, i didn’t feel like a failure anymore. i felt worthy of my hero title so i…”
“you stayed busy, worked harder and harder to get rid of that bad feeling.” you finished for him and keigo nodded.
“but no matter what i did, how many patrols i went on, how many hours late i worked, it wasn’t good enough. they said i’m letting personal things get in the way of me being a good hero, that i was a better hero alone.” keigo trailed off and you looked sad, yet angry at the same time.
“they were the reason for our fight.” you said and keigo hummed in response.
“still. i never should have said what i did,” keigo cupped your cheek and you leaned into the touch. “i need you to know. need you to know you’re so much more to me than an assistant. maybe i’m a worse hero for it, but i love you. i love you, so much.” keigo’s voice shook and you scooted closer to him.
“i love you too,” you whispered. you glanced at keigo’s lips then back up at him, golden gaze meeting your own. you leaned in and brushed your lips against his, and keigo let out a soft breath as he kissed you. he had kissed you countless times, but none had ever been this soft. this slow, this.. vulnerable. there was no rush, nothing you were aiming for. just the two of you intertwined, and keigo didn’t break the kiss until he was out of breath, and he smiled at the quiet whine you made. “i think,” you said after a minute. “you need a few days to recover. bed rest, doctor’s orders.”
“you’re a doctor now, hmm?” keigo smiled as he pressed lazy kisses down your jaw and you pulled a blanket over the two of you. “can’t argue with doctor’s orders.”
“bed rest is the first step in treatment. cuddles could speed up the healing process, as well.” you said matter-of-factly as you tangled your legs with his own. keigo closed his eyes as you buried your face into his chest, and as you rubbed his back, keigo’s thoughts became fuzzy.
“careful, will stay here forever.” you nuzzled closer and keigo vaguely remembered your reply before you fell asleep.
“i’d love nothing more.”
Attack on Titan Masterlist
✧˖° Levi Ackerman
✧˖° Eren Jaeger
✧˖° Armin Arlert
𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠
request; Hello I was wondering if you could do a Liam Mairi x reader where involving the side-effects of having bonded mated dragons pair so they absolutely go feral with eachother while using the prompt "That's it, fuck, that's a good girl."
synopsis; you and liam discover the trouble with mated dragons when you wind up in his bed. hidden feelings threaten to come to light.
pairing; liam mairi x fem!reader
warnings; smut (18+ only), p in v, soft sex w feels
word count; 2.6k
Reaching out blindly until your hand snags against the soft fabric of Liam’s sleep shirt, you take a shuddering breath as a surge of arousal locks you on the spot, every muscle coiling tight when you press your forehead to the wall and tug him closer. His thighs are bare and they flex when he stumbles towards you, bracing himself by means of a hand either side of your head, corded biceps caging you in when a ragged pant rips through you and you grit your teeth.
“Easy,” he murmurs, though his voice is strained, the veins that wrap the lengths of his forearms like vines protruding from the creamy skin. You suppress a pathetic little noise that bubbles from the base of your throat, tipping your head back as Liam’s hand makes contact with the skin there. “Shh, shh.”
“Li-“ you whisper through gritted teeth. “I need you to tell me to go away. I can’t- can’t control myself.”
“No-“ he says, quickly – too quickly, desperation lining his every syllable. You’re all too familiar with the feeling, the panic that seeps into his voice at the prospect of you leaving in search of another man’s bed. He’s not too proud to beg you. “No. Stay, please.”
The thought of you leaving is near unbearable now he’s close enough to touch you — feel you. Close enough to smell the shampoo in the wisps of hair that fall around your flushed face, close enough that the scent of you cloys in his nostrils and throws all inhibitions out the window.
His body presses against yours and the contact sets every nerve ending you possess alight. You tremble when he glides steady fingers - much steadier than you’re feeling right now - over your half-bare shoulder where your t-shirt has slipped downward, coming to a halt over your skittering pulse. His head falls forward into the juncture of your neck.
“Fuck.” His voice is rasping, barely there in your ears as Deigh does something Áine particularly likes and a crusade of need slams through him.
You thread your fingers through the blond tresses that tickle at your skin, pointedly ignoring the obvious disparity of your bodies, how his dwarfs your own, the way it makes your head spin with the need to get closer, to claw your way into his skin and feel every inch of him.
“Liam,” you whine softly, arching into him as those thick arms twine around your waist, pulling your torso flush to his own. He squeezes you, hands slipping beneath the t-shirt you’re clad in, palming and groping at every bump and ridge, every hill and valley of flesh he can reach. He ventures lower; your fingers tense where they still lay in his soft hair, and when his palms flatten and tap firmly at the backs of your thighs, you know what he wants.
You oblige the clear instruction, pushing yourself up from the balls of your feet until you’re in Liam’s arms, legs looped around his waist and ankles crossed at the base of his spine. Your back hits the wall as he surges forward to nose at your jugular. His lips part, tongue flicking forward to lave at your balmy skin. As his head dips, trailing a hot, wet path of half moons in the wake of his lips, you shudder.
“I know, my girl. I know,” he coos, sympathetic. His words slur and jumble, each sound melting into the next as though he’s drunk from the feel - the taste - of you alone.
The pet name would be enough to have you melting with affection under usual circumstances— now, it’s enough to have you whining, craning your head to slant your lips hungrily over his own, uncaring if it’s messy or filthy or downright sinful. Your only mission is to feel him, to get closer, to roam every inch of him with your ravenous tongue and teeth and lips— greedy for his touch.
If anyone were to walk in they’d certainly blanch at the sight; you pinned against the wall closest to the door of Liam’s room, his eager fingers splayed over your ass as you breathe into each other’s mouths. You’re unconsciously grinding down into him in quick, fervent bursts, and he reciprocates the movement appreciatively, letting you slide down the cold wall until the thick length of him presses to your wet cunt— hindered only by the fabric of his boxers and the lace of your panties.
The material is almost translucent, soaked through with your arousal. Liam coos something sympathetic that you can’t quite decipher for the fog that clouds your every nerve ending, for the hand that slips between your bodies until his thumb is rubbing tight circles into your swollen clit through the ruined fabric. Tears burn at the backs of your eyes and you tremble round him, the pleasure everything you need and somehow nowhere near enough, all at once.
“Shh, shh,” he murmurs. “‘ve got you, angel. ‘S okay.”
You gasp wetly against his kiss-bitten lips, the only warning you give as you begin shuddering against him, your climax ripping through you before you even have time to think. Everything is so sensitive, every brush and graze of his skin against your own amplified tenfold— it’s too much but still, you greedily accept everything he’s willing to give you, teary eyes trained to his throat that works around a swallow as he watches you cum with heavy lidded eyes. Babbling around a sob, you part your lips from his in favour of sinking down into the juncture of his neck, your hot cheeks searing against the cooler skin that greets you like a soothing balm.
“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”
“Liam,” you hiccup, grabbing large fistfuls of his t-shirt, the flimsy material the only thing that separates you from miles of toned skin and muscle. That lopsided grin cracks across his face, a dimple cratering onto the centre of his cheek as his teeth flash in an amused smile; his chest heaves, even more so when you slip your hands underneath his tee to palm at bare skin.
Setting you down on shaking legs, his hand encircles one of your wrists and tugs, leading you until you’re perched at the edge of the bed. He turns, elbows flaring wide as he pulls at the neckline of his shirt and drags the material over his head in one fluid motion. The planes of his back are bared to you, each individual muscle rolling and moving with one another as though they’re cogs in a well oiled machine. You want your mouth on every inch of that skin– no corner, no crevice left untouched.
And then he’s on you, prowling with a predatory glint in those cerulean eyes as his pupils swallow the bright hue of his irises; all he sees is you– the way you shrink and tremble at the fervent way he surveys you.
A wide palm slips beneath your own tee and curls around your ribcage, frantically rising and falling with every laboured breath. He shucks the fabric upward to expose your soft breasts to the cool air of the room, and watches with rapt fascination as your nipples harden into peaks under his attention.
You shift until you’re propped up on your elbows to allow him space to discard the item of clothing, complying when he nudges you until you’re flat against the mattress, legs hooked over his hips. Your head turns, face burning at the wolfish way his eyes rake over you, a great contrast to the flattened hands that scrub sweeping lines over the tops of your thighs to soothe your nerves.
“Don’t hide from me, angel,” he murmurs, folding at the waist to smear a kiss against the curve of your jaw. His next words are a rumble against your skin that seep into your pores, into your very bones. “If it gets too much for you, all you have to do is tell me. And we’ll stop. Okay?”
His cadence is low and rasping, and the feel of the bridge of his nose pressed to your cheek sending a wave of affection through you that knocks the breath from your lungs. You nod.
“Words, sweet girl.”
“Okay,” you croak.
“Good girl.”
Your pussy aches with a sharp throb when he reaches down to press his thumb back to your swollen bundle of nerves; you whine, hips canting up into his touch unconsciously as he slips the wet material down your legs and discards them somewhere behind him.
He presses a kiss to your tummy, your knee, your ankle, and then pushes your legs up and back until they’re folded atop your chest. You gasp when his warm breath fans over your bare sex.
“Liam.”
“I know, angel,” he grunts. His voice patters out into breathless silence as you part your thighs, splaying a hand across his thrumming pulse to wrench him upwards and towards you. He doesn’t resist, putty in your hands. Absolutely, wholly yours.
“Please,” you whisper; his nose brushes yours. “Need you.”
He parts your lips with his own, slaking his hunger on you. He revels in every noise he pulls from your slick lips, every whine and gasp and plead for him to give you what you want. He swallows them all greedily and when - and only when - he’s decided you’ve begged him prettily enough, does he free his weeping cock and line up with your entrance.
He sinks in slowly, every thick inch of him splitting you wider than the previous. He’s thick, cock twitching against your cunt as the flushed head practically begs to be buried inside of you. The colour bleeds from your knuckles as you clutch his biceps, leaving crescent moon indents in the wake of your cruel touch; he hisses, and when he’s fully sheathed inside of you, he sweeps down again to press wet, ardent kisses to your face and neck. He hooks your legs up against his hips, pulling back to rock back into the tight clutch of your cunt with slow, rhythmic movements.
He hits every spot inside of you without trying, the spongy head of him rubbing continuously over a particular spot you haven’t discovered yet; it has you keening, sobbing out a broken moan against his balmy cheek as he coos gentle praises against the shell of your ear.
His entire focus is fixated on him desperately trying to not blow his load at the first feel of your cunt clasping him, breathing deeply through his nostrils as he props a forearm either side of your head.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he gasps, picking up his pace as your enthusiasm starts to peak, your shaking fingers tangling in the short hairs at the nape of his neck. Your body arches beneath him, head tipping back when a soft whine spills from your swollen lips.
The lewd sound of slapping skin and heavy breathing encases your senses, drives you further to that edge that you’ve been aching for since you entered the room.
He’s so beautiful like this it sets you alight with adoration— and arousal: blond hair mussed and falling over his eyes, face flushed as he dips down to brush his nose with your own, plush, pink lips parted into a gasp when you clench around him.
“‘M so close, Li,” you croak, tightening your fingers where they’re carding through his hair.
“I know, angel. I know.” Deft fingers slide between your bodies as he works over your clit rhythmically— sweeping movements that alternate between tight circles and up and down motions as he places pressure on that bundle of nerves.
A sweet, quiet little gasp spills from your lips, and Liam doesn’t miss the way you tense, clinging to him harder as you shatter.
He coaxes you through it, movements never slowing as you ride out your peak, whining against his lips when he swallows your sounds with his mouth.
He doesn’t stop until you’re squirming and writhing beneath him, kicking your legs feebly to push him away; he shudders at the movement, back bowing in the centre until he’s spilling into you with a groan. He braces himself with his head buried in the juncture of your neck, arms hooking around the base of your spine to hold you flush to him.
You both collapse in a haphazard mound of limbs and you roll onto your side to face Liam, his cheek still pressed to yours. He brushes the bridge of his nose along the length of your cheekbone, his smile imprinted into your skin as you hum and needle your way closer into his chest.
You don’t know what to say— neither does he. This silence is comfortable regardless, the gentle, lulling energy encasing the pair of you in this bubble.
He brushes a stray lock of hair from your sticky forehead, smearing a kiss along the crown of your skull. Your lashes flutter, body soft and lax against his own as you greedily seep up his warmth. You’re weightless, your head pleasantly blank when he pulls the blankets over you, pressing a final kiss to your cheek before he’s pushing himself out of the bed and to the bathroom.
There’s some shuffling and then emerges seconds later, clad in a clean pair of boxers and clutching a t-shirt for you to take. You’re still how he left you, laying on your side and dozing, cheek smushed against the back of your hand.
“C’mon, angel,” he murmurs, hooking an arm beneath your shoulder to hike you upright, handing you the tee; you rub at your heavy eyes with the backs of your fingers, swiping the fog away. He settles himself between your legs to clean you up, swiping a tissue between your thighs.
“You don’t have to do that, Li,” you croak. “‘M okay, I’ve got it.”
You make to loop your fingers around his wrist to halt his movements, but he only tuts and swats your hand away with a smile. Affection rises in your chest, hot and fast and blinding.
“I’ve got you, my girl.”
There’s that name again. My girl. You’re melting, sure you’re nothing but a pile of mush following those two little words; he surveys you with those cerulean eyes, laced with nothing less than adoration.
“Liam,” you whine, protesting.
“Oh, hush.” He presses a kiss to the curve of your kneecap before pushing the blankets back over your legs.
You pull the oversized tee he’s pushed into your hands over your head appreciatively, resisting the urge to bury your face into the fabric and inhale at the scent of him that cloys the room, that swirls around your face in tantalising tendrils.
You love him, you realise. The admission isn’t terrifying as you thought it would be, but rather a calm wave that washes over you and grants you a newfound clarity. You want this all the time with him. You want everything.
The bed dips as he returns to your side, an arm around your waist until you’re both propped against the headboard, your face resting in the dip of his collarbone. You feel his cheek pressed to the top of your head.
Your chest feels as though it might cave in at any moment, the sheer volume of love you hold for this boy too much for your body to hold onto. You brush your lips against his shoulder, blinking slowly in your haze. The rumble of his laugh carries right down to your bones.
“You’re beautiful,” you mumble, already half-asleep.
“You’re more beautiful,” he whispers back as though it’s a secret. Private words shared between the pair of you, for no one else to hear.
You’re asleep before you can respond, draped lazily over his torso. He shucks the blankets up until they’re covering you right up to your shoulders. Your nose scrunches unconsciously.
Fuck, he loves you.
just how fast the night changes
Change is scary, if not horrifying. Though you haven't seen each other in years, but the underlying affection you have for one another with never change.
childhood friends ---> lovers
ft. Isagi
(reader is fem)
As children, you guys were inseparable.
His parents, your parents, the aunties and uncles, even other kids that you both knew were convinced you guys were going to get married.
As teenagers, you stayed just as inseparable, now branching out to new possibilities.
You would study together, play video games together, go to the movies together. As time went on both of you made new friends, you guys would join the friend groups and go out to the arcade or the cafe.
That was until Blue Lock.
As adults, you were just a blissful memory to each other.
You couldn't be mad at him, but the fact he didn't reach out ticked you off. The changes did in fact drive you insane at first. You went from talking everyday, being together at all times, to only seeing him on the TV. You always saw him on the TV at your favorite small cafe. He changed, but not so much. You knew him through and through. His eyes, his childlike smile, the way his face would flush pink when he was really happy. He was the same Yoichi you knew as a toddler.
One day, the Isagi family invited your family and a few others over for a little reunion. You, despite being piled up with work, decided to stop by to show respect. Driving down the suburban roads, your mind kept shifting. You couldn't help but think about Yoichi, I mean, would he end up being there? No way, you thought.
You parked right in front of the Isagi household, texting your mom that you were there, and taking a deep breath before stepping out and locking your car.
You rang the doorbell with a bouquet of flowers in your hand, and a nice fruit basket in the other.
Anxiously waiting for the door to open, you stared at the ground praying that he wouldn't be there. Not that you hated him or anything, but you didn't think your heart could take it.
You heard excited conversation and footsteps approaching the door, preparing yourself to walk in.
That when the door opened, and there he was Isagi Yoichi, star football player for Bastard Munchen in all his glory.
Your stomach sank as your heartbeat sped up, why was he here, and why did he look good?
Hair slightly damp, probably from the shower, a plain white shirt and light wash jeans. He looked like his usual adorable self, just a bit taller, and more muscular.
"Hi" He said awkwardly with that dumb flushed smile of his, guess that hasn't changed either.
"Hi, how have you been?" You responded in efforts to not make the situation more awkward.
Before he could say anything, his mom pushed him aside to see you.
"Oh my goodness! You've grown beautifully my dear!" She exclaimed, you had always loved his mom, she was the cutest thing on this Earth. She then smacked Yoichi's arm, he flinched in response with puzzled look on his face.
"Yoichi, have you no manners! Invite her inside!" She scolded.
He gestured for you to come inside while pouting at his mom. You laughed before placing your shoes in the corner of the entryway.
You greeted the aunties and old friends and sat down at the table next to Isagi. All was good and well, not awkward at all until one aunty spoke a bit too honestly.
"My goodness, you two are just made for each other, even as kids! It was just meant to be!"
The tension in the atmosphere was intense. You accidentally made eye contact with him before quickly looking the other way to hide your embarrassment. You didn't look long enough to see the pink dusted over his cheeks and the tips of his ears, the warmth was quickly crawling up to his face, and was not doing him any favors.
"Awww they're so shy! Look at them." She continued.
Then another aunty chimed in.
"Just look how red his face is! What a pair!"
Soon all the uncles and aunties were laughing about how perfect you guys were for each other, you quickly excused yourself to the restroom.
You immediately took a sigh of relief before rubbing the sides of your temples. The comments were getting to your head, and awakening the young girl who could've sworn she was in love with Yoichi Isagi and was going to marry him. You knew that deep down, that young girl never left. Like a fool, you still have deep feelings for him. You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down before walking out of the restroom. You were about to seat yourself at the large table again, but the room at the end of the hallway caught your attention.
Yoichi's room.
You didn't want to go in, because that is so creepy, but it didn't feel like that. You had spent years of your life in that room, it was like a second room.
You walked into the room, it hasn't changed at all, except for the few new posters on his wall of his teams logo. You looked around and smiled, same old Yoichi.
You looked around to see if anything else was changed, and a certain photo caught you eye.
On his desk, there was a small, black photo frame on his desk. A photo of the two of you on the first day of highschool, a selfie at the small cafe you loved (the one you still go to). You both looked so young, so cheerful and so absorbed in each other.
You recognized the frame, because you gave it to him. A decorated frame, but the photo was the two of you as kids, around 7 years old, the picture was new. He chose the current picture. Picking it up in your hands, you felt a wave of a mournful feeling wash over you. You missed him a lot, and this feeling proved it.
"Hi, stranger."
Your soul nearly jumped out of you when you heard him speak from behind you. When you met his eyes, embarrassment washed over you. He was looking at you, leaned against the doorway.
"I didn't want to go back out there so I just kinda walked in here, sorry." You said quickly, hoping you didn't look like a creep.
"You left me for the wolves, I feel so betrayed." He said, a bit of sarcasm laced behind his words.
You dryly laughed through your breath, still looking awkward as hell standing in the middle of his room.
"I missed you, a lot." He said, filling the awkward silence.
You looked at him with a wistful look in your eyes.
"I missed you too, it has been a while hasn't it?"
He nodded, lips pursed into a thin line before opening his mouth to speak again.
"I'm sorry for not keeping in touch." He said, regret in his tone.
"It's okay, you were building your career, that is more important." You smiled at him.
He couldn't help the heavy feeling in his heart.
"No, you are important too. I should've stayed in touch, I should've called or texted or emailed or something. I shouldn't have left my best friend behind."
Best friend, ouch.
you almost felt pity for yourself before reminding yourself that you have moved on.
"Believe me Isagi, it is fine, you had a lot on your plate, i'll always be here if you need me though, I hope you know that."
He froze. Isagi? Since when did you call him Isagi? It was always either Yoichi, Yoi, or even dumbass.
"We've been so out of touch that I was demoted to just Isagi huh?" He laughed a bit with a sarcastic hurt look on his face, but internally he was actually so hurt. You rolled your eyes while laughing with him.
"Well, we aren't kids anymore Isagi."
That hit him hard.
"I wish we were still kids."
A silence washed over the room, both of you refused to speak.
You looked at the ground uncomfortably, not knowing what to say.
Isagi decided, screw it, it's now or never.
He closed the six feet between you two, tilting your head up with his hand on your jaw and kissed you. When you pulled away, he stared down into your eyes, looking for any kind of discomfort. That was until you pulled him back in. Years of yearning and false beliefs that what you felt was unrequited led to this very moment, and this made it all worth it. You pulled away again, this time looking up at him with a bright smile on your face. The hand you had placed on the back of his head came forward and pushed the slightly overgrown bangs out of his face.
As adults, you were each other's everything.
2 months later (in your room this time)
"You know, I chose that picture because that's the day I realized I was in love with you."
You rolled your eyes, heat crawling up to your face at the confession.
"Well you always have been corny." You laugh.
He did a faux gasp, faking offense.
"How could you say this to me?" He pretends to wipe his tears.
You hit him lightly with a pillow, laughing at his behavior.
He grabs a pillow and lightly hits back, which resulted in a mini pillow fight. Flopping backwards into your bed, you nuzzled into Yoichi's side, holding his arm.
With a matching photo frame of your teenage photo in your vision staring right back at you.
xoxo, august
I love love love your ao’nung x reader x neyteyan stiry so I was wondering if for part four you could make the reader come into a situation that makes them insecure? I was thinking a nightmare about the boys leaving reader for someone else, and it scares them and makes them upset and scared, with ao’nung obviously assuming someone said something to reader to put those thoughts in their head, while neteyam is caring but also angry thinking someone out those thoughts in readers head as well
She’s Not Feeling The Best
neteyam x reader x ao’nung
content warnings: angst, reader is insulted by clan members behind their back, happy ending
a/n: i didn’t actually describe the nightmare she has bc the words were not wording so please use your imagination i’m sorry 😭 also i got another request for another part to this series and i didn’t realize it would be so FUCKING difficult to come up with similar titles for these so if they suck i’m sorry i’m doing my best
your eyes flutter as you take calming breaths. you nearly doze off before your head leans a little too much to the side and you jerk back into place.
your sudden movement startles ronal, “my child, that is the third time you have almost drifted to sleep today.”
you were currently training with ronal, meditating, attempting to connect with eywa. you couldn’t come up with an excuse even if you wanted to, “i am sorry.”
she gives you a soft look, “what is the matter? are you not sleeping?”
you know you can’t lie to her, she would know in an instant. “i have been having nightmares.” her eyes widen slightly, moving to sit next to you. she wraps an arm around your shoulders, petting your hair, silently encouraging you to continue. “there has always been talk among the village about how i am not fit to be ao’nung’s mate. but now there is also talk that i am not fit to be neteyam’s. it has made me doubtful of my worthiness.”
she slightly clenches her jaw. if you weren’t fit to be ao’nungs mate, why would his mother and father, the tsahìk and olo’eyktan of the clan, have not only approved of but encouraged your relationship? and why would neteyam’s mother and father do the same? she fights the urge to badger you for the names of the people who said this. opting to comfort you instead, “my dear,” she cups your face in her hands, “if you were not fit for my son i would not have begun training you to take my place. if you were not fit for neteyam his parents would not have accepted you so quickly. you are exactly what the two of them need.”
you relax a little at her words. she has always been a maternal figure to you, hearing this from her was soothing. “thank you for saying that.”
she gives you a kiss on your forehead, “you need to speak with them about this. it is not healthy to bottle it up. we should be wrapping up about now anyway. you are dismissed.” she gently pushes you toward your marui, you shoot her a big smile over your shoulder.
on your walk back, you heard it once more. none of them can see you, but the fact that they believe you won’t hear their words doesn’t make them hurt any less.
from the elders weaving fishing nets and baskets in a marui along your path.
“i just do not understand why she was chosen to be the tsahìk. she does not have a confrontational bone in her body.”
“i agree. she is nothing like ronal. why she chose her to be her successor will forever be beyond me.”
from the teenagers swimming in the water
“i would have been a much better mate for them. i am an incredible hunter and diver!”
“you are way too young for them!”
“whatever. even then, my skills make me better fit to be their mate than her.”
from the men and women resting on the beach after fishing.
“she just, how do i put this, she has only ever focused on healing and connecting with the great mother. both of which are important for the tsahìk, but ronal is also a fierce warrior. i do not think y/n has that kind of fire in her bones.”
“yes. her mates also seem the kind to like someone with more..confidence? i am not sure if that is the right word.”
“i know what you mean. someone with some push-back. i never expected ao’nung to settle for someone as docile as her.”
at first, you knew they were just speaking their opinions, and that their opinions won’t change how your mates feel about you. but eventually they started to take a toll on you. maybe they would like someone more confident. someone more confrontational. someone who had a wider array of skills. then the nightmares began. you didn’t want to tell them, too fearful of the words of the people being the truth. too fearful that they would leave you once they saw you the way others did.
the overheard words weigh heavy on your chest by the time you arrive home. greeted by the sight of your mates sitting on the floor playing a human game neteyam’s father had taught him.
“rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”
ao’nungs flat hand covered neteyam’s fist, shouting happily at his victory. the later man pressed his ears flat to his head, “lucky guess.”
ao’nung pecked his nose, “it is not luck when it happens eleven times in a row my love. i think you are just bad at this.”
you smiled at the exchange. neteyam noticed your appearance first. pouty expression changing to glee, “hello my love, how was your day?” he opens his arms for you to sit on his lap.
climbing into the vacant space, you reply, “tiring.”
“what is wrong?” ao’nung asks.
“i have just had a long day.”
his eyes harden, “no. there is something wrong. what is it?” curse him for inheriting his mothers intuition. neteyam looks at you, concerned.
you sigh, “can we talk about it tomorrow please? i just want to relax tonight.”
both of your lovers soften their expressions. ao’nung replying for the both of them, “yes we can.”
the three of you spend the night enjoying eachothers company. only leaving your pod to attend dinner. you can feel the glances and glares of others slicing into your skin, but you attempt to pretend you can’t. upon returning to your marui, you prepare for bed. unfurling the the door and tucking into bed. snuggling into each others arms.
it’s well past eclipse. you lay wide awake while your lovers sleep peacefully, cuddled into your sides. you try to fight the allure of sleep. it’s becoming harder and harder to keep your eyelids open. against your will, you drift into slumbers sweet embrace.
you awake with a gasp, quickly rising into a siting position. another nightmare violently jolting you from the peace of sleep. almost simultaneously, the boys are pulled from their slumber as well. though, it could have had something to do with the fact that you yanked yourself out of their arms. neteyam is the first to come to, swiftly sitting up to check on you while ao’nung blinks his own sleep away. you’re still panting when neteyam cups your cheeks, turning your head towards him.
“my love what is wrong?” he takes in your face as his eyes adjust to the darkness, “why are you crying?”
crying? you lift a hand to your face to touch your cheeks, it’s only then that you notice the tears dripping down your face. you open your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out.
ao’nung moves to sit next to neteyam, then pulls you into his lap. “breathe like you are about to dive little one. deep breath in through your nose, out through your mouth.” you do as instructed. after breathing for a few minutes, you’re finally calmed down. neteyam gently scratches your back while ao’nung holds you to his chest.
the men lock eyes, having a silent conversation. then neteyam speaks, “what is wrong my love?” he has more questions than that, but doesn’t want to overwhelm you.
your voice is small, barley audible when you reply, “i had a nightmare.”
he nods, asking another question, “what was it about?” he can see and feel you tense up, locking eyes with ao’nung once more.
neteyam speaks again, “it is okay, we will come back to that. when you are ready.” he waits until you relax to ask a different question, “is this why you were upset earlier? has this been happening often?”
you nod.
“how long have you been having nightmares for?” the hardness of ao’nungs voice startles you slightly, being a sharp contrast to the gentle tone neteyam had been using. neteyam shoots him a glare. the metkayinian man softens his voice before he speaks again, “i am sorry, i did not mean to startle you. but please answer my question.”
you take a deep breath in, “about a week.” ao’nung clenches his teeth to keep from speaking, afraid his words will carry a bite he doesn’t want you to feel. but your confession made an ugly feeling stir through his body, leaving a bad taste in his mouth. a week? and you’ve said nothing?
neteyam’s reply comes as if he can read ao’nungs thoughts, “why have you not said anything?” he feels guilty. he’s been sleeping peacefully while you’ve been having nightmares for an entire week?
“it is because of what they are about. i did not want to talk about it.”
“do you want to talk about it now?” you lock eyes with your omatikayan mate, though he looks calm, you can see the distress in his eyes and the furrow of his brow. you move to rest your head on ao’nungs shoulder, gripping neteyam’s hand with both of yours and playing with his long fingers.
“my dreams have been overtaken by my fear of you leaving me for someone more fit to be the tsahìk, to be your mate.” ao’nungs grip tightens considerably. the man literally having to bite his tongue to keep himself from spewing venomous words. though they would never be meant for you, he knows his anger will overflow. even though he knows you’re well aware that his harsh tone is never because of you, he doesn’t want to risk it.
neteyam takes a deep breath to calm himself, still speaking to you gently, though now his voice is slightly strained and a tense aura radiating from his form. “why do you think we would ever leave you?”
you hesitate, but ultimately decide to be honest, “there has been talk among the people-“
“bah!”
“ao’nung! let her finish.”
you take another breath, “they say that someone more fierce, confrontational, and widely skilled would be better suited to be your mate. they say i am too docile.”
neteyam takes your face into his hands. bringing your eyes to his, “y/n. there is not a single other person on this planet i feel is more worthy of your position. not only as the future tsahìk, but also as our mate. you are kind, benevolent, and considerate. you make people feel at peace simply by existing near them. you went out of your way to make my family feel welcome, even when others,” he shoots a teasing took to ao’nung, “did not. you took time that you could have used to rest from your long days of training to help us learn your way of life. then on top of that spent your free days with me. every day i thank eywa that you appeared in my life. if it were not for you, i would not be nearly as happy here as i am. i love you with every fiber of my being, y/n. it breaks my heart that you have been made to think otherwise.”
you don’t notice you began to cry again until neteyam wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, kissing the tracks they left behind.
“you are not my mother y/n.” you turn to ao’nung, a slight pang hits your heart at his words, “but that is why she chose you. not only to be her successor, but also to be my mate. she chose you because you reminded her of my father. he may be tough, but he too was considered docile. that is why my mother made such a good match for him, they balanced each other out. the same way you bring balance to our relationship. as much as i adore her, i could not imagine being mated to someone as stubborn or strict as my mother is. the clan needs a leader with compassion. with a caring and open heart. they need you. we need you. please do not let the words of few drown out the words of many, especially not the words of those who love you.”
you choke out a sob, burying your face in his neck. he coos at you, opening one of his arms for neteyam to join your hug.
“i am sorry.”
“do not be sorry.”
eventually, the three of you laid back down. you were tightly sandwiched between the two walls of muscle, who continued to whisper words of affirmation until you fell into the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in weeks.
the next day, ao’nung slips out of bed, careful not to rouse you and neteyam from your slumber. hurrying across the springy floors connecting the maruis so he can return before the two of you wake up. he steps into the familiar marui, eyes locked on the woman he was hunting for. striding into the room, he sits on the floor across from her.
“i need you to help me find some people.”
ronal pays him no mind as she continues sorting herbs, “i have already started a list.”
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