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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐃! 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Join Satoru & Y/N on their journey through parenthood as they navigate through a curse-filled world with their biological children and their adopted sons, Megumi & Yuji.

It is recommended that you read the fics in the correct order as listed below. Some parts can be read as a stand-alone fic.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 (𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈) — ♛

➙ PHONE CALLS || gojo chats with you and your daughter while in the middle of a meeting.

➙ “WHAT? YOU’RE MARRIED? AND YOU’RE A DAD?” || yuji discovers that gojo has a family.

➙ “YOU WANT TO ADOPT ME?” || you & gojo adopt yuji & megumi.

➙ “LET’S HAVE ANOTHER BABY.” — ♛ || after adopting yuji & megumi, you & satoru decide to have another baby.

➙ FIRST FIGHT || the children overhear you & satoru arguing. megumi & itadori try to distract their little sister from it.

➙ VACATION || the entire family goes on a much needed trip & megumi starts adjusting to his new life. (coming soon)

➙ “YOU’RE PREGNANT?” || you’re getting ready to have a baby. (coming soon)

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀:

These are fics that are a part of this au series but aren’t necessarily “canon” and/or don’t happen within the current timeline of the au series. You can think of these fics as filler, to be honest!

➙ MOTHER, HOUSEWIFE, & SORCERER || the shibuya incident has endangered your entire family. it’s time for you to do something about it. (coming soon)

➙ ALL GROWN UP || your children are all grown up and have had kids of their own. you & satoru are grandparents. (coming soon)

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Aoi Toudou

Gojo Satoru

Megumi Fushiguro

Nanami Kento

Nobara Kugisaki

Toge Inumaki

Yuuji Itadori

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Plaything

Jealousy

Mangastore

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Complimenting

Thoma

🌹 smut

Honey

Darling

Sweetheart

Threesome

Plaything

Baby

Childe

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Imagine

Drabble

Threesome

Plaything

Honey

Mangastore

❤️ fluff

Complimenting

Diluc

🌹 smut

Morning

Husbando

Drabble

Friends heard you moaning

Plaything

Baby

Mangastore

A night at his lair

Sweetheart

Morning Drabble

❤️ fluff

Complimenting

Zhongli

🌹 smut

Rainy Day

Drabble

Plaything

Mangastore

Beloved

❤️ fluff

Complimenting

Itto

🌹 smut

Drabble

F**k him and his stamina pt.1

pt.2

Lumine

🌹 smut

Traveler….

Xiao

🌹 smut

First time

OC Stories [ Genshin ]

Luna x Diluc [ Finally Mine ]

Miya Twins

🌹 smut

Osamu x f!reader x Atsumu

Ushijima

Sweet Pleasure

Vyn

🌹 smut

Caught

Marius

🌹smut

Imagine

Ryomen Sukuna

🌹 🥀 smut and angst

Lily

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AVATAR

Neteyam

— Need you close to me || series

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || EPILOGUE

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

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𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

𓆩𓆪 public sex.𓆩𓆪 fishing.𓆩𓆪 three sum.𓆩𓆪 boxer kink.

𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨

𓆩𓆪 sub! gojo.𓆩𓆪 manipulative gojo.𓆩𓆪 slut affair.𓆩𓆪 boxer kink.

𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

𓆩𓆪 cumdump.𓆩𓆪 slut affair.𓆩𓆪 boxer kink.𓆩𓆪 three sum.

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𓆩𓆪 three sum.𓆩𓆪 step mom.𓆩𓆪 boxer kink.

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𓆩𓆪 breeding.𓆩𓆪 slut affair.𓆩𓆪 boxer kink.

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𓆩𓆪 step mom.𓆩𓆪 boxer kink.

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❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞

❝ COME ON, FUCK ME, EMO BOY!! ❞

✧ pairing: emo boy! choso kamo x f!reader ✧ summary: saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic? ✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, so much smut, emo boy! choso, sex toys (vibrators, clit sucker), multiple orgasms, semi-exhibitionism, public sex (sex in the back of hot topic, sex in a changing room), fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), big dick choso (but honey, that dick was 11 inches), also mahito + yuji make appearances, art by @/SS_utr3n. ✧ wc: 5.3K

It had been a while since you had stepped into a Hot Topic (a while meaning three days or three years, take your pick). But this had been the third time this week you had been to this specific Hot Topic, and now you were sure the manager of the place had your badly taken picture and description scrawled in some notebook as a potential shoplifter. 

But it wasn’t the merchandise you were looking to pick up. 

It was him. 

You saw him when you were browsing the clearance rack, knelt down, evaluating whether you needed another blind box item that will inevitably not contain the character you were looking for (but on the plus side, it was on sale?), when you heard a deep voice speak. 

“Excuse me,” you glance up as you spot him — and you swear your breath gets stuck somewhere between your windpipe and your lungs, because you don’t breathe while this man kneels down next to you to place more items on clearance. Spiky black locks tied up messily on either side, fringe bangs falling in front of his face as he bent down, a tattoo across the bridge of his nose and was that — dark purple eyeshadow around his eyes — and his eyes — god, his eyes were gorgeous, a deep dark brown — and you swore, was that a hint of purple in his irises? 

He was everything that your teen self had wanted — the same guys whose profiles you had looked at growing up and thought were so hot. You caught a glance at the My Chemical Romance t-shirt as he stood, in black jeans, as he catches you staring, “Can I help you find something?” His tone was casual, but he was curious — probably curious why you were staring at him with wide-eyed saucers. 

“No, no, sorry, I—” no, don’t tell the hot Hot topic worker that he is hot — first of all its confusing, second of all— “I just wanted to say, I like your t-shirt,” 

Fuck. out of all the things to say — I like your style, I like your fit, I like your hair — you had to pick the most generic ass comment. 

He only nods, but you catch the barest upward twitch of the corner of his lip, “thanks,” 

And that’s all it took — you now needed to see him smile. 

Over the next few days innocently shopping at Hot Topic, you find out his name is Choso from one of the other workers, Mahito, calling his name. His hair is usually in those buns, but one of the days his hair was down, and you heard him complain that his hair ties had snapped. 

And his hair looked so good down, his long inky locks fell past his shoulders, but this was your chance to talk to him — “i have some extra hair ties, if you want them,” you offer him a few hair ties, “I overheard you talking with the other worker, I hope you don’t mind,” 

And he shakes his head, his lips quirked in that almost smile that makes your heart squeeze. 

Fuck. 

“Not at all, thank you,’ and his fingers brush yours as he takes the hair ties, and you turn to leave, but his voice stops you, “what was your name? I didn’t catch it last time,” 

You tell him, smiling, “Your name is Choso, right? I saw it on your nametag,” and he’s biting his lip, tilting his head in question, as you flush, cheeks burning, “I’ve noticed you a couple times when I’ve come in— not in a weird way, I just—” 

“I’ve noticed you too,” and finally he’s smiling — and you know he’s got you, you know you’re fucked. 

And you do get fucked — in the back of Hot Topic during his break. 

It had been a few weeks of you two talking and flirting, until finally, during his break he’s got you snuck into the back to show you the merchandise they haven’t put out yet. And you scoff when you come across a bullet vibrator, “you guys sell these?” 

He shrugs, “They started to in the last few years, not a lot. They don’t want the parents to become too outraged, but just enough,” And you snort, turning the bullet over in your fingers curiously, “have you never used one before?” 

And your cheeks burn, as you bite your lip, “No I never have,” and the next question stumbles out as a joke, “why? Wanna help me learn?” And you want to bite your tongue, but you’re too busy with the foot in your mouth to do so, and before you can apologize he speaks. 

“I would,” 

And your eyes snap to his, and you realize how close he’s standing, his eyes not filled with humor but something else — lust? — and his lips curled in a small smile. 

Fuck. 

“You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, love,” he’s murmuring in your ear, pressing kisses to your neck, as you’re pressed between his firm chest and the metal storage rack, fingers laced as you held on, the vibration between your thighs the only thing ringing in your ears. 

But how can you be quiet? 

The bullet vibrator is pressed right against your clit, and his thick fingers are parting your folds, so close to sinking into you, his deep voice whispering in your ear, hot breath against your neck. 

And the coil in your stomach is only growing tighter and tighter, and your squeals only grow more and more insistent. His fingers sunk into your mouth, “suck,” he ordered, and your cunt twitches at the demand, as you do, sucking and licking messily on his fingers, “good girl,” 

And he clicks the button of the vibrator again, increasing the vibration, making your eyes widen, a gasp around his fingers, “so responsive,” he groans, as your legs grow weak, and he’s stepping forward to steady you, but it also settles his dick between your ass. 

He’s huge. 

The bulge presses into you, drawing a hiss from his lips as you lean back against it, “Trying to tease me, sweetheart?” And he’s pulling his fingers from his mouth, a string of spit connecting from his fingers to your lips, “don’t forget who’s teaching you,” and he sinks his spit soaked fingers into your needy cunt, making your back arch into his body, “so tight, despite the vibrator,” he hums.

“Choso, please—” and he starts to fuck his fingers in and out, the squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears mixing with the buzz of the vibrator — you’re already so close, “I'm—” 

“Cum for me,” he’s grunting, as his fingers reach even deeper inside you, dragging against your walls as he curls them, finding that one spot that has you seeing stars. And your moan as you cum is stifled against your own palm, as he only maxes out the vibration and fucks you through your orgasm, “one more for me, pretty, you can do it,” 

“No, no, Choso, please too much, can’t—” and he only presses sweet kisses to your neck, and how are you already close — you just had orgasmed, but the coil in your stomach is growing tighter by the second, and you’re nearly crying when you cum again, your slick dripping down his fingers and the vibrator as he eases it from you, and then splatters onto the dirty tile floor of the backroom of Hot Topic.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as he’s tilting your head back and around for a kiss. And you catch a glimpse of the glint of your release on his black painted nails as he presses the pads into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits and sucking them clean, “that’s it, clean up your mess f’me,” and his other hand is wiping the tears from your eyes, “so pretty when you cry — can’t wait to make you do it again.”

Your cunt twitches at the thought, your cum still dripping down your thighs, “Again?” and he’s pressing another sinful kiss to your lips, “You didn’t think this would be our only lesson, did you?” 

And it wasn’t — the next lesson was spent in the fitting rooms, during a particular dead early afternoon in the store — and he had you spread on the fitting room bench, your black jeans pulled down to your ankles, as his head found its way between your thighs. You could barely hold back your whimpers as he pressed all too hot kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, burning already with his warm breath. It was too much. 

He was too much. 

“How’s that feel?” dark eyes flicking up to meet yours, half lidded with lust, as he watches your panting face, your head against the wall of the fitting room, “use your words, love,” 

“Too good, Cho-so,” the last syllable of his names escapes your lips in a gasp, as your cunt twitches as his lithe fingers tease you through the soaked material of your panties, “please, please, need you,” 

“What do you need?” and his fingers pull away, as his lips press a kiss to your puffy clit, pulling a whine from you, “what do you want me to do?” 

“Please, just—” and he’s tugging your panties aside, cool air rushing over your all too hot pussy, “please just touch me — with your fingers or mouth—” 

And his tongue drags over your messy cunt, and god, it feels too good — but a twinge makes you pause, and when you feel it draw a circle around your clit, you realize what it is — he has a tongue piercing. Your fingers thread their way in his black locks, resisting the urge to grab at his hair buns. 

He grunts, vibrations against your wet cunt, as you pull him impossibly closer to where you needed him most, his nose bumping against your clit, “you smell so good — how’s that possible?” and your eyes squeeze shut as his hands press your thighs further apart. 

That’s when you both hear the click of the entrance, and the door swinging shut — shit, the door — he forgot to lock it. Forgot when you had pulled him into a kiss right when he was ready to take a lunch break, all other thoughts had flown out of his brain once he let those doors swing shut and your lips had met his — well, left his brain and flooded southward. He also didn’t think a customer would be persistent enough to try the door and wander in when the doors were shut and the closed sign was hung up. 

“Choso, should we—” and the footsteps draw closer — and fuck — did you get wetter? And tighter — his moan is muffled against your walls, “Choso, stop, we—” 

“You don’t mean that,” he whispers, dark, half lidded eyes look up at you, your essence and his spit soaking his lips and dripping down his chin. And the footsteps are receding, the sounds of the shuffling and clinking of clothes hangers on racks in the distance, but all you can hear are the sounds of the wet, needy squelch of your cunt, “you aren’t being honest — but you are down here,” and his lips find your clit, sucking lightly, making your head jerk back, “want them to know how good I make you feel,” his lips leave your clit with a small pop, before murmuring against the soft skin of your thigh, “be quiet for me, baby,” and his tongue slips back into your cunt. 

He’s nearly slurping your juices up, his tongue tasting every inch of you, deliciously dragging against your twitching walls with his piercing, as your toes curl and your mouth parts in a muffled moan, one hand clamped over your mouth, and the other digging into his scalp. How could the person not hear you? How couldn’t they hear the wet squelch of your cunt as Choso fucked it with his tongue? How couldn’t they hear your badly swallowed moans and the sounds of your heart pounding out of your chest — and if they did, they certainly didn’t care enough to stop browsing through the fucking store. 

And you’re close, so fucking close, and you don’t hear the footsteps drawing close to the fitting rooms because your ears only can hear the wet suck of his mouth against your clit or the press of his tongue in and out of your folds, your thighs twitching under his grasp, fingers pressed into your flesh, “Choso, I’m so—” 

“Cum f’me, need to feel you cum around my tongue,” he sucks on your clit hard, teeth grazing the sensitive spot, and you cum, hard, your hand forsaking your lips to find purchase on his head, squirting all over his face as you did, soaking him along with the bench of the fitting room. And you can’t help the whimpers and moans that left your lips, as he lapped up your release without a care. 

And you slump against the wall of the fitting room, body still buzzing from your orgasm, as he finally pulls his tongue out, glancing up at you. Your chest heaves as you watch him lick your cum from his lips and chin, before wiping the rest away, and your eyes drift downward to the erection he was palming. And your fingers unconsciously reach for it, when your hear a door slam shut making your both jump. 

You cover your mouth — the customer, and Choso’s eyes meets yours, as the two of you break out in a laugh, “Fucking lock the door next time,” you sigh, covering your burning face with your hands, as Choso chuckles, lips curled in a smile.

“So there’s going to be a next time?” he tilts his head, and you flush. 

How could he go from eating you out like a desperate man without water to this innocent puppy? “Not if you don’t lock the door,” 

“It’s their fault for coming in when the doors were closed and there was a sign that said closed in big letters on the door,” and you shake your head, as he draws closer, “now, I have twenty minutes of lunch left — so where were we?” 

And you push him towards the changing room door, “Go lock the door first,” and he relents, chuckling. 

“Just for that, I’m going to look for the clit sucker I couldn’t find before.” 

~~~~

The two of you had fallen into a pattern. 

And you had become a regular at Hot Topic. You hung around him as he stocked the shelves, did inventory, price re-labeling, and even as he spoke to customers. You watched other customers speak to Choso, even flirt with him, but he never cracked a smile. Two girls were very persistent, but they deflated as he walked away after answering their questions, brushing past you, his hand brushing against your ass discreetly. Heat rushes to your cheeks, your head snapping to him as his lips curl when your eyes catch his gaze. But even so…

You still were just as clueless of where you stood with him as you were when this started. 

“You two have been pretty hot and heavy lately, huh?” you nearly jump out of your skin, as Mahito smiles knowingly at you, leaning against the counter with a shiteating grin. 

“What are you—” 

“Please, like we don’t know what goes on in the back during breaks?” he raises an eyebrow, as you bite your lip, “plus, never have I seen that gloomy guy smile, much less as much he does with you,” 

“Really?” your eyes find him again, as he crouches and lines up blind boxes on one of the shelves — but you can’t help the nagging question circling in the back of your mind — why hasn’t he asked you out yet? The two of you have hooked up, in and out of the store, but he still hadn’t asked you on a date. Even in the last few weeks, the two of you hadn’t even spent any real time together, except for your visits to the store -- he hasn't even taken you into the back. For all you know, you’re one of many people he’s bedding. Even if he doesn’t seem the type. 

“What? Trouble in paradise?” Mahito pulls you from your thoughts, head tilted and all too eager, “what’s wrong?” 

“No, it’s—“ he cuts you off with a look, and you relent with a slight pout, “he just hasn’t asked me out yet, I’m just wondering what he’s thinking—“ 

“Well, I definitely don’t think he’s seeing anyone else,” he hums, “but he does tend to go straight home a lot when you’re not around. Maybe something is going on at home?” And then he’s pushing you towards him, “no time like the present to find out,” 

“Mahito—“ 

“Choso! How about you and your favorite regular go for a quick walk and get us some drinks from the food court?” He grins, offering some money,  “be a doll, won’t you?” 

Choso sighs, “Fine,” and he brushes past you, taking the cash, before glancing back at you, “you coming?” 

You glance between the two of them, before following him out of the store. You both walk in relative silence, slipping past customers, as you reach the food court. Choso orders, paying with the cash Mahito gave, as he passes you one of the drinks, “Choso, can I ask you something?” 

His eyes slide to you, “Of course,” and god, his eyes stop your thoughts in their tracks — he’s so unfairly gorgeous, funny, sweet — you didn’t want to screw this up. You open your mouth to speak when you hear a voice. 

“Big bro, that you?” A rush of pink hair and energy is wrapped around Choso all of a sudden, “I didn’t think you got off until later,” it’s a teen boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, his arm wrapped around Choso, and a varsity jacket on — this was Choso’s brother?

Choso cracked his rare smile, “I don’t get off until later, Yuji, but I came to grab a drink for Mahito,” and Yuji’s gaze slides to you. 

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” he smiles a thousand watt smile, “I’m Yuji Itadori, Choso’s brother,” and he’s glancing between you and his brother, before his mouth falls into an ‘o,’ “are you his girlfriend?” 

“Yuji—“ Choso starts, a hint of a blush across his cheeks, as you stifle a laugh, “I thought you said you were going to study at home with Fushiguro.” 

“I wanted to see you when your shift got off — I thought we could have dinner together,” Yuji pouts, and Choso cracks in an instant, his lips curling. 

This boy had his brother wrapped around his finger. 

“Ok, but don’t goof off. Make sure to study,” and Yuji nods. 

“Nice to meet you,” and he leans in to whisper, “treat my brother good, ok?” And you flush, before nodding, as Choso raises an eyebrow, out of earshot. 

“I will,” 

“Cho, tell Mahito to fuck off for me,” and he’s off again, gone as fast as he came.

“Sorry about that,” Choso sighs, still a smile on his lips as he watches his brother in the distance, claiming one of the food court tables for himself and his friend, as he sits down next to a black haired boy, assumedly Fushiguro, “didn’t know Yuji would be here,” 

“I didn’t know you had a brother,” and he bites his lip. 

“It’s relatively new — we’re half brothers, but he just came back into my life. He doesn’t really have any other biological family. His grandfather just passed, and he’s staying with a teacher whose decided to foster him,” the two of you begin to walk back to the store, his gaze fixed downwards at the tacky mall carpeting, “he’s been staying with me for the last few weeks, while his foster father went on a vacation to Malaysia,” 

And now the pieces were clicking into place, “And that’s why you’ve been going home a lot lately,” and his dark eyes find yours with a tilt of his head, “I mean, you just haven’t had a lot of time lately,” you can’t meet his gaze, “it must be a lot to have a teenager staying with you.” 

“Yeah, he eats everything in the house, and he’s staying in my living room, which leaves little in the way of privacy,” and you can still feel the prickle of his gaze on you, “but I could use a break,” and you finally look and see a soft expression on his face, the same insecurity you had reflected in his gaze. 

No time like the present, right?

“Well, should we maybe go on a date?” and his cheeks flush a pretty red, all the way to the tips of his ears, “we’ve done plenty of other things that a couple would do, like—” 

And he’s shaking his head, “I know, I know!” he’s the one who can’t meet your eyes now, chewing his lip, “I’d like that — I get off my shift tonight at eight, I told Yuji we’d hang out, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind postponing—” 

“We can always do it tomorrow, I don’t want to keep you from your brother,” and his lips curl into a smile, “he’s a good kid,” 

“He is,” and his fingers find yours again, “I can tell Mahito that I’ll lock up tonight, and maybe after I do, we could—” 

“Have another lesson?” 

And eight o’clock rolls around far too slow, but Choso definitely isn’t moving slow when it’s only the two of you. 

He’s pulling you into the back again, the door swinging shut behind the two of you, his fingers tight around your wrists as he’s pulling you into a bruising kiss, forcing your lips to part with a gasp, his tongue flicking against yours. The smooth surface of his piercing grazes against your tongue. 

And his fingers find the back of your neck, deepening the kiss impossibly, as his other hand slips down the curves of your body, pulling you against him, his clothed cock brushing against your aching cunt. 

Fuck. You had almost forgotten how big he was. 

And when you hear the zipper of his black jeans, you nearly melt against him, “Choso, please—” 

“I have to get you ready first, love,” his fingers find their way to the front of your jeans and undo the button, tugging the fabric down to your ankles. Cool air raises goosebumps across your skin, the pads of his fingers press against the wet patch of your panties, and he’s groaning, “but maybe I don’t,” 

“Fuck, so wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, as he’s walking you backwards, into one of the racks, his fingers press into the soft flesh of your thighs. And two fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, joining your jeans, pooling around your ankles, “nearly ready now, but I still have to loosen you up,” his fingers tease your outer lips, dripping with your release. 

One of his finger’s slips in with practiced ease, making your hips jolt against his hand, your fingers curling around the metal bars of the rack in front of you. His finger was so much thicker and longer than yours, his digit toyed with your walls, teasing and stretching until he drew a soft groan from your lips. He was the only one who could make you this desperate, his lips pressed against your neck, the heat from his body has your mind reeling with pleasure. 

“Mmm, Choso, more—" and he’s adding another finger inside your still all too tight entrance, making you whimper, as the intrusion is all too much after a few weeks of not having him inside you. 

“So greedy,” he murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears, “you’re practically sucking me in, but it’s still not enough for you, is it?” his tongue drags against the outer shell of your ear, his piercing against your skin, before his mouth envelops your earlobe and sucks. 

His fingers are fucking you open, your eyes screwed shut as the tips brush against that spot, heat flooding your body. And you don’t hear the shuffling of his other hand through a box, until you hear the sound of sucking, “Choso—“ and he’s pressing the sucker against your clit, your mouth falling open as pleasure rips up your spine, the sucking sensation with the lewd noises of your pussy being finger fucked is too much. 

You cum all over his hand, your hand clamping over your mouth so no one hears your moans — and your legs quake as you come down from your high, as he eases his fingers from you, “so pretty,” he murmurs, and you can feel his dark, lidded eyes on your drenched cunt, watching your sticky release cling to his fingers, purple painted nails glinting in the low light. 

And he’s leaning forward, kissing down your back, as he turns you around gently, so your back is pressed against the rack. You kick off your underwear and pants. You’re still panting, chest rising and falling as his fingers press to your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze, as he sucks his fingers clean of your cum. Heat pools again, as his fingers undo the leather belt and he’s tugging his jeans and black boxers down to his knees, his erection springs out, slapping against his stomach. 

Your mouth runs dry. 

Fuck, he’s even bigger than you thought. 

Ten inches? No, maybe eleven. How was that even possible? That shit would break you — but fuck — your cunt twitches — you kind of want it to break you. 

“Like what you see, Princess?” you lick your lips in response, and in a trance, your fingers are reaching for him, curling around the base before you slowly start to pump him. You’re rewarded with a moan, a noise that goes straight to your cunt, as your fingers move faster, trying to find the right rhythm. Pre-cum leaks from the top, as you tease his tip, before stroking back up the length of it. 

And he’s a beautiful mess, his pale features flushed a gorgeous red, as he presses his hand against his mouth so his moans wouldn’t resonate. And his pre-cum drips all over your fingers, slipping down your wrist even, as you lean forward to lick it off your own skin, while you meet his gaze. 

His head lolls back, eyes screwed shut now, and your fingers drift to his sack, stroking and teasing while your lips find the tip, sucking lightly before your tongue drags over the length of his cock. And god, he’s going to blow his load now, if you keep doing that, from the way his hips rock against your touch. 

His fingers weave into your hair, nails digging into your scalp, “Baby, ngh, it’s too good—fuck—” he’s so close, twitching in your mouth as you suck him from tip to base, tracing his slit with the tip of your tongue, “shit, I can’t—” and you suck hard on his cock, massaging his balls, and he’s gone — he’s pumping his cock into your mouth as his cum spurts down your throat, as you swallow it all too greedily. You pull away with a pop, a string of cum and saliva connecting you to his dick still, before you wipe it away. 

He’s leaning against the rack, chest heaving as he watches you with lust blown out eyes, sweat sheen on his face, “Haa, baby, s’good f’me,” and somehow he’s still hard, as you rise to your feet, thighs pressed together, your eyes fixed on his cock, “you don’t have to—” 

And he’s still so sweet — his eyebrows knit together as he’s examining you with concern, but you’re only shaking your head, as you press a sweet kiss to his lips, “I need you, Choso, please,” and he’s nodding, lips meeting yours in a heady kiss that steals your breath, and he’s made you brace yourself against the rack, fingers curled around the cool metal. 

Your folds are exposed to him, slick and dripping, even wetter than before, “You liked sucking me off that much, love?” he murmurs, kissing your neck, before he’s dragging the tip of his cock against your needy cunt, “I’ll go slow,” he assures you, as you nod. 

He’s sinking into you inch by inch — and not even halfway, you already feel like you’re ready to burst, “So big, Choso, I—” and he’s murmuring quiet reassurances, as he’s parting your folds, the pain drawing a gasp from your lips, as he finally bottoms out. 

“S’good, baby, so tight,” he’s moaning, You’re taking deep breaths, pain ebbing with each second that passes. Choso pressing sweet kisses to your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease your perked nipples, mixing pain with pleasure. Tears burn at your tear ducts, as you breathe shaky breaths, and finally pain ebbs away, and pleasure grows in its place.

“S’full, so big,” you pant, growing more needy by the second, he’s reaching places you’d only dreamt of — his leaking tip kissing your cervix, “move, p-please—ah!” 

And he does as you say, pulling ever so slowly out before pushing back in, grunting as he does as your tight cunt adjusts to his size and length — bullying your insides in a way no toy could ever compare to. You swear you can feel every inch, every curve, every vein as he rocks into you. 

“So pretty f’me,” he’s moaning, stifled by his bitten lip, as your walls only seem to pull him back deeper each time he pulls out,  “so perfect, take me so well,” he’s murmuring, as he teases your tits between his thumb and forefinger, “pretty cunt made just for me, isn’t that right, Princess?” 

“Yes, yes, Choso,” and his pace only grows faster, just as his groans grow louder. 

“No one else can fuck you like this, make you feel this good, can’t wait to feel you cummin’ around me,” he’s panting, his fingers tweaking your nipples, squeezing, as he fucks you deeper and deeper, his tip hitting your cervix deliciously again and again, “feels s’good, so wet and warm for me—” his hand comes down on your ass now, making you gasp, your cunt squeezing around him. 

Drool slips from your mouth, as you get closer and closer to cumming — the telltale flutter of your walls, “Choso, I’m coming, I can’t—” 

“Cum for me, let me fill you up,” and his fingers reach around to press a vibrator to your clit, and you’re cumming, falling apart on his cock, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The squelch of your cunt and the way you squeeze him has him falling apart, spurting and painting your walls. 

The two of you slump forward, your legs nearly buckling, as you cling to the rack, before he’s easing both of you back onto a bench in the stock room. Your quiet pants fill the silence of the room, as he eases himself out, groaning as you both watch your mixed releases leak out of your cunt. 

“I don’t think I can walk after that,” and he chuckles in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you,” and you laugh, his favorite noise in the world, as you slowly turn, making him groan as your soaked pussy grinds against his dick. 

“So then you can lift me up when I drop it?” your lips are curled in that same smile that had him hypnotized from the moment he saw it, and he can only reply with a bruising kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as you sunk yourself onto his dick again. 

God. He needed to buy you tickets to Warped Tour. 

~~~

The next time you show up to Hot Topic, you weren’t showing up to buy any merchandise. 

“Hey emo boy!” you call out, making Choso turn with a smile on his lips — the one especially reserved for you. 

“Hi baby,” he murmurs, kissing you softly, his arm around your waist, “I’m almost done. I just have to punch out.” 

You lean in, words whispered against his ear, “And then you’re gonna come fuck me?” 

You were picking up your boyfriend. 

He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist, before kissing you again, “You know I will.” 

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longing glances | spencer reid

spencer x fem!bau!reader summary: hotch calls you in to evaluate your six-month mile with the bau and you remind spencer that is friday. like he would forget. genre: sort of friends to lovers (eventually) (maybe). and reeeally slow burn. warnings: reader is pretty insecure. a/n: well, hi! first i want to say that i am NOT a native speaker. english is not my first language and this is the first time EVER i tried to write something in english. i don't feel comfortable enough, so please, be gentle. (pretty please). aaand, let me know if you would like a second part or something? yeah, that's it. i know that not much happens here, and spencer is like a second thought and hotch has more lines and- ajssjsj okay, sorry. i will stop now. i hope you like it! next part

You’ve never carried yourself with the easy air that pretty people have. Sweat is too sticky on your skin. Clothes are too tight or too loose, never just fits. Labels are always itchy. Seams are always too present. Sometimes you also seem to feel the downward curve of your nose. The shape of your teeth. The facial hair you’re not supposed to have. Sometimes you feel all of yourself. What do they call it? Oh yeah. Self-conscious. Overwhelmingly.

Working with fantastic people doesn’t make the task of existing any easier. Not only they are smart, but they look like straight out of a magazine. Who would say the FBI would have such attractive personal. You would think that being smart is enough, right? Ha. It is true that over the months it becomes a little more bearable. The blue of JJ’s eyes doesn’t seem to burn you as much and Elle’s waist no longer provoques you to tear your skin apart. Sometimes. But the caramel in Spencer’s eyes? Well. You’re still working on it.

Hotch calling you by your last name gets you out of your head. You blink a few times before nodding and standing up. Spencer follows your actions with his gaze and raises his eyebrows. You shrug in response. It’s not enough to dissolve the concern from his expression, but you don’t have much else to offer him. You smile at him as briefly as you can. In secret. Hoping it doesn’t reveal more than you’d like. Doing it in a room full of profilers? Not so easy. But you’ve been doing it for months now.

You knock on Hotch’s door twice and wait for his response. The few seconds of wait are enough to awake the beast in the pit of your stomach. The nerves takes the form of questions swimming in your head. Why is he even calling you in? Had you done something wrong? Well, it’s true you are a little slow with paperwork but- is he going to fire you? God, please, no-

“It’s nothing you’re thinking,” Hotch assures you as soon as you enter. You hadn’t even realized that you were already in front of his desk, still as a statue.

“Sure,” you reply. You clear your throat.

Hotch points his eyebrows at the chairs. Every expression he has is done through his eyebrows. You smile a bit. Oh. Maybe you shouldn’t. Aaron is such a good profiler that it surprises you that he doesn’t read minds. But you shouldn’t try your luck, just in case he has developed the skill. Once seated, it is your turn to ask with your eyebrows. And it’s your boss’ turn to almost smile.

“How do you feel about your first half of the year here?” Hotch asks you, folding his hands on his desk.

You almost deflated with relief. Evaluation of first six months. It’s not really an official thing. But the guys had told you that it’s something Hotch usually does. It’s not even about skills or abilities, he just wants to know how comfortable you feel on the team. You feel good. When you’re not being an insecure mass, you really feel good. Comfortable. You still have to think before you just being, but you can feel how that dissolves into the marked days on the calendar.

“Good,” you respond. “I’m probably learning more than I can,” you laugh a little, “they’re all really good at what they do.”

Hotch nods. “Are you here for the long run, then?”

You frown. Surprised is a saying. “Yes?” you tilt your head. “I mean, yeah, Hotch. I don’t plan on leaving the unit anytime soon,” you reply. The beast awakens again. You lick your lips. “Is anyone planning on me leaving it soon?”

Hotch shakes his head. “No, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay here,” he stares at you, dispelling any remaining doubts. “And that you begin to feel part of us, because you are.” He smiles.

You grin back, sure that the warmth in your cheeks also means a pinch of color. You mumble a strangled thank you before leaving his office. The first thing that greets you back in the bullpen is Spencer’s gaze. You laugh as you approach his desk, which is across from yours.

“Were you looking at the door the whole time?” you joke, sitting on the edge of his table.

“No,” he responds quickly. Almost too quickly. “What did Hotch want?” he drums his fingers on the stack of papers in front of him.

“Oh, you know, fire me,” you shrug. Your amused smile gives you away quickly enough. Spencer rolls her eyes and huffs, making a strand slip from his carefully constructed hairstyle. “It was the evaluation-happy-first-half-year-here.”

“Oh,” Spencer nods “and is it being happy?” You’d never say it out loud, but there’s something longing in his question.

You are not into Spencer. But you could be. It’s what you tell yourself when your heart races. What you have to remember to yourself when his eyes always seem to find you as if you were the first thing he looked for when entering a room. Which is not easy to handle. Being looked at by Spencer is... well, sometimes, your insecurities disappear under the crushing sweetness that his eyes hold... other times, it’s as if the attention he pays you lights up all the details that you hate about yourself. It is a swing between calm and anxiety. And you’re almost sure you’re responsible for the second one.

But as much as you are responsible, it is also why you are not into him. Or it’s what you repeat to yourself like a mantra. You have not fallen for him... but it’s true that you could do it. Easily. If you would allow it. Which you are not going to allow. Not now. Not six months ago when you saw him for the first time. Not never. Because as much as you could fall for him, you’re certain that there’s not the same risk for him.

“Well… happy isn’t the word,” you answer honestly. Not only because it seems like a pretentious complicated word, but because of the very nature of the work. It doesn’t make you happy to see so many corpses. But… the team? Yeah, it makes you a little bit happy. “But I feel good,” you assure him, flashing a sincere smile.

He returns the smile. Your heart skips a beat.

“Today is friday,” you remind him. You don’t know why. The man has an eidetic memory.

“I know,” he laughs. “It’s turn for my apartment and Star Trek- and please, no hawaiian pizza again,” he says, looking at you pleadingly.

You laugh to avoid suffocating yourself with the warmth that spreads through your chest and in that slip you lose control over your next action. You can’t help it. Your hand acts before you can stop it: it grabs the lock of hair that slipped out of place minutes ago and tucks it behind Spencer’s ear. For a germaphobe, Spencer is pretty tolerant of your germs. He doesn’t pull away, though you don’t leave your hand long enough to give him the chance either. If you weren’t so focused on your blushing cheeks, maybe you’d notice that he is too.

“Okay, not hawaiian pizza,” you agree, standing up. “But pizza anyway,” you smile.

“What else could it be with you ordering?” Spencer jokes and raises his hand just in time to cover the spot on his arm where you gently hit him. An “oh” leaves your lips in response and Spencer flashes the most radiant smile you’ve ever seen on him. “Eight out of ten times you pretend to be offended, you hit me on the arm. So…”

“Cocky,” you mutter under your breath, walking towards your desk.

“And that’s what you do the other two times,” Spencer hums back, staring at his screen with an amused smile stretched across his lips.

You really, really could fall for him if you’re not careful enough.

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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

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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

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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

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Hi and welcome to my little collection of stories about Levi's life after the war. All the stories you find here can be read as a series or as separate one-shots. It truly doesn't matter. So how you read them is totally up to you, all I can say is that I hope you'll enjoy! ❤️

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1. Uncertain tomorrows

Summary: You and Levi slowly start to realize that the war is finally over.

2. Night Changes

Summary: The Rumbling happened more than half a year ago. Yet you and Levi are still adjusting to the new reality and the chance to live in peace despite all the hardships you're facing daily.

3. Taking chances

Summary: A year after the Rumbling, Levi finally has the chance to open the tea shop he always wanted. But due to his lasting health issues, he doesn't think it's a good idea.

4. Raspberry kisses

Summary: After many hardships that came with a new and much different life in the world after the Rumbling, you and Levi finally own a tea shop.

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Armin works at his grandfather's bookstore and meets you. He's just a nervous boy learning how to be courageous in the face of love.

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Preview

Prt 1 Fuck Me Boy - Summary: being paired with the fboy of the school what can go wrong

Prt 2 Fuck Him - Summary: getting pay back is the best feeling in the world especially when it's with his older brother

Prt 3 Fuck Them Both - Summary: neteyam needs a goodbye present before he goes off to college

Prt 4 Fuck Up - Summary: it's going great till someone appears at his front step

Prt 5 Fuck Him Out - Summary: taking up your brothers offer leads you to be in the arms of your childhood best friend.

Prt 6 Fuck Party - Summary: getting drunk and laid was on the to do list but now you have two pairs of hands on you.

Prt 7 Fuck Off - Summary: lo'ak finally realizes his mistakes and flies over to make right what he did wrong.

Ending (chose your own)

Acceptance - Summary: maybe hearing him out with solve the issue out

Reject - Summary: maybe starting somewhere new will solve the problem

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Michael Kaiser is a popular man indeed, he have all the things he wants. But there's just someone.. just someone who he can not have. He was indeed irritated but he can't help but actually fall for her.

How to make an empress (emperor) fall inlove with you - guide by Alexis Ness

no.1: Always compliment her.

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You we're just minding your own business, not until a certain soccer player sat infront of you.

"Why hello there, Meine Liebe, you're looking beautiful as always." Kaiser said while smirking

"What do you want this time, kaiser?"

You we're always suspicious of him, like why would he always flirt with you? You're his Assistant for heaven's sake!

"Oh? Can't i compliment a pretty girl?"

Kaiser was always like this, giving you compliments everytime he sees you.

"i mean, you can but like.. it's kind of creepy."

Oof.

Now that hurts his ego like literally. He didn't expect that someone, especially his assistant would say that! He expected you to blush not hurt his ego!

While on your side, you we're weirded out by his silence. It has been 5 minutes and it seems that you left him stunned. You couldn't stand the uncomfortable silence so you just left while saying a quiet goodbye.

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no.1: Always compliment her - Failed

no.2: Always give her gifts.

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Now, with Kaiser gift giving is easy to him, he's rich after all. But the problem is, what do you like?

He was observing you 24/7 just to see what you like or what's your interests.

But he just couldn't find out what you like! So, there's only one choice...

"darling, i just can't help but ask, what are the things you like?"

Kaiser was expecting something fancy or something expensive, and your answer trully caught him off guard.

"I don't know.. food or something memorable..?"

Again, you left him stunned. He was thinking, what was your favorite foods? How can you gift someone something memorable??

Now with you, again uncomfortable with the silence, you just left.

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no.2: Always give her gifts - Failed.

no.3: Always take her out on a date.

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Now this is the hard part, Kaiser is popular indeed and that part is the problem. how can he take you out on a date without anyone recognizing him!?

Well, you being the usual "stoic" assistant, gave him an idea.

"Kaiser, the manager told me to tell you to book a reservation for a private event." That's it!! He will take you out on a private date on a 5 Star Restaurant!

"I'm so smart" that was all kaiser was thinking.

"Kaiser?? Are you listening?" You we're waving your hands infront of his face.

"let's go on a date." That was a bold move indeed, but again, you we're used to this.

"sure, but we'll have to find a reservation for the event." Well, that was easy. He though he had to convince you.

Kaiser noticed something.. it's like.. wait- we're you smiling?? Your smile looks so cute.. he'll have to make you smile often.

"you should smile often, Meine Liebe." Your smile turned into a frown.

"congratulations for ruining the mood."

no.3: Always take her out on a date - Mission accomplished!

no.3 part 2: find interesting topics to talk with her.

Kaiser couldn't find any interesting topics.

He knows you have no interest in football yet you're a assistant of a soccer player. I mean, money is money i guess.

So he decided to risk something.

"Darling, do you hve any interest in dating?"

Oh.

Dating.. your mind was always on making money 24/7 to the point that dating is nothing for you.

Now, this time he left YOU stunned.

Kaiser now feels kind of shit and uncomfortable. He couldn't stand the uncomfortable silence and the awkwardness between the both of you.

"well.. I don't mind dating.. as long as my partner will treat me good." Finally, you talked.

"will you date me if i treat you good?" Wtf. That came out of nowhere. Kaiser didn't know how and why he told you that.

Kaiser was embarrassed! he wished that he had shut his mouth so you wouldn't be uncomfortable! But he was surprised by your answer.

"Yeah." A simple "yeah" caught him off guard, yet again.

"but there's a special test for you, michael." That was the first time you called him by his first name.

"well, what's that 'special test' for me, darling?" Kaiser was confident that he could pass that "special test".

"you should be yourself if you want me to fall for you." Well, again, that caught him off guard.

He was shocked! How can you say that while having that stupid pretty smile on your face!

But.. how could he say no to that challenge? He wants you to be his, and he wants to be yours. And he's The Michael Kaiser for heaven's sake!

"Very well then, challenge accepted."

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Deceiving the Duke | 6 | Todoroki Shouto

pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Female Reader

length: 3.1k of 30k words | 6th of 9 chapters

summary: When Camie Utsushimi elopes on the eve of her society debut, scandal threatens to destroy the family’s prospects. It’s up to you, a maid, to impersonate Camie throughout the Season, long enough that her elder sister can make a match. The only trouble? Lord Shouto Todoroki is also intent on making a match—and that match, quite impossibly, appears to involve you.

tags/warnings: romance, regency au, class differences, hidden identity/identity porn, aged up characters, eventual smut

Over the course of the ensuing weeks, your certainty only grew worse: you were developing feelings for Lord Shouto.

You sent another letter to Camie, ashamed to tell her that not only had you continued the scheme against her express wishes, but now you were falling for the worst person possible. She wrote back, heartbroken to hear it, demanding once more you put a stop to things before they went too far.

But you couldn’t help yourself. You would never again get time with Lord Shouto–you wanted to revel in it as long as you could.

You reassured yourself that he meant to marry the princess–a rumor that was only growing stronger as the season crept onwards with no hint of a proposal to anyone from his corner–and he meant only to use you as a deterrent to the other scheming misses and matchmaking mothers crowding the parlors and assembly rooms of Musutafu.

You hoped that once your own scheme was uncovered he wouldn’t hold it against you–would understand that you’d liked spending the time with him, but had never desired to trap him in any sort of romantic understanding.

Lord Shouto made things so much more difficult for you by continuing to be so horribly good. He was kind and attentive, and so unexpectedly funny, you couldn’t help but fall harder.

He sought you out many times a week, taking you for several more promenades, insisting on a dance at every ball, and even took you riding in the park. He even let you take the reins when you’d reached an emptier stretch of road where no one might see you driving, showing you how to steer his set of bays and smiling that gentle smile when you got the hang of it and urged them to go faster.

He called several times more, bringing another bouquet of flowers for you–tiny bright jonquils tangled with orange winter cherries, and hedged with short-trimmed ferns–that you managed to squirrel away into your tiny bedroom without the Utsushimis seeing.

He was on your mind so constantly that you found yourself ducking into the haberdashery on an afternoon Miss Uraraka and Lady Asui had invited you out. An idea seized you as you had looked into the window, and you found yourself drawn over to the small selection of handkerchiefs for sale.

You didn’t have much in the way of spending money, sending most of it back to your family, but you had just enough to buy a linen square bordered in a dark blue. Miss Ochako and Lady Asui watched you almost too knowingly as you did.

You worked late into the night that evening, tucked up in your bed with embroidery thread and a book you’d ferreted out of the late Mr. Utsushimi’s study propped open in your lap–a Greek primer, with a tiny section on Ancient Greek. You found that their phonetic system did not align quite so neatly with yours, but you made do, stitching the closest approximation of Lord Shouto’s name in the Greek alphabet–how it might be spelled had he found himself there.

You hoped he would find it fun, and not too silly–-and that he would understand that you had liked him enough to think of him, even when your deception was uncovered.

Giving to him was another matter, however, as you found yourself too shy and girlish on the several occasions you saw him next. It stayed tucked away in your reticule, burning at your wrist.

You finally resolved to give it to him at a dinner party at Lady Cathleen’s, where you might hopefully be able to flee to the other end of the table and not speak to him for the rest of the night. Caroline had informed you that tables were set according to rank, meaning the Utsushimi family would find themselves at the foot of the table, with Lord Shouto all the way at the head.

In preparation, you donned the most secure of Camie’s gowns—which was not saying much—but you felt better for the more protective, higher neckline, the muted blue of its color which would draw little attention your way, for it almost bordered on the drab palette of married women or spinsters. You knew Camie had chosen it for the contrast it would draw to her largest, sparkliest choker of paste jewels, which you carefully ignored in favor of her smallest pendant.

You would be as well hidden as you could manage, at the other end of the table, and with any luck Lady Cathleen would dress her table with elaborately tall candlesticks and floral displays you might duck behind.

In fact, once you thought of it, you were almost certain you could hide Lord Shouto’s gift at the table itself, that you might not have to confront him in person with the full force of both your stupidity and your regard for him. You wouldn’t even need to witness his expression upon its receipt.

It was with that thought that you stuck to the edges of the drawing room as guests crowded into Lady Cathleen’s estate, drawing as little notice as you could. You requested the restroom as soon as you were able, instead sneaking off towards the dining room to scout out Lord Shouto’s place.

Except—as you scanned the head of the table–his place card was nowhere to be found. You knew he was coming–Mrs. Utsushimi hadn’t shut up about it, and besides that, Lord Shouto had told you as much himself. Brow furrowing, you wandered around the table.

A little shocked thrill went through you to see his name next to Camie’s, towards the opposite end of the table he should have been. Camie’s name also had managed to come unmoored from the Utsushimi block that occupied the end of the table, several seats away from Caroline and Mrs Utsushimi.

You wondered at the specificity of the mistake, and then a thought occurred to you.

Well–if there had been a mistake, it only made sense to use it to your advantage.

You quickly tucked your gift under Lord Shouto’s place card, very carefully that it might only be seen once he’d moved it. And then you took your own place card away and carried it down the table to Caroline’s spot. You’d just managed to replace hers with yours when a low voice carried across the room.

“I suppose I should be less surprised to find you in another deserted room.”

You froze, arm still outstretched over Caroline’s seat, your eyes darting up to the entryway. Lord Shouto stood there, looking as preternaturally handsome as ever. The candlelight glinted off the white of his hair, burnishing it gold, and the shadows danced in the hollows of his cheeks, the divot under his full mouth. He was dressed in a dark gray dinner jacket, a cravat tied immaculately at his throat.

He took a step into the room, a white eyebrow raised.

“Lord Shouto,” you said hoarsely, quickly whipping Caroline’s card behind your back. Perhaps he hadn’t seen what you’d been up to. “I—it’s not what it looks like.”

“Then you are not rearranging Lady Cathleen’s seating placards?” he asked in his smooth baritone. He continued into the room, circling the table to you.

A hunted feeling crept over you. “I–it’s funny it should look that way…but I, um…”

Lord Shouto drew closer, leaning in, and a gloved hand touched the place card in your fingers, tugging it gently from your grasp. He glanced down at it, a tiny smile touching his mouth. “You’d not been about to seat Miss Caroline next to me, had you?”

His gaze darted over to the middle of the table where his placard sat, like he’d already known there’d been some mistake with his placement.

Hot embarrassment burned its way through your veins, and you snatched Caroline’s place marking out of his hand. “As a matter of fact, the only empty spot is next to you,” you said, attempting to make your way around him to put it down.

“And that would not be because you had already moved another place card, would it?” Lord Shouto asked mildly, stepping in front of you so that you almost headbutted his chest. You backpedaled wildly, almost tripping over the hem of your gown.

“I—what proof have you?” you demanded, trying your best to sound as though you hadn’t just done exactly that.

Lord Shouto’s smile widened, a rare sight, and it sent a lick of heat right down your spine. You clutched a chair, aware of how stupid it was that a smile was about to send you into a swoon.

Those long fingers reached out and pulled Caroline’s place card from your grip again, and Lord Shouto produced your own, switching your places once more. “The proof that I asked Lady Cathleen to seat me here, with you,” he said simply.

A horde of butterflies exploded in your chest again, and your face went hot.

How could he say things like that so easily? An ask like that was a clear declaration of his favor–something you very much did not deserve, all things considered.

“Your Grace,” you said, in protest.

Lord Shouto’s smile flashed white in the candlelight, a clever half-moon. “It was you who doubted I might reign in my presumption by the end of the season. You should be pleased to find yourself proven right.”

Pleased didn’t quite cover the breadth of emotion you were feeling–embarrassment, guilt, and pleasure all warred with one another in your chest.

“Really, I was doing you a favor,” you insisted, gesturing at Caroline’s place setting. “She is a great conversationalist, and very pleasing to look at.”

“As you have said perhaps hundreds of times,” Lord Shouto acknowledged. “It is just as well I can look at her from across a table.”

You frowned up at him. “I am beginning to think you do not mean to find a wife, as you’d hinted.”

Lord Shouto bent his head so he could lean closer, and your hip bumped the table as you stepped back, nervous with his sudden proximity.

“Then you did take my meaning that day,” he said, his voice low.

Your skin prickled at the layer of intent in his tone.

“And I am only trying to help you now,” you told him. “You’ll get very little mileage out of me as your dining companion, considering I cannot wed.”

“Cannot,” Lord Shouto murmured, as if turning the word over in his mouth.

“Caroline can, however,” you continued as though you hadn’t heard him. “And I understand she is a very desirable match. She’s acquired several admirers, you know, and you won’t want to dally. There is a Mr. Awase who is very keen.”

“You say it as though you are not a desirable match,” Lord Shouto said.

His words were like a thunderbolt, striking through you. The very idea of you as a desirable match!

You laughed, but Lord Shouto’s face did not change, and he pressed even closer, close enough that you found yourself trapped against the table. Lightning zinged in your veins as you registered the heat of him over you, your blood singing with the thrill of a man so close.

“You do not believe so?” he asked. He was close enough that you could feel the exhalation of his words on your mouth.

Your head swam with the ridiculousness of the question, and the press of him so close. You scrounged around for an appropriate ripost, but then Lord Shouto’s face drew even nearer.

Your breath seized in your chest, and you stared silently up at him, heart racing.

Outside, a loud laugh sounded, startling you, and you jumped, almost smacking your forehead into Lord Shouto’s nose.

He dodged neatly, smiling ruefully and stepping away. But there was a light in his eyes like he was strangely satisfied–as though he’d confirmed something.

“We should go, lest we are discovered here, and your reputation compromised,” he said. “You should take your leave first.”

You could tell he meant to prevent you from switching the place settings again once he was gone, and you squinted at him suspiciously. He looked far too pleased with himself, and his smile seemed to grow a fraction wider. It was your observation that his eyes slivered into little crescents when he truly smiled that finally sent you stumbling out of the dining room, your heartbeat tripping over itself.

You found your absence had gone unnoticed when you arrived back in the drawing room, though Lord Shouto’s entrance was intently noted by every single set of female eyes. Several fans came out, flapping back immaculately coiffed curls, and Lord Shouto’s face went politely blank.

You stifled a laugh at his expense.

Eventually you were let into the dining room and you found yourself at Lord Shouto’s side once more. Lady Cathleen’s eyes flickered interestedly over you and tried not to look too strange or suspicious under her attentions.

You were pointedly studying the table linens with avid interest when you felt Lord Shouto stiffen beside you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him draw the handkerchief out from under his place card, and you found you couldn’t lift our eyes to his face, too anxious of his reaction. You adopted a sudden fascination with the centerpiece to your opposite side–until a gloved hand touched yours in your lap.

You startled, almost knocking over your water glass, fingers reflexively seizing on the hand that had touched you.

You glanced up at Lord Shouto as his own fingers tightened on yours, and found him smiling that tiny, private smile of his. His gaze was almost molten in the candlelight.

“I see rearranging the place settings was not your only objective,” he said. There was a touch of pleasure in his voice, so rich and low. The sound made your blood fizz like a bottle of champagne had just been poured down your veins.

His hand shifted, his wrist resting on your thigh, and your breathing went shallow at the feeling of a man’s hand where it had never been before.

“I–you might think it’s silly—” you groped for something to say.

“I can think of no gift I have ever liked more,” he said.

The praise flooded through you in a warm wave of pleasure, and your ears went hot. “I…should like if you would think of me fondly, after this season,” you said.

Lord Shouto’s brows creased, and that full mouth pursed a little in thought. You tried very hard not to think of kissing it.

“You say that as if you do not plan we should ever see each other again,” he said carefully.

A hot stab of panic lanced through you when you realized you’d almost hinted at the dissolution of your scheme. You searched for some response.

“I–there is only one objective to the season,” you said. “After a match is made, I’ll have no reason to return to Musutafu, unless my husband’s estate is at a close enough remove.”

“I thought you did not mean to marry?” Lord Shouto asked. You almost jumped again when a server reached between the two of you to serve the first course–a pale soup swimming with carrots and rice.

Fuck, that was right. You had said you’d not meant to make a match. “Do not worry, Lord Shouto. You are safe from any attempts on your virtue.”

But Lord Shouto did not look at all reassured by this. “Then you do wish to marry?” he asked.

You did not see a way around answering truthfully. “I–well, yes, eventually,” you admitted. You had at least had hopes at one point, before meeting Lord Shouto, before understanding that no other man might ever measure up. Gentry though he might be, you’d never felt as light-headed, as happy, as surprisingly comfortable in another person’s presence.

You had not meant to feel quite like this about him.

“One day, I should like to,” you said, trying not to sound morose. One day, a long time from now, perhaps you would have enough distance that you might once again find the prospect of another man palatable.

Lord Shouto’s gloved thumb smoothed over your knuckles, and you realized you’d still been gripping his hand. You reluctantly let go, but he seemed to feel no need to move his hand.

“One day and the end of this season sound rather distant from one another,” Lord Shouto said.

You stared into your soup to avoid having to look at him, guilt settling heavily in your stomach. “It is complicated,” you said. “All there is to know, my lord, is that I plan this should be my last season in Musutafu. And that I should like you to think of me fondly, as I shall think of you. For all that you seem to insist on dwelling in darkened rooms, you have been a bright spot in this season.”

You pointedly studied the silverware, wanting to start in on your soup to halt conversation, but found that you could not remember how Caroline had instructed you to dine. Was it outward in, or inward out?

Your hand hesitated over the silverware, and Lord Shouto’s finally rose from your lap to press gently to the outward-most spoon.

“It’s this one,” he said, leaning in. “Outward in.”

That smile was back on his mouth, and it felt both private and conspiratorial, somehow. Like you shared a secret, though the only secret you had, really, was the one that he absolutely could not have known.

“Of course…” you said primly, like you’d just momentarily forgotten. But your heart warmed a little with his assistance and you couldn’t help the smile that wormed its way across your face in answer. “Thank you.”

Lord Shouto’s eyes seemed to linger on your mouth for a long moment, before he murmured, “Anything I may give you.”

And for a minute, it sounded like he meant more than just help with the spoon. Like he was offering something much larger, much more secret.

But of course that was nonsense. You waved him off, answering in turn. “You are kinder than you know, Lord Shouto. I will remember that too, always.”

You started in on your soup, feeling Lord Shouto’s eyes lingering on you still.

But for the rest of the evening, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d just had a conversation with him whose parameters you did not truly fathom.

That Lord Shouto knew something he couldn’t.

But it wouldn’t matter, with the season so close so its end. You would just have to last a few more weeks.

Tomura breathes in the cold air the moment he opens the roof door.

Whoever thought that Jin or Iguchi needed more alcohol was insane. Then again, they really should have expected that Toga would spike the punch.

And as entertaining as it was to watch Sako judge their Dabi impressions, the leader just needed a moment.

Next year was minutes away and everything the league and himself have been working towards would be that much closer.

He sighs.

What a pain. He doesn’t understand where all this pressure was coming from. He shouldn't care.

Whether they win or lose the battle, there'll be nothing left for the heroes to salvage anyway.

Still.

He keeps seeing his teammates' faces every time he closes his eyes. Toga and Jin's bouncy demeanor, Dabi’s eye roll, Iguchi's victory shouts, Compress's musical laugh.

And, of course, he couldn't forget-

"Whatcha doing out here, boss?"

Tomura opens his eyes, coming face to face with the number 2 hero.

"Isn't this a busy night for you heroes?"

Hawks shrugs. "Sure. But I'm confident in the others. Plus," the blond tilts his head, "It's almost midnight."

"And?"

The hero smirks. "You know what I want."

Tomura rolls his eyes, but he can't stop the smile growing on his face.

"You think you've earned it hero?"

"I've been very good this year, no?" Hawks laughs, wings fluttering. "Even when I've been bad."

The villain hums.

10

The sound of his teammates counting down startles him a bit and Tomura looks away from the hero, distracted.

9

"Tomura." The other calls to him, voice playful and gentle.

8

The villain turns back to face him and suddenly Hawks is all he sees. Beautiful amber eyes staring at him sp fondly, he surprised his cheeks haven't erupted in flames.

7

"Tomura," the blond asks, "do you want to be my new year's kiss?"

6

"Can't tell if you're brave or stupid," he teases.

5

Hawks smiles. "Little bit of both actually. But that doesn't answer my question."

4

"It sure doesn't, huh. Maybe you should do something about that, hero?"

3

Warm hands cup his face, slightly tilting his head down until he can feel the blond's breath caress his cold lips.

"Tomura, will you be my new year's kiss?"

2

"Yeah," he murmurs, leaning closer, "yeah I will."

1

Fireworks shoot into the sky as a cacophony of celebratory screams ring out around them, but all Tomura can think about is how soft the hero's lips feel against his own.

He shivers as Hawks pressed his body against the cold brick wall.

Tomura opens up under the other, letting the hero explore his mouth until they're both pulling back and panting.

The blond is the first to react with a soft, but self satisfied chuckle.

"Happy New Year, Tomura."

The villain gentle brushes back a stray blond lock behind Hawks' ear. "Happy New Year, Keigo."

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A Drop in the Ocean

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MODERN DAY SCHOOL HEADCANONS (multiple!)

content — okay i've never seen any modern day headcanons so i'm not sure if people will like these but they're funny to make so im gonna do it anyways.

AO'NUNG !

so irritating istg and you're so into it??? he gets on your nerves, but the way he looks at you when you're not looking gives him away completely

him and his friends will bug you any chance they get but not in an unacceptable way. they know better than that, ao'nung would probably kill them

he'll walk you to class knowing his is the opposite way and be waiting outside as soon as the bell rings. it almost makes you wonder if he even went to class

"you can eat lunch with me and my friends today"

you never do bc you have friends of your own of course but that won't stop him from trying

exceptionally good at math and no one acknowledges it since he acts like a damn idiot outside of class

grades???? never down. not if he wants to keep playing basketball bc he would totally play the sport. james told me so himself

you don't go to any of the games bc it's just not your thing, but he did find himself asking at one point and was very surprised to see you in the stands that night

instead of celebrating with his team, he decided to shoot his shot and take you to a local ice cream shop where he FINALLY confessed his feelings

under any other circumstances, you would've thought he was joking, but as i said, his eyes don't lie. you saw the way he looked at you, you were just waiting for him to make a move

cue his friends hooping and hollering when he drags you through the halls with his hand in yours the next day, proud ass smile on his face bc you were finally his he's such a fool

leader of simp nation fr

you two are so cute, complete opposites and everyone adores it

"y/n i think i need help on this problem" "ao'nung you have a high A in math????"

high school sweethearts through and through

NETEYAM !

i wouldn't say he's a goody two shoes but he's still top of his class and would totally be valedictorian or salutatorian or some shit like that

catch him studying in the courtyard during lunch or reading manga bc i KNOW he would

has his airpods in (brent faiyaz is playing)

literally has never said a word to you, but you have met his eyes a couple times in the halls, though he just looks away without a second thought

you made progress with your not-so-temporary crush one time when you asked him for a pencil with a sweet smile on your face and lovesick eyes

he literally laughed in your face and shook his head in amusement before facing the front again, making you realize your pencil was sitting in your hand

you cried tears that night

one day he pulled out a copy of fruits basket and suddenly you're jumping in your seat as you ask him if he's team kyo or not (he is)

you didn't get to talk much before the teacher started her lesson but he did follow you out the door that day, asking what else you're into

baby boy was locked tf in from that moment on

from that day forward, you sat with him in the courtyard, sharing stories and mindless thoughts. he looks forward to that hour every day

wrote his final essay for his ELA class on what it's like being in love with you and it's now framed in your room

you're his first girlfriend so you're pampered on by him. the girls wish they had a bf like yours

asked you out at that same table you two share two months later and you thank natsuki takaya every day for writing fruits basket

kind of a loser but he's your loser bf and you're so deathly in love with him

LO'AK !

you did NOT like this boy

he was so annoying. and not in a cute way like ao'nung was, but genuinely irritating

you've been going to school together since fifth grade so you know him more than you'd like to

you get along well with his sister and it makes you wonder how they're related at all

tries to cross you up in the halls and thinks it's top tier comedy

probably the type to ask you "thot daughter or gay son" in the halls :'(

ended up seeing him outside of school when hanging with kiri where you realized, he's actually a cool kid when away from his friends

he ended up sitting on kiri's fluffy rug with a squishmallow in his lap, invested in your girl talk

isn't as annoying in school after that day and it made him notice how you are more willing to be around him so he does end up maturing a bit more (everyone say thank you yn)

once you had his number, you'll send him a ss of a song you like with no context and the next day, he's giving you his opinion (he loves them all)

his friends try to hang out at school bc they notice he's been straying away and only when he says yes, does he realize how annoying he must've been bc being around them after your calming presence is like being surrounded by barking dogs

walked around with a nba yb book bag all throughout middle school and you make sure to remind him of that

he cringes so bad when you two talk about pre!yn lo'ak

asked you out on a fucking sticky note and got it confiscated by the teacher before you could read it so when the teacher read it out loud, he just shrugged and waited for your answer

you were so humiliated by your soon to be boyfriend but couldn't stop grinning bc he really does keep you entertained

you said yes btw

This was tooooo good !!

neteyam + lo’ak + aonung x na’vi!fem reader

✑ three of em’ are age up, pure smut. MINORS DNI! Reblogs are okay.

✑ both of you or just you are about to cum when they noticed someone is coming so they tried to play it cool and warn you while on it

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❈ Neteyam

The both of you stayed back at the hut, Neteyam fake his illness so he can just have a moment with you. This weeks were horrible for him since he can’t even have a one moment with you without his father dragging him to hunting

“Won’t you hug your legs for me, princess?”

He lick his fingers and slid three inside you, you let out whimper as he finger fuck you again. He really live up to his words when he said that he won’t leave you alone not until he makes you cum ten times

“‘Teyem… I want your cock please”

You look at him with daze eyes and he smirk, about to fuck you with his cock again when he heard noises outside the hut

“Hope his feeling better”

It was his mother’s voice, his eyes drop down at you who is begging already. He let out a growl and told you to sat down beside him, grabbing the cover he use it to cover his whole body and the arm he extended to which he buried his fingers inside you

“This is crazy!” You reasoned out, he suddenly move his fingers inside and made you moan

“Make a noise and I will fuck you in broad daylight”

Was his last warning before his mother came in and he faked a cough

“Y/N! So glad you’re here. Is he feeling any better?”

You were about to answer and Neteyam move his fingers inside in scissor motion causing your breath to hitch

“M-More than ever..”

Neteyam bit his lip to prevent himself on laughing as he felt your glare at him. Ah, how he love to tease you.

❈ Lo’ak

Out in the woods, again. That’s how you and Lo’ak spend most of your leisure time and the both of you really take your time in many good ways

Like how he got you pin on a tree and him pumping his load for the third time now in you, you put your arms around his neck. Placing a kiss on his neck before he hoist you up and began to move again

“Any more than this and I will go crazy, love..”

“And that’s how I like it, c’mon let me hear your voice.”

You press your body towards him as he move, you didn’t even bother being alert around you. Fucking with him outside, it makes you want more.

Lo’ak was moaning with you when he noticed some na’vi in patrol are coming towards where you guys were. He couldn’t stop now, not when you feel so good and chanting his name

“Bit on my shoulde, my love. I will go fast”

He didn’t wait for your response and fasten his pace making you shut your mouth and covering it, your eyes watered and your body began to tremble, Lo’ak let out a hiss when you bite into him and his seed spilled inside you

“Lo’ak? What are you doing in here?”

A na’vi ask him and the man just smiled

“Just taking a walk, y’know away from my father’s nagging”

The na’vi only hum as a reply and excuse himself, Lo’ak parted the leaves that is hiding your body. There you laid, naked. Oh Eywa, his cock is hard again.

❈ Aonung

“Shut up or I won’t let you ever cum!”

Aonung threatened as he went rougher and faster. Your eyes watered, tears threatening to fall and his features immediately soften and have you wrap your legs around his waist. He bend down to kiss you and hush you

“Sorry baby, it’s just the more I hear your voice. The more I want to fuck you rough.”

“So you don’t want to hear my voice?”

You ask and Aonung almost cum when he saw your expression. He flip you, your chest press against the wooden floor of their marui pod. You whimpered when he slid his cock and you can hear the sounds when your skins slap to each other

“Aonung? Mother wants you to meet her..”

Aonung curse under his breath as he stuff two fingers inside your mouth, he moved faster and faster until he spilled his cum inside you not even minding the stinging pain when you bit on his finger

“Tell her I’m coming! I just gotta finish something”

He move away from you and plop down on the side but you crawled towards him, your hands wrapping around his shaft, tongue licking his cock clean. He smirk and caress your face

“Yeah… I gotta finish fucking you until you’re just a dumb bitch just for me.”

YO I LOST THIS BLOG WHEN I LOOKED AWAY AND NOW I CANT FIND IT

Its like the avatar boys in a high school setting and they confess to reader or visa versa if you find it plsssss tag me or send it my way

Also the person page was talking about basketball aonung or something like that

I didn’t even finish it man😫

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.”

No cause you’re so right

Bottom Kuroo just needs to be more of a thing. Please?!?!?!? ANYONE??