Another drabble inspired by the gorgeous artwork by @dragondruk
i'll be honest, this got away from me a little hehe enjoyy <33
"Do you ever regret it?" Zuko's voice was soft in the dead of night.
"What do you mean? Regret what?" You smiled at him.
"Marrying me." He looked at you sadly.
"Why would I regret you?" You laughed, surely this had to be a joke. Right?
He shrugged and curled into the pillows. "I don't know... I just.. you could have done better. Someone who wasn't-" Scarred. He wanted to say but didn't. He knew that you'd know.
Your smile dimmed a bit. "Honey..." You leaned closer to caress his face. His scarred side, specifically. He sighed and looked up at you, letting you touch him. "Why would you ask me something like that?"
Zuko hesitated for a moment then exhaled. "Overheard the staff talking." You raised a brow. "They didn't know I was there- They were just talking."
"And what were they saying?" You asked with confusion. The staff adored Zuko, so it didn't make sense why they'd say anything mean about him. Specially after Ozai and all the ones before, they loved how kind and nice Zuko was.
"Just ... Just how beautiful you are. How in every room, you are the sun." He explained. "And that made me feel like... I'm just not good enough for you. You are beautiful. And I'm... scarred."
You stared at him in shock. "You can't possibly-"
"I do. I- Even in our royal portrait, you are stunning and-" He paused and sighed, planting his whole face into the pillow.
"Sweetheart-" You tried and he whined.
"Everyone probably sees you like you did a charity by marrying me so no other poor girl had be subjected to me." He pouted and turned his face to look at you. That made you laugh. Proper and loud. "Oh- I'm glad my misery brings you joy."
You laughed harder. "It does when the misery is so stupid. Is this really what's been keeping you moping all night?"
"You don't understand-" He mumbled. "You don't see how everyone talks about me."
"Actually- I know exactly how everyone talks about you." You kissed his cheek. "Remember when you got injured in that assassination attempt and the whole palace was distraught? And everyone kept worrying for you? Or how about when the children waited for you outside the gates to give you their drawings for Avatar Day?" You reminded him softly. "Or what about that old lady who walked miles and miles from her village just to thank you personally for rebuilding her hometown?"
"None of that means anything. I'm just doing my job." He frowned but leaned into every kiss you gave him.
"People love you, Zuko. And I happen to love your scars." You smiled, touching his cheek and then his chest. "Both of them."
"You're just saying that..." He looked away, his cheeks turning pink.
"Oh? Then maybe I should make a more assertive point." You giggled and pushed him to lay flat.
"What are you- Oh-" Zuko smiled as you straddled him, his hands settling on your hips. "Well... Maybe I could be convinced." He hummed. "You'll have to make several points, however."
"Several huh?" You mused. "Sounds very serious."
"It is. I need extensive reassurance." He sighed dramatically and his hands dragged down your thighs, only to slip under your robe and go back up again. "Would the Fire Lady be ever so kind to help out?"
"Hmmm perhaps." You pretended to think as you undid his trousers. "What's my incentive?" You cooed at him, rising to your knees while he lifted his hips to help get the garment off.
"How about eternal gratitude from a lowly exiled prince?" He smirked, slowly undoing your robe and watching it slip off your shoulders. "Mhm. Maybe gratitude that could last a few lifetimes." He said, eyeing your naked form greedily.
You laughed and rolled your eyes. He was so easy to make feel better.
"Don't burn the curtains like last time. Or the sheets." You warned him, your hand wrapping around his half hard cock.
"No promises-" He gasped softly and melted underneath you. His hands flexed and rubbed across your thighs, up your waist and on your breasts.
You bit your lip and felt yourself ache in need. Your legs were spread apart over his thighs and you desperately wanted some friction.
"What kind of night is it, my love?" Zuko asked as he sat up slightly to kiss your neck.
That was his way of asking what you wanted. Rough, soft, messy, hard- Anything you'd ask for, he'd give you. He'd give you a hundred times over.
"Soft and gentle." You hummed, giving him a light squeeze. "Definitely soft and gentle." You repeated in a whisper. "So I can show you how much you are adored."
You kissed him deeply, your tits pressed against his chest and both your hands between your bodies as you slowly stroked him to full hardness. You breathed him in as your tongue licked into his mouth and his hands tightened ever so slightly on your hips. He groaned, gently manoeuvring you both so that he was on top.
"How'd I ever get so lucky?" He sighed, kissing his way down, nipping at your skin until he was settled between your thighs. "I should pray more, I think-" He smiled, inhaling your arousal. "And this is the perfect altar."
You laughed, "I was supposed to make you feel better."
"You letting me taste you is a reward," He winked and dove into your cunt.
Licking a thick stripe then swirling his tongue around your clit, he made you gasp and whine so easily. He groaned and the vibrations made you drive your hips more into his mouth. His fingers joined his tongue quickly. Index and middle thrusted in and out of your fluttering pussy. You felt the coil tighten deep in your gut but then suddenly the feeling disappeared.
"What- Why?" You whined, propping yourself up on your elbows.
"I think I need to feel good by feeling you cum around my cock, sweetheart." He rose to his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He then tied his hair up messily and loomed over you. His broad shoulder covered your body entirely so. "Can I?" He purred, rolling his hips so his painfully hard cock rubbed across your pussy.
You bit your lip and nodded, holding onto his shoulders to brace yourself. Zuko wasn't inhumanly long but he was girthy and the stretch was always so delicious.
"Spirits- I missed this-" He sighed, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he slowly inched himself into your wet heat.
"We just- Oh- Yesterday-" Your words mingled together because of his measured thrusts.
"Yesterday was too long ago." His breathed heavily. "And prayers should be offered every day."
Warnings/Tags : Coworker!Au, Jax x Coworker!Reader, Reader is a cashier, Jealous!Jax, Oblivious!Reader, Accidentally flirty!Reader, Territorial!Jax, Linecook!Jax, Touchy!Jax, Established!Situationship, Suggestive moments. Kissing, Heavy Make out, Clothed grinding, Slight dom/sub dynamics, Cursing.
Genre : Fluff, Suggestive, Angst if you squint.
WC : 1.1k
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“Hello! Welcome to Spudsy’s!” Your cheery work voice rang through the restaurant as you greeted the newest costumer that came in. The smell of fried food surrounding the building, the warm fluorescent lights bearing down at you.
An older man entered the restaurant, a confident smile proudly planted on his face. He's not unattractive, but not your specific taste. You smile at him, to be polite. He eyed you up and down before he scanned the menu above your head.
“What can I get for you, Sweetheart?” Your cheery voice still present, as you ask him what he'd want off the menu. Always on your best behavior with customers so your manager, Gangle doesn't get upset with you. Pet names aren't a big deal, it's just being nice.
Jax was in the back, collecting all the dirty dishes so he could prepare for the evening rush. He grumbles as he collects dishes from around the kitchen. Picking them up and setting in a white tub to tote them to the sink. He's about to finish filling up the tub, when he hears the customer's response due to his sensitive rabbit ears.
“Well, baby, are you on the menu?” The customer leaned to get a better look at you. You giggled but shook your head. Jax almost dropped the dishes on the tiled ground. He quickly swung them onto the counter roughly, before making his way to the front. There's practically steam coming out of ears by the time he reaches.
“No. She's not.” Jax’s flat tone could be heard clearly from where he'd come to stand behind you. He was very annoyed, eyeing up the guy, who'd dare flirt with his girl. His hands possessively grabbing your hips, and he glared at the customer. Gangle’s rules be damned. He wasn't about to be nice to this fucking guy.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, bunny boy. Just being nice.” The customer was practically taunting Jax, beckoning him to jumo over the counter and beat the shit out of him.
You gladly accepted the heat from his body. Even leaning against him a little bit, after hearing what the customer said. Your eyes widen in shock, a disgusted look playing at your lips. You're hoping it would keep him grounded.
“What did you just say to me?” Jax all but growls.
“You should go on break.” You turn around and face him, lowering your voice as you speak. “He’s not worth losing your job, We both know I'm yours.” you offer to keep him calm.
“Fine, whatever.” He huffs, but makes sure to press his lips to yours but maintains eye contact with the customer. a sinful like smile playing at his lips when you pull away from in surprise. He didn't even want your coworkers to know you were together, but he's showing off for this random guy. You'd have to yell at him about that later, but your tummy did tingle over his need to stake claim. being wanted can cause a certain kind of heat to stir.
You push him towards the back, face the customer again.
“What would you like to order?”
—
After the customer, you tell Gangle, that you and Jax are on break. Swooping through the back doors where you find him sat on the trunk of his car. His foot is propped on it, and it's thumping, showing his annoyance. While he puffed on a cigarette trying to calm his nerves. He wasn't used to being jealous, jealousy meant that he cared. Perhaps that was true, which troubled him further.
Once he saw you coming out the door, he all but launched himself off the car. Dropping his cigarette he steps on it to put it out, and keeps a steady pace crossing the parking lot towards you.
“Hey, so what w-” you begin to try and start an argument about the kiss by the cash register, but his lips against yours stopped you from saying anything else.
His hands grabbed both sides of your face almost harshly, as he deepened the kiss. You couldn't help moan into the kiss, he took that opportunity to wrap his tongue around yours, like he was chasing it in your mouth. Jax groaned into the kiss pushing you against the harsh exterior of Spudsy's. You whine half from the uncomfortable feeling of the concrete oushing into your flesh from the thin restraints of your uniform.
“Tell me you're mine, again.” He demanded, his eyes boaring harshly into yours. His arms cage you in, as his palms flatten against the walll. Pushing his body fully against yours, pining you to the wall with his towering figure.
He moves to start kissing harshly into the skin of your neck, making your knees go weak when he finds that sweet spot. That feeling is almost doubled when he starts grinding his clothed cock against.
“All yours, Jax, Fuck.” You whined out, basically putty in his hands. You completely forgot you were even at work, your desire blurring reality. All you knew is just that you need him.
“Jax, please, m all yours, please.” You don't even know what you're saying, you just know you're blind with the feeling of him. You could feel him smiling against your skin, a chuckly groan deep from within his chest. He comes back to envelope your lips with his, and your hands move up to wrap around his neck. Surrounding yourself completely with him, but it still wasn't enough.
“Fuck,” Jax breathes out as he separated from you, pressing his forehead against yours. He stopped the grinding, and the kissing. he doesn't miss the barely above a whipser whine of disappointment that falls from your lips.
A huge smile takes over Jax’s face as he closes in on you again. Towering over you as you back up against the wall, you were giggly and nervous. He just made you feel so good, it took you away.
“Pretty little thing, you would have just let me fuck you right here, wouldn't you?” One of his hands coming to grip your chin, not allowing you to look away from him.
“Where anyone could have seen us? naughty girl.” He clicked disappointedly at you, obviously just trying to rile you up, and it was working.
“Hmph, stop.” you whined, trying to look anywhere but at him. He just chuckled darkly.
“Cute.” He let you go, backing up a few steps. goving you some breathing room, so you could ground yourself again. He walked passed you and lightly smacked your ass, “gotta get back in there.”
Warnings: Smut(18+), riding, bit of dry humping, teeth licking(TRUST ME, ITS HOT.), jax is acting like a rabbit in heat, someone give him a rabies shot or smh i dunno, kinda brat!reader
Summary: Guess who got back into TADC (fell first seeing the pilot when it came out tho LMAO)
Jax, could never hide anything with his tail.
He tried, of course he tried - but the little purple nub betrayed him every time.
Laying flat and twitchy when he lost a bet.
Flicking like a metronome when he was happy or plotting.
And right now, as you climbed into his lap straddling him - his tail wagged and it made you smile knowingly.
“Gonna ruin that reputation of yours” you whispered lowly, you could feel the hard line of his cock beneath you. Not that youhad any intention of stopping of course. The way his gloved hands tightened on your hips suggested he wouldn’t let you stop anyways.
“They think you’re so tough” you purred as you grabbed the strap of his overalls “And they're right” he said, but the words came out ragged. His pupils twitched briefly, as if he was thinking about something.
His teeth were bared in his signature grin, and his ears jerked up. It made you want to devour him whole “Just don’t tell ‘em about the tail and we'll be fine” he warned.
You dragged your nails up his chest, mapping the soft lavender fur. You leaned in to lick at the seam between his teeth in his toothed grin. He sighed, low and shaky.
''And what if I tell them? What would the silly little rabbit man do?'' you purred. You rocked your clothed pussy against his crotch. The friction making you ache.
His tail wagged harder in contentment.
He’d told you once, in one of his rare honest moments, that he can't help it. He blamed it on “instincts”. He said it as a joke, but his voice betrayed him.
The tail showed his feelings, it gave away the things he’d never admit to. So now, as you lined him up and sank down, he couldn't help the wagging and twitching of his tail.
You felt tight around him, and he felt big, stretching you open for him. His fingers latching so hard you knew he’d leave marks to look at in the morning.
You braced your palms on his shoulders and set a fast, sloppy rhythm. You were grinding down helplessly until you lost your breath in little helpless sounds.
Jax was panting, and when you glanced down you saw his eyes -those lazy, lidded eyes blown black and wild. His pupils so wide you could see yourself reflected in them.
“Fuck, baby” he said, voice shivering “Keep going. Just like that, yeah” he put his hands around your waist loosely.
You moved faster, bouncing on his cock. His tail a purple blur behind his back. It was so stupidly adorable you almost forgot how good he felt, but then he shifted his hips and hit a spot that made you see stars. You fell forward with a moan. Hands digging into his fur, rutting against him like you'd die if you stopped.
The mattress creaked. He met you thrust for thrust, and his leg started to thump. It startled you at first. His leg bounced all frantic and involuntary, like he’d lost control of every part of himself to lust.
He looked at you, face going slack, lips parted in a snarl that was all pleasure, and you realized he really had lost it. The mean, cocky bastard falling apart under you.
“C’mon” he growled, his ears went flat against his head as he thumped his heel against the floor.
He felt helpless and oh-so-needy.
“Oh- fuck-!” He pulled you flush to his chest, rutting up into you so fast you didn't know it was possible.
And then his whole body locked up, tail wagging out a final, pitiful stutter. You felt him pulse inside you, the warmth flooding you, and that was all it took.
You shook when your orgasm crashed over you. You clawed at his back, desperate for more of him, for all of him.
When the aftershocks passed, you slumped against his shoulder, sweat slicking your hair to your temple. Jax stroked your thigh with a shaky hand. His tail still now, he felt content.
You snickered, dizzy “So you really do thump your leg.”
He looked at you, ears flicking up ,,And who the fuck told you that?''
I don't have a taglist for TADC, so do we want one??
Synopsis: Michael rented out a petting zoo for the two of you to go to. When you saw Michael petting the deer, you couldn’t help but see a resemblance that led to a new nickname
A/N: Hi! 😋this is my first time writing smut, so hopefully the uncountable amounts of smut i’ve read over the years will help me… this was extremely embarrassing to write…written with bad!michael in mind but any era works! I figured out how to make the three picture banners look like other peoples finally yippee!!
word count:1.2k
tags: subby!crybaby(kinda)!michael(we need more please), softdom!reader, little plot, p in v, riding, oral (m+f receiving), face sitting, dry humping if you squint, edging, established relationship, kissing after oral, overstimulation, unprotected ,18+ so minors beware! if i missed anything tell me! kinda short sorry ☹️
Michael finally had an off day, and you had been wanting to go to a local petting zoo with him for a while. So when you finally got the chance to, Michael immediately rented out the entire zoo so you could have peace and quiet alone.
You walked through all the exhibits, seeing the llamas, alpacas, goats, sheep, and many more while Michael told you random facts about them until you finally got to the back. You and Michael checked the pamphlet you got at the front of the zoo to see what was there. The deer exhibit was up next and as soon as you got to it, Michael ran towards them before slowing down when he got closer. The main reason you wanted to come was because you knew Michael loved animals, and you could see him smile and take his mind off the stress of his life.
“Aren’t the deer here so cute, baby?” Michael’s voice rang out as you caught up to him. He was petting one of the fawns and they were both looking up at you, and something crossed your mind. “Michael,” you said while crouching on the opposite side of the fawn and petting its back. “Has anyone ever told you how much you resemble a deer?” Michael’s eyes widened as his cheeks flushed. “No, do I really?” You laughed at the expression on his face. “Yeah really! Maybe I should start calling you Bambi..” You mumbled that last part half joking. “Bambi..?” Michael repeated as he blushed more. “What? Do you like the nickname, Bambi?” You dragged out the nickname while leaning in as Michael got even more flustered and covered his face with his hands. “It’s getting late, let’s go now.” Michael said quickly as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the entrance like something suddenly started to bother him.
-at home-
You walked out of the bathroom in your pajama set into your bedroom to see Michael fidgeting with the cover while deep in thought. “Hey Mike, is everything ok?” You ask worriedly as you crawl into bed. Michael looked up towards you and smiled. “Yeah, angel.” You smiled back as you leaned in and kissed him. It started slow but got more heated as Michael pulled you onto his lap. You got the memo and ground down onto him as he whimpered. “Is this why you were in such a rush to leave the Zoo, honey?” You whispered in his ear, sending shivers through his body. You heard Michael let out a sound of slight disappointment. “Michael? Did I do something wrong?” Michael shook his head. “No! No, never. I was just..you know, wondering if you could call me that nickname you made for me earlier?” He asked shyly as he looked up at you. You knew exactly what he was talking about, but you decided to play naive. “Nickname? Do you mean Mikey?” Michael whined as you laughed “Come on, Mike. You know i’ll give you what you want, you just gotta say it.”
Michael nervously played with the hem of his shirt before shakily asking “Can..you call me bambi again?” You smiled down at him, caressing his face. “Of course, my sweet bambi..such a good boy..” You cooed as you pulled your shirt off. As soon as it was off, Michaels eyes were stuck on the newly exposed skin. You weren’t wearing a bra so you were an even bigger distraction. “What a gentleman you are” You teased as you grasp Michael’s jaw and shake his head lightly before taking his shirt off. You lean down to kiss his neck as Michael sighs softly. You kiss down his neck, to his chest, then down his stomach.
“Lift your hips for me, bambi.” You murmured barely above a whisper. After Michael obeyed, you pulled his pants and briefs down. Once his already hard dick was freed, you licked from the bottom of his shaft to his tip, making him cry out as he bucked his hips. You sucked on his tip lightly while holding his hips down before taking his entire length down your throat. His whimpers and moans made you clinch around nothing. “Oh yes, oh god, just like that!” Michael whimpered, throwing his head back. “ I’m so close, I’m..I’m-“ Just as you felt Michael begin to twitch in your mouth, you pulled off of him, making Michael desperately whine and buck his hips, trying to chase the feeling. “Oh, angel, why’d you stop? I was..I was right there!” You got up and off the bed and took your bottoms off before leaning in to kiss Michael’s forehead. “Be patient for me, ok? You’ll cum sweetie.” You mutter sweetly as you begin to cradle Michael’s face with your thighs. “Just be good for me.”
You lowered yourself on Michael’s face and threw your head back at the feeling of his nose rubbing your clit. Michael pulled you down closer to his face as he desperately lapped at you. When you reached behind you to jerk Michael off, the whines and moans Michael let out sent vibrations to your cunt, making you let out cries of your own. You quickly felt your climax arriving and when it did, you felt Michael buck at the feeling of your essence covering the lower part of his face. It was muffled, but you heard Michael begin to whimper about getting close to cumming. Just as that familiar twitch began, you let go of him. Michael started sobbing as you got on your knees to move down his torso. When you looked at his face, you saw that it was wet with not only you, but his tears as well. “Oh, poor baby..” You said with sweet condescendence as you leaned in to kiss him. “I’m so mean, aren’t I?” He surprisingly shook his head “No! The sweetest..” He says between sobs “So good to me, I love you angel” The words made your heart melt. You smiled as you finally lined Michael up with your entrance and sat down on him.
You and Michael moaned as you started moving with a steady rhythm. You leaned down to pepper kisses on Michael’s face as he whimpered and cried. “I’m sorry! I’m..I’m close!” Michael whined, burying his face in your neck. “Already? you’re acting like I just edged you twice or something.” You teased as Michael glared up at you. “It’s ok, sweet boy, I’m..close too.” You whimpered shakily. You sped your pace up, making the frequency and pitch of Michael’s moans go up. The orgasm washed over the both of you like a tsunami. You twitched as you rode your orgasm out before you crashed onto the bed beside Michael. You were both out of breath, chests heaving and sweating before you looked over at each other and laughed.
You reached over to the right edge of the bed and into bedside drawer and pulled out some towels, and then into the cooler beside the drawer to get water. You and Michael started keeping these things beside the bed for aftercare after your first time together left the both of you too tired to get up. “You know baby,” You started as you wiped the sweat off of Michael’s forehead and handed him a water bottle. “I was thinking about calling you bambi for a while. but I was to embarrassed to bring it up. I thought you’d thing it was weird.” Michael took a sip from his water bottle before laughing. “Oh angel, I could never even imagine calling you weird.” You smiled warmly before leaning down and kissing him “I love you bambi” “I love you too”
this was so bad😭 but anyways NEW BOUND FOR LIFE CHAPTER TOMORROW!!! YAYYY!!!!
contains: thriller!era mike, semi-fluff, smut (minors dni), cunnilingus, edging, teasing, michael being a freak, michael being mean, michael keeping your panties bc again he’s a FREAK, proofread, uhhh first post what’s up
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bestfriend!michael who you’ve been by his side before everything got loud, before his name was in every conversation. You were easy to find whenever his world got too overwhelming, being brought back to a relaxed state from just your presence alone. He’s been the same for you, always knowing when you need a distraction from your own problems simply from taking one look at you. It’s a silent language you both speak.
bestfriend!michael who sometimes wonder what he did in his past life to be blessed with a best friend who’s patience and understanding is out of this world, where you never argued when he couldn’t squeeze hanging out with you in his already busy schedule. It’ll at times be weeks since the last time you saw him, but your guys bond is still held strong. His schedule is out of his control, you can’t change that even if you tried. However, on days he can’t visit, he’ll never end the night without hitting up your line to chat about each other’s days before sleep hits the both of you.
bestfriend!michael who’s close friendship he had with you made you hear the same question be asked to you over the years.
“Are you guys anything more?”
You remember the first time hearing something similar, when you guys were only kids. Your older sibling teasing you, asking if that’s your new boyfriend, and you still remember your reaction. You immediately shook your head with a grossed out expression, responding with giggles: “No, never!”
Now? You don’t know if you can say the same answer.
Over time, you felt your eyes lingering a little longer than necessary. Heading into your guys’ early 20s, you started to notice things that undoubtedly left your cheeks flushed. When did his mindless touches to your shoulders, hands on waist to move past you, or ruffling your hair to be an ass leave you holding your breath? When did him sitting next to you during your guys many movie nights at home have you fighting the urge to scoot a little closer, so close your fingertips would graze his resting on the cushions, longing for his touch?
When did your eyes had a mind of its own as it traveled down to his soft lips as he spoke to you, thinking of what it would feel like if you closed the distance between his and yours?
And when are you going to start to realize he’s been having those same thoughts about you as well?
bestfriend!michael who for the past few weeks has been driving you crazier than you would like to admit. There’s been a shift in your guys’ dynamic, starting to pick up hidden intentions in Michael’s actions and words.
A swipe of his thumb to get rid of a crumb sticking too close to your lip when you guys grabbed lunch, ignoring the fact that there are plenty of napkins to instead offer on the table.
Catching his eyes on you through the living room mirror you’re using to fix up your appearance, not missing the way they check every curve on your body as quick as he thinks he’s being.
Being Invited to join him during an event, a fun first time experience for you that he’ll happily make happen. You missed the way his breath caught in his throat when you came down the steps after an hour of getting ready, your gussied up appearance a sight he’s never seen before until now. You caught yourself at a nearby mirror and overthinking thoughts started to flood your mind, asking out loud to yourself if you should change something up about your hair or wear a completely different dress.
“You look gorgeous.”
You slowly peered over your shoulder, how naturally the compliment rolled off his tongue like he’s been meaning to say it for the past few minutes. He’s quick to play it off after how you reacted, rolling his eyes. “Is that what you wanted to hear? Now c’mon, we’re gonna be late.”
He’s testing that best friend label you guys have, and he isn’t careful anymore about it. Now he’s just waiting when you’ll join in.
bestfriend!michael who sits at his desk, writing lyrics for his new album the second it comes to him and crumbling up any that doesn’t sit right with him anymore. Doesn’t matter he just got back from the studio almost an hour ago, back to working in his room as his mind is still racing with ideas that could or could not work. He isn’t alone, you sitting on the bed as his company for the night. You insisted on coming over, not caring to hear how he’ll still be working and it would be boring to stick around, to visit another time.
Michael places a few papers onto the bed without ever looking. “Tell me your thoughts on those.” You go to pick them up, reading each line with a small smile on your face. It was your favorite how much Michael values your opinion on things he does in his life, being the first he comes to for advice. One of them being his lyricism, knowing you won’t hold back on your thoughts if they rhyme or if they’re too cheesy.
One line made you giggle quietly, but he heard it nonetheless. He looks over, eyebrows knit together. “What?”
You shake your head, having your hand cover your smile that threatens to grow. “Nothing, nothing, just— ‘girl I can thrill you more than any ghoul would ever dare try?’”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Find it hard to believe, is all.” It wasn’t uncommon for you two to mess with one another, it comes with being best friends with anyone. That’s how you would’ve excused your response, but it was a clear attempt to start something. Something that goes beyond being playful with one another.
He raises an eyebrow, standing up to snatch the papers out of your hand with a scoff. “Oh yeah?” First butterfly to flutter in your stomach. “It’s okay, wasn’t expecting you to, anyways.” He finishes saying with his back towards you again, stacking his papers all neatly.
“Oh good, because we’d be here all day.”
You saw him stop stacking, perking his head up. He not only faced you again, but walked over till his knees bumped the edge of the bed.
You saw a glint in his eyes that made the butterfly in your stomach to flutter a second time.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re wanting me to prove you wrong.”
Oh, was it that obvious?
Your mouth went dry, staring up where Michael stands who doesn’t even look like the best friend you’ve grown up with. Someone who looks like they’ve been holding back their desires that’s been getting too loud inside of them the second your guys’ closeness took a shift. Someone who’s been clinging onto strength that gets thinner each passing day they set their eyes on you.
Someone who’s been waiting for the other to grant them permission this entire time.
“I’d say prove me wrong, Mike.”
bestfriend!michael who for the past three minutes has his lips travel all across your skin besides where you want it to land the most, feeling his smile due to every squirm and whine you can’t hold back.
He scatters the gentlest kisses down your neck, starting from a sensitive spot he discovered behind your ear, leaving nips in between then soothes it with his tongue. You had your neck craned to the side, giving him as much room as you could allow to paint your skin in hickeys like a blank canvas, hickeys you won’t find yourself worrying to conceal until the very next morning.
Until you squirmed again, lolling your head back forward to catch his lips with yours in another desperate attempt. He once again denies, a soft chuckle at your face screwing up in frustration.
“Please, Mikey..” His nickname that you’ve claimed for him since you were kids leaves your lips, and he couldn’t help but to fully pull back with a more audible laugh, rubbing his thumb across your cheek.
He goes to lean in, having you believe he’ll finally kiss you, but his lips just stops short from yours with a smile. “I hear ya, girl.”
Michael has the kisses go lower, and lower, immediately making you forget being mad at him again for denying your lips to meet. It travels down the valley of your chest, one of his hands bunching up the fabric of your shirt so it can smoothly continue down to your stomach. He revels in every shiver he pulls out of you, every squirm, every soft moan you try so hard to resist to but fail miserably. You didn’t want to prove his point this quickly, too stubborn for your own good sometimes. And he knows this, so he’ll spare you the embarrassment and won’t comment on your little noises until much later.
You feel a gentle tug at the waistband of your pants, but it was to only grab your attention. You pick your head up to meet his eyes, who’re silently asking for permission. You nod, a little too eager, and he hooks his thumbs underneath to slide them all the way down.
You feel the cool air hit your damp panties, tinted pink rising to your cheeks at the realization settling in on how wet you’ve been since this started, especially just from him kissing all over you. You see him bite the bottom of his lip, holding back a tease, starting to slowly disregard the cloth that loosely stands between him and your cunt.
You caught from your half-lidded eyes him pocketing the material, but you don’t get a chance to comment as he lets his breath fan against your cunt, causing your hips to jerk up. He holds your legs open, fingers digging into your skin unapologetically.
He covers the inside of your thighs with bite marks, aiming to have you jump each time his teeth caught skin, then soothing the slight pain with his tongue. You truly couldn’t wrap your head around in the situation you’re in right now, how this all unfolded with innocent banter. Or so you’d like to excuse it as being and nothing more…
You were barely given any time to grab a fistful of his hair the second he stopped the bites and pressed his mouth to your soaked cunt, grip on your thighs now bruising. A broad, heavy stripe is licked up the length of your cunt before he takes your clit into his mouth and rolls it hard between his lips.
There’s nothing slow in the way he devours you, a complete contrast to his kisses earlier before. It’s seeping with hunger he’s been carrying for days, longtime yearning, and need. Every sound he makes against your cunt is shameless, has you tugging and gasping but he never relents for a second.
His tongue fucks into you, and you tried to chase for more, hips going to grind up into his mouth. However, he responds by tightening his hold, thumbs digging harder into your thighs to hold you down. Never giving you an inch of space to breathe, having you take every tight swirl of his tongue on your pearl, every deep suck that pulls cries from your throat you never thought you could make until now.
In the midst of his tongue working rough, precise strokes, his nose starts to nudge juust right against your clit that has your hand slip from his hair to now twist into the sheets. His eyes fluttered open to look at the way you let out a choked moan, legs trembling on either side of his head, and he knew what it did to you.
“Fuck, you’re—“ but the words barely formed as you get lost into another breathless gasp, Michael nudging his nose more firmly up against your clit with purpose this time.
The pleasure starts to blur into something more sharper, every muscle in your body seizing tight as the world narrows to the heat of his mouth, taking you to what you think will be the rush of your orgasm.
But it abruptly stopped. The heat of his mouth no longer swarming your cunt, instead met back with the coolness of the air. You snap your eyes open, hips still chasing for a feeling that’s been long snatched away. You have yourself be propped up lazily with your elbows, greeted with a shit-eating grin you so badly wanted to slap right off of him.
“W-What is wrong with you?” You spatted, every nerve on your body feeling like it’s on fire from the intense edge you just had to endure.
Michael wipes your slick clean off from his mouth with the back of his hand, the calmness written all over his face in regards to your frustrated one almost laughable if anyone else were in the room.
“Now, what were your thoughts on that lyric again?”
pls write another neteyam x metkayina reader where he calls her mama it’s soooo good i need 1000 more omg
say it again
aged up!neteyam x fem!metkayina reader
warnings: fluff, kissing, suggestiveness if you squint but more romantic if anything, neteyam being the king he is but what’s new?, reader folding just like all of us & that’s abt it
summary: neteyam’s new pet name sends you into a frenzy, what girl wouldn’t go crazy?
authore’s note: nete calling his girl ma/mama is canon bc i said so (im his girl btw), yall can think of this as a part 2 of ‘first for everything’ or this being a completely different scenario it don’t matter!
i hope you enjoy this anon! <3 shorter than what i usually write but i decided not to be horny for once and keep it cute
It was a beautiful day in Awa’atlu
The ocean breeze blossoming in the air while the waves clashed against the shore in sync
The rocks glistening from the water as the sun flashed against them — a reminder that the day was bright
You usually sat alone, observing your home with adoration from afar. Taking in the environment around you. Basking it all in
Only this time you didn’t have to be alone anymore
“Isn’t it peaceful?” a small smile perched on your lips as you looked over to your boyfriend
His yellow eyes slightly wrinkling from the smile on his face as he looked in front of the two of you — his head nodding
You giggled at his loving gaze towards the view, deciding to tease him you used your tail to playfully slap against his back
He let out a dramatic gasp before turning towards you, getting off the rock and dipping his body in the water
“So it’s like that?” he grabbed onto your waist before bringing you in the water with him
“No! Ah! no I’m sorry” your protests were heard upon deaf ears as Neteyam playfully tackled you in the water
You tried holding onto him the best you could, the laughs escaping from your mouth causing you to lose your balance
His arm slippery from the water had a loose grip against you and you deemed it the perfect time to escape his grasp — a quick victory dance in success
Playfully, you stuck your tongue out him “You can’t get me”
He smiled at you, watching the scene in front of him as you thought you were getting out of this or won
“You’re lucky you’re cute” he pointed his finger at you, moving it up and down in front of your body
“You love me” you smiled cheekily wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your chest firmly against his
“Yeah, I do” his voice lowered as he stared at you — his pupils dilating as he took in your beauty
From your curls all the way down to your padded tail. He admired you, he adored you and yeah he loved you
“How much?” you poked at him playfully
“A lot” he matched your actions
“I love you more”
“I love you most”
“Umm, no? I love you most” you rolled your eyes
“Yeah?” he quirked his eyebrow bone with a smirk
“Yes” your arms crossed over your chest as you sized him up
“Come here then” his smirk never leaving his face as he motioned for you to come closer
You slowly closed the distance between the both of you — pressing your lips against his. Your lips moving in sync as you engaged in a passionate kiss
You loved kissing Neteyam. It was the way he spoke with his lips, he didn’t need to use words. The effort that went to it spoke for him. Always knowing what to do, when to do it and how it should be done
He drove you crazy
Your bottom lip gliding against his top lip. Chasing after each other as if you weren’t right where you wanted the other. A fight for dominance with your tongues was quickly played out. He placed his hand around your neck gently — tilting your head slightly to have more access in your mouth
You hummed against his lips before stopping your movements. Your eyes opened as you awkwardly watched him keep going before you quickly pulled away
“What? What’s wrong, did I hurt you? I’m so-” you cut off his rambling before gripping his hand and leading him out of the water
“I almost forgot! How could I forget?” your voice raising in octave as you said the second part more to yourself
“Forget what? Baby- please don’t fall” he laughed at your random zoomies
“Neteyam stop talking we have to go” you whined using all of your strength to drag him with you as finally reached the sand
You wanted to take him to a secluded part of the island. Since he was from the forest, you wanted to help him keep in contact with his home. A comfort space for him. For the both of you. The day going by so quick you almost forgot about this little surprise you had planned
“I’m not going anywhere relax mama” he traced the lower part of your back as he helped you keep your balance against him
Your ears perked up at the foreign name, here he goes again
Neteyam had this habit of calling you all sorts of pet names. You found it cute and loved when he did it. Sometimes they were familiar, and other times they weren’t
This time it wasn’t
He had a habit of calling you… sky people pet names sometimes. Assuming he picked it up from the ones he was around, you didn’t pay it any mind. You knew he never meant any harm
Every time he called you this one, it made your ears twitch while your heart beat would pick up embarrassingly fast
Choosing to ignore this, you continued “Let’s go! I want you to see it before eclipse”
And with that you dragged him the entire way there
Once you got closer, you turned around to face him — a smile plastered on your face
“Okay Nete, close your eyes. No peeking!” you ushered him to close his eyes, he shook his head with a smile before following
You guided him by his waist carefully so he didn’t lose his balance. The flowers surrounding the spot creeping into your eye view with each step. The smell of the faint beach in the distance getting farther as the smell of sweet soil filled the atmosphere
“Where we goin’?” the smile on his face never leaving “It’s a surprise!” you giggled at his anticipation
You abruptly stopped making Neteyam halt his steps as well. With one final smile you whispered to him “We’re here”
He slowly removed his hands — a small gasp leaving his lips as his mouth hung open
“Surprise!” you looked at his expression
The secluded spot was.. beautiful
With the sun setting in the background the glows of orange and pink bounced off of it. A gorgeous halo illuminating all around it. The plants and flowers blossoming happily. The trees tall and hung with fresh fruits dangling off of them
“I know you miss home” your voice lowered as if you were scared of disrupting him “you don’t talk about it but I know you do. Sooooo, I wanted to bring it to you”
He was quiet for a minute — a minute too long as you waited for a response
Only to be met with a rush of his adrenaline as he yanked you up from the ground. Placing you right into his arms
“I love it” his excitement shown as he twirled the two of you around. You laughed “You do?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” he pressed quick kisses all over your face between each chant
Your eyes glossed with happiness. Happy to make your man so happy and give him a piece of comfort after everything that had happened
He placed you down gently — not letting you go as if you would fly away
“It’s so beautiful here” your eyes wandered around the scene infront of you, not having seeing so much green in your life before
“You’re so beautiful” his eyes lidded — while you admired the view. He admired you
A warmth crept up to your cheeks, your turquoise cheeks turning into a visible lavender
You rolled your eyes playfully “Shut up, show me how to make those pretty flower tops your mom and sisters wear”
“Bet” he winked giving your butt a playful squeeze
After a playful hassle, the two of you were sat on the ground with all the supplies you needed to make the top. Grabbing a few extras to gift to the girls in his family and even your friends
“Okay, you take it like this and you weave from here. Got it?” he explained slowly to make sure you grasped it
“How many girl taught you this huh?” you teased with a small smirk
A low whistle left his mouth as he tilted head with a smirk “Shiit, more than I can count” he playfully observed his hands
Your smile fell as you smacked his chest making him immediately surrender
“Baby, Baby I’m just messing with you” he placed soft kisses all over your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you
“I’ll kill you” you threatened using your knife to point at him
He bit his lip, looking you up and down before putting his hands up “Y’know I’d die a happy man”
“Mhm” you hummed before going back to your task, cutting the stems off the flowers
Neteyam shifted beside you — closing the already small distance between you as his body consumed yours. His arms wrapping around you as he sat behind you
He watched your every move intently, the way your muscles contracted with every cut and slice you made. The tip of your tongue slightly poking out as you concentrated hardly
“I love you, only you” he blurted placing kisses all over you backside
You hummed — not completely satisfied with his words. He took note of that and decided to turn it up a bit
His large hands, firm but gentle caressed your thighs slowly. You fought everything in you to not melt, but your facade was gonna fall shortly
“You’re the only girl for me mama, y’know that” his voice husked in your ear, wet kisses placed all over your neck as he reassured you
That nickname slipped out his lips again, your tail wagging back and forth as your head fell back slightly
“The only girl I ever want, so pretty. My pretty baby. I love you so much mama” he hugged your body while he planted a kiss on your ear lob
Suddenly you jerked up, stopping all of his advances
“Are you-” the sight of your face cutting him off as you looked flushed
“That name you keep saying-” you whispered, his eyes narrowed slightly “Which one..?”
“Mama” the word feeling foreign on your tongue as you forced it out
“Oh! Do you not like it? I won’t call you that anymore if you don’t like it, I’m sorry I should’ve asked or-” his cheeks heated with embarrassment as his ears pressed back against his head
“No” your voice firm, you shook your turn fully turning your body towards his
His mouth opened to speak again before your body took over and you moved on top of him, sitting on his lap with a smile
“I like it” you looked at him — placing your hands on his shoulders to massage them gently “in fact, I love it”
His eyes widened slightly at your sudden demeanor, taking him slightly by surprised. He didn’t know what he was doing to you but seeing you like this made him wished he realized sooner
“Oh yeah?” his canines poking out as he licked his lips “Yeah” you nodded with your head titled
“Say it again” you whispered in his ear — your tone slightly needy as a pant left your mouth
His breath hitched before he grabbed ahold of your waist bringing you down to the mossy ground with him “C’mere mama”
A gasp left your lips as you two were now on the ground, placing your lips on his hungrily as you were now in a heated makeout session…
(n)sfw || Neteyam x Metkayina!Reader (Tonowari’s daughter)
⤷ ゛Perfect son of the great Toruk Makto accidentally wanders too far, sees you during a Metkayina clan ritual, and forgets how to breathe all over again ˎˊ˗
wc. 1.2k
content warning. no explicit sexual content. borderline erotica but not smut. voyeurism. vaguely-made-up metkayina ritual bathing called Moon-Wash. intense pining. aged-up Neteyam being a literal menace to his own self-control. primal/territorial thoughts.
summary. Years after surviving the gunshots that would’ve killed him, Neteyam Sully has become the man his father always wanted him to be — disciplined, and destined for leadership. But he has a secret he’s kept since the day he first touched the sands of Awa’atlu: he is utterly, devastatingly obsessed with the Olo'eyktan's eldest daughter.
a/n. Trope: Neteyam Survived and He’s Thirsty. We all know he’s the responsible one, but even the best warriors have their breaking point. In Neteyam’s case, he’s absolutely losing his mind over you.
The night air in the Metkayina village is a heavy, humid velvet, smelling of salt-grass and the cooling reef. Neteyam moves along the high-woven walkways with a silence that is purely Omatikaya: a shadow drifting through the indigo light.
The bioluminescence of Awa’atlu at night is a soft, pulsing heartbeat of cyan and indigo. Neteyam, now a man grown with the broad, scarred shoulders of a warrior and the heavy mantle of a future leader, moves through the high woven walkways with the silence of a forest breeze.
He pauses, his hand instinctively ghosting over the faint, puckered star of a scar just above his ribs — a reminder of the day the sea nearly claimed him. But Eywa had been kind. He had survived the battle, and the years of reconstruction that followed.
He has lived to grow taller year by year, to see his brother find his path, and to find not only Lo’ak’s but his own heart anchored to the reefs. He has spent those years being the "Golden Son," the anchor for his family and the leading example of discipline for his siblings.
He remembers the very first day they arrived on these shores, dripping with salt and desperation. While Lo’ak had been busy playing it cool when Tsireya came to the surface, Neteyam stood rigid behind his father, his gaze locked on you — the Olo’eyktan’s eldest daughter, the one who carries the weight of Metkayina’s future with the serene, lethal grace that reminds him of a mermaid.
He had felt lightning strike his heart then, but he had actively tried his damnest to bury it deep. He had to be the responsible one. He had to keep Lo'ak in check, keep Tuk safe, and prove to the Metkayina that the Sullys were not a curse.
He had spent years averting his gaze whenever you’d arrive in his line of vision, suppressing the way his pulse jumped when you spoke. But tonight, the "responsible son" he thinks he is, is losing the war against himself.
He is the oldest son of Toruk Makto; he is disciplined, the Golden Boy who returned from the brink of death to lead.
And he really shouldn't be here.
He doesn’t mean to be near the private grottoes carved into the great roots of the mangrove trees. He knows this place is reserved for the female members of the Metkayina Clan, he learned it the hard way when he was on the receiving end of Ronal’s scolding, the Tsahik shooing all the boys: as well as Lo’ak, Ao’nung and Rotxo away when they played too close.
The scent hits him first: crushed sea-lilies and the sweet, metallic tang of oils. It’s mixed with your scent. And then his feet move of their own accord, drawn by a gravity he can no longer resist.
He stops. His breath hitches, his lungs stalling in his chest.
Through the swaying fronds of sea-fern, he sees the infamous ritual reserved only for Metkayina women of high status, the Moon-Wash.
He sees you.
You are standing waist-deep in a pool of heated seawater, the surface shimmering with glowing plankton that swirl around you like fallen stars.
Your attendants — clan sisters and healers who honor your rank — pour bowls of bioluminescent water over your shoulders, they cling to your skin like liquid diamonds.
Neteyam watches, his golden eyes dilated, as something is dragged slowly over the curve of your shoulder.
He tracks the way the water sluices down your teal-hued frame. It highlights the finned ridges of your forearms and the broad, graceful sweep of your paddle-like tail as it swishes beneath the surface.
When you turn, the moonlight catches the swell of your chest, rising and falling with deep breaths. The bioluminescent dots along your collarbone — dots he has memorized from afar for years — glow a fierce, steady green in the darkness. In the chilly night air, he sees the lighter, wave-like stripes, signature to the people of your clan, standing out against your skin.
I see you, he declares, the traditional greeting feeling like a prayer, a confession, and a sin. Eywa, I see only you.
Neteyam’s own tail twitches — a sharp, hungry flick. The air in his throat feels like fire.
He remembers how he used to scold Lo'ak for being too obvious, for letting his heart lead his head. Now, Neteyam realizes he was never any better than his brother; he’s just been better at suppressing his feelings to submit to what’s “right”.
Watching you under the eclipse-light, he doesn’t even realize that the last of his legendary self-control has snapped like a dry branch.
He feels like a hunter, locking in to stalk its prey. He inhales, a deep, shaky draw of air, committing your very scent of you to burn into his nostrils.
He remembers you as the gorgeous girl who taught him how to breathe when he first arrived. He thinks of the contrast: his deep sapphire skin against your bright reef-teal; his four-fingered hand splayed over the dip of your waist, pulling you against the heat of his body until the forest and the sea finally meet.
He knows he should look away.
Tonowari would have his head for such an intrusion. If Ronal finds him now, she wouldn’t hesitate to exile his demon blood away from the reefs for good. And Ao’nung? He only hopes that your brother — now one of his closest friends — as a man of the same age as him, would understand.
That the yearning is a physical weight, a heat that pools low in his belly and makes his blood flush with something primal.
It is no longer a crush that he harbors for you; it is an obsession, a hunger that has been aged to perfection over years of silent discipline.
As you step out of the water, your skin glistening like the very ocean you were born into, Neteyam finally forces himself to look away.
Tonight, when he retreats to his hammock, he will not find sleep.
He will lie in the dark, the crashing waves powerless in cooling the fever in his heart. He will dream of the day he no longer has to watch from the shadows. He will picture the day he finally allows himself to take what he has wanted since the moment he stepped off his Ikran.
The way your powerful tail would wrap around his own in a desperate, drowning grip.
Until then, he will paint the memory of your glowing skin behind his eyelids, a secret he keeps in the silence of his heart.
And like the great Toruk his father once rode, he is a hunter who knows exactly when to strike. He will wait, but he will have you.
p.s. should i add to this or leave it as is?? should we dip into nsfw or keep it nice and sfw?? debating so hard inside my brain. all ik is that i loveeeee neteyam sm it hurts :’)
Summary: In which you and Neteyam are courting, but Tuk seems to take up more and more of your attention despite knowing that her brother was soon to be your mate.
a/n: I was inspired by someone on here, but I forgot their tag 😓
You and Neteyam have been stuck to each other for as long as you can remember. From the moment the two of you could crawl to meeting his youngest siblings to completing the Iknimaya together—everyone could see the pathway Eywa set for the both of you. So it was no surprise that Neteyam began to officially court you the second you both became of age.
Ever since then, you were even more inseparable. Well, maybe expect for your duties as tsakarem since it was clear that you would follow after his grandmother and mother. And whenever Tuk showed up, in a way you found rather cute, really.
As much as Neteyam loved you and you loved Neteyam, Tuk was a really close second to being your love. No matter what you were doing, if she could see you, she would immediately drop everything to be by your side and talk your ear off, typically earning a scolding from Neytiri.
To you, it was the most endearing thing ever. You were glad you were getting along with the youngest Sully, never having a little sister yourself. Most times, Tuk would refer to you as her best friend and bragged to everyone she could that she was your favorite—even when you and Neteyam were very clearly together.
Nevertheless, Neteyam—being the most patient Na’vi on Pandora—didn’t mind Tuk’s constant love for you most of the time . He knew how much his little sister admired you and everything you did, and who was he to tell her to back off and find a new friend?
Unfortunately, the other times where his patience wore thin were when his duties to train to be an Olo'eyktan with his father got to his head and all he wanted to do was be in your presence as it often calmed him—not you and his little sister.
It just so happened that today was one of those days.
Neteyam found you wandering the village with a woven basket to your hip, knowing your path was distinct in your head when your ears flickered in a specific pattern. He had just gotten back from a flight with his father and desperately wanted to see you, tail swishing behind him happily when you caught his gaze.
“Where are you off to?” He wrapped an arm around your waist loosely, kissing the side of your head while you grinned up at him with the smile that could melt him anytime.
“Teyam.” You say softly in recognition, letting yourself soften from his simple touch, your own tail swaying in giddiness. “I’m on my way to visit your family since I dropped some herbs off to your grandmother earlier, and I feel like I haven’t seen them in years.”
He scrunched his nose in amusement from your words and tilted his head, taking the basket gently to carry it for you. “You saw them this morning.”
“Same thing.” You wave him off with a flick of your hand and enter his home, smile widening when you see the youngest Sully daughter sitting with her sister that was attempting to teach her how to bead together a top—the older girl sighing when she saw you.
“Tuktuk!” You called out for the young girl, bending and holding your arms open for her to run into.
She called your name out in response, jumping into your arms as you caught her, spinning her around and around until she squealed for you to stop. You kiss her cheek and tuck her hair back, complimenting a new bead in her hair when you heard Neteyam clear his throat beside you—your eyes flickering to him in mild confusion.
“I don’t get that as much enthusiasm when you see me?” Neteyam frowned in a way you assumed was a teasing manner, making you pat his cheek.
“Hush.” You laugh softly before turning back to Tuk, her eyes shining with joy as she gained your attention once more, her tail whipping furiously behind her. “I missed you so so much, sweet girl!”
“I missed you too!” She giggled and looked away for a second, contemplating her next few words while you acknowledged the rest of her siblings.
Lo’ak rolled his at Tuk, giving you a faint smile but immediately began to complain about what his sister was going on and on about the entire day. “She kept whining about when we would see you again. She was all like, “When’s she coming over again?” “Can we visit grandma so we can see her?” and “Tell Neteyam to mate with her faster.””
The last comment made you and Neteyam burn bright purple, the words completely lost on Tuk but oh-so amusing to Kiri and Lo’ak when they heard their youngest sibling repeat the phrase several times. It got so bad that they physically had to cover her mouth when their mother did a quick check on them.
You were about to say something—asking the two of them why they hadn’t asked her to stop repeating the words—when Tuk tugged on your arm, finding the next big thing to bother you about while you were still here.
“Come! I have something to show you!” She dragged you out of the Sully home, away for her sibling’s sights.
Kiri watched in amusement as the flaps to the place flew, a teasing smile on her lips as she dropped her head in Neteyam’s direction. “She’s going to take her from you.”
Neteyam stared at the spot where you stood for a second, shaking his head and smiling weakly toward Kiri. He wasn’t too bothered by Tuk today… right?
“I’m just glad that they’re getting along.” He said almost flatly, causing Kiri to raise a brow at him.
Lo’ak snickered while he dodged a swipe from his brother, earning an eye roll from him as he reminded them of Tuk’s past shenanigans. “Remember there was entire week where Tuk wouldn’t let her go anywhere without her? She’s so protective of her.”
“I wonder why.” Kiri drawled in his direction, yelping when Lo’ak tugged at her tail. She furiously pushed his chest, making Neteyam sigh and pull them apart from each other as Kiri yelled at Lo’ak who was still making faces toward her. “Skxawng!”
Just then, the flap to their home opened, their mother entering with a sharp gaze because of the loud sounds she heard on her way over—the three of them looking at each other knowing they were caught. Well, mainly Lo’ak and Kiri.
“Enough.” Neytiri put a hand up and looked around the place, her ears tucking back when she couldn’t find her youngest daughter. “Where is Tuk?”
None of them spoke for a second, simply watching their mother clean the place up with a grace none of them could master just yet. It’s not like they how to pick up wooden toys and toss them into a basket while still looking like a woodsprite.
Neteyam was the first to speak, tilting his head with a fond look in his eyes as he revealed to her that Tuk was with you, his younger siblings looking at each other at their brother’s lovesick look.
Neytiri hummed, grabbing the basket you brought earlier and picking it up. She took the fine beads that were carefully wrapped on the inside before looking up at her eldest, a soft smile gracing her lips.
“Speaking of your future mate, she has Tsahìk training with your grandmother and I tomorrow morning.” She revealed, cupping his cheek and pinching it. “So no staying out late tonight with her. We need her up bright and early.”
Gagging and laughing could be heard from where Lo’ak and Kiri stood, their noises making their brother’s face flush, warmth flooding his face with embarrassment at his mother’s words. He couldn’t tell if that was what his mother was exactly insinuating, but it certainly what his siblings were.
“Mother.” Neteyam cleared his throat, pushing Neytiri’s hand away from him.
She clicked her tongue in his direction, shaking her head and giving him a look that told him that her and Jake were once like him and you long ago. “Are you not courting her?”
Neteyam feigned annoyance, eyes darting away from her knowing gaze as he spoke only to be cut off by the sibling who loved you just as much as he did.
“I am, but—“
“Mama!” Tuk shouts and jumps out of your arms, running up to her mother and hugging her tightly while you stumble slightly at the sudden movement.
Luckily, Neteyam caught you within seconds, his tail wrapping around your waist in protectiveness. You smiled softly before taking a step closer to him, your hand brushing with his before you laced them together, making him lift your joined hands and kissing your knuckles.
Lo’ak whistles at the action as he walked out of the home, earning an eye roll from Kiri. She simply sat back down on the woven mat and continued to bead together a top, still listening intently to the conversation without fail.
“What did I miss?” You ask with a smile, ears perked up and tail swishing behind you before it instinctively curled around Neteyam’s thigh, causing the boy’s cheeks to flush a darker purple than it already was.
“Nothing worth listening to.” Neteyam murmured against your hair, pressing another kiss to your temple before his voice dropped even lower to the point where only you could hear him. “Are we still going to the river tonight, yawntu?”
This time, your own cheeks flush a deep purple to match his, the end of your tail thumping on his thigh in an exultant manner. “Who would I be if I ever said no?”
“C’mon, let’s go! She’s probably waiting for us already!” Tuk dragged Neteyam by the arm as they walk through Pandora’s vast forest, her small legs doing her best to run while Neteyam did his best to hold onto her tightly, praying to Eywa that she wouldn’t trip or fall.
Lo’ak pulled a face and rolled his eyes at his younger sister, nudging Spider in amusement while Kiri gave him an unimpressed look. “Tuk, slow down. We won’t get there any faster if you twist your ankle and complain about the trip to the river.”
Now, Neteyam had no idea how Tuk found out that he was going to meet up with you at the river that evening. All Neteyam knew was that she threatened to tell their parents if he didn’t let her go with him to see you—but that didn’t include telling his siblings and apparently Spider. So the next thing he knew was that he was taking four others to your spot, each step diminishing his eagerness to see you.
Tuk stuck her tongue out at Lo’ak, only earning one from him as well before she saw you standing at the clearing by the river, her tail swishing energetically behind her in excitement. Tuk called out your name and your ears perked up at the voice in surprise as you thought you were only supposed to see Neteyam.
Turning around, your golden eyes found the Sully family—including Spider—approach where you stood, the youngest climbing over a large log hastily to get to you somewhat faster.
When they got close enough, you opened your arms for a hug that Neteyam thought was his, his own arms raised before you bent over and gathered Tuk in your arms. Neteyam froze with his arms still up, stunned ever so slightly before glaring at the three behind him who were stifling their laughter.
“Tuktuk!” You smothered her face in kisses—the ones Neteyam should’ve received. You admire her softly, knowing you saw her earlier during dinner but nonetheless offered her your compliments. “You look so pretty.”
“Not as pretty as you!” She giggled and held onto your neck tightly as you swayed back and forth, her eyes catching the new beaded top you wore. “You weren’t wearing that earlier.”
Your cheeks warm at her observation, your tail flicking behind you slightly before you shake your head knowing the top was supposed to be for Neteyam but she didn’t need to know that.
“I just wanted to try it on for once. Does it look good, Tuktuk?”
“So good!” She giggled again and began to ask millions of questions about the beads, the river, the different glowing plants—anything she could that would retain your attention for as long as she could have it.
Lo’ak punched his brother’s shoulder, now laughing quite loudly in Neteyam’s opinion. “Bro, you wish that was you.”
And before Neteyam could say something back, Kiri let her heart get the better of her, saving her older brother from getting ruthlessly poked and prodded by her other brother. And, unfortunately, saving Lo’ak from an earful—which she didn’t really care for.
“Tuk, come here. Let’s get you adjusted to the water so you can swim.” Kiri called Tuk over with a small smile in your direction, making the youngest Sully dramatically sigh and reluctantly leave your arms with an exaggerated pout.
You watched her to ensure she was safe in her sister’s arms before turning to Neteyam whose ears were flat with his tail swishing vigorously back and forth. You walked over to him and lead him away from the rest of the group, your eyes scanning his figure.
“What’s wrong, Teyam—?”
“You love Tuk more than me.” Neteyam interrupted, his tail now moving more fiercely as his gaze met yours. His golden eyes flickered with an emotion you thought was impossible for him to ever feel, amusement running through your veins.
“That’s not true.” You laugh with a shake of your head, cupping his cheeks gently as you spoke and thumbing the patterns decorating his face. “I love you and Tuk differently.”
Neteyam softens under your touch but still mutters in complaint about the attention you give his much younger sister, a pout settling on his lips that reminded you of said little sister. “But you just have to greet her first?”
“She’s my little baby!” You scoff with a teasing smile as he finally wraps his arms around your waist, your eyes gleaming with amusement. “You’re jealous, Neteyam. Of your own sister.”
“No.” He meets your eyes carefully before deciding to bury his head in your neck, mumbling against your skin in embarrassment. “No.”
“Mhm.” You grin and rub his back gently, ears perking up when you could hear his siblings shouting at each other before shaking your head, focusing your attention back to the Na’vi you loved with all your heart. “You shouldn’t lie to the person you’re courting, Teyam.”
“I hate you.” He groans and holds you flush against him, your tail wrapping around his leg naturally from the familiar position while his own tail found its home around your waist once more.
“No you don’t.” You laugh again and lightly pull him up from his spot in your neck, your golden eyes catching his—your eyes reflecting his beautiful face. “I see you, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan. And I know I could never find anyone else like you.”
Neteyam looks between your eyes, his own eyes shimmering before he pressed his forehead against yours, meeting your lips with tenderness. “I see you too, yawntu.” He pressed another kiss to your lips before pulling away, forehead still against yours. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” You murmur, thumbing his bottom lip with a small smile. You peck his lips once more, gaze catching his. “It’s okay.”
“We’re not going to be able to sneak away, are we?” He mumbled as you begin to kiss every inch of his face, his hand finding the curve of your back.
You hum against his lips, pulling back ever so slightly to meet his blown eyes. “Not unless you want to lie.”
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 except for the television playing softly somewhere in the background.
You sat comfortably against the headboard while Michael rested with his head in your lap, one arm loosely around your thighs.Your fingers moved through his curls absentmindedly.
The second you started scratching lightly at his scalp, Michael's eyes closed.
A content sigh escaped him.
"Mmh right there mama.."
You smiled immediately. "Where baby?"
"Mmh..." His head tilted slightly into your hand. "There." Your heart melted.
You loved how comfortable he was with you. How he never hid when he wanted affection.
How he trusted you with every soft part of himself. You carefully combed your fingers through his hair again. Michael practically melted beneath your touch.
"Mmh...that feels so good." he murmured.
Then his hand found yours. Not to stop you.
Just to hold it.
His fingers slipped around your wrist gently, guiding your hand a little higher into his curls. "Right there, baby." You laughed softly.
"Oh, you bossy." His eyes remained closed.
A smile tugged at his mouth. "M'not bossy, baby."
"You absolutely are." You clapped back.
"Mmh..." He sounded far too relaxed to argue properly. Your nails lightly scratched through his curls again.
then again, he mumbles—"There."
A pleased sigh. "That's nice." You couldn't stop smiling.
to be honest, you could sit here forever. Michael's thumb slowly brushed across your hand while it rested in his hair, Back and forth.
Absent minded Affectionate. Like he couldn't help touching you whenever you were near. His eyes opened slightly.
Just enough to look up at you.
And ugh.
That Beautiful look, That Completely in love look.
You leaned down and kissed his forehead. Michael's smile deepened instantly. Then you kissed his cheek. Then the tip of his nose. Which made him laugh quietly.
"Hey baby."
You laughed too. "Hi, baby." He looked entirely pleased hearing that.
His fingers intertwined briefly with yours before placing your hand right back where he wanted it.. In his curls.
"Mama." You brushed a curl away from his forehead.
"Yeah?"
"I love you." The words came so naturally.
So simply.. Like breathing.
Your chest squeezed.You leaned down and kissed him again.
Very Slow and Sweet.
The kind of kiss that made Michael smile halfway through it. When you pulled away, his hand immediately found your cheek.
Just holding it there for a second. Looking at you. Really admiring you, Like he never got tired of it. "I love you too." Michael's expression softened even more.
If that was even possible.Then he settled back into your lap again, completely content.
Your fingers returned to his curls.
few seconds later—"Mmh..." His eyes fluttered closed.
"There, baby." Your nails lightly scratched against his scalp, Another satisfied sigh escaped him.
His thumb continued stroking the back of your hand while he relaxed beneath you.
Not saying much now. Just enjoying you.
The kisses & the touches & The comfort of being together.
After a while, he lifted your hand from his hair long enough to press a gentle kiss against your knuckles.Then another.. Then he tucked it against his chest. Holding it there.
"Mama."
"Hm?" You laugh quietly.
A sleepy smile appeared on his face."You take real good care of me." Your heart nearly burst.
You bent down and kissed his forehead once more.
And Michael smiled without even opening his eyes, perfectly happy right where he was.
tomioka giyuu had changed. there was no trace of the giyuu who was shy and hesitant — too shy to even brush your fingers, trembling when he touched you, couldn’t even meet your gaze after you kissed him. in his place was still the same person, just bolder now with no hesitation in ruining you in his cock like you were made for it.
“gi—giyuu, aahh! i can’t—haah—nnnghh oh my god—“ you’re slurring, incoherent cries pushing past your lips as he pounded into you with deep, brutal thrusts, hitting the same exact spot that had your head spinning. “quiet down, my love.. people are gonna hear you.” his tone was gentle, but the way he drove into you said otherwise. you felt embarrassed of the obscene noises that slipped of your sopping cunt, wet shlicks echoing every time he pulled back to plunge into you again twice as hard.
cream frothed around his length, forming a ring around the base of his cock as you let out a loud yelp from the sheer force of him slamming into you. sweat glossed over your body, tears slipped out the corners of your eyes, and drool leaked from your lips. you looked wrecked beneath him — helpless and pathetic — body jolting as you shuddered around him once again.
the sheets were drenched, his cock glistening with your arousal, dripping down both your thighs. but his pace didn’t slow, not even in the slightest as your orgasm crashed over you, fucking you through it just to watch the way your body squirmed. he kissed the corner of your lips — messy and sweet — while pushing you down into the mattress, a contrast that had you clenching harder. he shifted slightly just to make you take him deeper, groaning softly as your walls gripped him tightly.
“too—too much—aahhh—feel it everywhere—!” your thighs shook nonstop, nails digging into his skin to hold onto the remnants of your consciousness as he fucked it away. “i know it’s too much, but you can take it for me, can’t you?” his free hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking tenderly even when he’s driving into you so roughly. you felt another wave of pleasure incoming, your body tensing up again. you didn’t have to tell him. he already knew from the way your gummy walls fluttered around him, pulsating a rhythm that told him you were close.
“that’s it—just one more. you don’t have to think, i’ll do it all for you.” his hand settled in between your thighs, thumb rubbing circles on your clit. your eyes rolled back, completely out of it as the overstimulation sent overwhelming sensations throughout your body. you hadn’t realised you had shuddered all over him again, only broken cries of his name playing like a broken record in the bedroom. “doing so good for me, my love. give me more, will you?”
he’s still pounding into you, hard, kissing you to swallow your moans that came too loud. your vision flashed black and white, sobbing as you trembled violently, cumming over and over again. and when you came hard again for the last time — body falling limp, vision blurring, and babbling nonsense — he pulled you close immediately after, still buried in you, cradling your head to your chest.
he was merciless, but his eyes held nothing but love.
Thinking about GIYUU who'd have you chest to chest, your useless legs thrown over his shoulders, him pressing you down into the bed as his cock rams into your cunt with slow, messy thrusts as his hips stutter.
He's panting into your ear like a dog in heat, both of you acting like you're two bunnies going at for hours. How many times did he cum inside you already? Four–? No, five times maybe? His cum is dripping out of your already filled pussy, making a huge mess on the now cum-stained sheets. His cock twitches inside of your cunt, and he whimpers oh-so-prettily against your ear.
He'd have his face buried in the crook of your neck, hands gripping your hips like he's afraid he'll float away if he did. His pants are getting louder and heavier, hotness hitting your skin. Whimpers leaving his pretty plump lips, moaning into your skin.
He plants kisses under your ear, rutting into your messy pussy like he'll die if he stays still for too long. Biting at your earlobe, nipping and kissing around your ear as he makes the prettiest sounds imaginable.
His teeth graze the space below your ear, and you swear that the same moment Giyuu gripped your thighs and pushed them up your chest, he had lost himself completely in pleasure.
The fat head of his cock hit your cervix repeatedly, and when he finally shot his sticky load into your sensitive cunt, his deep blue eyes rolled back and he let out the prettiest, filthiest moan known to mankind.
Save to say, you two went for another round when his cum didn't want to stay inside you.
summary: he loves using kisses as apologies
warnings: none
Even during fights, he enjoyed maintaining routines. If needed, he lets the fight sit through the night, opting to let sleep simmer down emotions so you could talk through it in the mornings.
He usually wakes up earlier than you, and even if he feels worse than he did during the night, he never misses the opportunity to land a peck to your forehead. Despite sleeping with each other’s backs facing one another, he’s built a routine, and he swears his days never feel complete without his little rituals.
As he gets up, he glances at your side, a small smile plastering his face. Despite everything, he was happy you were still beside him as he woke. He brushes the hair out of your face before placing a kiss, whispering a quiet ‘sleep well’ or a ‘good morning’ as you start to stir from his movements.
Sometimes, that was enough for the argument to blow over; the reassurance of each other’s presence eased any lingering concerns. On those days, you end up pulling him down, wrapping your arms around his neck. He lands on top of you, careful not to crush you under his weight.
“Good morning, dearest,” he repeats.
“Good morning,”
You share a kiss before you both mumble a sorry, chuckling at the simultaneous apology.
During particularly bad fights, he still works around that routine. Kiss you good morning, and kiss you right before he leaves.
The first usually works in his favour. However, when you refuse the latter, choosing to ignore him throughout the morning, he settles for something else. Sometimes it's lifting the locks of your hair and kissing the strands, sometimes it's a peck at your shoulder or even the crown of your head as you enjoy your breakfast. Without fail, he delivers a kiss, muttering, “I’ll be off now, darling.”
During small fights, he’s most likely to apologise first. As you settle in bed, he’s hugging you from behind, burying his nose into the crest between your neck and shoulder, intoxicating himself with the scent.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he whispers. He repeats those words with every kiss to your neck, shoulder, and cheeks, “Please forgive me.”
You fall for it easily, facing him to bury your reddening face into his chest, hiding your growing grin, “Fine.”
He smiles in victory, leaving a final kiss on your lips as he lifts your chin up to face him.
During days that he’s settled you were at fault, he coaxes apologies out of you. He tries to get you to understand his point of view. And he’s convinced the only way to persuade you was to drown you in affection, but never settling for a kiss, not until you admit your wrongdoings.
“Please stop teasing me,” as you try to kiss him, he dodges with a chuckle.
“I’ve yet to hear an apology, sweet thing,” he grins.
– jonathan joestar, jean pierre polnareff, bruno bucciarati, wekapipo (jjba), nanami kento, hiromi higuruma, geto suguru (jjk), tomioka giyuu, himejima gyomei (kny), toshinori yagi, eijiro kirishima, shoto todoroki (mha), your favs
public sex with zuko ends with a fire, thank god his wife is a water bender!
wc: 1k
was craving obsessed zuko but what's new | zuko masterlist | main masterlist
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Zuko was obsessed with his wife in a way that concerned everyone around him, even the same advisors who all but demanded he marry you since you were the only women he ever gave his attention to, ignoring his concubines that had been carefully hand picked for him.
So he did, literally one week later. The ceremony was small of course, just something sweet between the two of you and a few months later came the actual event. When you protested, stating it wasn’t necessary, the manchild you married crossed his arms and told you that you were a beautiful fool and of course he was going to take any chance he could to show you off.
He married the hottest woman in the known and unknown world and everyone needed to know that, just like everyone needed to hear him fuck you into a stupor night and day. The servants gossiped, your face would heat up in embarrassment and Zuko would grin with pride, telling you there was honor in your husband being so attracted to you that he could hardly go a few hours without being inside of you.
It’s not that you didn’t like it! You were on Zuko just as much as he was on you, leaving reminders on his neck and back of just how good he made you feel. Only you grew worried when he started neglecting his friends, claiming he was still in his honeymoon phase a year after your wedding and it was just too bad they’d have to wait until it was over.
When you’d finally convinced him to join his friends on a simple mission that would take less than two days, he made sure to let you know he’d be thinking of you the entire time. However when he returned a day late, he was absolutely furious as he kissed down your neck and stripped you of your robes. Ranting about how he’d nearly gotten into a scuffle with Sokka, who suggested time away from the fire nation was healthy but Zuko of course, took it as “time away from your wife is healthy” which couldn’t be further from the truth.
As far as Zuko saw it, he was healthiest when he was with you and Sokka was an idiot.
So to say he was annoyed when you surprised him with a trip to each nation with his friends, just an opportunity to bond with people you knew he loved, would be under-putting it. He instantly rejected the idea, claiming he was needed here by your side.
“No.”
You laughed at his tantrum and stood on your toes to kiss his lips before whispering in his ear. “What if I came with you?”
Needless to say, you were both currently in the outskirts of the earth kingdom, giggling like children as Zuko pulled you toward the woods, the only light coming from the moon. The trip had only just started two days ago but Zuko hadn’t had a moment alone with you since you left your kingdom, and he was growing desperate for a release.
Which is why as soon as he could, he was dragging you to a private area and bending you over behind a tree, his cock pounding into you so sweetly that you were seeing stars, your pants and panties dropped to your ankles.
“Not too loud, don’t wanna get caught right?” He laughed at your attempt to hold onto the tree and cover your mouth at the same time, even though he had to fight back several moans himself. This was so fucking filthy, Zuko would never fuck you outside in normal circumstances but desperate times called for desperate measures.
The way your pussy was dragging across his cock had your husband shaking with his impending orgasm. You were only going at it for five minutes but you had already come once and was nearly at your second climax and the world was spinning.
“Harder, fuck me harder!” You cried out, throwing your hips back against him and he was grunting like an animal as he gripped your hips tighter and started pounding into you at a speed that sent you over the edge.
“That’s it, love. You're doing so beautifully, such a good girl. Fuck, I love you.” You bit into your fist as your pussy contracted, squirting your juices all over Zuko and the ground. The feeling of his hands growing hot, his breath picking up and hips slamming sloppily into you, dragging it out just a few seconds longer.
“Fuck!” He cried out, loud enough that you heard his friends start to jump up asking what’s wrong.
Zuko was so gone he didn’t even realize, too busy shooting a fat load into his wife’s tight pussy, head thrown back and mouth open as he accidentally breathed fire. It was too much, cum spilling out and down your thighs. Zuko pulled you tight against him, hips twitching as he emptied the last of his load into you, grinding deep until there was nothing left.
“ZUKO THE TREE!” You yelp as you both fix yourselves, ignoring his friends running over and opening the water vial on your neck. You immediately manipulated it, expanding it and throwing it against the growing fire, cursing before pulling enough water vapor from the muggy air. You didn’t stop until you were sure it wouldn’t start up again.
When you were done you glared at your husband but he was already smiling sheepishly past you, rubbing the back of his neck before pulling you over and fixing your fallen tunic sleeve. When you turned, a few burnt leaves fell in your view until they passed and revealed a few very pissed off faces.
“Fucking seriously guys?!” Sokka screeched.
The next day, Zuko was content as ever, making sure to tell his friends just how much he appreciated them and thanking them for taking him in when they didn’t have to. He even softened up enough to admit he might love them and view them as a part of his family. No one mentioned of course, that the only reason he was saying this was because you were by his side, but the looks they gave each other said more than enough.
Zuko was totally whipped for his hot water bending wife.
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note: guys i haven't written for zuko in five days and i was lowkey tweaking tbh, had to cook up something real quick!
❧Bishop who became your boyfriend because of a late bar hopping night with your friends.
❧ He was very quiet and reserved when you first talked, but once some drinks got in your system, the two of you were having hour long conversations that night.
❧Bishop is very reserved and quiet, but his actions of love are strong for you, has a tight schedule but always makes sure to take take his time for you.
❧Takes you on dates, drives you to your job, picks you up from your job, even offers to go your appointments and house sits for you.
❧Expensive and I mean expensive gifts.
❧A new bouquet of flowers on your desk office every week, jewelry of all kind, designer clothes and designer bags, the best brands of makeup, etc.
❧You had asked multiple him times what his job is like and each time he would just explain it so briefly to only say, “You don’t have to worry.”
❧They’re are nights where you don’t see him and miss him. He’ll call you and talk to you for hours. “I’ll be in your bed in the morning.”
❧ And Bishop always keeps his promise, you wake up to having him on your side.
❧Not that big of pda guy, but his hand never leaves yours throughout the day, always accepts the little pecks you give him too.
❧ Bishop who is a very secure man, does not get jealous when some guy approaches you.
❧ But he will put his most intimidating face with a tight grip on your waist when a man is too much. “She said she’s not interested, I doubt you need something else.”
❧Bishop who sits on your very girly tidy bed while you give him a shopping haul of all the things you bought with his money of course.
❧Bishop who’s gotten used to taking all your pictures, like all your pictures. Your phone, his phone, digital camera, Polaroid camera. He’s accepted he can’t say no when you want a picture in a photo booth, you will get it.
❧Bishop who never starts a fight. It just doesn’t feel right. He will however get passive aggressive but he knows better, he’ll never actually win a fight in your eyes. And he’s secretly fine with that.
❧Bishop who just knows you from head to toe.
❧ He’s studied all your mannerisms, your different types of laughs. Knows when you’re having tough days so he does his best to make you feel better.
❧ He knows the types of movies you enjoy watching and finds little things to bring you because it reminds him to you. Will do anything to keep you entertained.
❧Bishop who just knows you’re the woman of his dreams, no doubt that you’re the one he wants to spend eternity with. :’)
Author's Note: I absolutely cannot wait for episodes 7 & 8 😭😭 genuinely scared for maddie tho 😣
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Before dating:
Bishop is the type of man whose silence speaks volumes.
He doesn't shout, he doesn't cause a scene, he just simply... stands still.
It's the very thing that makes him unsettling—terrifying even—to the eyes of everyone else, his cold and ruthless gaze is enough to bring any men in cold sweat.
He know's he doesn't have the right to jealousy, he doesn't even know what to call the tension between you two,
But seeing you happily chat with a man at the bar in silver slipper, is enough to make his face twitch, which rarely ever happens.
He doesn't go near, and he doesn't bother threatening the man, because one simple look is enough to get the man beside you running with his tail between his legs.
When you're actually dating:
Bishop was barely holding himself back from jealousy,
So imagine how it is once you two finally start dating.
His hand finding its way around your waist, pulling you closer—it's his way of claiming you as his.
He stares with a terrifying look, enough to kill a man on its own. He's dismembered a person and fed it to pigs, there's no question on how far he will go for you.
Thankfully, it never really has to go that far;
Because he's already marked you as his.
“You're mine, no one else, but mine”
“And every motherfucker should know that.”
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Author's Note: A bit shorter this time, sorry!!! I've been stuck at a constant loop of stressing out for finals, and doing nothing about it but brainrot 😭
shoto’s abrupt and blunt manner of speaking still catches you off guard once in a while, and you practically spit out the drink he’d ordered for you before picking you up all over the dashboard of his nice (and most importantly, spotless) car. keeping it in, you then turn to him to catch his eyes not even off the road, and you get the sense he’s neither angry nor confessing, but there’s something else he’d like to discuss.
“um… were they used?”
“no idea. i dodged.”
you chuckle, taking another draw of your iced beverage.
“insane reflexes from our very best hero, of course.”
this does crack a smile and a glance from him.
“it did get me thinking though…” he adds, gripping the wheel gently.
“about what?”
he looks at you again, eyes pensive for a moment then quickly turning back to the road, his voice softening low.
“i want to buy you lingerie.”
your eyes flutter quickly, then your face warms.
“that’s the first thing you thought of after that happens?!”
“yeah, because if i’m going to get panties thrown at me, i’d rather they be yours.”
𝓫rief. fluff/comfort, insinuations to sex, written with fem!reader in mind. jax being afraid to lose you :(
“do you think crazy people know, like, that they’re crazy?”
your legs are draped across jax’s lap, a pillow clutched to your chest. he hasn’t moved you, claiming you’d just climb back on him, anyway. you suspect (or hope, at least) there’s more to it than that, judging by the gentle dusting of pink on his cheeks.
he snorts, clicking the pen he’s been fiddling with. “i dunno, doll. wanna test kinger’s self-awareness?”
you frown at his response, unpleased. god forbid you try and have an actual conversation with him. “i don’t need to,” you retort. “i asked you, remember?”
pointedly, he taps your nose with the end of the pen. “hey, now, i’m not crazy. i just drive people crazy.”
you roll your eyes and chuck a stuffed animal at him, which he, annoyingly, catches with ease. “trust me, i’m aware.”
“aw, don’t say you’re sick of me already. it’s not like i don’t know how to give you a good time,” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows.
your neck flushes, and you toss another plushie at him. this time, he’s busy laughing at you and doesn’t catch it. “oh, my god. you really are a bunny.” you can’t help it, though. his laughter is contagious, and your embarrassed pout turns into a sheepish giggle.
when the noise dies down, he turns to look at you. really look at you, in a way he doesn’t with anyone else. there’s a flicker of both vulnerability and concern in his eyes before the mask slips back on, and it's just supposed to be teasing. you see through it, though. you always see through jax.
he tilts his head at you. “seriously, what’s up? don’t tell me you’re gonna go off and abstract on me.” he’s smiling, but it’s not the same as before. it’s forced.
“oh, jax. no, of course not.” your brows furrow, and you shake your head. “i wasn’t—i mean, i’m not going to abstract, promise.” putting your hand on his, you scoot closer. “i… i have you, right? and, you know, you have me. we’ve got each other, if nothing else, and that’s enough.”
his arms wrap around you, and you tuck your head under his chin. you know he’s not good with words, but he doesn’t have to be. you’re aware that he’s there, and that it’s real. what you have is real. not perfect, necessarily, but the beautiful things rarely are.
“okay. good.” he sounds more relieved, and the tightness in his throat is replaced by something softer, warmer, and more precious. it’s sacred, and it makes you appreciate these moments even more. “who else would i test out my world-class pranks on?”
you roll your eyes playfully. dryly, you snort, “careful now. i might start to think you actually care about me.”
but the way he keeps you flush against him, kissing the top of your head, you know he does. because this is what love looks like.
