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[zoweofthereef]

SYNOPSIS: THE TIDE BETWEEN US

Y/n and Ao'nung grew up as close as family on the shores of Awa'atlu. Everyone said they were meant to be great together but as they got older he pulled away whenever she got close. She started making mistakes and every time she messed up she thought I blame it on your love every time I fuck it up.

PS. It's my first time doing this, pls be kind 🙏

Chapter 1 :

The morning sun painted the water in shades of gold and turquoise. Yn stood at the edge of the beach, her toes digging into warm sand as she watched a school of bright fish dart through the shallow waves. Her hair was still damp from dawn training and she’d already patched two tears in her diving gear one from a sharp piece of coral, the other from her own carelessness when she’d thrown it down in frustration yesterday.

“Yn!” Rotxo called from the path leading to the mangroves. “Your dad’s looking for you. We’re heading out – big school of akulas spotted.”

She nodded without turning around. “Tell him I’ll catch up. I just need to fix my spear first.”

But she wasn’t really going to fix her spear. It was fine. She just needed a minute to breathe. To stop thinking about how Ao’nung had been avoiding her for weeks now. How every time she got within arm’s reach he’d find an excuse to walk away.

They’d grown up side by side. Their fathers were the closest of friends Pakan, the clan’s fiercest deep-sea hunter, and Tonowari, their Olo’eyktan. They’d been brought on hunts together since they were little enough to sit on their dads’ shoulders and watch the ocean roll by. Back then, Ao’nung would never let her go into the water alone. He’d wait for her to surface after every dive, his eyes scanning the waves until he saw her head pop up. He’d race her on ilu's through the reef channels and never let her lose by much. He’d bring her pretty shells he’d found just because he knew she liked the way they caught the light.

Now he could barely look at her.

She picked up a smooth stone and skipped it across the water. It bounced three times before sinking below the surface. Every time you get too close I run, I run away. She’d heard him mutter it once when he thought she wasn’t listening, turning away as she approached to show him the necklace she’d made from black coral beads.

"Yn"

She turned to find Ao’nung standing a few feet away, his jaw tight, his arms crossed over his chest. He was still wearing his diving gear from the morning patrol – his skin glistening with salt water, his hair pushed back from his face. Oh Eywa- he looked so handsome.

“Your dad’s asking for you,” he said flatly. “We’re leaving soon.”

“I know. Rotxo told me.” She took a step toward him and he shifted back automatically. Her chest tightened. “I made it into the elite hunting party. Did you hear?”

He looked out at the water instead of at her. “Tsireya mentioned it.”

“You didn’t say anything.”

“I’ve been busy. Father is having me map new routes along the eastern shore. We need to be ready if the tides shift early this cycle.”

“So that’s it? No congratulations? Nothing?”

He finally looked at her then and she saw something in his eyes she couldn’t place – fear maybe, or something else she didn’t want to name. “You earned it. You’re a good hunter.”

“Was. I keep messing up everything now. I almost cut the wrong rope during yesterday’s net repair. I snapped at Tsireya when she tried to help me practice my breathing." I blame it on your love every time I fuck it up - She thought to herself.

His brow furrowed. “What are you talking about? You’re the one making these choices.”

“I know I am!” Her voice came sharper than she meant it to. “But every time I do something stupid I can’t help but think – if things were like they used to be, maybe I’d be able to focus. Maybe I wouldn’t keep screwing up.”

He shook his head and started walking backward toward the village. “I don’t have time for this. We need to get to the banks before the current changes.”

And just like that, he was gone again. Yn stood there alone as the waves lapped at her ankles, feeling like she’d been left adrift in open water with no way to swim back to shore.

Three days later, Yn found herself on the wrong side of the barrier reef.

She’d left before dawn, telling no one where she was going. The water was calm at first, but as she swam deeper the currents picked up – pulling her further out than she’d planned. She’d been trying to track a large tulkun, thinking if she could find it alone, prove she could handle the deep waters on her own, maybe Ao’nung would see her differently. Maybe he’d stop pulling away.

But the ocean had other plans.

A sudden swell rolled through and knocked her off course. Her spear slipped from her grip and sank into the blue darkness below. She dove after it but the current was too strong, pulling her down instead of up. Panic flared in her chest – she’d been taught never to panic in the water, but it was hard to remember anything when she couldn’t tell up from down.

When she finally broke the surface she was gasping for air, her arms burning. The reef was nowhere in sight – just endless water stretching to the horizon. She tried to call out but her voice was swallowed by the wind.

She didn’t know how long she fought the current before she saw it – a dark shape in the distance, cutting through the waves. A skimwing. Ao’nung.

He pulled up beside her and held out his hand. “Grab on.”

She reached for him but her fingers slipped. “I can’t – my arm –”

“Just hold on!” He leaned down further, his hand stretching toward her. “I’ve got you.”

This time she managed to latch on and he pulled her up onto the skimwing behind him. They were silent as he guided them back toward shore, the wind whipping past their ears. When they finally reached the beach he helped her down then stepped back immediately – putting space between them like always.

“You shouldn’t have gone out there alone,” he said, his voice tight with anger. “You could have died.”

“I didn’t ask you to come find me!” She pushed past him, her legs shaking as she walked on sand. “I would have made it back fine!”

“Fine? You were being pulled out to open ocean! You couldn’t even keep your head above water!”

“I was handling it!”

“Handling it? You almost drowned!” He stepped forward and then stopped himself, his hands clenching at his sides. “Every time you get too close I run, I run away – and this is why! Because you do stupid things like this and I can’t – I can’t lose you!”

The words hung in the air between them. Yn stared at him, her chest heaving, tears mixing with salt water on her cheeks.

“Is that what this is about?” she whispered. “You’re scared of losing me so you’re pushing me away?”

“I’m scared of hurting you,” he said quietly. “Of not being good enough. Father says as the future Olo’eyktan I have to put the clan first always. I can’t do that if I’m worried about you every second of every day.”

“So you’d rather I get hurt on my own?”

“I’d rather you be safe!” He turned away from her, looking out at the water. “I’d rather you hate me than watch you throw your life away because I can’t control how I feel about you.”

Yn felt something inside her break. “I keep messing up everything I touch. Every hunt that goes wrong every drill I blow it – maybe I’m just angry that you stopped caring.”

“I never stopped caring,” he whispered without turning around. “That’s the problem.”

He walked away then, leaving her standing on the empty beach as the sun began to set. She sank to the sand and let herself cry – really cry – for the first time since they’d started drifting apart.

[tetsur0-1]

How i be reading smut wth a straight face in bed

[beautyofattolia]

[imeow33]

˙⋆✮HE’S WHIPPED.

✿ ao’nung x fem!metkayina reader

“Bro he’s so whipped for her!”

wc, 1.2k .ᐟ

SUMMARY, who knew that you — the shyest girl in the clan, could bring the future olo’eyktan to his knees?

╰┈➤ WARNINGS, ao’nung is down bad for reader/fluff/suggestive/established relationship/lots of touching/kissing/ao’nung is a good boyy//reader is kinda giving heleana from hotd I love it!!

❥ requested by an anon, hope you like it angel <3

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You’re shy, maybe a little too shy. While everyone your age in the clan enjoys hunting and fighting, you’d rather spend your day sitting by the ocean or picking out flowers, searching for the prettiest elements to turn into accessories for your hair.

No one ever judged you for it though, not when most of the time, you had a large shadow standing behind you that belonged to no one other than the future olo’eyktan — otherwise known as your boyfriend, Ao’nung.

At first, it came as a surprise to many when you and the prince of the reef started dating, he had a reputation for being a ‘tough guy’, while you were one of the quieter girls with peculiar interests. Before the two of you became a pair, members of the clan imagined that Ao’nung would find someone who matched his fierce character, perhaps a skilled hunter like himself but turns out, you were just the thing he needed, as well as the only person who could see right through his ‘tough’ act.

The differences between the two of you were evident, yet they only drew you closer together. Although you barely spoke, even before your first interaction, he seemed to know a lot about you while you on the other hand, knew very little about him, who was significantly louder than you.

The future olo’eyktan had an outgoing personality, accustomed to always being the centre of attention — you, kept to yourself and relished the peaceful moments by the ocean. He was in the middle of every festival, you were sat in the corner, entertaining yourself with a small creature that rested in the palm of your hand. What the metkayina prince appreciated most about your shyness, was how no one else was able get a proper conversation out of you, not the way he could.

Ao’nung would lay leaned back in the sand, his eyes full of admiration, as you would run over to him, excited to show him the beautiful pieces you had collected. He was never a listener, no, he could talk for hours but when it came to you, everything flipped, suddenly nothing he had to say mattered anymore because all he wanted was to listen to you speak.

He could never deny you either, not when you looked at him with those big glossy eyes of yours, so anything you asked for, he would do. The first time his family witnessed this, Ronal thought her pregnancy was causing her to see things while Tonowari’s eyes widened in disbelief at his son’s obedience to his girlfriend, silently attempting to communicate across the table with Tsierya, but she didn’t seem amused. By now, all of Awa’atlu had noticed the change in Ao’nung who would follow you around like a lost puppy.

Some might even say he was whipped — not to his face, of course. His behavior never softened for anyone else, if anything, it grew harsher every second he wasn’t with you, the only one who could unlock that gentler side of him.

Although no one mentioned it out loud, many members of the clan admired you for somehow bringing a man, as stubborn as yours, to his knees with just a bat of your lashes.

── .✦

Ao’nung has been annoyed all day, shouting at his friends for the smallest mistakes during training as if he already was olo’eyktan. However his best friend, who has known him his whole life, immediately connected the dots that it had something to do with you.

“Have you seen her today, bro?”

Rotxo asked, questioning the clearly irritated man next to him, slightly leaning away in case Ao’nung would smack him again for mentioning you.

Luckily enough, he didn’t.

“No.” He sighed, his response bland but still far better than the physical assault he had bestowed on the shorter boy beside him earlier. Rotxo knew that the only way to get his friend out of his bad mood (so that he couldn’t take it out on him anymore) was to encourage him to leave his duties a bit earlier and find you, his anchor.

“I’ll cover for you, go talk to her cuz.” He smiled, not because he’d done good deed for his best friend, but because he’d finally be able to speak freely without being on the receiving end of a death stare each time he opened his mouth.

Before heading toward the direction of where he knew you’d be, Ao’nung stopped and patted the shorter male on the shoulder in gratitude, “Thanks man, I owe you.” Lo’ak’s and Spider’s slang really did seem to be rubbing off on everyone…

𓂃✍︎ to sum it up,

no you = angry ao’nung = everyone scared

On the other hand, unlike Ao’nung whose entire day depended on whether you chose to acknowledge him or not, you have been enjoying your afternoon. The sunlight flickered across your back as you took small steps into the ocean, carefully slipping in, your mind focused on retrieving that seashell you had set your sights on. The water closed around you like a second skin, rising from your ankles to your waist as you waded deeper.

Ignoring the fact that you were not the best swimmer, you continued to go more and more into the cool water — reminding yourself of how wonderful that seashell would look on Ao’nung’s loincloth (which was the only reason you were doing this) for motivation. Taking one last steady breath, you fully dove beneath the surface, the sounds of everything around you dissolving into a muted hush as you moved closer to your goal.

You weren’t someone who took risks by any means, more like someone who, once set their mind on something, acted on impulse, which tended to really bother your boyfriend who worried for you. You could almost hear his voice in the back of your head telling you to turn back, but with the water pulling at you and your prize somewhere below, your instincts took over, turning him out and guiding you deeper without any thought. After all, what kind of metkayina were you if you couldn’t handle a little bit of water?

A smile formed on your lips when you finally spotted the seashell, reaching for it with your hand — you were so close, just a stretch away, only a small lean forward from making the vision of Ao’nung in a sexy loincloth that matched yours, a reality. So close just—

Suddenly, a voice from the shore broke through the peaceful silence of the ocean, making you pause mid dive as you questioned whether it was real or your imagination. Unfortunately for you, it was very real. You must have jinxed it with how much you were thinking of him because you recognised the distorted voice calling out to you as the one of your boyfriend’s. Was he not supposed to be on duty?

Your heart began to race when you heard familiar sound again, which was exactly the opposite of what should be happening while you were underwater. You urgently kicked upward, swimming toward the surface, already aware of the scolding that awaited you, that is if he can resist giving into your glossy eyes, which he never usually could. Ewya had gifted you with big, doe-like eyes, and you knew just how to use them to get what you wanted.

Peeking your head out of the water to gasp for air, you see Ao’nung who is visibly pissed, jumping into the water after you. Only then did you realise just how far you’d actually swum — you could say that your boyfriend was sometimes great motivation. With each deliberate stroke, you moved closer to your lover, meanwhile planning on how you could manipulate him into not being upset with you.

The feeling of a warm hand colliding with your hip made you shriek, immediately snapping you out off your thoughts. For a moment, you almost forgot that Ao’nung was known as the fastest swimmer in the clan for a reason.

“Ao’nung!” You exclaimed, pretending you hadn’t noticed the irritated expression on his face. He looks so hot when he’s mad.

Instead of greeting you wish a kiss like he typically would, he firmly grabbed you by the waist, trapping your body against his.

“Yawne,” he said sharply, “how could you be so reckless?”

“I—”

He quickly cuts you off, his grip around you tightening, “No, I leave my duties early thinking we could spend time togther but instead I find you half way outside the reef.”

He takes a deep breath, trying to his best to keep his composure so he doesn’t accidentally raise his voice, “Do you have any idea how many Akula lurk here at this time of day?”

Not giving you time to answer, Ao’nung tried to continue, but the moment he met your glossy gaze, he froze. You were looking at him with a soft expression, fluttering your lashes as if daring him to say what he had been about to.

Don’t give in Ao’nung, don’t give in, she could have hurt herself, this is serious.

Fuck, but she’s too cute

One of his hands lifted slowly, cupping your face, instant regret consuming his features, “Paskalin, I’m sorry, I was just worried that you could’ve been hurt, I—I would never forgive myself if that happened and I weren’t there to save you.”

You put your smaller hand over his, gently caressing it with your thumb in a comforting way, before opening your mouth to speak, “I’m sorry, Ma Ao’nung you were just worried, it’s my fault—”

To prevent you from blaming yourself any further, he crashed his lips against yours, using it as an excuse to pull you closer to his chest. If there was one thing the prince of the reef hated more than anything, it was you putting yourself down when in his eyes, you were an angel and could do no wrong.

“Nothing’s your fault, we’ll just forget this happened, tanhi.” He murmured into the kiss, not knowing that this had all been apart of your plan. At hearing his words, you tried your hardest not to grin so instead you just kissed him back with even more passion, playing with his hair as your tounges fought for dominance. You secretly loved how ‘whipped’ your boyfriend was for you, you could do as much as bat your lashes at him and he’d be on his knees, calling you his princess — his future Tsahìk.

You whine as he pulls away to take a breath. This time, when he leans in it’s not to kiss you, instead Ao’nung nuzzles his face into your neck, one of his hands sneakily travelling to the curve of your ass to embrace you into a hug. Now that he couldn’t see your face, you smirked to yourself at how oblivious your boyfriend was to your techniques.

“Mhm, you smell so good, princess.” He whispers, inhaling your scent. The feeling of Ao’nung’s hot breath against your skin causes your tail to instinctively curl around his muscular leg, making him let out a small chuckle. “Someone’s eager.”

You met his comment with a death stare, so to please you, he immediately wiped the smirk from his face, an act of obedience that earned him a kiss on the cheek.

“So paskalin, what made you swim all the way out here?” He asks teasingly, bending down to place kisses on your shoulder while awaiting for your answer.

“Well I really wanted to get this seashell—”

He didn’t wait for you to finish your sentence, his posture snapped straight, his gaze locking onto your pretty, glossy eyes as if silently urging you to tell him exactly what you wanted needed him to do.

Without you even having to say a word, his hand gave your ass one last gentle squeeze before he dived under the water, determined to fetch the seashell you asked for.

Who would’ve guessed that the tough, mean to everyone, future olo’eyktan was secretly such a good boy?

── .✦

[scorpiomoon-444]

look at how cute!! the metkayina children parenting their baby sister pril ♥︎(╥ ᴗ ╥) ♡ ♡

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"To Know You Again" When young love never dies, it grows into something stronger...

Pairing: Neteyam x fem!Omatikaya OC Status: COMPLETE

Summary: “Do you remember our last night here? The night before my family left?” The warm, rumbling timbre of Neteyam’s voice washed over her. “Yes,” Naia whispered. How could she forget?... She had replayed the memory of his lips over and over numerous times. One corner of Neteyam’s mouth lifted in a small smile as his eyes tracked over the delicate bridge of her nose and over her steadily flushing cheeks. His gaze stopped to rest on her lips, “You gave me something that night. I think it's time I returned it."

Set 7 years after TWoW: An exploration of what if Neteyam had to leave a girl he was close to behind when his family fled to the reefs to seek refuge.

Warnings: Adult content 18+ MDNI Content: Romance, drama, angst, fluff, sexual content, smut, soulmates, bonding.

Chapter 1 - Homecoming Chapter 2 - A Kiss Long-Awaited Chapter 3 - A Choice Already Made Chapter 4 - The Great Mother's Blessing Chapter 5 - Doubt No More Chapter 6 & Epilogue - From Now Until Forever

Thank you to all my wonderful anons & followers who have shown so much love for this piece. 😘 Comments are always hankered after & very much appreciated. If you enjoyed this story, a reblog would make my day! I don't have many followers on here, so I will love you forever for helping to share my writing. 💖

[jinxyswritting]

Hey queen, I have a requestttt (kinda angsty and lots of fluff)

It can either be loak x reader or neteyam x reader and it’s a misunderstanding trope where reader has had a crush on neteyam for years now but never said anything, rumour goes aroynd that neteyam has found his mate and she gets so depressed and it’s kinda angsty. Then she finally confesses her feelings to tsireya or kiri and neteyam overhears EVERYTHING and he has a crush on reader too. However reader avoids him a lot cuz she thinks he’s already mated while neteyam keeps trying to talk to her like multiple attempts, then finally someone forces her to talk to him and he confesses

(Sorry it took this long, but Uni has been killin my ass lately. Hope you like it. )

Like a tidal...

༉‧₊˚✧Pairing : Neteyam x Fem!Reader

༉‧₊˚✧ WC :

Love. To love, to be loved, and to be in love.

Among your people, it was more than a feeling - it was a bond whispered and carried by the tides, and blessed by Eywa herself. Like a tidal. You had always held it close, fragile and sacred, like a glowing seed cupped carefully in your palms. Never spoken too loudly, never shared too freely - as if naming it might break it.

That was simply who you were. A heart worn openly, like the shimmer of the sea carried by the sun. Your emotions were not something you hid, they flowed through you, visible in every glance, every breath, every soft tremor in your voice. A spirit as fierce as yours demanded a heart just as powerful—and yours… was hopelessly drawn to love.

And yet, beneath that warmth, there was fear.

Because love, you knew, was not always returned. And to love alone, to give everything and feel nothing echo back, was a kind of drowning no ocean could rival. A silent, suffocating ache. One that could hollow you out until nothing remained but the memory of what once was.

So you were careful. Careful with your smiles, with your lingering glances, with the way your heart reached without permission. You told yourself that you only had one heart to give, and it belonged to someone who had not yet found you. Someone chosen - not by chance, but by something deeper. Something sacred.

But no amount of care could prepare you for what was to come. For the quiet unraveling of something once so pure.

You still remember the first time the Sullys arrived. The sky had darkened under the shadows of their ikrans, their wings slicing through the golden light as they descended upon the shores of Awa’atlu. The villagers watched in silence, tension coiling through the air like an unseen current. They were outsiders, carrying stories, scars, and a past that clung to them like salt on skin. Some called them cursed. Others simply kept their distance.

But you… you couldn’t.

Something about them pulled at you, deep and insistent. Like the tide answering the breeze. Maybe it was curiosity, or perhaps admiration, but they were unlike anything you had ever known. Different, yet undeniably powerful. Like a storm that had learned how to walk on land.

Everyone knew their story. Jake Sully - the Toruk Makto, the one who had once led a revolution, the one born of sky-people blood who chose to become something more. And Neytiri - the fierce daughter of the forest who gave up everything to stand beside him.

They had lost their home. Their roots. Their world.

And yet… they endured. Because they had each other. “Sullys stick together.” It wasn’t just something they said, it was something they were. You could see it in the way they moved, in the way their eyes always searched for one another, in the silent understanding that passed between them without words.

But it wasn’t the legend that caught your attention. It was him, the one carrying himself like the Sun.

Neteyam.

From the very beginning, your gaze found him as if it had always known where to look. The eldest son. The firstborn. The weight of expectation resting heavily across his shoulders, yet he carried it with a quiet grace that made it seem effortless.

He stood tall, like his father. Moved with purpose, like his mother.

And yet, there was something softer beneath it all. Something… gentler. Neteyam was a warrior, yes, but not just in the way others were. His strength wasn’t only in his skill or his bravery, but in the kindness he carried so naturally. It was rare. Almost startling. Like finding still water in the middle of a raging sea.

When he spoke, his voice held warmth. When he smiled, it reached his eyes. And when he stood beside you… the world felt quieter.

Lighter.

As if all the sharp, jagged pieces inside you slowly began to smooth themselves out, reshaping under the quiet influence of his presence. You found yourself softening without meaning to, mirroring him, drawn into that calm like something instinctive, something inevitable.

At first, you didn’t even notice it happening.

The way your heart lingered a little longer when he was near. The way your thoughts drifted back to him when he was gone.The way your chest tightened, not painfully, but achingly, when he smiled at someone else. It grew slowly. Quietly.

A glance here. A shared moment there. A laugh that lasted just a second too long.

And you kept it to yourself. Guarded it like a secret only Eywa could hear, waiting for the right moment - the perfect moment - to let it bloom into something real. Something spoken. Something returned.

But time has a way of slipping through your fingers when you’re not looking.

Days became weeks. Weeks softened into months. And before you could truly understand what your heart had become…

Years had passed.

Growing up beside Neteyam had never felt like something that needed effort. It simply… was. Like the tide meeting the shore, like breath filling your lungs without thought.

You learned each other in quiet, instinctive ways - matching steps without realizing it, finishing each other’s thoughts with nothing more than a glance. Wherever you were, he followed, or maybe you followed him. At some point, the line blurred so completely that it no longer mattered. When you sat with the other girls, polishing shells and threading them into delicate patterns, he would always find his way beside you, clumsy fingers fumbling through the process just to hand you the prettiest shell he could find, a shy, crooked smile tugging at his lips. And when you braided someone’s hair, your touch careful and practiced, there he was again - lingering close, asking Kiri just loud enough for you to hear to braid his hair the way you always did. Always there. Always close.

Those small things, those tiny, almost meaningless gestures, became everything. They fed the quiet flame inside you until it burned brighter than you could control, until loving him stopped feeling like a choice and started feeling like something carved into your very being.

You didn’t just fall for him, you became entangled with him. It reached a point where everything that belonged to Neteyam - his voice, his scent, the sound of his laughter carried by the wind - felt like something you needed, like air, like water. You dreamed of him with your eyes open, imagined him beside you not just as he was, but as something more - your mate, your other half, the one Eywa had shaped you for.

And the more he grew, the more he seemed to become exactly what your heart had always been searching for… or maybe your heart had shaped itself around him all along.

In your eyes, he was perfect - not flawless, but yours.

The way he made you feel had no name, too vast and consuming to be contained in words. You couldn’t get enough of him - always finding reasons to be near, to touch him in passing, to laugh a little too loudly at his jokes. You circled him like a restless songbird, bright and devoted, without ever realizing you had made him your center. He was your happiness, and he didn’t even know it. He didn’t need to - because for a long time, it felt like he was yours anyway.

But happiness like that is fragile, and fragile things break the loudest.

It didn’t happen all at once - just a crack, then another, until the glass world you had built around the two of you shattered before you could understand what was happening.

Rumors had always existed, clinging to the Sullys like shadows. Some admired them, praised their strength and the way they proved themselves again and again. Others whispered, their jealousy sharp and quiet.

You had learned to ignore it, to let it pass like wind through leaves, but then the whispers began to change, to shift, to circle closer and closer until they wrapped around him. “Of course he doesn’t want a mate yet… why would he settle for one when he can have many?” “Seyra followed him into the forest… she came back hours later like she had seen the stars themselves.”

Each word struck like something cursed. At first, you refused to believe it, you couldn’t. Not him. Not Neteyam. He wasn’t like that. He couldn’t be. He was… yours. Wasn’t he?

But doubt is cruel - once it slips in, it spreads quietly, patiently. And your heart began to ache long before the truth ever reached you. You could have asked him, you should have, but the fear of hearing it from his own voice was unbearable. So you waited, clinging to a fragile thread of hope even as it unraveled in your hands.

Until one day, you saw them. Neteyam walking in perfect sync with Seyra - close, comfortable, certain.

And just like that, everything ended.

The boy you had loved so quietly, so completely, had found someone to stand beside him, and it wasn’t you. Not after all those years, not after everything you had been to each other.

The bitterness of it settled deep, because Seyra was everything you were not - taller, stronger, shaped like a true warrior of the reef, her name spoken with admiration among your people. She fit beside him in a way that made sense to everyone, and of course they celebrated it, of course they were happy for them.

And you… you were left behind in the quiet, slowly poisoned by something you couldn’t fight.

You mourned a love that had never even been given the chance to exist, like a widow grieving a life that had never been lived. It hollowed you out, drained you until even breathing felt heavy. Knowing he was near, just a few steps away from your marui, was enough to twist something deep inside you, sharp and unbearable, so you hid.

Curled into yourself, rooted to the same place for hours, replaying everything over and over again, searching for the moment it slipped away. When did it change? When did he turn away from you… or had you imagined it all?

Eventually, you had to step out of your home, if only to keep up appearances. Too many people had started to worry, their glances lingering a second too long, their voices soft with concern whenever they spoke your name. You couldn’t hide forever, no matter how much you wanted to.

Still, the moment your feet touched the warm sand again, something felt… wrong. The sun no longer kissed your skin the way it used to, its warmth dull and distant, like it belonged to someone else. The grains beneath your feet didn’t tickle or soothe you, they were just there. Everything was. And you… you weren’t. It was as if something inside you had gone quiet, leaving behind a hollow, echoing cold that spread from your chest to the very tips of your fingers.

People noticed. Of course they did. How could they not? The girl who once moved like living light - always laughing, always reaching, always there - had faded into something unrecognizable. Your presence no longer filled a space, it barely occupied it.

It showed in your eyes most of all - those deep blue hues that once shimmered with turquoise brightness, now dulled, dimmed like a sky before a storm that never breaks. Your arms stayed wrapped around yourself as if you were trying to hold something in place, something fragile that threatened to fall apart at any moment. Your lips, once so quick to smile, now pressed into a thin, tired line.

And somewhere beyond your awareness… Neteyam noticed it first.

Your absence unsettled him in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

At first, it was just a thought - she hasn’t been around much. Then it became something sharper, something that tugged at him with quiet insistence. He knew you too well to dismiss it as nothing.

You weren’t the type to disappear, not without reason. And when reason didn’t present itself, concern took its place. He asked about you - casually at first, then more often, his voice tightening ever so slightly each time your name came up without a clear answer. But the worst came when you began to avoid him entirely.

Every time he tried to catch you alone, something stood in the way. You were sleeping. You had somewhere else to be. You slipped away before he could even reach you, turning your back the moment his presence brushed against yours. It wasn’t subtle, it couldn’t be, and it left him with a quiet, gnawing ache he didn’t know how to name. He had thought your bond was something shared, something mutual. Not something that could simply vanish overnight. Were you hurt? Were you sick? Had someone done something to you?

He didn’t know. And not knowing ate at him.

“Come, come…”

Tsireya’s voice broke through the haze, light and insistent, as she patted the sand beside her. Before you could even think of an excuse, Kiri’s hand had already wrapped around your wrist, pulling you along with a familiarity you didn’t have the strength to resist.

The two of them sat as they often did, small baskets of beads scattered between them, threads catching the sunlight in soft glimmers. It was such a normal scene, so painfully normal, that it irritated you in a way that felt foreign, almost wrong. All you wanted was to go back, to curl into yourself and disappear into sleep, to escape the exhaustion that clung to you like a second skin.

But Kiri never took no for an answer, and Tsireya’s smile was already too warm, too expectant. So there you were, back in your old place, like nothing had changed.

Your lips parted, a complaint ready to slip out, heavy and sharp, but Tsireya cut you off before you could speak.

“We missed this,” she said softly, her voice carrying a quiet joy as her fingers continued their work. “So yes… you’re staying.”

And just like that, guilt settled over you, thick and suffocating. It pressed against your chest, making it harder to breathe, harder to think.

It wasn’t fair. Not now. Not when you could barely hold yourself together. You had the right to be selfish just this once… didn’t you? Then why did it feel like you were the one doing something wrong?

Being around them only made it worse.

Their laughter, their ease, the soft rhythm of their movements, it all felt like a mirror reflecting everything you had lost. Everything you no longer were. Their happiness twisted something deep inside your stomach, a quiet reminder of how out of place you had become ever since… him.

And Kiri, Eywa, Kiri was the worst of it. Not because of anything she did, but because of what she was. There was something about her - her softness, the way she carried herself, the quiet strength beneath it all - that echoed him in ways you couldn’t ignore. She felt like a reflection, like a fragment of him standing right in front of you, and it made your chest ache in ways you couldn’t put into words.

“I don’t know what to say about this…” you finally murmured, your voice distant, fingers dragging absent patterns into the sand just to avoid looking at them.

Both girls stilled, their attention shifting to you immediately. It wasn’t like you, not at all. You loved these moments, cherished them.

So where had that version of you gone?

“Y/N…” Kiri’s voice softened, her hands leaving her work as she turned fully toward you, concern written clearly across her features. “You’re like our sister. Seeing you like this, it’s worrying us. Please… talk to us.” Her hand came to your shoulder, rubbing gently, grounding, comforting.

And just like that, it hit you.

That unbearable, suffocating need to cry. To let it all spill out, raw and ugly and real. It clawed at your throat, burned behind your eyes, but fear held it back. Fear of saying it out loud. Fear of hearing it. Fear of making it real in a way you couldn’t undo.

“I… I’m just tired.”

The words came out wrong - tight, strained, barely holding together as the knot inside you twisted painfully. Even you didn’t believe them.

Tsireya moved without hesitation, closing the distance between you in a single motion. Her arms wrapped around you, pulling you firmly against her chest, warm and unyielding, like something meant to protect rather than comfort. There was no escaping it - not that you truly tried.

“I can feel your spirit,” she murmured gently, her voice low and certain. “Something is hurting you. You were fine… not long ago. What changed?”

You did.

That’s what you wanted to scream.

Your heart did. Your feelings. Your foolish, fragile hope that had grown into something too big, too consuming to survive.

You fell in love.

And it destroyed you.

“Nothing, really. I’m just going through a rough phase, I believe. Just… give me some time to figure myself out.”

Your voice came out softer than you intended, fragile at the edges, as if it might crack apart if pushed even a little further. Tears burned behind your eyes, already threatening to spill, but you forced yourself to look away, far beyond them, far beyond everything, fixing your gaze on the endless stretch of sea. The waves rolled in and out, steady and indifferent, as if nothing in the world had changed.

Just a little longer. If you could just hold it in a little longer… you could break later, when no one was there to see.

The silence that followed was heavy.

You didn’t need to look at them to know they didn’t believe you. How could they? You had grown up together, shared too many moments, too many pieces of yourselves. They knew you like the lines of their own hands. To them, you were as easy to read as clear water over white sand.

“If you don’t want to speak to us…” Tsireya began carefully, her voice gentle but firm, “you could speak to someone else. Lo’ak, maybe… or my brother. Neteyam is worried too. He’s been trying to talk to you for so long…”

And just like that, everything shattered.

His name struck something deep inside you, something raw and unhealed, and before you could stop it, the tears spilled over. Your chest convulsed violently as sobs tore their way out, sharp and uncontrollable, each breath catching painfully in your throat. It hurt, just as much as it had every other day, tight and suffocating, like your lungs refused to work properly under the weight of it.

“Great Mother, help us, Y/N, what’s happening to you?!” Kiri’s voice broke, panic slipping through as her hands came up to cup your face, turning you toward her as if searching for an answer hidden somewhere in your expression.

But there was nothing there to find.

Just broken breaths. Shaking shoulders. Tears that wouldn’t stop.

“I’m sick of it… I’m sick!” The words ripped out of you, jagged and desperate, as you pushed yourself away from them, your body trembling as your hands pressed into the sand, grounding yourself against the sudden surge of emotion. “Both mentally and physically-...it’s like a parasite, eating me from the inside out!”

Your voice rose, strained and unstable, your fingers clawing instinctively at your neck before dragging down to your chest, pressing hard against the place where your heart throbbed erratically beneath your ribs.

“This heart is messing with me- I… I want it out!”

The words came out almost hysterical, laced with something raw and dangerous, your eyes flashing with a kind of anger that didn’t belong to you, not really. “It sickens me, do you get it?!”

The two of them froze.

Neither of them knew how to respond, your words hanging in the air like something forbidden, something wrong. It was as if they were looking at a stranger, someone twisted by pain into something unrecognizable.

“We can talk about it, okay? It will be fine—...” Kiri tried, her voice soft, careful, reaching for you like she always did.

But this time, you recoiled. A sharp, almost feral hiss slipped through your teeth, your body tensing as if her touch burned.

“Stop this crap!” you snapped, your voice breaking under the weight of everything you had been holding in. “You don’t know anything! It’s not like I could help myself either - do you think I like the way I am now? Hell no!”

Each word came out heavier than the last, soaked in bitterness, in frustration, in something dangerously close to self-loathing as your hand pressed harder against your chest.

“And for what? Because of this stupid heart I have?”

Your breath hitched, voice dropping into something quieter, more broken, yet somehow more painful.

“I got cursed…”

The words trembled as they left you, barely above a whisper now.

“Cursed by loving someone who was never meant to be mine.”

Your lips quivered, your vision blurring again as fresh tears slipped down your cheeks, unstoppable.

“I wasted the one thing I treasured… for what?” your voice cracked, hollow and defeated. “For nothing.”

Silence fell again, but this time, it was heavier.

Different.

“…But you never looked at anyone,” Tsireya murmured slowly, confusion threading through her voice as she tried to piece everything together. “You never told us you were interested in someone…”

A laugh escaped you - low, hollow, and completely lifeless. It didn’t sound like you at all.

“I didn’t want to,” you admitted, your voice trembling as your gaze dropped back to the sand, unfocused. “Not until I felt him… falling for me the same way I was falling for him.”

The words felt bitter on your tongue.

“Can you imagine?” you let out another weak, broken breath, shaking your head slightly. “All those years… trying to matter to him. Trying to be seen.”

Your lips trembled again, your chest tightening painfully.

“And another woman got him… in just a few weeks.”

The shame hit harder when you said it out loud. It burned through you, hot and suffocating, making your face flush as if the truth itself was something humiliating. Something you should have hidden better.

“Are you speaking about—...” Kiri started carefully, her voice barely above a whisper.

But you cut her off immediately. A weak, trembling motion of your hand, as if even the sound of his name would break you further.

“Don’t,” you breathed, your voice fragile now, almost pleading. “Don’t even say his name… I beg you.”

Your throat tightened again, your stomach twisting violently at the mere thought of him being close, existing somewhere within reach.

“Just thinking about him being near me…” you swallowed hard, your voice dropping into something quiet and raw, “makes me sick.”

You drew in a shaky breath, your body still trembling, your heart still aching...

“…the worst part is that I still love him.”

From afar, Aonung jabbed Neteyam sharply between the shoulder blades, the sudden impact snapping the forest Na’vi out of whatever thoughts had taken hold of him. His body tensed instinctively, head turning with a quiet, irritated breath, only to be met with Aonung’s knowing look, brows slightly raised, lips curled in something halfway between amusement and concern.

“Pay attention,” Aonung muttered under his breath, though his gaze flickered past Neteyam almost immediately, toward the scene unfolding not too far from them.

Both Lo’ak and Aonung had noticed it - the shift in the air, the way your voice had risen just enough to carry, strained and breaking in a way that didn’t belong to you. It wasn’t hard to connect the pieces. Not when Neteyam had been restless for days, distracted in a way that was unlike him, his attention always drifting, always searching.

And now… this.

Neteyam frowned, confusion knitting his brows as his gaze followed theirs, landing on you. At first, he didn’t fully understand what he was seeing - your trembling frame, Kiri and Tsireya gathered close, the tension thick around you like a storm about to break. But then your voice carried again, raw and uneven, and something inside his chest tightened sharply.

“…Don’t even say his name… I beg you…”

He froze.

It wasn’t just what you said, it was the way you said it. Like it hurt. Like it destroyed you just to speak.

A strange, uneasy feeling crept up his spine, something cold and unfamiliar. His jaw tightened slightly as his eyes stayed fixed on you, trying to understand, to make sense of something that refused to fall into place.

“What’s wrong with her?” Lo’ak murmured, his voice lower now, stripped of its usual edge as concern settled in. His brother couldn't really figure out if he was worried because of you or for his mate, who was desperately trying to help you cope with your emotions.

Neteyam didn’t answer right away.

He couldn’t.

Because something about this felt… wrong.

You had been avoiding him, he knew that much. Felt it every time you turned away, every time you slipped through his reach like something he wasn’t allowed to hold onto anymore.

And now, seeing you like this - broken, shaking, unraveling right in front of him - it didn’t sit right with anything he thought he knew.

“…I don’t know,” he finally admitted, his voice quieter than usual, rough around the edges.

Both Aonung and Lo’ak shared the same look - one that sat uncomfortably between irritation and something almost pitying, their expressions tightening as they watched the scene unfold.

“Man, I told you to stop getting involved with that woman,” Lo’ak muttered under his breath, though there was nothing light about it this time. His hand lifted, gesturing sharply toward where you sat, barely held together between Kiri and Tsireya. “Look what you did… to the one who actually loves you.”

The words hit harder than any blow.

Neteyam’s jaw clenched, a quiet, frustrated sound leaving him as he dragged a hand down his face, but he didn’t argue. He didn’t deny it. Because deep down, far deeper than he ever allowed himself to admit, he knew they were right.

They had always been right.

From the very beginning. And still… he chose not to see it. Or maybe it was easier that way. Easier to pretend, easier to push it aside, easier than facing something he didn’t know how to handle.

Because the truth was simple, and yet painfully complicated.

Neteyam didn’t understand feelings.

Not the way others did.

He had grown up learning that emotions could be dangerous, that they could cloud judgment, weaken resolve, put not only him but the people he cared about at risk.

He had seen it happen, seen how deeply things could spiral when feelings took control. He had watched it through Lo’ak, through every reckless decision driven by impulse and heart rather than reason. And so, Neteyam learned the opposite.

He learned control. Distance. Neutrality.

Or at least… he thought he did. Because none of that prepared him for you.

At first, it had been easy to explain. You were always there, always just behind him, beside him, laughing too loud, pushing too hard, never afraid to challenge him in ways no one else dared. You were part of his life in the most natural way possible, woven into it so tightly that he never thought to question it.

You were… his responsibility.

Something like a younger sister - someone he had to look after, to guide, to protect. That’s what he told himself, over and over again, whenever his chest tightened a little too much when you smiled at him. Whenever his gaze lingered a second too long. Whenever your absence felt… wrong.

He ignored it.Buried it. Because it didn’t make sense. Not when you had always been you. But time had a way of shifting things, whether he wanted it to or not.

You grew. Changed. And somewhere along the way, without him realizing it, without him allowing himself to realize it, something inside him changed too.

It wasn’t sudden. It was quiet. Subtle. Dangerous in the way it crept up on him slowly, until it was already there, already rooted too deep to be ignored.

The way his heartbeat picked up when you were near. The way your voice lingered in his mind long after you were gone. The way no one else - no one - ever seemed to hold his attention the same way you did.

And when it finally clicked… It unsettled him. Because it wasn’t supposed to be like that.You weren’t supposed to be the one. And yet… you were. You - with that taunting smile that always managed to get under his skin. You - the only one bold enough to push him, to challenge him, to make him feel something other than control. You - with your rough edges and ocean-deep eyes, impossible to ignore, impossible to forget.

It had always been you.

And seeing you like that - drained, hollow, nothing like the girl he had known his entire life - forced something into place inside him with a sharp, almost painful clarity. It hit him all at once, heavy and undeniable. Every broken word that left your lips, every tear that carved its way down your pale cheeks, twisted something deep in his chest until it hurt to even breathe.

He had done this.

Not intentionally, not cruelly, but that didn’t matter. The result was the same.

He had stood there, silent, uncertain, letting others speak for him, letting assumptions grow into something ugly and untrue. He had let the wrong story be written… and you had paid the price for it.

“I… just—shut it, guys. I’ll fix it.” His voice came out low, strained, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. “I’m the one responsible for this.”

There was no hesitation left in him now. No doubt.

Only urgency.

His steps moved almost on their own, faster with each second, cutting through the distance that suddenly felt unbearable. The closer he got, the heavier it all felt - the tension, the pain, the weight of everything he should have said long ago.

He expected resistance.

Expected you to push him away, to look at him with anger, with hurt—with anything that matched what he had done.

And you did.

But not in the way he had prepared for.

The moment his presence reached you, it was as if something inside you snapped. Your entire body reacted before your mind could catch up, tensing, recoiling, your head turning sharply toward him as if he were something to be feared rather than known.

Something feral flickered behind your eyes.

Something broken.

“Y/N…”

His voice softened instinctively, cautious, careful, as if approaching something wounded - because that’s what you looked like. His ears pressed back against his head, his posture lowering just slightly, the way it always did when he felt… wrong. When he didn’t know how to fix what stood in front of him.

But this time, it wasn’t enough.

Just when you thought the fire inside your chest had reached its limit, when you were certain nothing could burn worse than this, it did.

Because there he was - close, too close. Reaching for you with the same arms that had always meant safety, warmth, something dangerously close to home… and yet now they felt unbearable, heavy in a way that made your skin crawl, like something sacred that had turned into a burden you could no longer carry.

“Get away!” The hiss tore out of you before you could stop it, raw and primal, sharp enough to freeze the air around you. It wasn’t just anger - it was something feral, something wounded, something that had been locked away for far too long. No one dared to interfere. Not Kiri, not Tsireya. They saw it clearly, this was the breaking point, and it belonged to you.

Neteyam didn’t step back.

Of course he didn’t. His ears flattened instinctively, that familiar crease forming between his brows as his tail lashed once behind him, restrained but tense, like he was holding himself together by force.

“Y/N… we have to sort this out, okay?” His voice was steady, but there was something underneath it now - something strained, something almost desperate.

One sharp glance toward the others was enough to send them away, reluctant but understanding, leaving the space between you exposed, raw, suffocating. Just the two of you, standing in the wreckage of something that once felt unbreakable.

“What is there left to talk about, huh?” The words spilled out harshly, your throat burning with the effort of holding everything else back.

Tears threatened again, blurring your vision, but this time you refused them, you would not let him see you break again, not like before. Not when he was the reason.

He frowned, confusion flashing across his face, real and unfiltered, and somehow that made it worse. “What happened to you, Y/N? To us? Why didn’t you come to me? Why couldn’t you tell me what was bothering you?”

There was no blame in his voice, no anger - just sincerity, just that same quiet care he had always carried for you. And for a second - a single, dangerous second - it made your chest twist with something that almost felt like regret.

Almost.

A hollow laugh slipped from your lips, bitter and lifeless, nothing like the sound he remembered. “Eywa must hate me,” you murmured, your voice trembling despite everything you did to steady it.

Every nerve in your body felt like it was burning, small tremors running through you, making it harder to even stand still.

“I’m so sick of pretending… pretending about what I feel, pretending this - this friendship is enough, pretending I’m okay watching everyone circle around you like it doesn’t tear me apart from the inside out.” Your breath hitched, uneven, your hands curling into themselves as if you could somehow hold everything in. “It’s the worst curse someone could have.”

Confusion shifted across his features again, but this time it wasn’t empty - it was searching, desperate, like he was finally starting to see the shape of something he had missed for far too long.

But you didn’t give him time to speak, because if you stopped now, you would fall apart completely.

“I can’t be your friend anymore.” The words landed heavy, final, cutting through the space between you like something irreversible.

“Not because I don’t want to…” your voice cracked despite your efforts, betraying the truth you were trying so hard to control, “but because it hurts. It hurts to have the one thing my heart wants so close to me and still not be able to reach for it.”

Your hand pressed weakly against your chest, fingers trembling over your racing heart. “Because it doesn’t belong to me.”

You laughed again, quieter this time, broken, painfully aware of how it sounded even as you said it.

“I know… I know how stupid it sounds. After all these years…” Your gaze dropped for a moment, your body swaying slightly under the weight of it all. “And Eywa knows I tried - I tried so hard to stop it, to ignore it, to kill it before it could turn into something like this.”

Your voice faltered, breath catching as everything you had buried clawed its way out. “But it was too late.” Slowly, you looked back at him, no anger left now, no sharpness - just something raw, something completely exposed, something that had nowhere left to hide. “Because this stupid heart of mine…” your voice broke, barely holding together, “chose you. From the very beginning.”

He followed every word like it was something sacred, something fragile that could slip through his fingers if he didn’t hold onto it tightly enough. His ears twitched with each sound, catching not just what you said—but what you meant, what trembled beneath your voice, what broke between your breaths. He had never listened like this before. Never needed to. And now… now it felt like if he missed even a single piece of you, he would lose you entirely.

Because that’s what this was.

A breaking point.

You stood there, both of you, on the edge of something neither of you fully understood - he didn’t know if he was about to lose you, and you didn’t know if you were about to lose him too.

And for the first time in his life, Neteyam felt something dangerously close to fear wrap around his chest, tightening with every second you looked at him like he was already gone.

“I see you…”

His voice came quieter than before, stripped of control, stripped of that practiced calm he had always hidden behind. It wasn’t the voice of a warrior now. It was just… him. Raw. Unguarded.

“Body and soul. More than you think… more than I ever allowed myself to admit.”

He took a step closer—not enough to crowd you, not enough to push you—but enough to close the distance that suddenly felt unbearable. His movements were careful, like he was approaching something sacred… or something that could shatter at the slightest touch.

“You think I didn’t notice?” he continued, his voice low, almost breathless now, like the words had been waiting for too long and didn’t know how to come out properly. “The way you look at me… the way you’re always there, always reaching, always giving more than anyone ever asked of you?”

His gaze softened, something aching settling deep within it.

“I noticed everything.”

A pause. A breath.

“I just didn’t understand it… not at first.”

His hand lifted slightly, hesitating mid-air before falling back to his side, like even now he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you anymore.

“You were always there,” he murmured, quieter now, almost like he was speaking more to himself than to you. “Always beside me. I thought… that was all it was. That you were just…” he exhaled shakily, searching for the right words, “…mine in a way that didn’t need questioning.”

His jaw tightened slightly, regret flickering across his features.

“But then it changed.”

His eyes met yours again, steady this time, even if everything else about him wasn’t.

“And I didn’t know what to do with it.”

There was no pride in his voice now. No certainty. Just honesty—painfully clear, painfully real.

“My heart started to… react to you,” he admitted, the words slower now, like each one mattered too much to rush. “The way you smiled, the way you fought me, the way you challenged me like no one else ever could…” A faint, almost broken hint of a smile touched his lips. “You made me feel things I wasn’t taught how to handle.”

He swallowed hard, his voice dipping lower.

“And that scared me.”

The confession lingered between you, heavy and unpolished.

“So I did what I thought was right,” he continued, quieter still. “I ignored it. I buried it. I told myself it wasn’t real… because I didn’t know how to face something that could take control away from me.”

Another step closer. This time, slower. More certain.

“But it was real.”

His voice steadied, not because the emotion was gone, but because he had finally stopped running from it.

“It’s always been real.”

Now, when his hand lifted again, it didn’t hesitate as much—fingers reaching carefully, slowly, until they hovered just inches away from yours. Close enough to feel the warmth, but not yet touching. Waiting.

“You think you’re the only one who suffered?” he asked softly, not accusing, just… asking. “You think it didn’t hurt, watching you pull away from me? Feeling you disappear without knowing why?”

His brows drew together, pain flickering across his face.

“I thought I was losing you… and I didn’t even understand what I had done wrong.”

A breath. A pause.

“And now I do.”

His voice dropped into something deeper, something steadier—something that carried weight.

“I was too late.”

The words hurt to say. It showed.

“I let fear make choices for me… and it pushed you away.”

Finally, his fingers brushed against yours, barely there, hesitant, like he was asking without words if he was still allowed.

“But listen to me…”

His gaze locked onto yours, unwavering now, filled with something that could no longer be mistaken.

“You didn’t love alone.”

The words settled softly, but they carried more truth than anything else he had said.

“I loved you too.”

A breath caught in his chest, like even now, saying it out loud felt unreal.

“I just didn’t know how to say it… until it was almost too late.”

His hand finally closed around yours, gently but firmly, grounding himself as much as he was grounding you.

“You were never a mistake,” he whispered, his voice rough now, emotion breaking through despite everything. “Never something I overlooked. You were the only one who ever reached that far into me… the only one who made me feel like I wasn’t just what I was meant to be.”

His thumb brushed lightly against your skin, a small, trembling gesture that said more than his words ever could.

“And if you think I’m letting you walk away now…”

A faint, fragile smile broke through the tension, soft and aching. “…then you really don’t see me as well as you think you do.”

“But what about the woman you were spending all that time with, huh?” The words came out uneven, fragile despite the sharp edge you tried to give them.

Your eyes, glassy with unshed tears, searched his face like you were trying to carve the truth out of him, piece by piece. “All those days… just the two of you, running through the forest, so close…” Your voice faltered at the end, quieter now, almost breaking under its own weight, as if even saying it out loud hurt more than you had prepared for.

For a split second, Neteyam just looked at you - really looked at you -and something softened so deeply in his expression it almost undid you. Then, to your surprise, a quiet laugh slipped from his lips. Not mocking. Not cruel. Just… relieved, almost disbelieving, like he couldn’t quite grasp how something so simple had twisted into something that hurt you this much.

Before you could react, he closed the distance completely, his forehead pressing gently against yours, warm and grounding. He rubbed it lightly against you, a familiar, affectionate gesture that felt so him it made your chest tighten all over again - but differently this time. Softer.

“She’s building a place for her mate,” he murmured, his voice low, calm now, like he was smoothing over every sharp edge inside you with each word. “Somewhere hidden. Somewhere safe… in case they ever need it.”

His breath brushed against your lips as he spoke, close enough that you could feel every small shift in him.

“She loves her woman,” he added, a faint smile tugging at his mouth, something almost amused flickering in his tone. “Deeply. Enough that if I had even thought about making a move…” he huffed softly, shaking his head just a little against yours, “…I would’ve been torn apart by both of them before I could even explain myself.”

One of his hands came up slowly, carefully, like he was still afraid you might pull away, his fingers brushing along your arm before settling there, steady, warm.

“I was helping her,” he continued more quietly. “Keeping it quiet so no one would question where she was going, what she was doing. That’s all it ever was.”

There was a pause then, a breath shared between you, the tension shifting, unraveling, piece by fragile piece.

“And all that time…” his voice softened further, almost a whisper now, something heavy with meaning settling into it, “…you thought I was choosing someone else.”

His forehead stayed pressed to yours, unmoving now, like he didn’t want to risk losing this closeness again.

“I was never looking at anyone else.”

You felt the heat rise instantly, spreading across your cheeks until it burned, impossible to hide.

There was no denying it - you were ashamed. All those days spent crying, breaking, convincing yourself of something that had never even been real.

All that pain, all that misery… because you had been too afraid to ask, too afraid to face him. In that moment, you felt painfully, embarrassingly small.

“Her… woman?” you echoed weakly, lips pulling into a crooked, uncertain line as you glanced up at him, still trying to process it. “Eywa… this is just—...”

You didn’t even get to finish.

Neteyam laughed, soft at first, then fuller, warmer, like something had finally lifted from his chest.

His hands came up to cup your face, fingers spreading gently over your flushed cheeks, thumbs brushing lightly beneath your eyes where tears had once fallen. There was no mockery in it, no cruelty, just relief, affection, and something deeply fond.

“Uh-huh,” he murmured, still smiling as he leaned closer, his voice dropping into something softer, more intimate. “You fooled yourself… all because you were too scared to come to me.” His thumbs traced slow, absent circles against your skin, grounding, steady. “Little skxawng…” he added under his breath, the word lacking any real bite, softened completely by the warmth in his tone. “Making me wait for you like a mad, driven man…”

Your breath caught somewhere between your lungs and your throat as he leaned in closer, his nose brushing yours. Everything slowed, the sound of the waves, the distant voices, the world around you fading into something quiet and distant.

“And now…” he whispered, his voice barely there, lips just a breath away from yours, “let’s stop wasting time.”

There was no rush in the way he moved. No hesitation either.

Just certainty.

His hand shifted slightly, one thumb tilting your chin up just enough to close the last inch of distance between you, and when his lips finally met yours, it was softer than you had ever imagined. Gentle, careful, as if he was afraid you might still disappear if he pressed too hard.

It wasn’t overwhelming.

It wasn’t rushed.

It was… right.

A quiet kind of right that settled deep in your chest, unraveling every knot that had been tied there for so long. His lips lingered against yours, warm and steady, like he was memorizing the feeling, like he had been waiting for this moment just as long as you had - only neither of you had known it.

And when he pulled back, it wasn’t far.

His forehead rested against yours once more, breath still mingling with yours, his hands never leaving your face.

“There,” he murmured softly, a faint smile in his voice. “Was that so hard?” -----------------------------------------------------

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Pairings - Aonung x F! Reader

Summery - Love grows more complicated in Awa’atlu as mating season passes through for everyone else, while you and Aonung watch from the sidelines.

CW - Established relationship, fluff.

A/N - Short but very cuteee, my inbox is finally empty so drop a request !!!

— <3

Mating season swept through Awa’atlu for the young-adult Na’vi. The exciting ceremonial dinners feast, fun festival nights hosted to engage with one another, chaotic competitions held among pairs and groups, as well as the boring lectures of elder Na’vi on how it is regulated and controlled. Though mating season was much more complicated than it seemed to most young adults, nightly sessions of ranting about how knotty pairing could be very common each sun-down, just like right now.

Kaleen sighed again, “She told me we were alright! Then a second later she’s avoiding me..” he ran a frustrated hand over his face, “I feel you, brother” Thalric added to the conversation, with the same sullen tone “Mine ignored me all morning, and broke the silence to tell me how I reek of fish paste after training.” Aonung who was silently listening to his friends' dismay, let out a faint laugh at Thalric’s last words. And this did not go unnoticed by his two friends. Both turned to him sharply, already ready to torment him over how little he could relate. Kaelen shifted closer to Aonung, “Surely she gives you a bit of trouble?” he prodded, placing his palm on his shoulder playfully. Aonung simply gave a blank blink at his question, You? Trouble? Never. It was in fact the complete opposite, loving you was seamless, like your love was exactly carved just for him. “She does not, she is an angel.” Aonung finally replied, exaggerating the last word “angel”, as he leaned back more comfortably. Thalric gently scoffed at his response, already knowing Aonung wouldn’t ever speak that way about anyone else. Roxto, who had been listening quietly, snorted. “Yeah, yeah he’s whipped.”

—

And coincidentally, the exact situation was unfolding with you. You lazily twirled a loose strand of your friend Sivara’s hair around your fingers, as she huffed over an earlier encounter “He is impossible!” you hummed quietly in response, “I told him to fetch me some Panopyra, and he returned with a smelly fish to make up for failing.” “No.” “Yes sister!” you giggled at her scowl. “Does your mate ever not listen?,” she asked, pursing her lips in defeat. You gave the same simple blank blink. Aonung? Not listening? Never. It was in fact the complete opposite, he was the best listener you knew, always patient and always present, devotion sewed into every small thing he did. “Unfortunately for your disappointment, he is always listening.” you replied easily. Sivara nearly melted where she sat. “You are supposed to be suffering with us!” Friyera, another close friend, cut in. At moments like this, you were grateful how natural you and Aonung came together. Some of these boys were truly clueless. “Do not worry, sisters, I’m sure he will have me fed up one of these days.” you teased. Friyera sighed dramatically. “We are at least happy one of us is completely whipped.”

—

The night fell and you lay peacefully on your woven cushioned mat, waiting for mate to finish his conversations outside your marui. At last, you heard the beaded covering lift, bringing your tired gaze to find him. Aonung stepped inside, his eyes softening the moment he saw you awake. “Tired today baby?” he quietly asked, making his way toward you, “It was a very long day.” He slipped in behind you, his arms immediately wrapping around your figure. You purred softly as you turned to face him, warmth spreading through you at his touch. “And you?” He lifted a hand to cradle your cheek. “Not as bad.. but mating season is worrying Kaleen and the group hard.” he murmured. “It is all I heard every time we gathered together.” Your eyes widened slightly. “Really? It was the exact same for me. Sivara was very troubled today..” You pulled him closer by the shoulders. He melted against you, burying his face into the curve of your neck. “Hm..” He pressed a soft kiss there. “Luckily for me, I have been content with my girl since the beginning.” he mumbled as his eyes lidded. You smiled lazily at that. Shifting closer, you placed a gentle kiss to his lips, feeling him return it with the last of his energy. Then, fully letting your body relax, you rested in his arms.

— <3

[playdat]

A Warrior Without a Sea

Story: Aonung was already in a bad mood, you come to talk to him, and you two end up fighting and A word slipped from his tongue that made you not stop talking to him, but to leave, to your clan (also you slap him in front of his parents) — then he came to you (omatokaya clan to earm you back) and now neteyam and loak were watching him closely — (part 4)

You will find the other parts here

The first day felt longer than any battle Ao’nung had ever fought.

The forest didn’t welcome him.

It resisted him.

Every step felt wrong. The ground was uneven, tangled with roots that caught at his feet. The air was thicker than the open coast, filled with sounds he didn’t understand—things moving where he couldn’t see them.

Back in the reef, his body had always known what to do.

Here—

He felt like a child.

Climbing was the worst.

He watched the Omatikaya move through trees like it was nothing—hands, feet, balance, all working together as if they were born from the branches themselves.

Ao’nung reached for the bark, gripping hard, trying to pull himself up.

He slipped.

Caught himself.

Tried again.

Higher this time—

Then his foot lost its hold.

He fell.

Hard.

A breath knocked from his lungs as he hit the ground, leaves scattering beneath him.

For a moment, he just lay there, staring up through the branches.

Then—

A small shadow moved above.

Tuk climbed effortlessly past the spot he had just fallen from, her small hands gripping the bark with ease.

She didn’t even struggle.

She reached a branch, sat on it, and looked down at him.

“…You’re really bad at that,” she said bluntly.

Ao’nung let out a quiet breath, pushing himself up.

“I noticed.”

She tilted her head. “Why are you doing it wrong?”

He almost laughed at that.

“Because I don’t belong here,” he muttered.

Tuk didn’t fully understand—but she shrugged anyway and climbed higher, leaving him behind.

Ao’nung looked up at her for a moment.

Then sighed.

And tried again.

It didn’t get easier.

By the time the sun had shifted, his arms were sore, his hands scratched, and his patience worn thin.

That’s when they showed up.

Lo'ak dropped down from a branch nearby, landing lightly, like gravity barely touched him.

Right behind him, steady and composed, was Neteyam.

They had been watching.

Of course they had.

Lo’ak crossed his arms, clearly unimpressed. “That was painful to watch.”

Ao’nung didn’t respond.

Neteyam’s gaze moved over him, taking in the dirt, the marks, the frustration.

“You won’t last long like that,” he said simply.

Ao’nung wiped his hands against his thighs, steadying his breath. “Then I’ll last longer.”

Lo’ak snorted. “Confidence doesn’t help when you fall every five seconds.”

“I don’t remember asking for your help.”

“Good,” Lo’ak shot back. “Because you’re not getting it.”

The bow was worse.

They handed it to him like a test he had already failed.

Ao’nung turned it in his hands, unfamiliar with its balance. It felt lighter than what he was used to—but harder to control.

“Draw,” Neteyam instructed.

Ao’nung set an arrow, pulling back the string.

His posture was off.

His stance wrong.

He released.

The arrow flew—

And hit a tree far from the target.

Lo’ak let out a laugh. “Not even close.”

Ao’nung grabbed another arrow.

Adjusted.

Tried again.

This time, it didn’t even make it halfway.

“Even Tuk can aim better than that,” Lo’ak added, shaking his head.

Ao’nung’s jaw tightened.

“Again,” Neteyam said.

The third shot scraped the ground.

“Save your breath,” Neteyam added after a moment, voice calm but cutting. “And go back to the water.”

That one landed.

Ao’nung lowered the bow slowly.

Silence hung for a second.

Then he spoke.

“Talking like you two weren’t terrible when you first came to us asking for uturu.”

That changed the air.

Neteyam’s eyes met his instantly—sharp, steady.

“We came because of war,” he said. “Not because we hurt someone who left everything behind to be with us.”

The words hit harder than any fall.

Lo’ak didn’t joke this time.

He just watched.

Ao’nung didn’t look away.

His grip on the bow tightened.

“I know why I’m here,” Ao’nung said quietly.

Neteyam stepped closer.

“Do you?” he asked. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re here to feel better about yourself.”

Ao’nung’s voice dropped.

“I’m here because I already feel worse.”

That stopped them.

Just for a second.

Neteyam studied him more carefully now—not just seeing the outsider, but the weight he carried.

Lo’ak shifted slightly, less amused than before.

“You think staying here fixes it?” Lo’ak asked.

“No,” Ao’nung said.

“Then why stay?”

Ao’nung finally lifted the bow again.

Set another arrow.

His arms were shaking slightly now—but he didn’t lower them.

“Because leaving would mean I learned nothing.”

He drew the string back again.

Focused.

Breathed.

Released.

The arrow flew—

And this time, it struck closer. Not perfect. Not clean.

But closer.

Lo’ak didn’t comment.

Neteyam didn’t either.

They just watched.

Ao’nung lowered the bow slowly, eyes still on the target.

His chest rose and fell with controlled breaths.

“I’ll get it right,” he said.

Not arrogance.

Not pride.

Just certainty.

And for the first time that day—

Neither of them told him he wouldn’t.

____

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Girlhood is trying to figure out which fictional man you wanna read a fic abt before bed

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Title : What Unfolds When You Finally Quiet Down

Ps. This has been in my drafts for like a month 😭🙏 english isnt my first language so please bear w me !!! HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY IT 💤❤️

SYNOPSIS

After Aonung brushes off your feelings with a half-hearted apology, you pull away and turn quiet and distant instead of your usual loud, clingy self. He enjoys the peace at first but panics when you stop using pet names, no longer nag him, and act unbothered about him going out with the girl you werw always jealous of, Nalani. til he drops all his pride and breaks down crying to admit his mistakes and beg you not to shut him out.

It started when you tried to tell him how you felt. You brought up how he’d been distant, how he made you feel silly for getting upset over little things, how every time you tried to talk it out he’d shut down like you were bothering him.

“You’re overreacting.” He’d snapped, crossing his arms, tail flicking sharply. “It’s not that deep.”

You tried to explain, tried to make him understand that your feelings were real, that you just wanted him to care enough to listen. But he refused to hear you, rolling his eyes and turning away like the whole conversation was a waste of his time.

When you wouldn’t let it go, he finally groaned and threw his hands up in annoyance “Okay okay, I’m sorry. Happy now?”

It wasn’t real. It was lazy, dismissive, thrown at you just to end the fight, not because he actually meant it. That hurt more than anything. You felt small, invalidated, like every worry you had meant nothing to him. That's when something shifted inside you.

A couple days later, he walked up to you like nothing happened, casual as ever, wiping saltwater off his arms.

“Oh by the way, I’m going fishing at the outer reef tomorrow. With Roxto and Nalani.”

Nalani. The pretty Metkayina girl with the beaded hair, the one you’d already cried to him about being jealous of, the one you caught him laughing with way too often.

Normally, you would’ve blown up. You would’ve yelled, demanded why her, fought him until he promised he wouldn’t go. But now? After that half-assed apology, after feeling like your feelings didn’t matter anyway?

You just kept weaving your shell necklace, voice flat and quiet.

“Okay. Have fun, Aonung.”

Aonung froze. His ears twitched, eyes widening like he couldn’t believe what he just heard. He was ready for you to get mad, ready to argue that it was “just friends”, ready for the usual drama. But you didn’t even look up at him.

“…That’s it?” He frowned, confused and weirdly irritated. “You’re not gonna complain? Or tell me not to go?”

“Why would I?” You shrugged, finally glancing at him, your eyes empty of the usual fire he was used to. “It’s not like my opinion matters anyway, right?”

He opened his mouth but no words came out. He left feeling off-balance, annoyed that you didn’t fight him

Days passed and you still hung out like usual, but everything was different. You were oddly quiet, distant. Before, you’d cling to his arm, pester him nonstop, bug him for attention, yell at him when he was being stupid, greet him loudly every morning. Now? You answered with short replies, kept a distance, never started conversations.

At first, Aonung didn’t mind. He thought it was nice to have some peace and quiet, thought you were just sulking and would go back to normal soon. But then it hit him hard.

You didn’t say goodmorning anymore. When he asked why, you just shrugged and said “I forgot, Aonung. Did my routine right after I woke up.” When he told you he’d go fishing and come home late, you used to complain and nag him to be careful and come back early but now you didn’t even glance up from what you were doing.

That was when he couldn’t take it anymore. He cornered you by the shore one evening, tail flicking anxiously, eyes filled with worry.

“Yawne, what’s wrong with you lately? Did I do something?”

“No, there’s nothing wrong.” you replied flatly.

“Then why are you like this? Please tell me what I did.”

“You did nothing, Aonung.”

His face fell, voice cracking a little.

“There it is again.”

“What?” you blinked. confused.

“Aonung. You called me Aonung. You haven’t called me yawne, or ‘nung for days. What’s wrong? Please tell me, you’ve been so distant lately.”

“I’m just trying to be a better mate.” you said softly.

“No please, I never said that you weren’t good enough already” he rushed to say.

“No but I realized that maybe i was being too strict and clingy.” you whispered.

"No, you're not.” he argued.

“Let’s just talk later.” you turned to walk away, wanting to end the conversation before you broke down.

“No. Please. I’m not liking this. Just please tell me what’s wrong. What’s up with the sudden change?” he grabbed your arm gently to stop you.

“Please I already told you, we’re both fine. Nothing’s wrong.” you tried to pull away.

“NO WE’RE NOT OKAY!” he shouted, making you flinch. “You weren’t like this before! You don’t just push me away like this!”

You froze, shocked that he raised his voice at you. You opened your mouth to say something, but his face crumpled instantly. He immediately knelt down on the sand in front of you, hands shaking as he let go of your arm like he’d hurt you.

“No no please I’m sorry I didn’t mean to shout at you, please just tell me what I did. I don’t like this, yawne.” he begged, voice trembling.

You sighed, the dam finally breaking.

“Fine. I got hurt when we had that argument because I felt invalidated. I always try to understand you but that wasn’t the first time you did that. You always talk to me as if you just want the conversation to end and not actually listen to what I feel…” you rambled, then you stopped and laughed bitterly. “You know what, don’t mind it. Maybe I am overreacting, it’s just a small problem and I’m making a big deal out of it. Just go home. I’m sorry for lashing out, ‘nung.”

You turned to walk away again, but then you heard it. A soft sniffle.

You froze, heart dropping to your stomach. Aonung never cried. He was the proud chief’s son, never showed weakness to anyone. But when you turned back, his cheeks were glistening with tears, ears flattened against his head, shoulders shaking.

“Y/n please don’t do this to me, don’t shut me out…” he whispered, voice cracking so bad it broke you. “Please y/n get mad at me, tell me that I’m wrong. I won’t get mad anymore. I’ll lower my pride, I’ll be more mature, just don’t walk away from me, yawne. I don’t like seeing you like this. I don’t wanna lose you because of my stupid pride.”

Your feet stayed rooted to the sand, shocked. You’d never seen him like this before, so broken, so vulnerable, nothing like the cocky boy everyone knew. He looked up at you with red, watery eyes, hands reaching out to hold yours like you’d disappear any second.

“I was so scared,” he choked out, wiping furiously at his tears but they just kept coming. “When you got quiet, when you started calling me Aonung, when you didn’t care if I went with Nalani or came home late… I thought you didn’t love me anymore. I thought I pushed you away for good.”

He pulled you closer until you were standing between his knees, pressing his forehead hard against your stomach, arms wrapping tight around your waist like he was clinging to his life. His tail curled around your leg, trembling just as much as he was.

“That stupid ‘sorry’ I gave you? It wasn’t real. I was just proud, too much of a skxawng to admit I was wrong, so I brushed you off just to end the fight fast.” he sobbed against your skin. “I didn’t know it would hurt you that bad. I didn’t know I was making you feel like your feelings didn’t matter, like you were too much for me. God, I’m so stupid.”

He pulled back to look up at you, cupping your face in his warm, rough hands.

“You are not too much, yawne. Never.” He cried, shaking his head so hard his braids swung wildly. “You are exactly what I need. I love that you’re clingy, I love that you nag me, I love that you get mad and yell and care so much about me. That’s you. That’s the girl I fell in love with. I never wanted you to change. I never needed space or whatever stupid thing you thought I wanted. I was just an idiot who didn’t know how to listen right.”

You pulled back slightly to look at him, wiping the wetness off his blue cheeks with your thumbs. “I could never stop loving you, ‘nung. I was just hurt. I felt like I wasn’t important enough for you to try for.”

“I’ll spend every single day proving that you are.” He swore, pressing his forehead hard against yours, his nose brushing against yours. “I promise I’ll change. I’ll listen to you properly, no more rolling my eyes, no more brushing you off, no more lazy apologies. I’ll throw away my stupid pride, I’ll be more mature, just for you. Just please don’t shut me out again. Don’t be quiet like that. I hate it. I’d rather deal with a hundred arguments than feel like you’re far away even when you’re right next to me.”

The next morning, you woke up to a pair of strong arms wrapped tight around your waist, Aonung already staring at you with a soft, relieved smile, no trace of the arrogant chief’s son—just your boy.

“Goodmorning, yawne.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before you could even speak. Then he grinned, nudging you gently. “Wait no. I want your goodmorning. The loud one that wakes up the whole clan, remember?”

You laughed, and punched his arm playfully.

“GOODMORNING SKXAWNG!”

He laughed too, the sound bright and free, and pulled you into a deep, warm kiss. Later that day, when he told you he was going out to the reef, you immediately frowned and poked his chest like you always did.

“Wait you’re going? Don’t swim too far okay? Come home early before eclipse, and don’t let Nalani bother you too much—”

Aonung cut you off with another kiss, grinning so wide his cheeks hurt.

“I missed this so much. Yes ma’am, I’ll do everything you say.”

And just like that, the heavy silence was gone. Replaced by your laughter, your bickering, your loveeverything that made you two, perfect exactly as you were.

[woozycatz]

➹ NO MORE DADDY’S LITTLE GIRL

prompt: since your daughter has grown, a sudden space between her and Neteyam has broadened, and he struggles to understand it.

warnings: fluff, dad!neteyam, aged up characters, kinda suggestive (?), a little angsty

wc: 1.2k

notes: this was requested! thank you for the idea, i hope this meets your standards loll

There was once a time, a time when your daughter clinged to Neteyam like a lifeline, as if he were the only solace she knew.

A time when she called for him and only sometimes for you, but then again, that was when she was just a baby. 

Now, at six years old, things have changed. 

He sits behind her, washing her unbraided hair, fingers careful, separating and working through each small knot, each trace of sand and dirt gathered from the day.

Your daughter, dramatic as ever, jerks away more than once, protesting that he’s being too rough, that he’s not careful enough.

Neteyam exhales softly, the sound somewhere between amusement and resignation, leans forward, and steadies her with a light hand on her shoulder. 

“Daddy, too rough. You’re hurting me.” she murmurs. 

“You say that everytime.” He says, though his voice is already softer now, more cautious as he tries again. 

She huffs and leans forward, watching you section all kinds of herbs into different bowls. “Mama, you do it.” 

She says it as if it is an expectation—you glance at Neteyam to see his expression, it is not quite that of hurt or anger, only the quiet realization that things really have changed. 

You shift your weight to your right foot, glancing for a brief second at the herbs in your hands, then looking at her once again. 

“Momma is pretty busy. Daddy can finish, just this once.” You try, softly so she won’t fuss and leave altogether. 

She goes still for a moment at that, lips pressing into a thin line as she considers whether it’s a battle worth fighting. 

Neteyam doesn’t say anything else, he doesn’t rush her, he doesn’t sigh again, just waits with the same quiet fear… patience he’s always had with her—hands resting lightly in her hair, careful not to pull. 

“Fine” she mutters at last, though the word is heavy with reluctance. 

You hide your smile by turning slightly back to your work.

Neteyam resumes, slower this time. His fingers separate each strand as if they might break, easing through the tangles and trying not to tug. When she flinches again, it’s a habit. not real complaint. 

“see?” he murmurs. “Not so bad.” 

She doesn’t answer right away. Her eyes flick toward you again, watching, measuring as if checking whether you’re going to step in anyway. 

but you don’t, of course not.

After a while, her shoulders loosen. the tension leaves her little by little, like she’s forgetting she was upset in the first place. She leans back, just slightly, only until her head brushes against his chest. 

Neteyam pauses for the briefest second, surprised, before continuing. There’s something softer in his expression now, something that wasn’t there a moment ago. 

“You missed a knot.” she mumbles, though there’s no childlike bite left in her voice. 

He huffs a quiet laugh. “I didn’t.” 

“Yes you diiiid.” 

“Did not.” 

She tilts her head stubbornly, pointing somewhere vaguely near her temple. “There.” 

Neteyam humors her, carefully working through the exact place she indicated. “Better?”

A small pause. “…yeah.”

You glance over then, unable to help yourself. She’s relaxed now, leaning into him fully, eyes half lidded with comfort. And Neteyam is still focused, still careful, but there’s a faint smile tugging at his mouth. 

Children grow. They pull away in little ways, choose one parent over the other without meaning to. But they circle back too, in moments like this.

Your daughter shifts again, blinking slowly.

“Papa?” 

“Mm?”

“You’re doing good now. Don't stop.” 

This time, when Neteyam smiles it actually reaches his eyes. 

— ➹ ‎

Your daughter slips away though, the moment her hair is finished, already halfway out the doorway before either of you can say anything. 

“I’m going to play!” she calls, not really waiting for permission.

Neteyam watches her go, hands still half raised like he might have caught her if she stayed another second longer. 

The space is quieter. You finish sorting the last of your herbs, brushing stray leaves from your palms before wiping them clean. 

For a moment, you just watch him. How he's sitting there, shoulders a little heavier now that the task is done, the warmth of it gone with her.

Then you step closer. Your hands settle on his shoulders, thumbs pressing gently into the tension there—father, husband, warrior, hunter—sometimes it’s too much, but Neteyam couldn’t be happier. 

He exhales, leaning back into your touch without hesitation. “You always wait until she leaves to be nice to me,” he murmurs.

You huff softly. “I am always nice to you.” 

“Mm. Not like this.” 

His head tilts slightly, just enough to glance back at you, a hint of something playful creeping into his expression despite the lingering quiet in his eyes. 

“Maybe we should have another,” he adds, almost too casually. “One who still thinks I am their favorite.” 

You snort under your breath, squeezing his shoulders a little firmer. “So that is your solution?”

“It is a good solution,” he insists, though the corner of his mouth lifts. “Start over. This time, I do not let you steal all the attention.”

You lean down slightly, your voice softer now. “You say that as if you wouldn’t give in immediately.”

He doesn’t deny it, instead his gaze drifts back to the doorway where your daughter disappeared through.

“She used to look for me first, that’s all.” He says quietly. 

Your hands still. 

Neteyam’s fingers rest against his knees now, absentmindedly tracing patterns against his skin. “When she was small, she would cry if I left the room. Always reaching, always calling. She was papa’s girl” He pauses, jaw tightening just slightly. “Now she barely notices.”

“That’s not true,” you say gently.

He shakes his head, not sharply, just enough to show he doesn’t quite believe it. “It feels true.”

There’s no bitterness in his voice. Just something softer. Something that almost sounds like loss.

“She goes to you for everything,” he continues. “Even when I am right here.”

You shift your grip, one hand sliding from his shoulder to rest against his chest as you step around him. “She’s six,” you remind him. “She changes her mind every other day about who her favorite is.”

“She hasn’t changed it back.” he mutters.

That pulls a quiet giggle out from you, but you soften it quickly, brushing your fingers along his jaw, making him face you.

“She leaned into you,” you point out. “You felt that.”

His fingers tap against his knee, a nervous habit he’s had around you since you were younger.

“She asked you not to stop,” you add.

The tension in him eases just a fraction. “I did notice.” He admits.

You smile, just a little. “Good. Then stop acting like she’s already grown.”

He huffs quietly, one hand coming up to rest over yours where it sits against his chest. His thumb brushes over your knuckles.

“She is growing,” he says. “Too fast.”

There’s something in the way he says it—like he wishes he could slow it down, hold onto every version of her just a little longer.

You lean closer, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

“And you’re still her father,” you murmur. “That doesn’t get replaced.”

He turns his head slightly at that, just enough that your faces are closer now, his gaze lingering on yours.

“…we could still have another,” he says again, quieter this time, but there’s a teasing warmth underneath it now, less about loss and more about something shared.

You roll your eyes, though your lips curve. “You’re not letting that go?”

“No.”

His hand tightens gently around yours. “s’not a bad idea,” he adds.

You shake your head, but you don’t pull away.

based off of this request

[playdat]

The word that broke the time (part l||)

Story: Story: Aonung were already in a bad mood, you come to talk to him, and you two end up fighting and A word slipped from his tongue that made you not stop talking to him, but to leave, to your clan (also you slap him in front of his parents) — then he came to you (omatokaya clan to earm you back) — part 3

Important note: you are jake sully's daughter ★

[part1 — Part2]

Title: The Man Who Came Back Different

At first, you thought it was a rumor.

Someone had come from the coast—word carried through the trees, passed quietly between hunters and gatherers. A Metkayina had crossed into the forest. Alone.

People were curious. Cautious.

You didn’t care.

Not until you heard his name.

“Ao’nung.”

It didn’t feel real. Not after everything. Not after the way you left, the way he stood there and watched you go without following.

But then you saw him.

Standing at the edge of the village, surrounded by warriors of the Omatikaya, stripped of everything that once made him look like a leader. No sea behind him. No clan at his back.

Just him.

And your father.

Jake Sully stood in front of him, eyes hard, body tense in a way that meant one wrong move would end badly.

“You’ve got nerve coming here,” Jake said flatly.

Ao’nung didn’t argue.

“I know.”

That alone almost threw Jake off.

“Then you also know,” Jake continued, stepping closer, “that if you hurt her again—”

“I already did.”

Silence.

Ao’nung didn’t look away. Didn’t defend himself.

Jake’s jaw clenched.

And then—he punched him.

Hard.

Ao’nung didn’t dodge. Didn’t block. The hit snapped his head to the side, knocking him off balance, but he caught himself before falling.

He tasted blood.

And he nodded.

“…Yeah,” he muttered quietly. “I deserved that.”

Lo’ak stepped forward slightly, surprised. Neteyam held him back with a hand on his shoulder.

Jake stared at him for a long second, breathing heavy.

“You don’t get to walk in here and act like this fixes anything.”

“I’m not here to fix it,” Ao’nung said. “I’m here to earn it.”

Jake narrowed his eyes. “Earn what?”

Ao’nung’s voice didn’t shake.

“Her forgiveness.”

—

They didn’t welcome him.

Not really.

They let him stay—but not as a guest.

As a worker.

A hunter.

A nobody.

He had to learn everything from the beginning. The forest was not the sea. His movements, once fluid and confident in water, felt heavy and loud among roots and branches. His breathing gave him away. His steps snapped twigs. His aim was off.

The first hunt he joined, he missed.

The second, he barely kept up.

The third, he came back bruised, scratched, and silent.

“You’re useless out here,” one of the hunters muttered.

Ao’nung didn’t argue.

“I know,” he said simply.

And he kept going.

—

Weeks turned into months.

His body changed.

The sharp, effortless confidence he once carried faded into something quieter. Harder. Earned.

He listened more than he spoke. Watched how they moved, how they tracked, how they blended into the forest instead of fighting against it.

And slowly—

He improved.

Neteyam noticed first.

“He’s not quitting,” he said one evening.

Lo’ak scoffed. “He better not.”

But even Lo’ak stopped watching him with pure hostility after a while.

Because Ao’nung never complained.

Not when he was given the hardest tasks.

Not when he was ignored.

Not when people spoke about him like he wasn’t there.

He just… stayed.

—

And you?

You avoided him.

At first, it was easy.

The village was large enough. Your duties kept you busy. Your family stayed close. And you refused to let yourself look in his direction.

But sometimes—

You felt it.

His presence.

Not close. Never close.

Always at a distance.

Watching, but never approaching.

—

One evening, you finally saw him properly.

He was returning from a hunt, carrying more weight than the others, shoulders tense, steps slower than usual. Sweat and dirt marked his skin. There was a cut along his arm that hadn’t been treated yet.

He looked… different.

Not weaker.

But not untouchable anymore.

Just a man.

Your chest tightened.

He noticed you then.

Of course he did.

He always did.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then he looked away first.

Not out of pride.

Out of respect.

And kept walking.

—

That night, you couldn’t sleep.

The image of him lingered.

The way he didn’t try to speak to you.

Didn’t try to stop you.

Didn’t try to force anything back into place.

Just… stayed where you left him.

—

Days later, it finally happened.

You were alone near the edge of the forest, gathering when you heard footsteps behind you.

You knew them.

Before he even spoke.

“…Can I talk to you?”

You didn’t turn immediately.

“You’ve been talking to everyone but me,” you said quietly.

“I didn’t think I had the right.”

You faced him then.

Up close, the changes were clearer. The scars. The exhaustion. The restraint in his posture.

“What are you doing here, Ao’nung?” you asked.

He didn’t hesitate.

“Learning how to be someone you don’t have to walk away from.”

Your breath caught.

“That’s not something you learn in a few months.”

“I know.”

“Then why stay?”

His eyes met yours fully now—no arrogance, no sharpness. Just honesty.

“Because leaving would be easier,” he said. “And I don’t want easy anymore.”

Silence stretched between you.

“You hurt me,” you said finally.

“I know.”

“You made me feel like I didn’t belong anywhere.”

His voice dropped. “I know.”

“And you didn’t follow me.”

That one hit deeper.

His gaze faltered for the first time.

“I thought… if I chased you, it would be for me,” he admitted. “Not for you.”

You stared at him.

“So I stayed,” he continued. “And I came here the right way. Not as your mate. Not as a leader.”

“Then what are you?”

He exhaled slowly.

“Someone who’s willing to start from nothing… if it means I get another chance to stand beside you one day.”

Your heart ached at the words.

But you didn’t step closer.

Not yet.

Because forgiveness wasn’t something he could earn in a single moment.

And for the first time—

Ao’nung didn’t expect it to be.

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Teenage Dirtbag - C.K.

Synopsis. Choso Kamo: Itadori Yuji’s older brother, drummer to the Löded Diper, that touch-starved punk-rocker that’s been absolutely obsessed with you. You: nothing less than queen bee on campus, leader of The Plastics, about to show that loser that he totally can’t sIeep sit with you! …Maybe.

Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!popular!reader, punk!Choso, Regina George x Rodrick Heffley AU, college AU, Itadori family shenanigans, wingmanning, Mean Girls references (like a lot), slight crackfic, he’s SO down bad for you, píning, parties, pússydrúnk Choso, face-sítting, oraI (fem rec.), first times (him), fíngering, spítting chokíng, Choso with piercings, D piercings, ROUGH S, he goes FÉRAL, making it fit, síze k, manhandIing, matíng presses, creampíes, slight cúmplay, confessions, getting together, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 14.0k

A/N. Hehehe am I late…

Choso sighs, “Isn’t she amazing…?”

“She just looked at you and giggled? She just whispered about it to her friends and now they’re all staring? She’s walking away without even looking back?”

“I know- she’s more than amazing.”

Yuji looks at his older brother. Then he looks at you. He looks at his older brother. Then he looks at you- and the next time he’s setting his sights on the dark-haired man, Yuji sort of feels like slamming his face into his bowl of mushy peas.

He squints at your disappearing back, “Right…” If this is what the college experience was about then put this college at the bottom of his safety schools.

But listen! It’s not like he’d ever speak bad about his big brother - this was his cool, calm, collected brother after all (at least he was supposed to be). And so Yuji’s pushing the bulk of his skepticism aside, and turning back to Choso.

“So when are you gonna ask her out, bubba?”

“A-ask her out—?!”

Choso Kamo’s voice cracks on the mere words, at the mere notion—and Yuji can only ogle him in utter bewilderment. Oh…my god…?

Alright so not calm or cool or collected.

Fuck, he was so far gone that it almost looked painful.

He’s never seen his big brother’s eyes shine like that before - whether in excitement (at the delusion) or in panic (at the reality) he couldn’t quite tell. He’s never seen his big brother’s face burst into a blush so strong that it makes him wince. He’s never seen his big brother turn his toned frame away and start muttering - more to himself than anything.

“Why would you even suggest that? Why would you want me to- heheh…ask her out? Why did you know that’s been my biggest dream since freshman year? Why did you think that I could ever possibly manage to-” And then he’s gasping in realization.

And in a split-second - so fast that the poor pink-haired boy could never have seen it coming - Choso’s whirling around to grab him from either side of his shoulders. “Unless- unless you saw something between us that I didn’t!” He exclaims, shaking Yuji with every word. “Unless you believe that I actually have a chance and you want me to go for it before it’s too late?!”

Yuji’s jaw drops, “I uh…huh?”

“But of course!” Choso was on a roll now, jostling the boy back and forth even harder. “In dad’s nighttime k-dramas the two romantic leads never really know when they like each other—but of course!” People in the cafeteria were starting to stare now. “I’m the male lead and you saw something in her eyes that made you want me to confess! Before either I get hit by a truck and get amnesia or she gets married off to some faraway 6’7 CEO-”

“CEO? What the f-”

“So what was it you saw?” Abruptly stopping his shaking now, Choso leans in with widened eyes. He probes at his younger brother with eager questions, “What was it you saw in her eyes? Hidden longing? Desire? Betrayal? Lu-”

“M-maybe?” God, he was feeling dizzy now and those peas weren’t helping…“Webster’s Dictionary did say that betrayal could be a synonym for disgust. I think.”

To which Choso pauses - still with that same insanely hopeful expression stiff on his face. And Yuji thinks that he might just’ve have broken him when-

“Oh, it’s no use—” He almost thinks he prefers the ramblings of a madman, rather than the dramatic way that Choso’s throwing himself over his space on the cafeteria table. Head in his hands. Shoulders shaking with a sigh.

The metal trays they’d been provided with rattle ever-so-slightly at his ministrations, and Yuji has to be the one to nudge them to the side. Mouthing out apologies to the students around them that throw them dirty looks—honestly, this was supposed to be his tour of his older brother’s college campus before he attended. He was supposed to be the one being taken care of during this pivotal time of his life.

Which (to Choso’s credit) had been what ended up happening for most of the day: through all those labs and lecture halls and facilities he’d been led to by him, through all those professors that Choso made him speak about his future major with, through most of lunch where his brother kept on insisting that he take more until…you came along.

Almost as if thinking of the very same thing (you), Choso’s sniffling even louder. And Yuji’s gingerly patting at the AC/DC t-shirt on his back, “There there…it’ll be alright, bubba. Wait- if you’re the male lead then who am I?”

Choso sputters out, “I don’t know? Homosexual supporting cast? I don’t know anything-” Pathetically bemoaning, “I can’t even do anything-”

Yuji insists gingerly, “I’m sure if you just asked her-”

“No you don’t get it, Yuji.” He finally raises his head from his hands, silver lip ring twinklin’ in the light. His older brother brings a ringed hand up to twist at it - in just the way he did whenever he got nervous about something. “She’s part of The Plastics- the leader, actually. And those other two? Utahime and Shoko.”

It seems that you and your duo of friends had been stopped by a few more of your acquaintances just outside the cafeteria. And as you laughed and talked amongst yourselves, Yuji and Choso leaned over in their seats to catch more glimpses of you.

He points subtly at the brown-haired girl with eyebags and a…scalpel close by you. “Ieri Shoko’s one of the smartest girls you will ever meet. Eso sat next to her in Anatomy 101 last semester, and he said she cheated so well that the professor changed their marking scheme.” Then as Choso moves the tip of his digit, so do Yuji’s eyes onto another girl with a scar across her face and an arm thrown over your shoulder. “That one with the traditional dress? That’s Iori Utahime, she’s totally rich because her dad invented the Toaster Strudel. Utahime knows everybody’s business, everything about everyone- that’s why her hair is so big…it’s full of secrets.”

Yuji stifles a giggle, “And ah- the one you’re obsessed with?”

“Shhhh- not so loud!” As if he hadn’t just been causing a scene earlier. Choso just has to take one look at you before he’s repeating your name in the most dreamy manner, “-perfection takes human form in her.”

“Perfection?”

“Don’t be fooled. Because she may seem like your typical selfless, smart, gorgeous sweetheart but in reality…she’s so much more than that.” Choso sighs, “How do I even begin to describe her?”

“I don’t get it, we have popular kids in our high school too?” Yuji asks. Hell, if they were counting like that then he wasn’t doing too bad socially himself.

But Choso’s fervently shaking his head. In an instant, he’s getting up and dragging Yuji away from his mushy peas. Ignoring his whines- “Come with me.”

They all said your name.

“She’s flawless.”

“She has two Fendi purses and a silver Lexus.”

“I hear her hair’s insured for ten thousand dollars.”

“I hear she does car commercials in Shibuya.”

“One time, she met Jacob Elordi on a plane. And he told her she was pretty.”

“One time she punched me in the face. I liked it.”

And by the end of his (second) tour around campus (and his first tour around the gossip mill), Itadori Yuji could…somewhat understand where his older brother was coming from. In addition to being liked so much, you were somewhat…scary.

He feels himself shiver involuntarily as you pass him by, not seeing the two tall boys hidden beneath a large oak tree on campus. Watching you. Though, Shoko does- and glints her scalpel threateningly at them until they duck back behind the scraggly trunk.

“But still-” Yuji hisses at Choso, crouched against the flares of green grass. “-I don’t see why you can’t at least give it one try to ask her out? I thought you weren’t scared of anything, bubba.”

“And then there’s that problem-” Handsome face suddenly hardening, Choso checks whether the coast is clear for Shoko and her scalpel before gesturing at his younger brother to follow. Popping their heads from the side of the oak trunk once more, he’s pointing an index at the other man you’d walked up to. 

The tip of his finger - all chipped with black nail polish - honed in like an arrow at the silver haired man. Yuji watched as he grabbed you to his side with a guffaw, where you wrinkled your nose at the way he crinkled your blouse- but let him do as he pleased anyway. “That two-toned, two-inch bastard- Naoya Zenin.”

“From the Zenin Corporations?” Yuji gawked.

“The Zenin Corporations, and he goes ‘round acting like it too.” Choso grumbles, lightly thumping his fist against the tree. “His family’s old old money, but word is they’re gonna be charged with embezzlement soon, heh. He started dating her at the start of freshman year- no idea how that happened, some say he bribed her with a GMC Hummer and they’ve been on and off ever since.”

“Wild.” The pink-haired boy whistles- inadvertently catching the attention of you. Turning away boredly from a lecture on Naoya’s latest business ventures to catch the two tufts of hair peaking through the oak trunk. You have to stifle a laugh as they duck out of sight with matching yelps.

“Something amusing about wining and dining the CEO of the World Bank, honey?” Naoya leers out, and you know he doesn’t mean that pet name he uses.

“Nothing amusing at all, actually.” You’re plastering a painful plastic smile, and he doesn’t catch the snipe. You’re angling your head to try and catch a glimpse ‘round the trunk, at those doey brown eyes that caught yours. “Tell me all about your ah- glorious old money again.”

“Why most certainly.”

You’re rolling your eyes, and you don’t catch the way that Shoko threatens her scalpel in the direction of the oak once more.

Yuji - who’d been craning upwards to take another look - hastily sits back down on the ground with a thump. “Bubba, we’ve got to do something about her though. The Itadori men don’t just sit around doing nothing in a time of crises-”

“Do what though?” Choso puts his face in his hands, long chestnut hair falling around his face. Obscuring his pout from view, though one could hear it. “It’s hopeless-”

“No.”

Choso looks up in surprise.

At Yuji’s determined face, that smile. Brighter than the sun. 

He pulls a handheld camera from Choso’s backpack and takes a picture of them both, you in the background. Blissfully unaware. “I’ve got a plan.”

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PHASE ONE OF WIMP: Everybody needs to know.

“There are four phases, the first is-” Yuji whispers, face pressed against the cold library shelf. Textbooks the size of his head. Names of authors that blurred into one. A wall of words that he’d shuffled aside to spy on the other side of it, “-we first have to get the word out about our WIMP.”

“WIMP?” Choso hisses back in confusion. He was standing right beside his younger brother, stooped down to look through their little crack.

A nearly-empty table.

A column of books.

A certain purple-haired girl rarely seen without leaving your side.

“Yeah?” Itadori answers, “Wingmanning Itadori’s Mythical Party- or WIMP for short.”

Choso can only look at him in pure aghast.

“Anyways, going back to our WIMP-”

“Yuji, stop trying to make WIMP happen. It’s not going to happen.”

“About our party then.” To which the pink-haired boy waves off easily, “Don’t sweat it- dad is out on some bonding trip with Uncle Kuna and grandpa, so they won’t be back until tomorrow so we have the house alllll to ourselves.”

It was true that their home actually sat on the outskirts of campus, right alongside the other dorms and residential buildings for the students. It was actually one of the reasons that Choso had chosen this particular university in the first place, because of its proximity (and it led him to you so, good thinking on his part, hm?) And so he still resided there with his family, but as for throwing a party…“Yuji, parties really aren’t a big deal in college. I don’t know if it’s even a good-”

“Do you wanna do this or not?” He pulls away to give Choso a deadpan look, the sharp edges of the books embedding vertical lines on his face. 

The other man stammers, “W-well…”

“Let me rephrase-” Yuji says, “-do you want her in your house-”

“Yes.”

“And there you go.”

Choso sputters, face flushing at the fact that he’d been caught out so easily. He scratches behind his neck and looks anywhere but into his brother’s mischievous eyes, “W-well! You’ve clearly been spending too much time with Sukuna…and what about the fact that we have a house and apparently the word- but still no actual- party-”

“Semantics, semantics.” And to Choso Kamo’s complete and utter horror- he’s pulling out his camera to take a picture of their stakeout. He’s starting to push off the bookshelf and walk away.

Reaching out a hand, “Wait- wait, Yuji!”

Right up to the corner of the shelf, he grins. “First we’ve got to get the word out.” 

And before Choso can do anything about it, Yuji’s pranced right up to the long student desk. Making a few of them look up at his sudden, yellow-hoodied intrusion- he’s clapping a hand over his forehead and bemoaning. “Oh, woe is me! Woe is me!” Choso’s clapping a hand over his forehead, too, though for a much different reason. He thinks he’s having an aneurysm. “Oh, I seem to have gotten myself a little lost…”

Trailing off, he peeks at Utahime out of the corner of his eye - and finds her completely unphased. 

It was as if she didn’t even hear his display, and flicked casually through a glossy athletics magazine that’d been stuffed between the pages of her textbook.

Choso watches as he starts up again, slightly louder this time- “My poor, innocent high school self- all alone in this big, bad campus. All abandoned. If only I had a good samaritan to guide me back…” He peeks at Utahime again and she doesn’t even flinch—and what the- was that a textbook on children’s education she was reading?!

“Oh, how I wish a future teacher—” Yuji lets the words ring in the air, shooing away another student that’d come over to help him. “-could maybe get some practical work in and help me…a poor, poor high school student who doesn’t know of the big world…” 

Utahime looks up at him—this was his chance!

And Yuji’s brightening up- before he registers she was looking right past him and at the clock that’d been ticking away on the wall behind him. The two brothers come to the realization at the same time and they bite back groans.

Goddammit! “How I wish I had someone to help me lest they wanted me to miss my brother’s party- tonight. Yes, a party tonight. A partyyyyy—” Emphasizing his words; his initial idea had been to strike up a conversation with Utahime as she (with her heart of gold) helped his poor lost self, and to naturally weave in the idea of the party and perhaps invite her and her friends as a thank you. 

But now, Utahime (with her heart of thorns) was pleasantly ignoring him to pack her bag and leave. 

Though, he was catching the attention of almost everyone else in this part of the library. Wondering just who the kid was and why the hell he couldn’t shut up—“He doesn’t even go here!”

Yuji sighs, “Free beer.”

“Oh, are you lost?” Utahime asks with a warm smile.

“What the-” Choso squawks, but ultimately gnaws down on the inside of his cheek to shut himself up before she hears. He watches Utahime get up from her seat and sling her back over her shoulder, leading an allegedly lost Itadori Yuji out of the library (the exit was two shelves away but she didn’t seem to question it).

From here, he can hear snatches of their fading conversation - Utahime inquiring about this party, Yuji responding in kind. He rattles off their address that she makes him text her, along with an invite extended to her friends. She says she has two best friends who would just love to come. “You’re Choso’s brother, aren’t you? I saw you two in the cafeteria today, yeah, my friend would tooootally love to come- just don’t tell her boyfriend.”

Yuji tilts his head in slight confusion.

Choso notices that his brother also greatly exaggerates about the beer (which, obviously, the high-schooler wouldn’t be able to drink) and some DJ they’re flying in, but he doesn’t quite have it in himself to feel anything but cautious excitement right now.

You.

You, you, you.

Yuji throws a thumbs up behind his back.

Pulling out his camera and starting to coax Utahime into a selfie picture or two.

Choso’s lifting off of the shelf with a chuckle - he can’t believe it worked. He can’t believe it actually worked! In both shock and slight relief, he’s taking a few steps back—now that he thinks about it, how did it even work-

Before he’s crashing into someone.

“Oh, fuck- I’m so sor-”

“You’re alright, baby.”

That voice.

Choso whirls around so fast that he feels the world tilt. Choso whirls around so fast that he feels his tall figure sway. That he’s chasing the sound of your voice- and he doesn’t even care if he looks a fool doing it.

Though he’s sure it shows, if the way you’re giggling at his action is anything to go by.

Slightly fluttering your lashes, “Something the matter?” You ask, with a smile.

“N-no…”

“Mhm.” And then you lean in—so close that he could kiss you. 

One of your hands reaches past him, almost caging him against the book shelf. And Choso’s plastering his back against their hair columns- face burning, hands pressing to his toned sides, pink lips quivering with greed. His eyes dip down to those lips of yours that just kept on getting closer…“Wh-what you are-”

“I got what I need.” In the corner of his peripheral vision, he sees you lift off a hefty textbook from the shelf. Past his figure. 

Where your hand had actually been reaching - and Choso feels his heart drop down to his stomach when you neatly distance yourself with the book. That very same slightly-dangerous smile still on your face, “As for you, have fun with your…” Your eyes drift to the gap between two books he’d created, a peephole. Narrowing, though your smile only widens. “-spying. Bye now!”

“W-wait-” Choso’s voice only comes out once you’d left, “Wait I wasn’t-”

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PHASE TWO OF WIMP: Break her up with her boyfriend—yeah yeah, Choso’s bored!

Nobody in the lecture hall seemed to question why a high-schooler was sitting and swinging his feet happily amongst them. Nobody in the lecture hall seemed to question why there was a sudden flurry of texts and whispers more prominent than usual, either.

A palpable excitement in the air.

And Choso doesn’t think that Professor Yaga was paid enough to notice nor care.

It seems that telling Utahime first about the party was the smart move. Because before Choso had even stepped foot outside the library (moving on autopilot after that lil’ encounter from you), the news had trickled down from her and to almost the entire department. He was immediately being thrown looks left and right- hell, even a clap on his shoulder by some frat dude he didn’t know congratulating him on ‘finally throwing a rager’. 

He didn’t say he was throwing a rager…nor that he was inviting them…but alright…

Even now, a few of the students around him would nudge each other and not-so-subtly point. Giving him a few glances. Dropping each other the pin of his address. Whispering about how ‘that quiet punk’ kid was throwing a party. Which honestly would’ve been completely tolerable had it not been for the fact that he was drawing attention from the row before him. Think that’s not too bad? Think again-

Choso takes just one glance at the row below—and feels his heart jump to his throat as he recognizes the beautiful back of your head.

He’s spent so many long hours studying it, you couldn’t fault him for immediately knowing…

But it didn’t matter if he knew or not.

It didn’t matter how close he was.

It was you, along with a few of your friends that’d managed to register to the class in time (though, it’s not like you were lacking for willing volunteers). Along with your boyfriend beside you. 

Choso’s only able to look from behind.

Always an invisible wall between you two, invisible galaxies in every inch. Even that conversation he had with you in the library had ended in misunderstandings and distance. Oh…his heart ached, he hung his head low.

Your worlds would simply never cross—

“Haibara Yu, an invite for you.”

“Ah! Why thank you, Itadori-kun.”

“Anytime, my dude.” Yuji replies, eyes glimmering with stars. 

Choso snaps his head to Yuji in utter astonishment as he leans down and prods the man with the bowl cut in front of him - one of your closest friends, Haibara. And here Itadori Yuji was - speaking to him as if it was absolutely nothing—doesn’t he know that you! Were! Right! There! The pink-haired boy seated next to him hands Haibara an impromptu invitation (really, a scrap of paper ripped off of…Choso’s lyrics book with their address written down). 

Chuckling at the cutely childish action, Haibara fist bumps Yuji. “I’ll be there, and say thank you to your brother for me.”

“Oh- he’s right here.” Yuji stabs a thumb to the seat beside him, which Choso looked as if he was trying to sink into. And when Haibara gives him a friendly smile and wave, Choso can only reciprocate with a jerky nod of his own.

And then Choso’s attention gets caught by the way that Yuji reaches deep into his hoodie pocket. Pulling out several more crumpled scraps of paper- how the hell did he have so many? And what the hell was Choso supposed to write songs on now?!

He places his head in his hands and grumbles, “Yuji…”

But Yuji simply continues, “Nanami Kento two for you-” His brother was now throwing the invitations at their unsuspecting recipients, the blond man catches it with a disgruntled scoff. “Ijichi Kiyotaka—four for you Ijichi Kiyotaka, you go Ijichi Kiyotaka!” A bespectacled man catches it with a yelp that catches Yaga’s attention (and his disregard). And then Choso’s heart catches in his throat as Yuji sing-songs out your name, gently handing you your own scrap of paper.

His scrap of written-over…lyrical…paper.

The scrap of paper that Choso had written songs about you on-

“Aw, you wrote my name on it and everything?” You’re cooing at the boy, beginning to unfold the invitation. It was a palimpsest of words, and your eyes go down the slightly-blurred lines of faint writing beneath Yuji’s blocky letters. It was cursive, slanted, with a sweetly messy impression so that you couldn’t make out half the words on it. Just your name. Over and over. “That’s so sweet! Um, you wrote my name…like…a lot-”

“No!”

Before you can read any further, the pierced man behind you reaches over and snatches the paper out of your hands. In a split-second, he has it crumpled up and stuffed deeeep into his bag where no mortal soul would see it ever again.

What follows next might be the most awkward few seconds of silence in his entire life.

Yuji looks at him. Yaga looks at him. Your friends look at him. You look at him-

“Um, why are you so obsessed with me?”

And he can’t even say anything in response because it’s fucking true—!

Yuji takes a picture of the scene.

It’s only Naoya who - seeming to not have noticed a single thing amiss - raises his index in the air and punctuates it with his annoying, grating voice. “Um-”

“And none for Naoya Zenin, bye!” Yuji stuffs the rest of the scraps inside his hoodie.

“Excuuuuuuse me-”

Choso blocks out the tirade of threats that Naoya then proceeds to spit their way, his black-tipped hair flying askew in all angles as he starts arguing with the younger boy. The previous tension between you and Choso left unsettled (not good tension, certainly, no matter what Yuji may think), you’re resigning yourself to lean back in your seat and let Naoya throw his arm over your. Jostled by him. Sighing at the fact that you were jostled by him. “Naoya, let it go-”

And oh—it makes Choso fucking angry to see you still with this asswipe. 

But fuck—does it almost make him smile seeing that look on your face. 

Only getting more bored with every word falling from Naoya’s lips. Only barely putting up with him. A fleck of angry spittle falls from your (hopefully soon-to-be-ex) boyfriend’s mouth, and you’re meeting Choso’s eyes in the middle as you follow it. 

Both of you grimace in disgust.

Next to him, Yuji nudges at his ribs- a victory for Phase Two! He almost wants to laugh.

Yaga drones, “Mister Kamo, would you mind letting the class hear your thoughts on the subject of Caesar and Brutus at hand?” It seems he’d gotten enough of the ruckus in the back rows.

Choso stands, clearing his throat. “What’s so great about Caesar? Hm? Brutus is just as cute as Caesar. Brutus is just as smart as Caesar. People totally like Brutus just as much as they like Caesar. And when did it become okay for one person to try and claim everything, huh? Because that’s not what Rome is about.” He looks straight at Naoya, “We should totally just stab Caesar!”

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PHASE THREE OF WIMP: Ask her (to the party, if not out)!

“Bubba-”

“No-”

“C’mon bubba-”

“No-”

Yuji’s throwing his hands up in defeat, letting Choso’s own fall from his grasp. His wrists were all red n’ raw from all the pulling- even after the younger of the two brothers had seemingly given up on bodily draaagging Choso halfway down the campus gardens.

Right to you.

And honestly, Choso should be thankful that his brother’s such a fervent advocate for him getting his shit together and actually talking to the girl of his dreams.

But you’re just meters away, so beautifully oblivious.

And he can’t help but feel his knees weaken—“B-but what am I even going to say to her-”

“For starters, you can apologize for the way you snatched her invitation out of her hand.” Yuji’s saying - so very practically that it almost hurt. Was this really the same kid who’d run after him crying when he first left for college? “And then you can invite her to the WIMP-”

“I said stop trying to-”

“I got it, I got it!” Yuji puffs out his cheeks in a pout, “Man, you really know how to squirm your way out of important conversations- but you won’t be squirming your way out of this!”

Before he knows it, Choso’s being rounded by his younger brother- who then slams both palms against the others shoulders and starts shoving him in your direction. You were talking to someone, with your back turned to him and your air one of complete ease.

And here two Itadori brothers came to shatter it.

“You- won’t- be- getting out of this one, bubba-” Yuji forces out between pushes, and with every time Choso struggled against it, his throws only got even harder. “Talk- to- her-”

“And- and say what-”

“I don’t know- I’ve never asked anyone out before?”

“Fuck!”

With a final profane exclamation, Choso’s shoved right at your footsteps- and you’re turning around at the commotion. Raising your brows at the man that was bent so low before you, that he could practically look up your skirt if he wanted to.

You take a step back, “Um…”

“F-fuck-” He seemed to be saying that a lot today, and he stands upright instantly. Rubbing at the back of his flushed neck, Choso tries looking anywhere but in your eyes—where the fuck did Yuji disappear to?! “Anyways um…nice weather we’re having, huh?”

“Right…” You look up, there was a rain cloud formulating above you. There was a 30% chance that it’s already raining.

Your company - some business major by the name of Mei Mei, he believes, throws her single long braid over her shoulder - “Ooo la la~ Guess I should leave you two alone then, hm?” Waving just the tips of her fingers at you, “Toodles~!”

“Buh-byeee, again- I love your hair!” You’re calling out with the sweetest smile.

“Thank you~!”

And only once Mei Mei was well and fully not in earshot do you turn back to Choso and deadpan, “That is the ugliest fucking hairstyle I’ve ever seen.” 

He hides a laugh behind his fist, “I-it certainly is eccentric…” Well, he’d be lying if he said he never secretly thought the same.

You tilt your head, his contagious smile making your own lips slightly quirk. In this dimming light, you could see the dimples by the corners of his lips- “And so? I don’t suppose you’re here to hear my tastes in hairstyles, are you?”

“I-I wouldn’t mind.” He coughs underneath his breath, self-consciously thinking to his own cutesy space-buns. He’s seen you staring at them a few times before…at least his imagination liked to think you did. He’s almost glad he wore them down today, “But ah- but no, you’re right. First of all, I came to apologize.” 

Before you can say anything else, he’s bowing before you.

Sharp and sincere.

He couldn’t see the expression on your face like this- and so Choso scrunches his eyes and spits out the words. “I apologize for how rude I was during the lecture earlier, it- it’s completely my fault and I shouldn’t have snatched the invitation out of your hands. It was just…”

“Personal?” You ask, and he’s whipping his head up to catch your warm smile. “I get it. Your secret’s safe with me.” Before thinking about it a little more, “And Utahime…and Shoko. Maybe Ijichi-”

His pinkish mouth gapes, “A-and the…”

“My name?” Teasingly, you pretend to think. “I didn’t see a thing. My name? What name?”

Beside himself, he begins to laugh- “And I uh- there’s also…” He’s only slightly leaning up from his bow now, fists clenching upon either side as if tries not to lose his nerve. And Choso might just have- had it not been for the flailing body of his brother.

Just a little distance away, Yuji dances about and gestures at Choso to keep talking. Shaping out hearts with his arms. Mouthing a little ‘go on’. Puckering his lips and making kissy faces—

You notice the way his gaze strays past you and start to turn-

But Choso’s grabbing your hand in a panic- stopping you from moving- making you turn around in slight surprise. “I uh!” And he feels…he feels so much. The heat of your hand thrumming in his own. The zaps of electricity as your eyes meet his. The adoration at just how beautiful you were in this light. Somehow, some way, the shy man manages out. “I wanted to…to invite you personally to the WI- I mean, the party.” 

He winces, waiting for your rejection.

Only-

“I’d love to!”

In the distance Yuji’s camera runs out of battery with how many times he’s flashing away pictures.

Choso’s on cloud nine all the way back home, he doesn’t think his feet even touch the pavement. Yuji gives him a good, hard smack on the back in congratulations as they get on Choso’s bike—“Wow, maybe you’re not a hopeless case after all, bubba!” 

Choso rides a little faster that day.

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PHASE FOUR OF WIMP: DON’T BE A WIMP!

It honestly hadn’t taken them too long to turn Itadori Jin’s home into the habitat of a college party. It was already big enough, and it had a pool out in the back and a rooftop to climb. All they needed to add were a few key components: booze, beats, onion rings.

Most of it was ordered with their uncle’s credit card…

He’d asked his Löded Diper members to join him for a gig later in the night. And Yuji had begged his friends to help them with the decorating and set-up on account that they could join the (alcohol-free, to them) party afterwards.

Meanwhile Choso had paced their living room so many times that he thinks his footsteps were seared into the carpet - some excuse of a cool big brother he was. He’d damn near twisted off his lip piercing with the way he’d been nervously toying with it- it’d taken Yuji and Nobara dragging him off to get a bit more dolled-up for him to stop.

And so here he was.

Dressed in his best ripped jeans, chains glinting, biceps flexing through his short sleeves, nails painted and re-painted. 

He throws his silky bangs out of his eyes and watches as the students trickle in- he didn’t even know half the people that dapped him up before treading inside the Itadori family home. And through each smile and greeting, Choso’s eyes flickered over the blur of faces for only one.

Yours.

The slosh of beer. The splash of ping-pong balls inside cups.

It was nearing midnight and Choso still couldn’t find you. Fuck, he almost considers letting the party rage on and leaving to find you himself-

“Bubba!” Yuji calls out over the thumping bass, and the dark-haired man is whipping around to find his brother surfing over the sea of people. “Bubba- bubba!” Hand cupped over his mouth to let his voice project, the other gripping his camera. “I saw Utahime and Shoko by the food table, no sign of her though.”

“Yuji-” Choso’s yanking on his brother’s arm, tugging his brother to him. His eyes probe down in concern, “What do you mean no sign of her? You’re sure?”

“Positive.” Yuji nods, “I asked them, too- they said she’d be coming separately but still no sign of her.” 

“I hope she’s okay…” Choso worries on his lip ring, he looks over the perspired heads of party-goers. The party was in full swing by midnight, and it showed no sign of stopping. He’s sure he saw at least one antique vase smashed, and one drunk couple making out in Sukuna’s room…“Maybe I should go check on her?”

Yuji tilts his head in confusion, “How?”

“I’ll just wait by the door maybe…”

“All night?”

“All morning if I have to.” 

Waving off his concerns, he tells his brother to order some more food and leaves for the front door.

Ignoring the calls of his name and the compliments. Trying to squeeze past the slightest gaps between bodies, “Excuse me-” He’s whispering, wincing as he forces his way through them. “Excuse me- coming through. Excuse me.” Seeing the widely gaped door as a few more people shove themselves inside the party, the door starts to close. “Wait wait don’t close, I just want to get to-”

You.

A hand stops the front door from closing, and he’s instantly putting a name to face. A name to body. A name to each fingertip by fingertip.

The party hushes just a little when you enter. The music slows. The chatter dies down. The eyes of everyone present snaps to you- holy shit, it was you. It was really, really you. 

Dressed in your prettiest slip dress. Hugging every inch of you so perfectly in the way he wanted to. Your eyes shimmering with a bit of glitter on the edges. Your lips resembling a candy he couldn’t wait to suck on right now. Immediately, it’s as if his world was bending to your will, your intrusion - as it always did.

Holding the door open, “Oh!” You’re clearly startled to come face-to-face with Choso Kamo so soon - and especially so close. Your eyes widen as they flit up his sculptured body, that t-shirt that clung to him attractively. “Ditching your own party so soon?”

“I was about to until you came along.”

Fuck—why did he say that?

In the distance, he can hear three irritating (strangely familiar) squeals. And he’s bringing a hand up to fiddle with his lip piercing, apology on his tongue when-

“Well, then I sure am glad I came along.” You’re smiling in that way that feels like you’re analyzing every inch of him, “This party wouldn’t have been much fun without you, Cho.” You push his shoulder with yours, and he thinks he might just melt.

He thinks he does.

There’s a flash of a camera that jolts him into action once more.

“Can I uh- get you uh—a beer? Or something?” Grimacing at his own choked-up hosting, he ushers you in and closes the door. Your shoulder brushes against his, and he thinks he might just cream his pants. “Or a shot? Ah- onion rings?”

“I think I’m good on the alcohol…for now.” You hum, and there’s something in your tone that he can’t quite pinpoint. The party parts ways for you, and he’s leading you inside. 

Choso raises a brow, curious. “How come for now?”

“Ah- because I know if I want to drink I’ll drink until I drop out of anger.” You huff, looking up at him meaningfully. You’d reached the dance floor by now- or at least, the living room that had found itself being turned into a dance floor. The music was much louder here, and you beckon Choso in close to whisper in his ear—your breath brushing his sensitive earlobes. “Break-ups tend to do that to you.”

Choso shivers at the proximity, before registering what you’d just said. “Wait- break-up-”

“It was a long time coming anyway.” You’re sighing, a slight smile on your face. “And this time it’s done for good- don’t worry, it’s not like I’m upset or anything…” Huffing out contemplatively, “Well, maybe a little- but not over him, rather the time I wasted.”

“I-I see…” Choso swallows, his throat was parched as if he’d just run a marathon. He clenches his fists, and then he wipes those sweaty palms down his sides—before bringing them up to hold yours. In just a little, his band would be playing (he’d been holding them off for you), but until then…

You look up at him in slight surprise, slight warmth.

“Then…” He tugs you down to the dance floor, “-shall we dance?”

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“Fuh-fuck…” Choso can’t help but let his slick tongue flop out- as if he wanted to surge his head between those pretty legs of yours, as if he wanted to chase that sweetly honeyed cunt you’d plopped right on top of him.

It didn’t take long after dancing together - so close, you’re sure the rumor mill was working overtime by now - and listening to Choso’s rock set before you’d all but dragged him upstairs. Blindly, he’s the one that’d led your impatient self to his bedroom and locked the door.

And you’d barely had the time to admire those rock posters along his walls, his practice drum kit, before he’d laid you out on his jet-black sheets.

Before you’d flipped him over and set your thighs upon either side of his pretty, pretty face.

With your hips hoverin’ over Choso’s face, you’re letting your mouth upturn into a smirk as his gluttonous tongue lavishes out. The ridges of his tastebuds already watery with how badly he wanted you, he’s groaning from underneath. “S-sit on my face.” 

“What was that?” You’re leaning in with your ear cupped, pretending not to hear. Not close enough for him to actually get what he wants, but enough to have him lunging forwards with a whine. “The music’s really loud, Cho.”

“Sit on my- face.” Such a pretty hot blush spreads all over his cheeks, as if Choso couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his own mouth. With both hands gripped upon both your thighs, he’s pulling you in. “Please sit on my face, ngh- what do I hafta do to have you fuck my mouth properly?”

“How about you beg-”

“Please—”

“Call me ma’am?”

Tears start twinkling at the edge of Choso’s eyes at how badly he wanted you, how ravenous he was. “Please…” Mumbling out in such a pouty way, his lip ring glimmers. “Please, ma’am.”

You shiver, zaps of arousal running down your spine and straight to your core- you couldn’t believe that it was so damn easy to get him to bend to your will like this. And Choso’s noticing your slight shakes with a whine of concern, batting up his lashes-

“Something the matter, baby?”

“Oh, nothing—” You hum, and the bed creaks as you inch just a lil’ forward. “It’s just, you’re already so tempting as is- just one question, have you ever done this before?”

You didn’t know it was even possible for his furious flush to grow even stronger, “N-no…”

“Mmm, thought so.”

To which his brown brows furrow in a plea- “But I promise I’ll be so good for you- mmpf!”

Immediately shutting him up with the front of your pussy- your bloated lips end up glued against his mouth. His greedy maw. His agape cavern. His lip piercing was cold against your outer cunt. His tongue sticks directly out to swipe at your sultry pussy, and you watch in real time as Choso’s doe-like eyes widen, entire body jolting as if he’d just been struck by a million volts of electricity.

And he takes one lick, he takes one slurp.

That’s all it takes for Choso Kamo to get fucking addicted.

“O-oh my god…” Slurring out right between your pussylips, you’re being dragged forwards as if you were nothing but a ragdoll atop him. Nudged right until the tip of his straight nosebridge ends up shoved between your folds, “Mmm, oh my god-” He breathes out—that’s until he realizes that he has to remove himself from your pussy to actually breathe.

And it’s with great pain that and multiple seconds that Choso actually unlatches himself from your cunt to intake a few gasps. Before plunging straight back in with a wet sluuuuurp—“Oh my god- are all pussies this sweet- or is it just yours, ngh! I think it’s just yours, baby…”

Oh, it’s going to be really fun to control him to your lecherous whims.

“I didn’t realize you’d be a fuckin’...oh, fuck.” You’re throwing your head back with a slight yelp. Because without any warning, Choso’s smearing aside your folds with his nose to find your sensitive nub.

Instantly letting his mouth fall open, he’s latching at your clit and drag-drag-draaaagging. And especially with his frigid lip ring, it’s making you feel sensations you didn’t even know were possible. “Mmm, and then there’s this clit of yours—fuck!” As if that wasn’t enough, he’s reaching up a hand to hold your pussylips wiiiide open. Sucklin’ away even deeper, “Just the gift that keeps on givin’, baby, mmm- this pussy is just such a treat. I think I could have her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner-” 

He just starts babbling - so drunk on your pussy already that the only thing you can do is grab onto a lock of Choso’s dark hair and pull him off. “Ch-Choso, oh my god.” Wait- did you think you could control him?

He’s blinking his long lashes at you blearily, lips all glossed with your sweetened slick. “What were you saying again?”

“Munch.” You’re spitting out, almost accusing- and a drivel of your spit dangles out of your mouth, ready for Choso to open his mouth and let it splatter onto his mouth. You’re looking down at the display and letting out a shiver, “I didn’t think you’d be such a munch, Choso- you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“P-pussy…” He’s prattling out, hypnotized. Before shaking his head out of that daze, slightly giggling. “I mean- positive.”

Your peripherals widen in disbelief—did he seriously just mix that word up with your pussy? “You can’t be serious…” Deciding to take things into your own hands, you’re tightening your fist ‘round his sweat-drenched bangs a bit more. “Unless you want to- hah, suffocate then you might wanna take it slow, baby.”

“B-but…”

“But what, Cho—?” And oh, he could see that mean glint in your eyes as you tugged his head to the side and made him groan. The sudden movement made Choso’s lips break off with a dampened mwah! and the poor boy is reaching upwards with a few pleas.

“Please-” This eyeliner smearing ‘round the edges as he all but cries at the very thought of your pussy being taken away from him. “Please- no! Don’t take her away from me m’begging- you can take it slow, you can take it slow.” Choso shakes his head fervently, “You can take it slow just…”

And you catch his dilated pupils darting somewhere towards the edge of his bedside cabinet, curiosity growing. “Just what, hm?”

“I just want to have one condition of my own.”

You let him trail off of your pussy- and it takes him a few more open-mouthed kisses before he can even bear to remove himself from your cunt. Without delay, he reaches to open up the drawer beside him. “What are you…”

And you can only watch - slack-jawed and speechless - as Choso fits a silver orb of a tongue piercing right in the middle of his tastebuds.

Right smack-dab in the middle.

You take back what you thought about control.

And you’re barely allowed the time to register just how attractive he looks this way, before Choso’s back plastering his flattened muscle over your pussy. “S-slow, I said, Cho. Slow.”

“Sorry, baby, sorry.” Brows knitting together, he tries to concentrate. “Slow…m’gonna take it…slow.”

You’re gyrating your hips backwards in such a sensual pace - it was almost agonizing the round-a-bout way you’d move your hips back against his face. Keeping him wrapped around your lil’ pinkie, “Mmm, yeah- just like that, Choso.” 

Holding onto his scalp, your channel constricts at the way he just kept on cracking out tiny whimpers every time you tugged a bit too harshly at him.

Humming, “Just like thaaaaat-” Feeling his overeager mouth surge faster upwards at the compliment, “Ah ah- slow down, baby. Mmm, just like that.”

Because at least this tempo let you keep your wits about you. 

Somewhat…

But then something happens.

But then he’s sensing your deviating hips angle themselves- he’s sensing you crave the cold drag of his piercing. And Choso Kamo just can’t stop his body being sent into a state of frenzy—where it doesn’t matter how much you’re holding yourself back, he’s pulling you in, he’s squelching his tongue upwards, he’s kissing away. “This—” Lapping and lapping up the crevice of your cunt with his lengthy tongue. “Does it feel good on your pussy, baby? Please- please tell me you can feel it.”

“I can feel it.” Breathily, you have to fight to keep your tone under control as he slips n’ slides his textured tastebuds all over your outer pussy. Alternating between those ravenous kisses and lil’ tugs on your clit. “F-feels so cold on my clit- hah.” Fuck slow, he was going wild.

“Good.” And you swear you can feel Choso’s smile spreading across your folds, oh-so-sensitive with his sheer friction. The longer he was kissin’ away at your cunt, the more honest he got. “I got it just for you, y’know?”

And no matter how tightly you’re trying to grab onto his sweaty scalp, Choso was just so feral with his movements. Uncontrollable. You try to haul him backwards to slow him down, but he was only manhandling you further onto his face. “Wh-what do you mean you got it just for me?”

“Exactly what I said, baby—” He’s batting his teary lashes, “That I was thinkin’ of you when I- ngh, got it. That all I could fucking think of when I got my tongue pierced was havin’ your sweet pussy on me like this, and my piercing rubbin’ up against you like- that-”

Lurching on top of him when he stretches your tight hole out with just the crown edge of his tongue. Choso’s circular piercing knocks up against the sides of your walls and leaves you feeling mad, “Oh my god—” Saliva splattering down your front.

Then Choso’s feeling the way you clench, feeling the way your entrance quivers around nothing.

And it was just such a shame to leave your pretty cunt waiting, wasn’t it? So like the good boy he was, he’s slipping an inch of his wet muscle inside and making you gasp at the stretch. His orbed piercing marking his pathway perfectly, “Shit! At least give a girl a warning-”

“M’sorry, baby.” Choso whines, “Y-you won’t take my pretty pussy away from me for that, will you?”

“Well…” At least dragging out your answer let you see him all hopeless and needy like this. But honestly, looking at him - all starry-eyed, blushing-cheeked, half his face slicked in your sap - how could you ever say no to him?

Shit, he might just have you drunk on his tongue.

And your body starts to quake with tiny shivers, with both your hands woven into his hair for stability. You feel the desperate slashes of his tongue increase, and realize that he wasn’t edging any closer to your hole without your permission. How cute…“Nope- but s’gonna be on my terms, baby- oh.”

No sooner are the words panted out of your mouth that Choso’s mazing his prolonged tastebuds straight through your entrance.

A direct pap! to the gooey roof of your cunt- and you gasp at the contact, slightly pulling back. Before Choso holds one side of your hips and makes you sit properly down on his face to slash and slash and slash at your innards. Fucking you with his mouth like such an animal- “Y-yes, anything you say…”

“Fuck- fuck- then-” You’re tugging back with his hair, almost simply to watch the way that Choso’s chasing your cunt afterwards.

“T-tell me m’doing a good job, baby- tell me-”

Hiccuping out, “You’d be a much better boy f’me if you were a little more in control.” His lip piercing was practically glued to your outer cunt, and Choso simply couldn’t decide between sucking on your slit and spreadin’ open your hole with his very lips.

Maddened.

You’re struggling to even think beyond the primal stretch at your hole, and as you tug on Choso’s hair yet another time- he’s moving back in with a growl. “C-can you even think, baby?” Asking, whining through the great dollops of saliva clogging up your throat. He shakes his head and you continue, “Do you even know what you’re doing? Can you even breathe?”

“How can I?”

Drippin’ straight down his pointed chin, droplets of your slick wobble across his skin as he mumbles. “Like I said- m’taking it sloooow—” Stroking your glistening walls multiple times a second, his tongue piercing zig-zagging rapid lines. “M’taking it- hah, just the pace you want it.” His brown eyes glinting with something that looked almost predatory. “M’giving you m-mercy.”

“F-fuck…” A breathless gasp leaves you, eyes widening at the sinful epiphany you’d just come across. “I really…can’t control you.”

Shoving himself a few inches deeper inside your wet pussy, “But she certainly can.”

And then it’s not just Choso’s tongue that’s muddlin’ up your mind (and your cunt), but his fingers decide to join in on the fun, too.

Not only were they unfairly long, but they were so flexible. 

Curving juuust the right way to make those chunky metal rings on his fingers dig against your softened walls, “J-just can’t control myself when it comes to this pussy, baby.” He’s whining out between your slick-sheened thighs, splatter after splatter of syrup letting out of you. Choso thrusts his digits in until they’re knuckle-deep, and his skin ‘round that area stings bright red. “Just drives me…wild. Just makes me wanna make her mine and- fuck, fuck everyone that th-thinks otherwise.”

“Oh, please—” Throwing your head back, your thighs start to shiver - and you’re not quite sure whether that’s because of the exertion or the sheer amount of pleasure he was pumping into you. “Please, you’re just so close-”

“No, you’re just so close.” He’s giggling out, taking a lavish lick inside your hole. “I can taste it on her.”

“You- you can…” You breathe out in disbelief. 

He locks his lips ‘round your clit now, permanently back to sucking on that cute nub. Drawing out the most adorable whines from your mouth, Choso’s swervin’ his ringed fingers inside of you. Looooog zig-zags, “I can.” Poking his textured tips into any crevice he can find, any orifice. “You’re startin’ to taste so much sweeter, baby- fuh-feels like you’re gonna cum on my tongue.”

Bucking, “I am I am- ngh, I’m so fucking close.”

“Mmmm—just need to hit that p-pretty lil’ g-spot, don’t I?” At that surprised look you’re throwing down at him, “What? Just because m’a virgin doesn’t mean that I’m- ngh, unknowledgeable. I read up on it y’know…”

“And what exactly did you read up on it, Choso?” You can’t help but ask.

“That I need to find that spot and you’ll feel—” The circle of his tongue piercing draaaags so lecherously, right on time with one of his silver rings inside of you. The cold material makes your pupils swirl inside the whites of your eyes, and you almost don’t hear his next words. “-like c-cumming on my face-”

Jostled up by him-

“Please tell me where it is, baby.” He begs, words nearly drowned out by the squelches! of him hammerin’ two fingers away inside of you. “Please- please I want you to cum on my face. I promise I’ll be good…after, just let me know where-”

“Fuh-fuuuuck, Choso.” You’re bawling out, that fire starting out at the pit of your stomach. “You’re just too much- think m’gonna cum soon n’- hck! my g-spot should be…”

He moves, fingers twitching excitedly inside of you.

“-right- up.”

And he’s probin’ into your sweetest spot perfectly—just perfectly. 

The roughened knobs of his fingers stick against your bundle of nerves, and you’re feeling a sudden surge of pleasure that makes you see pure white- before you’re throwing your head back and announcing your high. “C-cumming-” You gurgle out, “Oh my god- m’cumming, Choso.”

“H-heh…all on my tongue.” The dark-haired man declares smugly - just as he’d expected, you’d toppled over the edge. He told you he could taste it. “More, baby- more. Ride your orgasm out on my tongue, will you?”

“Doing so…”

Fucking you with his hands.

Not only were you gripping Choso’s long locks in two places and using him to bounce your hips backwards, but he was elongating your high with not two- not three- but four ringed fingers bullied between your tender pussylips.

Just plain mean. The sheer stretch of it was just incredible, and he was openin’ you up like never before. 

Eating you out like never before.

You’re feeling wet tears roll down your cheeks at the feeling of his tastebuds rolling over your throbbing clit—slurp-slurp-slurp! Precisely whenever it felt like a peak of your bliss was coming onwards, and that only left you more gone on his tongue. “Feels good like this, doesn’t it, baby?” With a sloppy noise, he then continues to suck on your clit. “Mmmm- not bad for a first timer.”

“P-perhaps.” You didn’t even know what else to say. You’re shivering throughout your entire body when he slobbers his tongue over from your clit to start pricking n’ prodding at your hole. “Shit- y’know my high’s almost over, right, Choso?”

“I know.”

And yet he still doesn’t stop.

Not until you’re left fucked utterly dumb on his mouth, not until he’s letting you ride through your entire orgasm and then some, not until he has you in actual tears of overstimulation-

“P-please-” You couldn’t believe how you sounded at this point - you. Queen Bee. Things always went your way- but now you were at Choso’s complete and utter mercy. “Give your mouth a little rest, Cho-”

He seethes, as if offended. “I don’t even need to breathe when I have your pussy on me, you think I’d stop because m’jaws fuckin’ tired, baby?”

Blubbering, “Maybe not- but hck! if you slow down now then I’ll have more stamina for ah- something else…” For him? You’d have stamina regardless, but the lil’ warning worked in getting Choso to unglue his pierced lips from your pussy with a final mwah!

And it was the loudest, most sinful noise you’ve heard in your entire life.

Enough to get you to shake with arousal, and for Choso to use his strong arms n’ seat you down on his lap. With your legs straddling his slender waist now, he’s sitting up. 

Staring down at you through heavy half-lidded eyes, “You were saying…?”

“I was saying.”

He just looked too sexy like this.

Long hair all rumpled with you running your fingers through them. His eyes faintly misty and sex-crazed. More than half his face was gleaming with your syrupy slick. Lips puffy. Eyeliner smeared. Rings all stained with a few layers of your sap that he licks right off- all while looking straight into your dilated pupils.

Your cunt throbs.

Eager to get him back for this, you’re tearing off Choso’s t-shirt of some punk-rock band. And beneath—oh, were you pleasantly surprised.

You’d somewhat expected Choso to be one of those types that were silently muscular, silently toned, silently so strong. 

Your eyes greedily followed the curves and dips of his sculpted front, and realize that he was blushed all the way down to his prominent pecs. You reach out and touch the spattering of star-like freckles across them, and then so on forth to his…nipple piercings.

Your thumb snags on the glinting bar that pierced his left pec- and he hisses.

“Oh my-” You’re cooing, “S’this for me, too?”

“Y-yes.”

You push him down flatly onto the bed, making his pillows puff up with the pressure. Your hands then sensually caress the ladder-like ridges of his abs - all smoooooth and rippling at your touch. 

Down, down, dooooown to ultimately end up buried in his slightly unruly happy trail. “It’s always the quiet ones, huh?” His breath hitches once you start fiddling with his jeans, tugging—pulling. “Who would’ve thought that cute lil’ Choso Kamo, always so quiet and shy, would be like this.” Your mouth waters as his pants start loosening, “That he’d be so, so…”

Big.

There was no other adjective for it.

Choso Kamo was simply so big - just the prettiest rose-red at his tip, all engorged that it was as if every ounce of blood in his body had ended up at his cock instead. A few puffy veins. Just the barest curls of brown at his base. His erection stood looooong and upright, dribblin’ out a few lines of precum at the intensity of your stare. 

And there- right in the middle of his shaft was a circular piercing that sat snugly underneath a particularly prominent vein. Winking up at you like it couldn’t wait to feel you.

And even from here, you could tell that Choso was already the type to be so sensitive-

“D-don’t-” To your surprise, his right hand snakes down and ends up at your throat. Gently holding you back from getting any nearer to his raging hot cock.

You’re mentally counting about ten of his inches- maybe eleven?! And you look up at him in slight confusion.

He clears his throat, “I mean- it’s just that I know what you’re thinking. But the thing is, if you put your lips on me now then m’just gonna…cum…instantly.”

Your brows raise damn near to your hairline, “What if I want that then?”

“I’ll beg you not to.”

“Beg.”

“Please, ma’am- fuck-” You’ve just made that punk-rock boy beg—and not only that, whilst he was midway through his pleading, you’d made him throw his head back with the cutest whine.

How?

Simply swervin’ your hips over his aching hot length, and whilst Choso had been talking- you’d just runnnnn your glossy pussylips down the thickness of his length. Simply sandwiched between your folds, he’d felt so thick and solid against your entrance.

Throb-throb-throbbing away.

It’d only left you…ravenous for more-

“Need you to fuck me now, Cho.” You lean in to tell him, your breath scorching against his face. And Choso had the urge to lean up and lick those dried tears off your cheeks. “Want you inside me so fucking bad-”

“Fuh-fuck- don’t talk like that.” He’s urgently saying, head snapping downwards.

And you’re following his gaze just to find that Choso’s bawling divot had started pouring out bead after bead of gooey white sap at your words. Simply your words. He was almost on the verge of cumming at your words.

And oh- how he both loves and hates that mischievous smile that spreads across your pretty face. “But it’s just the truth, Cho.” Batting your lashes up at him, “I just really want you inside-”

“Please-”

“Always wanted you inside-”

“I w-won’t go easy-”

“Always dreamt of you inside- oh, fuck.”

It’s the last thing your nasty mouth can get out before Choso’s grabbing onto either side of your shoulders and shoving his thick, aching cock inside of you.

Just a single inch, perhaps not even that.

Just the slightest intrusion.

And it’s so sexy that you almost wished you recorded the way he’s letting his toned chest heave with a gasp, the way he’s flushing all the way down to his roots, the way that Choso’s entire body seems to zap with sultry lightning—a mere pause.

You could almost feel the question that hangs in the air - so this is what you feel like?

Before then he’s shoving and shoving.

Like he’s gone absolutely wild- “Fuck-” Choso spits between his honed teeth, “Fuck- hold still.” Grabbing onto you anywhere, everywhere—just anything that would keep you there while he tried to fuck his cock inside you until your sweetened sap is overspilling. “Hold still, hold still, hold—” You weren’t even prepared to accommodate him, and yet you can feel an inch or so more of his thickness funnel inside. “—still.”

“Oh my- oh my god!” You’re thrashing at the sudden pressure being put on your lower half, but Choso’s keeping his hold firm. He’s pinning you down. He’s not letting you move a single inch. He’s not even giving you a mere warning before reeling his puffy inches back-

Your eyes snap open, and you’re just about to ask whether he was pulling back.

-before Choso’s snapping his hips to yours and only tunneling that globular tip of his even deeper. “Hold still.” He spits down a splat! accurately onto your cunt, “You- you just need to hold still.”

It was like a mantra. You’re shivering at the tone of his voice. 

There was a certain roughness to his words, a certain primal want in them that you’ve never heard from Choso before. Or anyone, ever, really. 

It made your heard damn near beat out of your chest, and your fingers tremor as you reach up to him. Gliding away the sweaty bangs that obscure Choso’s gaze, “What did you say now, baby?”

“I said-” And you can only gasp as he lunges his hips back a few more inches, barely even letting your cunt constrict around nothing before he’s pushing in with a deep thwack! It’s enough to make your body lurch at the sudden intrusion- to which Choso’s tightening his grip on you until he was white-knuckled. “-hold. Still.”

But how could you possibly hold still when you were stuffed in so tight that you barely felt like you could even breathe. Could barely even keep it together. Could barely do anything but arch your back and-

“Didn’t I fuckin’ tell you to hold still?”

Your jaw drops, turning your head down to look at him—weren’t you supposed to be the mean one out of you two? “You did, but-”

“Then hold—” Clearly feeling that he needed to up the ante, both his hands detach from your sides. You could already feel the steam wafting out from where his touch had once been, and those very same rude palms waste no time ending up…laced on top of your crowned scalp. “-fucking-” Using the leverage to push you down onto his drilling hips, “-still.”

He finally looks up at you then - finally.

And what you see shakes you to your very core.

Because Choso Kamo’s pupils were dilated until it looked almost animalistic, in a way you didn’t even know was possible for a human. He looked crazed. He looked hungry. He looked as if he was on the verge of devouring you whole right then and there.

And then he’s fucking you like it, too.

Rough, rapid half-thrusts just to fit inside.

Fuck—Choso’s throbbing circumference was just too fucking big to bottom out immediately. But he’s sloppily dragging down your channel until he was just about halfway inside, with the knob of his silver piercing tickling your entrance.

With a gruff groan, he swipes that frigid metal ‘round your hole as if claiming you. The shy man hisses at the resistance of your cunt before holding you down and pushing- “Hold still before I fucking c-cum.”

“Oh-” You’re gasping, “So that’s why-”

“Fuck- actually, don’t even speak.” And you’re quickly understanding why when even the mere sound of your whiny voice leaves Choso’s bludgeoning tip twitching.

Hard and fast.

Desperate and needy.

Like he was trying to claim even the slightest ounce of space inside you, Choso bucks his hips and lets his dewy eyes flutter shut. Mouth falling agape, “Shut up and take it. D-don’t test me, baby.” With the hand plastered on top of your scalp, he’s ramming you right back down to meet his hips. “Not unless you want me to cum i-inside right this very second.”

“But what if I do?”

“Fuck…fucking- shut—” Shutting you up by a ringed thumb pushed into your mouth, it was just so easy for him to reach down from your crown. Preventing you from talking back, preventing you from running, preventing you from doing any fucking thing but taking his thickly massive cock.

Ignoring those words of yours that were definitely riling him up, Choso instead focuses on letting his blushin’ tip scrape at your g-spot.

It leaves you absolutely incoherent, squealing ‘round the intrusion of his thumb. “Please-” You’re somehow managing out, “Please I- hck! love it like that- would love it even more if you would cum in-”

“Fucking- I can’t even—” And he just sounds so agonized as he drills up into you like a madman - Choso’s oversensitive cock wasn’t even ready to, didn’t even think he could handle it. And yet he’s doing so to prevent you from yammering on with those filthy words of yours. Choso’s crying out. “Is that you or her talking- you or her—stop talkin’ outta your pussy, baby, s’gonna drive me w-wild.”

Blinking away your tears, the edge of his thumb had slipped out of your mouth by now. Drawing a splattering smear of saliva, “And here I thought you said you were g-going to let me have my way-”

“Did I say that?” As he pauses to think, you could see the brief glimmer of human recognition spark in Choso’s deep irises. “Can’t remember, heh.”

“You little-”

You’re cut off by your own surprised yelp, because in absolutely no time- Choso has your positions flipped over. It was you that had your back against the mattress now, being pushed further and further in the direction of the headboard any time he moved.

And Choso was just lurking above you, was just pinning you down with his mere muscular weight.

He didn’t even have to try to halt your restless hips in their pursuit, and throws your legs over his shoulders easily to fuck you in the meanest mating press possible.

Your ass against his thighs, his forehead bending down to press against yours.

This angle was just perfect. 

In absolutely no time, his rounded cockhead was bludgeoning against every sweet orifice on your walls. Before he’s ultimately slide-slide-sliiiiding down to dig his circular girth against your cervix- with a great thud! that sets your teeth on edge.

His pale hips slam into yours again and again and again- “H-hold still.” Just about the only thing that he could get out now, right between those clenched canines of his. It was more on autopilot than anything, because you weren’t moving a single inch- and yet Choso was already so gone on your cunt that he couldn’t stop babbling. “Didn’t I tell you to stop moving- oh, this sweet pussy…she’s just being so filthy f’me.”

“And you’re just being so pussydrunk, Cho.” You’re somehow giggling out, though he’s slowly fucking that laughter out with a rough few slams at your deepest depths.

Not slowing down until you couldn’t help but feel his bruisin’ tip even after he’s pulled out, just to sink all the way back in again. “Hold- fucking- still—”

“I am.”

“Wh-what do you even mean?” Sounding genuinely confused, genuinely so dazed. You’re sure that if you squeezed your soft, velvety walls this very second then Choso would completely forget the last few seconds of your conversation.

Almost to test it - you do.

And you watch as the dark-haired man immediately drops his head to the crook of your neck, clammy skin-against-skin. You watch as he shivers, you watch as he only raises his face to stare at you with bleary eyes. “Wh-what were we talking about again, baby…?” And even more so- you’re raising both your hands up to toy with the glinting silver of Choso’s nipple piercings, rolling your fingers over his rosy buds. And you watch as an even more dopey expression overcomes his features, “We were nght—talking?”

Even his syllables were slurring together. You had to bite back a giggle, “Just talking about how much I wanted you to fill me- ngh- up.” You’re tugging and teasing his cute nipples, he lets off the prettiest short gasps any time you’re pressing down on the pierced nubs of his nipples like a button. “You can cum inside right now if you wanted, Cho.”

“R-right…” And his eyes grow just a bit clearer, he’s nodding as if he remembered exactly what you meant. Scouring one hand off your head and down the middle of your core, “Right- was talking about how I wanted to fill this ngh- cute womb up like craaaaazy- weren’t we?”

“Yes- fuck yes.” You’re moaning as his speed suddenly grows even faster.

“And we were talking about how m’gonna cum any second now?” He presses down on the top of your stomach as he pounds past your geysering orifice, creating the perfect pressure that makes the both of you whimper. “And how m’gonna be the one to cuh-cum first?”

“Yes- yes-”

“Because m’so patheeeeetic on this pussy, aren’t I?” An almost crazed tone in his voice, something that sends zaps of electricity thrumming through your every vein. “I’d die for her- I’d ngh- do anything for her.”

You throw your head back, body arching against his glissading abs. “You…are…oh.” And you didn’t know who was more shattered at this point - you or—

“But you’re not pathetic for wanting this touch-starved loser virgin to fill your cunt up with my cum?”

You.

It was absolutely you.

At least, it was you in this very moment. 

Because somewhere in the middle of his vulgar strokes, Choso had somewhat regained his senses. At least enough to make you end up with heart-eyes on his cock, your cunt slobberin’ out any time he’s pulling his hips back.

A great splosh! of sap pathetically spilling out from between your legs leaves him crinkling his nose with a shy chuckle. “Cute.” Before you know it, his hands lift off of your scalp to wrap one at your throat. The other drifts down somewhere between your legs…“You- ngh, reeeeally want me to fill this pretty pussy up, baby?”

And you can’t help but become so-very-honest on his rovering cock, knockin’ against your every sweet spot and aching to knock you up! “Yes-” You blurt through tears, “Yes, I really- ngh, really want you to.”

“Sh-shit, you don’t know how many times I’ve dreamt of you saying that.” 

You might have been opening your drooling mouth to respond with something, but Choso’s cutting you off by slithering his slender index and thumb between your pussylips and pinching your cute clit. You’re moaning loud enough that you’re sure the party downstairs must have heard- “J-just like that-” Letting your limp limbs twitch with the crackles of pleasure. “Just inside, baby.”

“Mhmmm- inside inside- inside.” Choso’s grunting out after each ravenous roll of his thumb atop your nub. He’s hitting your pelvis a few more times with his, making the slamming of skin echo out into the room. “But you better cum f’me first, baby.”

Your eyes snap wide open, “Why me first-” Speeding up, your g-spot was practically getting bruised by this point.

“Can’t you indulge this loser a little and let me make you cummmm again-” He coos, fingers so fast on your clit that they look like nothing but a blur. “S’all I’ve ever wanted ever since I first- ngh, saw you, y’know? To give this pussy a gooood proper fuckin’ that I knew she wasn’t getting- I might’ve been a virgin but I could learn.”

“And you’d be the- hah, one to do that?”

He’s slamming his globular length into your so hard that your tastebuds sizzle, and you swear you can taste his salty pre at your throat. Choso’s starin’ you deeply into your eyes whilst he fucks you maddeningly, deeply into your eyes whilst he says. “Baby, I already am.”

 As he finishes his filthy sentence, Choso purposefully shortens some of his furious thrusts. Because he didn’t even want to wait for the recoil of your spongy womb before he’s pumping in one more, because he wanted to assault your poor throbbing g-spot with his orb piercing. Rubbing and rubbing—

Until you’re finally crashing into your second high of the night.

Such an incredible sensation that you can’t decide which one was better - both of them were the two best in your entire life, however. 

“Hold still-” Choso unplasters his hand from your neck, which then moves down to grip at your waist. To keep your waist pinned down to the creaky mattress, “Hold still while I fuh-fuck you like you deserve.” And above all - to let the fat, drivellin’ tip of his cock glide down your g-spot and alllll the way to your womb with absolutely no problem. Again and again. Every peak upon peak being draaaaagged out—“Hold still while- ngh, oh…fuck, I can barely even speak because of her.”

It takes over your body in waves - first your toes that curl, then your thighs that just won’t stop twitching, your heaving chest your muddled mind.

And then finally that mouth of yours that keeps on begging- “Now- now your turn.” Stubbornly, you lock your ankles around the back of Choso’s neck. Not even halfway through your own orgasm before you’re begging for his, “Gonna hold still- so you h-have to do it inside, m’kay, Cho?”

He’s staring at you with such dazed eyes, “Y-yes, ma’am.”

Because you always did get what you wanted.

And the tingles of your high have just barely begun to peter out, before they’re being replaced by the sheer sultry warmth of Choso’s ivory syrup.

The volume.

The way he was flooding you up with only a few vicious strokes.

It oozes out like a never-ending fountain by his strawberry divot, ending up emptied allllll the way near the back of your womb. “Y-yes—” You whine. You pinch Choso’s nipple and he spurts out just a few more pearly beads of cum, “Right there, Cho, want it all deep inside.”

“F-fuck—ngh—” Red-hot. Splashing. Entire body bowing into yours, sweat breaking out across his skin. He scrunches his eyes shut and lets the powerful bliss overtake him, “Oh my god it just feels so- hck! S’even better than I imagined cumming inside you- oh.”

You follow the line of his bleary sight- only to find that Choso was staring where you both were connected.

Your swollen folds. The ring of white ‘round his base.

The fatness of his thumb hovers right down to smear away that cute gloss of white, slurp! “Except in my, mmm, dreams, it was more like—” Though it was for no use, because Choso’s free hand only presses down on your stomach anyway. Until his creamy white cum oozes out of you in slick layers, “-this.”

You’re gaping at the mess he’s made, “And you were telling me to h-hold on-”

“I still am.”

Body moved around by him like a ragdoll, he’s using the hand on your stomach to pin you down. Shoving every solid inch of his cock back and forth—Choso thud-thud-thuds at the goopy wetness of your womb with each of his wads. 

Fucking each one inside you.

Webbing up your insides until your toes curl-

His second hand tilts open your jaw and spits- before kissing you, tongue piercing and all. “Wanna take my virginity a second time?”

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.

.

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK—!

“Rise and shine—! The sun is shining! The grass is green! Your father is back from his trip-”

Now, Choso Kamo will say that he isn’t exactly sure what it is that woke him up that morning. Perhaps it was his father’s usual morning call, as one of those people that were much too happy in the early hours. Perhaps it was the warmth at this side, the way he doesn’t even have to open his eyes to know who it is. Perhaps it’s the way he presses a soft morning kiss on the side of your neck, how it all felt like a dream.

Perhaps it’s the girlish scream.

Two of them. One from his father and one from him.

Sitting up in alarm, Choso’s dragging his blanket further up your partially-covered bodies. Trying (quite futilely) to perhaps cover the nail marks down his back and shoulders, the hickies all over your body, the way both your mouths were still swollen. 

Face heating up at Itadori Jin’s wide, gawking eyes from the doorway, “D-dad!” And you start to stir at Choso’s yelp, “Dad, get out-”

“R-right away!”

BANG!

As the thunderous sound of the door closing, you’re lurching up in his bed. Now fully awake, you pull the sheets to your chest. Words nothing but a whisper- sore with all the overuse from last night, “Tell me what I think just happened didn’t just happen…”

Choso opens his mouth to answer (maybe lie and forget this ever happened)-

Before there’s a rapid knock and the door swings wide open once more.

Jin’s pinkish hair makes an appearance, and he keeps his eyes trained shamefully on the floor. Choso starts to protest. You yelp- “Breakfast is downstairs and I’ve made enough for everyone so please stay, okay bye!” He announces over your two voices, and promptly slams the door shut once again.

And you’re left in the silent wake of it—floor rumbling with the vibrations of the door, loud enough that you think you could hear your two thumping heartbeats. Oh my god….

Choso’s the one to break the silence - he kisses you chastely on the lips. “I uh- first day as a couple is going smoothly?”

Sitting up in alarm, Choso’s dragging his blanket further up your partially-clothed bodies. At some point in the night you’d gotten up to make yourselves somewhat presentable and help Yuji clean up after the party. And at some point in the night you’d also kept getting handsy in his room…

It doesn’t take you too long to throw on whatever t-shirt and pyjama pants that Choso hands your way, before admiring just how cute you looked in his clothes…alright maybe it did take long before the two of you were finally ready to make an appearance downstairs. But only because he kept insisting on kisses!

The kitchen quietens down at your entrance, and you’re setting sights on a man that must be no other than Choso’s grandpa- right along with another, younger, one who was the spitting image of Jin. Just slightly rougher around the edges. Tattoos. Piercings- ah, you understood where Choso must’ve gotten his style influenced from.

You’re at their round breakfast table, with his uncle (Sukuna, you hear) on your right, and Choso on your left. The dark-haired man reaches over and runs a hand down your thigh soothingly once conversation starts back up-

“How do you like your eggs, my dear?” Jin asks you, and when you answer he instantly gets to work - waving off your urgent requests to help. “No no- sit, sit! You’re the guest! I always have told Cho here to treat his guests- not that he ever brought anyone over, you’re the first!”

“Certainly- treated her well-” Sukuna coughs out the words only to get elbowed by Wasuke and flicked with egg by Jin. Batting away the concoction, he looks at you by way of explanation. “I’m not a regular uncle, I’m a cool uncle.”

Jin starts up another batch for you, “But anyways- I know we’re just getting to know each other now, my dear, but I do want to thank you for taking care of him.”

“The pleasure’s all mine.” You meet Choso’s eyes, and he blushes.

“Awwwww—” Jin, who’d been there to witness the entire thing, starts to flutter about in excitement. He didn’t even care that the eggs were starting to burn- “You two are just dears! Oh, is it too late to show you the baby photographs- tell me it’s not too late!”

Not sure what to say, “I uh…”

“Oh, it’s alright- I’ll just show you the middle school pictures for today and we can save the baby pictures for…also today.” Without waiting for your response, Jin’s disappearing somewhere into the living. Spatula and all. “Yuji, where’s your camera again, my dear?”

Yuji, who’d been shooting smug looks at you two ever since you’d entered calls out- “Should be uh- on the couch?”

And for a second, there’s a moment of peace.

Only for a second, however, you have to remember that this is the Itadori household that you’re in. 

And Itadori Jin’s voice thunders from outside the kitchen—“Choso Kamo. Itadori Yuji. Get to the TV room this- instant!” A shiver goes down your own spine despite not being called out, and you wondered just what made the sweet man sound this way.

As a group, everyone in the kitchen rushes along with the boys.

Only to find Jin standing with the camera, plugged into the television, and its screen displaying—

Choso pouring a mountain of shots on their very kitchen table.

Jin deadpans, “Choso…can you explain to me what you are doing in this photo?”

Choso squints at the screen, “That’s not me.”

“That’s not you?”

“…Nope.”

“Okay.” Jin replies easily, “How about these?”

Shuffling through the pictures on the camera - and you have to hold in a nervous laugh at the shots upon shots of shots, of Choso’s band playing at the party last night, of all the rambunctious students dancing, of a few smashed vases that was likely no one but Jin’s - and then, finally, he’s stopping on one.

One of you and Choso—dancing.

So close.

Your foreheads pressed together

Smiles only for one another.

In the peripherals of the shot, you could see people starting to whisper and hoot at the two of you, you could see your own friends squealing excitedly at the fact that it’d finally happened. But there seemed to be a strange world of your own there that no one else could quite penetrate. Choso’s eyes were just sparkling.

He giggles, “Heheh, that’s me…”

A/N. Oh this was so funnnn- thought of Yuji as Greg and was like WAIT-

Plagiarism not authorized.

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Incarnate

Masterlist

0. Prologue - You’ve been having dreams of a man whose face you cannot see. All you know is that you love and care for him very, very much.

1. The Mourning Mother Rises - Life isn’t so easy as a new human loyalist living with the Omatikaya. Things get strange as you realize you can suddenly understand Na’vi.

2. The Land of the Remembered - The man from your dreams asks you to attend the clan memorial for those that died in the war against the RDA. In a dream, he walks you through every stage of his life — including how it ended.

3. Eyes to Feel, Hands to See - Neteyam has come back to life, but he doesn’t seem to recognize you at all. Yet another dream pulls you in and the man from your dreams makes a surprising revalation.

4. Once Upon a Dream - The real Neteyam finally expains everything to you. You make powerful allies in the fight to right the grievous wrong committed against him.

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[lushiromi]

✧ he was like “ur so rude” and i literally couldn’t even care less

in which … you’re in a situationship with the jjk men (+ they’re lowk assholes about it) so you finally confront them about your feelings after you ghosted each other — modern! au • part 1

includes: gojo satoru, geto suguru, zen’in naoya (misogyny on his…), higuruma hiromi (boss x assistant), fushiguro megumi, okkotsu yuta, kamo choso

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a/n: omg guys thank you sm for the love on my last smau!!! it was my first ever and i’m happy it got received well (even if i did piss you guys off…..) also some of the texts are #basedontrueevents and some may even be ones i got sent myself ahahahahagag okay anyways tyty 😇💗

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by popular demand: situationship! megumi post

[lushiromi]

☆ i think i’ve lost my mind, but it’s my kind of love

in which…you reflect on the texts depicting your former situationship with your best friend’s friend. [better to understand reading original post, its second part, then this post’s pt 1] • part 1 • original post

includes: college au! megs, a tad suggestive, lowk toxic? dynamic, megumi is very dismissive, you + nobara are childhood bffs

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there’s a stupid repeating mistake ignore that on pic 3

no third part lol i’m tired and i feel like the plot wasn’t good either (bro, read…)

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