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— broken promises

pairing: earth 42 miles x fem!reader

summary: while earth 42 miles comes off a lot tougher than 1610’s based off his cold demeanor and his trauma induced apathy, somewhere under that hard shell, he’s still the sweet boy he used to be and wants love just like anyone else. miles is aged up to 17 in this, simply for the plot! wc: 2,640

contains: spoilers!!! angst, fluff, no smut.

word bank: “mi vida” - my life, “mi amor” - my love

playing now: Wasted Love Freestyle by Jhene Aiko

You and Miles have been dating for 7 months now, and lately he hasn’t been around as much as he’d like to, for obvious reasons. Well, not obvious to you. You still don’t know that Miles is the Prowler, and he’s intent on keeping it that way.

It’s the third time he’s flaked on plans he arranged himself this month, and he can tell you’re beyond tired of it with the way you just blew his phone up.

— Miles POV —

Miles’ phone buzzes in his pocket but he decides against checking it, marking it off as something unimportant. He’s already accepted a job from his Uncle and a distraction wouldn’t do him any good right now.

8:03 PM

Mi Vida: please don’t tell me you’re doing this again bro.

Mi Vida: this is a joke, right?

Mi Vida: hello?? you were supposed to be outside thirty minutes ago.

Mi Vida: Miles Gonzalo Morales I swear to GOD if I don’t hear your motorcycle revving outside in the next five minutes so help me.

*buzz buzz*

Ignored.

*buzz buzz*

*buzz buzz*

He kissed his teeth, lashes fluttering in aggravation and air puffing through his nostrils at the continuous buzzing against his leg. His shoulder fell to the side a bit as he reached down into his pocket to grab his phone while he climbed up the stairwell, following his uncle. Seeing your contact name on his lock screen, his brow raised as he read over the message, then they bunched together in the middle of his forehead incredulously, the tone of your texts causing his strides to falter.

Miles was genuinely confused for a moment, trying to think back on if he’d done anything to upset you, until the memory of him assuring you he wouldn’t do this again slapped him across the face harder than his mom did that one time he’d cursed at her on accident. The two of you had a date planned for tonight, and he swore to you he’d be there this time, fifteen minutes early at that, even though he knew there was a big chance he wouldn’t be able to make it all. It was selfish of him to promise something he couldn’t guarantee, knowing how demanding the other factors in his life were, but he was so tired of disappointing you, and how happy you looked when he told you you guys would finally get to spend some time together really had him thinking he could make it work this time.

Eyes falling shut for a beat, a heavy sigh leaves his lips, tongue darting out to dampen them as he quickly tries to think of something to respond with that won’t piss you off more than you already are.

He texts you back: sorry Mami, something came up yk how it is. i got you tomorrow tho fasho

Yeah. Real smooth.

*buzz buzz*

Mi Vida: yk what, just forget it, Miles.

Damn, she called me by my first name? I definitely fucked up this time. He thinks to himself.

Mi Vida: whoever you’re with is clearly more important to you than what we got goin on, so it’s cool. stay where you at, i’m done

Shit.

His heart beats a little faster in his chest, the sensation a semblance of something he hadn’t felt in years. Fear. He texts back as fast he can, head snapping up to see he’s fallen behind his Uncle, and he hurriedly jumps a few stairs before he comes to a stop again.

Miles: done??? the fuck you mean you done?

You don’t respond fast enough for his liking, so he double texts.

Miles: baby stop playin. you trippin it ain’t even like that at all

Mi Vida: i’m deadass. don’t call my phone.

He utters a string of curses under his breath, alerting his Uncle who had already noticed he was falling behind when he heard the inconsistency of his nephew’s footsteps. He’s ample steps above Miles, turning his head only slightly over his shoulder to address the distracted teenager.

“C’mon man, get off the phone. We got business to tend to. You in or you out?” Aaron asks. “You know I can’t have nobody holdin’ me back.” There’s a hint of something deeper playing within his words, and Miles knows he doesn’t have a choice.

He swallows hard as he looks up at the older man. Taking one last look down at his phone, his jaw clenches in contemplation before he’s shaking his head with a quiet sigh and shoving it back into his pocket. He’ll have to deal with this later.

“My fault. Yeah, I’m in.” He mumbles, doing a quick jog to catch up to the man.

His uncle’s lips quirk into a smirk, a heavy hand coming down to clap Miles’ back and squeeze his shoulder.

“My man. Aight, let’s roll.”

— Your POV —

8:05 PM

You: i’m deadass. don’t call my phone.

You watch closely as the three dots bubble at the bottom left corner of your screen, an indicator that he was typing. But instead, a quiet scoff slips from your mouth when they disappear, your shoulders slumping in disappointment at the word that appears below your last message.

Seen

You angrily toss your phone onto your bed, bottom lip quivering when you catch a glance at yourself in the mirror when you walk by. You’d gotten dressed up all nice just for him, because you knew the chance of him being free for a night to take you out was rare. You’d started your makeup early just to make sure he wouldn’t have to wait outside for you while you finished, and you’d even styled your hair the way you knew he liked. All for nothing.

You kicked your shoes off and dropped your purse to the ground, heading to your bathroom to undo all your work. You washed all the makeup off your face, the act feeling more humiliating than ever when you remembered why you’d even put it on in the first place. To feel pretty for someone who barely even showed up.

You closed your eyes and tried to calm down, hastily reaching back over to check your phone just one more time. Maybe he was thinking of what to say, and that’s why he’d left you on seen.

Seen 25 minutes ago

Maybe not.

You hated crying. And more than anything you were tired of doing it, especially when broken promises were the cause of your wasted tears. Your evening was basically wasted, and you weren’t in the mood to do anything else anyway, so you decided that you’d call it a night and head to bed early. You slipped on some comfy sleep shorts, tying your hair up for the night before grudgingly tugging a large t-shirt over your head. Your brow perked up at the scent that wafted past your nostrils, and pinching the shirt with your forefinger and thumb, you brought the fabric to your nose and immediately caught a whiff of Miles’ cologne. You then realized you’d put on a shirt you stole from him a while back, and the way your heart fluttered made you even more upset than you already were. You brushed it off to the best of your ability and crawled into bed, trying your hardest to keep your sniffling to a minimum as you pulled your blankets over your shoulder.

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As soon as he’d gotten the job done and his Uncle gave him the okay to dip, Miles’ feet were moving at the speed of light down the stairwell. And while he had sort of rushed the plays he made with some of the city’s goons, he just had to pray that all his Uncle’s money was in the banded wad of cash he returned with, or it would be his ass.

Skipping a few steps he hopped down onto the platform before the next set, checking his phone for the time simultaneously.

10:15 PM

“Damn.” He groaned, pushing through the doors, cool wind hitting his face. Once he reached his motorcycle he shoved his helmet over his head, hopped on, and sped off with a “skrrrt”.

He sped through the streets carelessly, something you definitely would’ve scolded him for had you been riding on the back of his bike with him, with your arms tight around his waist to hold on like you always did. He bobbed and weaved through cars, lane splitting between a few of them and he may have even ran a red, but he wasn’t paying enough attention to remember. All he could focus on was that you said you were “done”, whatever the hell that meant, and he was adamant on making sure you weren’t.

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You didn’t know when you’d dozed off, three steady knocks, a fourth one after a pause hitting against your window, resulting in your eyes snapping open at the disruption. You sat up on your mattress, the ball of your hand rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you peered across the room. Once they adjusted in the darkness and you recognized the familiar, lanky body of your boyfriend standing outside on the fire escape, the events of just two hours ago played over in your mind like a record.

With a roll of your eyes, you huffed and swung your legs over the side of your bed, pushing yourself onto your feet. Miles watched as you sleepily trudged over to the window, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, head slightly lowered and tilted to the side, as if he were already apologizing before you’d even made it to him.

Hooking your fingers underneath the edge of your window, with a quiet grunt you pulled it up, effectively lifting the barrier between your bodies. You instantly felt your yearning for him come back full force, and wanted nothing more than to throw yourself into his arms, but you restrained. Your eyes met his, the cool night air breezing into your room, and his heart clenched. Somehow he was able to feel the coolness in your demeanor, yet the cold weather hadn’t bothered him at all.

He was the first to speak.

“Hola, Mami.” He sized you up once, taking notice of your eyes that were slightly puffy from crying.

His voice was like silk to your ears, alluring and confident, almost hypnotizing, and it aggravated you that you felt yourself gravitating towards him off two simple words.

“Why are you here, Miles?” You sighed, arms slapping at your sides in exasperation.

He looked slightly taken aback, chin lifting a bit as if you’d asked something completely outlandish.

“What you mean why I’m here? You my girl, shit, this my crib too.” He shrugged, so nonchalant, as if nothing had happened. You wondered if it had even been him texting you earlier.

“You left me on seen, remember? Stood me up, too?” Your head cocked to the side to match the attitude in your tone, brows raising at him. What excuse would he use this time?

He dragged a hand down his face, exhaling heavily before he spoke up again.

“I was… busy. Look, my bad, okay? You gon’ let me in or what? Ian come all the way over here to stand outside.” He demanded with a gesture towards the opening, his hazel eyes glinting in the moonlight and thawing the ice that’d been temporarily encased around your heart. There was the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips, because he already knew the answer.

Your lips pursed and you stepped to the side, a laggard arm stretched out beside you, silently granting him access to your room.

He stepped through the window frame and you closed it after him, his hands folding around the collar then the hem of his jacket as he adjusted it and turned towards you.

“I can’t keep doing this with you, Miles. It isn’t fair.” You mumbled, hating the way your voice split your words.

His head dipped to the side a bit as he took in your solemn expression and the way your gaze was cast to the floor, as if you were trying to contain your tears. He wasn’t the best at this, he knew that, and showing affection effectively really wasn’t his strong suit. He usually made it up to you by bringing you a few hundreds he’d made from a deal, paired with some roses he’d picked up on the way to your house at the last second— but you both knew paper and flowers wouldn’t fix it this time.

“I’m sorry, I mean it.” He said, reaching for your hand to bring you close and grateful when your eyes finally lifted to lock onto his, although seeing them tear-filled wrapped him in a deep-seated emotion he didn’t even want to acknowledge.

Miles rarely said he was sorry. If ever. Did he apologize? Yes, but it was usually a ‘my bad’ or a ‘my fault’, or some other term that’d get the point across without him have to use too much emotion. Hearing the words ‘I’m sorry’ from him was an anomaly, it happened once in a blue moon, so this time you knew he really meant it. In your heart you knew he meant it, but that didn’t stop the tear you’d been trying to keep at bay from rolling down your cheek.

His thumb caught the tear almost instantly, swiping it from the soft of your skin. It didn’t belong there, and he hated to be the reason why you were crying in the first place.

“Where do you disappear to, Miles?” You sniffled.

He sighed, glancing back over at the window. He considered telling you the truth, but he knew he couldn’t.

“I’m just tryna keep you safe, ma.”

“You always say that!” You squeaked, making sure to keep your voice down, you had technically snuck him in. You ripped your hand from his grasp, turning your face away from him as another tear fell. “Do you not trust me or something? Is that it?”

“Of course I trust you,” His eyebrows knit together at your question and he stole your hand from your side again.

“So why can’t you tell me?” You pleaded, eyes big and glossy.

“I just-“ He paused. “I can’t let you get hurt. The shit I do…” You watched as he hesitated, like even speaking about the subject pained him. “It ain’t good.” He swallowed, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. “And I’ll be damned if I put you in the middle of my shit. I love you… okay?” He moved closer to you, and when you turned from him once again he brought your face right back to his, this time with both his hands. He wasn’t going to let you go, and while Miles was rough around the edges, and seemingly devoid of any emotion other than anger or resentment for the world—he always handled you with care.

“I love you, Y/n, I put that on everything. I’ll burn this whole world down for you, you hear me? Don’t think I won’t.” He stared into your eyes longingly, intent on making sure you didn’t just hear every word, but that you understood them, too.

You couldn’t help but lean into his hand, your own coming up to hold at his wrist as you inhaled shakily and gave him a bleak nod.

That wasn’t enough for him. He needed to hear you say it.

“Do you understand?” He articulated his words, bringing his head down slightly to match your height a bit more.

“I understand.” You said softly, looking up at him through your lashes before your gaze fell to his lips. He took that as his sign, leaning forward and bringing you into a kiss.

You melted into him immediately, like you always did, eyes fluttering closed as your lips moved against his, and as his hands fell to your hips to pull you in closer, like they always did.

You broke the kiss for air, your hand resting on his bicep and your lips ghosting his as you spoke, as you shared the same breath. “I love you too…” You breathed, standing on your toes.

“Good,” You felt him grin before he pulled away, his hand pinching your chin to make you look at him. “Cause you not leaving me, ever. I can’t let no one else have you, Mami, you know that.” He cooed.

You felt heat flush your cheeks, a smile you couldn’t hide finally spreading on your face.

“Yeah yeah, I know.” You answered, chewing at your bottom lip. “Can you stay?” You whispered, eyes shifting between his hopefully as you awaited his answer.

“Ah…” He rubbed at the back of his neck, piping up again before you could get disappointed. “What about your moms?”

“She sleeps in on the weekends, you just gotta be outta here by nine. Please, pa?” You whined, already reaching for his hands.

He chuckled to himself and shook his head slightly, having to look away from the adorable look on your face. He tried to remain in denial of the fact that he was so deep in love with you he could hardly think sometimes, let alone say no, but he was failing. Miserably.

“Of course I’ll stay, mi amor.”

Your expression lit up, a toothy smile brightening your features as he let you lead him to your bed.

He made sure to remove his shoes before he laid down, settling on his back. He extended his arm out to you as he tucked the other behind his head, motioning for you to join him with his fingers.

You crawled into his open embrace, getting comfortable on top of his chest and nuzzling your head under his chin. You began to feel drowsy the second he wrapped his arm around you, a yawn leading your eyes to water. His hand slowly moved from where it was resting on your back, dipping beneath the hem of your shirt, the warmth of his skin against yours comforting to you. His large hand rubbed up and down the expanse of your back, the tips of his fingers drawing lines along your spine— you always fell asleep easier when he did that. You listened to the steady beating of his heart, fingers idly toying with the gold chain he kept around his neck.

“I’m really sorry I ain’t make it tonight. I know you prolly got all pretty for me n’shit… and I wish I got to see it, but that’s on me.” He grumbled. He’d beat himself up over this for a while.

“S’okay.” You say it is, but he knows it’s not. He knows better. “I missed you.” Your quiet voice murmured from below him as you scooted in impossibly closer.

His jaw tensed as he stared up at your ceiling, a deep breath from his diaphragm raising you a little bit with his chest, and lowering you as he released it. “I know.” His response was hushed, and as sleep continued creeping in, you wondered if you’d imagined it.

But when you felt a long, drawn-out kiss press to the top of your head, his hand rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades, you knew it was real. The last thing you heard before you dozed off was his voice, mellow and gentle as he assured you.

“Ima do better, mama. I promise, for real this time.”

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I’d Choose Her (Earth 42 Miles Morales x Spiderwoman!Reader)

Summary: After continuing both you and Miles’ duties as the Prowler and Spider-Woman and keeping everything balanced between you two Miles gets an employer that already has a trap set in stone to trap in the person who he has to kill. All he has to do is commit the murder. But his employer did not tell him who their victim is to prevent any biases the Prowler may have. He did not have any biases except when it came to his lady.

Word Count: 1.8K

WARNINGS: None :)

Author’s Note: I still have Earth 42 Miles brain rot in my brain so here is some more stuff to scratch at that lol

You were laying in Miles’ bed on your phone with Miles’ arms wrapped around your waist with his chest pressed against your back. He was lightly snoring into your neck but you tried your best not to laugh due to his breath tickling your neck. After taking multiple videos of him peacefully asleep you check the time and it is almost 9 at night.

You carefully turn around to face Miles and begin planting light kisses around his face. With each kiss his face contorts and changes until his eyes blink slowly open. His eyes stayed slender and slim as you stared at him until you planted a kiss onto his lips. You pull away a little bit until he comes up to you and kisses you again with a light smile.

“Hola mami.” He said in a lowly raspy voice which always made you weak at the knees.

“Hola mi amor.” You respond with a smile which he returns until he plops his head back onto the pillow, still keeping eye contact with you. “It’s almost 9.” You say.

He groans until he brings you in closer so his face is nuzzled into your chest which caused you to chuckle.

“Come on I have to do patrol and you have that thing with your new employer.” You say as you kiss the top of his braids.

He groans into your chest until he finally sits upright and turns his head back and forth to crack his neck. You stared at his bare toned back for awhile as you laid down and began rubbing his back with your palms and tracing his back muscles with your nails. He relaxed to your touch until you began getting up too.

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fyep

fyep [fj·ɛp̚] vtr. hold in the hand, grasp, grip

Request from @tigermoon3.

The late afternoon sun is just beginning to set, turning from bright yellow to soothing orange, and it streams into the bedroom through the open window, along with a cooling breeze.

I'm exhausted, and so is Neteyam, and we're already in bed even though the sun hasn't yet set. Though it's been a long journey, I want nothing more than to let sleep take me.

But the beautiful orange sun is so bright, even as it fades, and it glows on my closed eyelids.

I turn, and crawl up onto Neteyam, putting my head into the crook of his neck, blocking out the sun with his hulking form.

"Y/N," he protests, sounding like he is just on the verge of sleep, but even as he is annoyed, he slips his arms around my waist, engulfing me in a warm embrace. I fit perfectly here on his chest, my head on his shoulder and my hips barely making it to his belly button.

He holds me tightly, and nuzzles his nose against my cheek. "Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yes," I reply in a quiet murmur, smiling against his skin. "I just want the sun to set."

"If I could force it down any faster, I would."

He says it like a joke, but we both know it's true; if Neteyam could move heaven and earth for me, he would.

With the darkness now provided, and his arms wrapped warmly around me, I feel safe, and sleep finally comes.

mong

mong [m·oŋ] vtr. depend on, rely on, trust for protection

Anonymous Request: I was wondering if you could do a Neteyam x f reader who grew up with/around the Sullys and Jake and Neteyam are protective of her. And then one day she walks into their tent or a gathering and just rushes into Neteyams arms and clings to him they are all worried. Neteyam comforts her and holds her while Jake tries to solve the problem?

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My mother's grip on my upper arm was so tight that I knew it would leave bruises.

"You will do this," she hissed in my ear. "There is no other choice. Don't be foolish."

With much effort, I pulled my arm from her grasp and stumbled back, staring at her, horrified.

Before anyone else could speak, I ran.

--

"Was Y/N hunting today?" Jake Sully asked his eldest son as he and his family sat around a small fire, finishing up cleaning and drying their kills from the day.

"Yes," Neteyam replied.

Jake nodded, wiping off his knife. "You should have gone with her."

Neteyam sighed. He knew his father worried about Y/N, a girl - now woman - his age, and everyone knew why, but no one really said it.

Her parents were... unkind, and that was putting it lightly. He didn't think they'd ever put a hand on her, but even for Na'vi, they were harsh and unforgiving, and not for the sake of raising her right and keeping her safe in a dangerous world.

Just for the sake of being harsh. They didn't seem to like their own daughter very much, which confused the Sullys. She was kind, soft spoken, intelligent, and always supportive to her loved ones. There wasn't anything not to like about her.

Jake had watched her grow up, from a distance at first, and then encouraged his children to be friends with her. She'd latched to them immediately, and eventually to him and his wife as well, becoming almost a part of the family.

It seemed to be getting worse lately, and anytime she wasn't with the Sully family, the worry was there at the back of Jake's mind. He supposed he was really starting to think of her as a third daughter, and having her away from him for long periods of time caused him some anxiety.

He knew his oldest son felt a similar worry for the girl, but for entirely different reasons.

As if summoned by the mention of her name, Y/N burst through the door, causing every Sully head to turn her way. She breezed past everyone and threw herself right into Neteyam's arms, crying loudly, which was very uncharacteristic for her.

Jake jumped up immediately, and Neytiri ran to Neteyam's side, placing her hand on Y/N's back as she sobbed.

"What have they done now?" Jake huffed under his breath, wondering what kind of laws were in place that would allow him to punish her parents for the way they treated this poor, sad girl.

"What is it, child?" Neytiri asked, but Y/N was too upset to speak. Her breaths were coming in shallow gasps, and Neteyam looked to his mother and then his father with wide, panicked eyes.

Kiri joined the three of them on the floor, placing a hand on Y/N's back right next to her mothers. The two women in unison closed their eyes and began taking in deep breaths, low and slow, in and out.

It took a while, but Neteyam felt Y/N doing the same as she clung to him.

"There you go," Neteyam whispered, stroking her hair as she breathed. He had never seen Y/N so much as frown, none the less cry. No matter what she was put through, her dispositioned always remained sunny and calm. Something terrible must have happened.

"Tell us what happened," Neytiri said, and Y/N finally sat up, but Neteyam would not let her out of his arms. She had to turn, settling in his lap, with his arms crossed over her chest.

--

Even though I knew the Sullys had noticed that my parents were different, I had never spoken of it to them. What was the point? I could not change who my parents were. I could only keep my head down, be respectful, and hope to escape when I was older.

And now, I had been offered and escape, and I would rather die than accept it.

"They have... they are forcing me to mate with Marek," I said finally, and Neteyam's arms over my chest tightened, pulling my back into his chest, as Kiri gasped.

I cast my eyes downward, embarrassed at my outburst, and at burdening their family with this - but I didn't know where else to go.

"Marek is awful," Kiri whispered. "He's mean, and cruel, and he's..."

"Just like my father," I whispered, tears pricking at the corner of my eyes again. I looked up to Jake, the man I'd always wished had truly been my father, and the expression on his face was dark and malicious.

"This will not happen. Neteyam, with me, now."

Neteyam frowned, holding me tightly to him, but his father demanded he join him a second time, and they left without so much as a word.

Neytiri and Kiri held me tightly as Lo'ak and Tuk stood nearby, and I wished for the millionth time that I had been born into this family instead.

--

Netyeam and his father returned almost an hour later, very quiet, somewhat relieved and mostly nervous.

When they entered, Neytiri was braiding Y/N's hair while Kiri and Tuk sang softly by the fire. Lo'ak sat nearby, looking oddly out of place.

"Okay, well," Jake said as he entered, spreading his arms to the side. "I think we should give Neteyam and Y/N a little space to talk."

Y/N furrowed her brown. Netytiri squeezed her should and Kiri patted her on the knee before the entire Sully family, minus Neteyam, rose to leave.

Jake approached before he left, and put a hand on her shoulder. "We would never let anyone hurt you, Y/N, and we did what we thought was best to protect you... but nothing is set in stone. You get to decide your path."

Y/N tilted her head to the side, extremely confused and in the dark, but Jake left, leaving just Y/N and Neteyam there.

"Neteyam, tell me what's going on!" she said, and the two of them quickly approached each other, meeting in the middle of the tent.

"My dad and I, we went to speak to your parents and..." Neteyam cleared his throat. "On the way there, I told my father the truth, Y/N. I told him that there were many reasons I want you away from Marek, and your parents. I want you to be safe, and loved, and treated the way you deserve. And I want all this because I... I have been in love with you for a very long time."

Y/N was quiet before him, her face nearly expressionless, extremely hard to read, so Neteyam pressed on.

"We spoke to your parents and we made them an offer. I asked them for your hand. I asked their permission to be your mate."

Remaining stoic, Y/N's expression did not change. Neteyam reached out, taking her hands into his.

"If this is not what you want, you only have to tell me, and we will find a safe place for you. You will have the protection of your Olo'eyktan. Of my family."

Y/N opened her mouth, and then shut it again, and to his great horror, she was crying once more. Soft, quiet tears rolled from her eyes and down her cheeks.

He was prepared to tell her again, she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to do, when she took her hands from his, put them on either side of his face, and pulled his lips to hers.

--

I was frozen as Neteyam spoke. Not only had he saved me from my parents and from Marek, but he had somehow granted me the deepest desire of my heart? A hope that I had never spoken to a single soul?

For years, I had harbored a love for Neteyam, that only grew as we spent more time together.

He was standing before me now, offering me everything I'd ever wanted, and making it clear for the first time in my life, that I had complete control over my own destiny.

Overtaken by relief, gratitude and joy, all I could do was pull him to me in a long overdue kiss.

When I pulled away, Neteyam wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Is that... a yes?" he asked, and I had to laugh.

"Of course it is. And, Neteyam, please know this is not just to escape. I have loved you for a long time. We could have both saved each other some anguish by just admitting that a while ago."

Neteyam pulled me in for a tight hug, and I reveled in how completely safe I felt in his arms. I reveled in the joy of finally becoming a Sully. I reveled in the delight of never having to see my parents again if I didn't want to.

Soon, the tent was full of Neteyam's family once more, cheering, and crying a little, and celebrating.

Jake was the first to pull me into a hug, and he whispered in my ear. "I always knew you were meant to be my daughter, one way or another."

We smiled at each other, and the feeling of calm and safety grew, settling over all of us - and it would never disappear again.

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–TRIAL BY WATER:

Aonung X Reader: Trial By Water

Aonung X Reader: Trial By Water Part 2

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–SECRET FAMILIES:

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–LOVE AND GUESTS:

Aonung X Reader: Love And Guests,   🫡

Love and Guests Part Two, 🫡

Love and Guests Part Three, 🫡

Love and Guests Part Four,

Love and Guests Part Five,🫡

Love and Guests Part Six,

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Neteyam X Reader: Charming Killer

Neteyam X Reader: Charming Killer 2

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Neteyam X Reader: Charming Killer 6

yawnyewla | broken-hearted

summary: the tipani clan, located deeply hidden in the jungle, the people are perhaps the fiercest warriors amongst the extrasolar moon— and you are one of them. you’re an indigenous na’vi, who has recently wedded her best friend, eyturi— but all in one day, everything you’ve ever loved is snatched right out of your hands. on a leisurely flight with your mate, you’re ambushed by the rda, and separated from your ikran and eyturi, causing you to free fall into the jungle below you, right into omatikaya territory; the one place you do not want to be.

pairing: neteyam sully x fem!na’vi reader

warnings: mention of character death, blood, violence, injury, arguing, overall sadness :’( #sorry

note: i’m starting anotha series for y’all <3 u better read it and leave feedback my ego is starving

the bond between a na’vi and their ikran is unlike any other. never to bond with another na’vi, they are like a swapxì- a family member.

to fly is to be free; to be free is to be connected to the all mothers spirit. 

the wind flows through your hair, and the beads that adorn your braids rustle from the gust. you let out an ecstatic laugh, leaning back with your arms extended away from you; mimicking the wings of the bird beneath you. 

your gaze drifts over to your companion soaring beside you, the wide smile on your face mirrors the expression of your mate— eyturi, that is. 

the tipani warrior has been your best friend since the beginning of time. once you both became of age, the na’vi man swooped in to court you before any other man could. resulting in him bonding with you alongside eywa—making him your lifelong mate. 

you have never been happier in your life.

eyturi points at the floating mountain you’re growing closer to. he sends a wink your way as his ikran gains speed to cut in front of you, soaring directly under a waterfall cascading off the island. 

his ikran flaps it’s large striped wings, sending a mist of water directly over your head. the coolness of the liquid chills your heated skin, but you gasp from the shock of it nonetheless. 

your mate peers down at you from above, cackling as he holds his stomach from his laughter. your eyebrows knit in the middle with a determined smirk, “you will pay for that!” your grip tightens on the reins as you fly upwards to him. 

his eyes gawk at your beauty as you ascend in the air, a proud grin on his chiseled face. even knowing you his entire life, your beauty is still extraordinary to him. 

you admire his armor, made from the shell of the mighty txursum, “are you just going to sit there and stare, ma tìyawn?” he questions sassily with the nickname that makes your knees go weak. 

just as you’re about to respond with a witty comeback, something dark emerges from behind one of the islands in the sky. your bloodstream runs cold— the sky demons, they’re here. 

eyturi notices the change in your demeanor, following your gaze to the target that has taken your attention away from him. the sound of the powerful engines of the aircraft grows louder as it barrels toward the both of you. 

“we must fight!” he shouts, “eyturi! it is too dangerous!” you cry out in distress, “we must for our people! for pandora!” he hollers and yips, as he pumps his weapon into the air and takes off toward the gunship. 

you let out a vicious hiss directed at him, “aaah!” frustrated with him from not listening to you. you reach behind your back to slide your bow in front of you before taking off to follow him. 

“yi-yi-yi-yiaah!” you cry out piercingly, eyes squinted menancingly. 

eyturi swoops in upside down over the top of the gunship, taking out the passenger pilot with an arrow. 

his ikran glides down the side of the ship, and disappears behind the side of the mountain to dodge the bullets flying at him. he appears over top of the rocky side, sending another arrow at the sky demon. it hits the one wielding the side gun and pierces the demon right in the chest. 

you soar right on his tail, eyes peering into the inside of the ship as another sky demon replaces the dead one. the gun cocks as it reloads, his finger freely presses against the trigger to send multiple rounds at the two of you.

eyturi circles the plane, dodging one of the engines as the pilots attempts to squash him into the rocky side of a mountain. he’s thrown off guard by the sudden movement, twirling around the ship to the other side. 

you dodge the fire coming from the other side of the ship, twirling and darting through the air frantically.

the ship takes its attention off of you as eyturì bolts beside it with his bow loaded with an arrow. you spin your ikran around to head back and help him, but it’s too late. 

a dreamwalker reloads another round into the gun, the loud click rings in your ears. a devilish smirk is plastered on their face as he the bullets fly right into the chest of eyturì. 

“no! no, no, no!” you cry out in pain as your eyes witness each bullet tear through his torso. his cold eyes trail over to you as he slips off the side of his ikran, breaking the bond with his animal. you let out another heart wrenching shriek as his body tumbles into the jungle below. 

the banshee beneath you whines from your shared pain, screeching and chittering. hot angry tears stream down your cheeks, the droplets smear the red and black war paint drawn onto your skin. 

before you’re able to properly mourn, the ship turns to beeline straight towards you, “come on, keyè! we have to go!” you sob at your banshee. she squaks and darts the opposite way. 

the whirring engines grow closer, and you can hear the shouting of a foreign language coming from demon bird. you drop down under the floating mountains, skimming the tops of the clouds. you swivel your waist to turn around while keeping your knees forward. 

plucking your last arrow from the sack hanging on your shoulder, you notch it into place against the string. sucking in a sharp fearful breath when the gun points downward at you from above. 

it’s now or never— you let out a guttural, bloodcurdling scream as the gun unloads rapid fire shots at you, and the arrow is released from your grip. 

keyè barrel rolls in the sky in order to take the full damage of the bullets to protect you, using her own body as a shield. your throat releases another pained howl as your sister is shot, feeling the burning pain inside of your own chest. 

the banshee releases the bond with you as she plunges toward the ground, “no! keyè!” you cry out after her, scrambling in the air as you free fall 

an explosion lights up the sky above you, sending a wave of heat over your descending body. your eyes stare in shock as the fireball engulfs the side of the mountain, sending shrapnel and debris down to chase you. 

you did it— you hit the engine…

the air whips beside your ears powerfully as your body is helplessly pulled to the ground. you must try your hardest to focus on grabbing the branches, it’s your only hope, but it’s harder than it seems. 

once you pass the treeline, your body is repeatedly striked by splintering wood as you tumble through the branches. your hands scramble to grip onto something to soften your blow, but you’re falling too fast. 

panic ensues when your brain quickly realizes you failed to break the fall. the ground is suddenly closer than it seemed, and your body slams into the ground with a loud crack, landing on your side atop of a log. 

your lungs punch out a pained wheeze, and a raspy sob. your sight fades in and out, but you can see the firey debris barreling towards you. 

with a loud shout, you slide your weak body off the side of the log, landing in a bed of plush grass with another painful thud. it’s a pain you’ve never felt before; it’s blinding, and inconsolable. 

you’re gasping for air as the pain sizzles at your nerve-endings, obliterating your muscles and bones. the debris from the ship lands beside you, barely missing your body— but somehow, you don’t seem to care if you were to be impaled. 

you can feel your consciousness slipping away from you, “eywa… please let me die a warriors death. let me join eyturi…” you manage to shakily murmur before you succumb to the darkness. the grip on the grass loosens as your hands fall limp 

—

“come on! we shouldn’t be out this far! dad is going to have us by our necks!” kiri whines in protest, but still continues to follow her brother and her human friend through the foliage.

“bro, we have to…” lo’ak’s voice fades as he steps a foot over a log. his eyes spot the familiar blue skin of a na’vi laying asleep in the small clearing of grass. you’re surrounded by shards of metal from the gunship that exploded, the one their dad specifically told them to stear clear of.

“dude… is that a na’vi?” spider mumbles from behind him, almost in shock as he looks over his two friends anxiously. 

lo’ak creeps forward slowly until he is fully over the log. the boy approaches your body apprehensively, his head twisting as he examines you, “no lo’ak!” kiri hisses at him, “you have to call it in to dad!” 

the sully boy squats down to your level, leaning forward to get a closer look. he admires the spiked hard-shelled armor that is formed to your shoulder, and travels across your chestpiece. he takes note of the striped paint that is now slightly smeared over your body. 

“i’ve never seen her before. she is definitely not one of us…” one of his hands reach out to press on a point under your jaw to seek out your pulse. 

“wait- she’s alive!” he calls out, his round eyes dart over the two standing off to the side. his other hand rises to his throat, pressing on his comm device to activate it. “dad, we found a girl… not one of us, but she’s hurt.” 

“is she alive?” his father answers, jake sully, the olo’eyktan of the omatikaya clan. 

“barely.” lo’ak huffs as he monitors your breathing. 

“where are you?” jake sully questions with a harsh tone. 

lo’ak shakes his head and takes a deep breath before replying, “just outside of camp… in the forest.. under hallelujah mountains.” lo’ak murmurs, his ears droop when his dad sighs in his ear. from obvious disappointment of lo’ak not listening to his previous orders to stay out of the area.

“wait, father! i’m close to his location, i’ll go.” lo’ak’s older brother, neteyam, joins in on the conversation. 

“alright, boy. go, and bring them all back to camp.” jake mumbles, and the conversation is cut. 

lo’ak’s shoulders slouch in annoyance as he stands up, “neteyam is coming.” he grumbles as he keeps his eyes trained on you.

kiri and spider decide since you’re unconscious, it should be safe enough to join lo’ak in the clearing with your body, “the paint… i’ve never seen anything like it. what clan is she from?”

“i don’t know, but i know she doesn’t look like you guys.” spider laughs almost nervously, and scratches the back of his head. 

kiri is squatted down beside you, one hand perched in the grass between her legs to steady herself. she leans forward, almost nose to nose with you as she admires the art on your skin. 

“and the armor. we don’t have anything like this.” her fingertips gently pokes at one of the spikes protruding from the shoulder plate. 

the loud flaps of a creatures wings stir up the brush of the forest, indicating neteyam has arrived. lo’ak is leaning against the trunk of a tree, crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for his brother to come to the rescue. 

neteyam sully, the eldest of the sully siblings. (otherwise known as the golden boy and the mighty warrior) he swiftly lands the ikran in the vegetation beside the clearing, leaping off of his animal to jaunt over to the others. 

he stops in his tracks as he absorbs the scene in front of him, “for some reason, i didn’t actually think you were being serious.” he stifles a chuckle in his throat as he takes a few steps toward you. 

he leans over, placing his hands on his knees as he analyzes your face, “she’s pretty beaten up. are you sure she is alive?” he asks as he slides himself between you and kiri. 

“yeah, bro. she’s alive. i checked.” lo’ak rolls his eyes, and unsheathes his knife to play with the tip of the blade in his fingers. 

neteyam continues to reach down to seek out your pulse to double-check his brothers work. the faint beating of your heart pumps against his index finger, “alright… okay.” he huffs out as he nervously talks to himself. he bends down fully, experimentally shaking at your shoulder to see if you were somehow just asleep. 

he admires your face for a moment, glancing over your skin and a cut that cuts into your cheekbone and through your eyebrow. you seem as if you’re around his age, so you must have made iknimaya… so where is your ikran?

when he tries for the third time, your eyes continue to stay shut. he decides to pick you up, and he slides an arm under your knees. his other arm supports the back of your neck and shoulders as he hoists you into up with a grunt, “i’m heading back to camp. you guys need to get out of here, we don’t know if there’s any thing else out here.” 

“fine.” lo’ak bites back, and storms away in the direction where he left his ikran. kiri gives neteyam a sympathetic look as she passes him, and spider nervously eyes you in his arms as he follows close to kiri. 

neteyam sighs into the warm air before making his way back to his ikran. the animal chitters softly, which causes your muscles to flinch in his hold. he stops in his tracks to look over your body, making sure you’re really unconscious before climbing onto the saddle. 

once you’re laid in his lap, one of his hands wrap around the leather string of the reins, “come on, let’s go home.” he mumbles to the animal, making its wings expand to take off. the banshee flaps his wings to gain momentum as it ascends into the sky, breaching the tree-line as it travels farther into the blue sky. 

the ikran coasts through the air, drifting around other floating islands as she makes her way back home. 

the feeling of cool air whipping past your face makes you smile, but it’s soon turned into a grimace from the pain that awakens inside of your body. you let out a soft groan as you wiggle against something sturdy, yet still soft underneath you. 

your eyes flutter open, instantaneously blinded by the brightness of the sky. maybe, you’re still falling to your demise, or maybe you’re still riding on keyè… through your blurry vision, a pair of round amber-colored eyes meets yours; a male na’vi, but you can’t make out their identity. is it eyturi?

“it’s okay. i’m going to help you.. stay with me!” his deep voice is soothing to you, but it rings deafeningly in your ears.

with the last bit of your strength, you raise your hand to cup his cheek, “ma muntxatan…” your voice croaks out. 

neteyam freezes from the nickname, shocked to his core. something flutters in his abdomen as he takes in what just happened— you called him your husband, your mate.. he almost catches a smile on your paled lips before the darkness clouds your vision, and your body goes limp in his arms once again. 

“ah shit- come on, tawmi. let’s go! yah!” he shakes the reins, urging the ikran to go faster. 

the high camp is located in a cave system that is only accessible to ikran’s through a crevasse in the rocky floor. the animal lands inside with a loud screech, alarming the people that neteyam has arrived with you. 

his father, the olo’eyktan, is standing off to the side speaking to a group of na’vi before turning his attention to the arrival of his son. 

“neteyam!” he shouts out as he strides over to the boy who is already walking up to him. his eyes look over the badly bruised and cut up body in his arms, “woah… okay. gimme her. we gotta get her to norm.” he opens his arms for neteyam to transfer you over to him. 

you whine in your sleep from the pain of being moved, which makes jake rush off even quicker towards the med bay. 

neteyam strides just as quick on his fathers heels, taking a step back when you’re laid down in an empty cot. “norm! over here!” he calls his friend over who rushes to your side with his modern equipment. 

the sully boy stands off to the side, his worried eyes taking in every little thing. he grimaces at the needle being stuck in the crook of your arm, and watches when medicine is pushed through the tube connected to you. 

jake works on unlatching your constricting armor pieces, which reveals even more deep bruising and cuts. norm is handed a retractable tablet from another na’vi, that opens up into a handheld x-ray machine. he scans over your body once you’re rid of your armor, examining your bones that show up on the screen. 

“her top left ribs are definitely broken, and i don’t see any internal bleeding. she just took a nasty fall. most likely has a concussion…” he puts down the x-ray to open your eyelids and shine a light into them, “but no obvious signs of brain injury.” 

“what can you do for her?” neteyam steps forward, his eyes flitting between his father and norm. 

“wrap it and ice it. give her some pain meds and hope for the best.” norm replies as he glances at jake. 

neteyam sighs in disappointment, wishing there was something else he could do for you; for some reason, there’s a little voice inside of his head urging him to protect you. 

“neteyam, go find your brother and sister. make sure they get home safe, ‘kay? your grandmother is coming, so we got this handled here.” jake shoos his son outside of the medical tent. 

the boys tail flicks out of his frustration and his ears flatten on the side of his head. he doesn’t understand why he is forced to go seek out lo’ak, kiri, and spider. they were the ones stupid enough to not listen, and he knows they’ll make it back on their own. 

the boy huffs and turns on his heel to walk out of the medical area. on the way back to his ikran, neteyam runs into his mother and grandmother walking together towards the tent, “mother!” he calls out and jogs to meet her halfway. 

“oh, neteyam.” she looks over her son for any injury before telling the tsahìk to continue on, “what is this girl that i am hearing about?” 

“lo’ak found her in the forest with kiri and spider,” his mother hisses at that sentence, obviously angry from her youngest son disobeying orders, “i was already scouting nearby, so i went to help him. she’s alive, but barely.” he shakes his head stressfully, running a hand over his face. 

“maitan…” she hushes her son, and places her hands on his shoulders, “who is she?”

“i don’t know. she is from a different clan, but she’s wounded, mother.” neteyam gulps anxiously. 

“your grandmother is a skilled tsahìk, she will heal her in no time-.” neytiri is cut off by a loud guttural scream coming from the med bay. 

neteyam and his mother rush back toward the tent, the sound of crashing metal and screaming worsens as they get closer. 

“hey, hey! calm down! we’re not going to hurt you!” jake sully has his hands up in the air as surrender, his eyes widening as he dodges another flying object aimed at his head. 

“you must calm down! be quiet!” mo’at yells at you from the side of your bed, but her voice falls upon deaf ears. 

“no! you are dreamwalker! a sky demon! get away from me! leave!” your voice screeches loudly as you chuck another item at norm’s avatar, “go! get outta here!” jake screams at his friend, who practically shits his pants and sprints out of the tent past neteyam. 

neteyam and his mother watch from the archway in shock from your feral demeanor. 

you leap up from your spot on the cot, squatting like a rabid animal as your wild eyes search for your weapons, “where am i? where are my things?!” you shriek. 

“bring me back to my people!” you grasp a fallen bowl from the tsahìks healing ritual to use as a weapon. you eyes dart over the people around you, chest heaving with exertion with your arm raised; ready to bash anyone in the head with the stone bowl who dares to come near you. 

then you see him. the bright-eyed boy from your dream, the one who saved you. 

the memories from before whirl back into your brain, sending a wave of nausea over your body, and the adrenaline is sucked from your body. your mate, your ikran… 

your balance falters slightly from your legs trembling under your weight. you topple back onto the bed with a sob, rolling onto your side as you painfully weep, “no, no… eyturi…. keyè…”

everything you have ever known has been torn apart in the span of a few hours— now to you your life is meaningless. why must eywa bring you back to pandora? why couldn’t she grant you a warriors death like you prayed for? 

neteyam watches as his grandmother pricks a sharp object at your skin, which somehow sedates you for the time being. your cries slowly fade away as you’re overtaken by sleep; he will never question the tsahìks ways, but it always confuses him. 

neytiri rushes to her husbands side to make sure jake is okay, checking him over as she angrily scolds him. 

neteyam takes a step inside the chaotically strewn room, minding his step as he weaves through the various pieces of equipment that litter the floor. 

“she is hurting very deeply. she has suffered a great loss, neteyam.” his grandmother softly breathes out as her watchful eyes gaze over your sleeping body. 

“what happened?” he pries slightly, eyeing his grandmother through his peripherals. 

“i do not know, but she is mournful. she needs guidance to seek her lost spirit.” she murmurs. 

neteyam watches how your muscles twitch as you come back to reality. how your nose scrunches up when you softly sniffle, and your body that begins to writhe on the rough fabric of the cot. 

you hiss, weakly baring your sharp fangs at the intimidating na’vi that surround you. then your eyes are back on his. 

the hardened expression on your face softens when you see him, turning glossy as more tears fall from your eyes. 

“i’m the olo’eyktan of omatikaya. i swear to you, that we are only trying to help.” he steps forward with his palms facing you, a sign of peace. 

“om-omatikaya..?” you answer as if you’re confused, “you are toruk makto?” you question with a wince. 

“yes, toruk makto!” jake exclaims with a grin, “that’s me.”

“i must to go back to my people.” you wheeze out as you grasp at your side, pawing at the darkened spot on your ribs. 

“you have to heal yourself first. we can do that here, but we need you to cooperate- to trust us.” jake steps toward you hesitantly. the memory of  how you were throwing things at his head still replays in his mind. 

“how will i trust you if i’m surrounded by dreamwalkers and demons?!” you hiss, which makes you grimace and your breath hitch from the pain. 

“they’re our friends. they’re not bad people.” jake tries to reason with you, but he’s met with an angry growl. 

“the tipani do not trust them. we do not engage in any sort of relationship with them.” your voice grows softer before you let out a hoarse cough. 

“the tipani..” neytiri speaks up as she steps forward, sliding around her husbands back to stand in front of him. 

“your people are great warriors…” her strong voice fades out as her mind works to put everything together— the armor, the paint, and the healed scars that litter your blue skin, “known to be the fiercest hunters.” 

you smile from her words, a genuine grin as your eyes flutter back over to the sully boy in the doorway. neteyam feels his chest heat up from your eyes on his, but he pushes the feelings down just as quick.

your body goes lax as you’re suddenly consumed by sleep, eyes fluttering shut. another symptom of whatever his grandmother pricked at your skin. 

“we must let her rest. everybody leave her here with me, i will take care of her.” mo’at looks over your resting body from beside your bed, but nobody makes any movement to leave.

“now! leave!” her voice demands, making everyone scatter out of the room like mice. 

“neteyam, one moment.” she calls to her grandson, making him stop in his tracks to turn her way.

“i see that she trusts you, more than any of us. once she awakens, you must look after her. to make sure she doesn’t…” her hands motion to the mess in the room, “…do this again.” 

neteyam sharply inhales through his nose and curtly nods at the tsahìk, “of course, grandmother.” 

“good. now go to your parents, i need to finish here.” she pats his upper arm as he passes her. 

neteyam walks out of the hut, glancing back one last time to peer at your sleeping form. the boy sucks in a worried breath before disappearing around the corner. 

his legs take him towards home, to his family’s hut in the middle of the camp. when he nears the entrance, he can hear his parents arguing, but it’s more like a disagreement than anything.

movement over to the side startles him, making him squint at the darkness beside the hut. he spots his siblings off to side eavesdropping, “neteyam!” his little sister tuk whispers harshly and motions with her hand for him to come. 

neteyam’s forehead crinkles in confusion as his eyes dart from his siblings and then to his parents inside. neteyam almost falls to the ground when his father abruptly looks his way, but he rolls to the side out of sight. 

small hands belonging to tuk attempt to help him up as he stands to his feet, “you okay?” kiri whispers from behind the little girl.

“yeah, yeah. i just hope he didn’t see me.” his voice is quiet as he breathes heavily. he boldly peeks around the side of the hut to look inside, only to see his parents are still busy talking to each other. 

“jake! my mother, the tsahìk, knows what she is doing! you should trust her!” neytiri hisses at her husband. 

“honey, i do trust her! it’s just that i don’t think we should be harboring this.. this girl. we should give her back to her people, to her clan! they’re going to come looking for her!” jakes voice raises, making his wife snarl in annoyance. 

“you do not listen!” her strong voice rumbles as she paces, “she is hurt, ma jake! she needs us—the omatikaya…” she speaks more softly to him, “we don’t even know where her clan is. they disappeared when those demons returned.” 

neteyam listens closely to his parents conversation with his eyebrows knitted together. 

he wonders why his father wishes for you to leave; maybe it’s because of your behavior, and how you threw multiple objects at his head. he knows his dad is protective, especially when it comes to his family. 

“let’s find neteyam. see how he feels about it.” he hears his dad speak out his name. his ears flatten and his eyes dart frantically over his siblings, “go, bro! or they’ll find us too!” lo’ak ushers him quietly from behind kiri, before stepping up and pushing him forward into the opening. 

just before jake starts to walk out of the hut, neteyam strides inside like he wasn’t just listening to their conversation. 

“um- everything okay? do i need to leave?” he questions stupidly as he busies himself to rummage for fruit in a basket. 

“yes, maite.. everything is okay. your father just wants to ask you something.” his mother speaks with her arms crossed over her chest, obvious frustration on her features. 

the woman motions with her head for jake to continue.

“your mother and i were talking about the girl your brother found, and i’m not entirely sure if it’s safe to keep her here.” jake stands tall with his hands on his hips, his eyes nervously dart between his wife and son. 

“well, grandmother seems to trust her.” neteyam points out, which makes his mother puff of a small bit of air through her nostrils— almost as if she is amused with his answer. 

her eyes stare daggers into the side of his fathers face, which just makes neteyam mentally laugh, “and she put me in charge of her once she is awake.” he takes a bite of the fruit in his hand.

both of his parents swiftly turn their heads to look at him with wide eyes, “she, what?” his mother is the first to speak. 

“she told me that the girl trusts me or something… i’m not sure.” he trails off as he chews, and crosses his arms over his chest as he looks over his parents. 

“well, if the tsahìk says so…” neytiri sharply eyes jake from her peripherals, “then your duty is to look after her.” neytiri curtly nods at her son, but jake let’s out an exhale. 

“do you think her people will come looking after her? will she put us in danger?” his father continues. 

“it may be a possibility, but she’s hurt, sir. you even saw that. she’s badly injured, and we can’t let one of our own out there by herself in that condition.” neteyam tries to calm his dad’s worries, but it seems to send him into a spiral. 

“do you think she had anything to do with that explosion earlier?” jake continues to ask questions, and neytiri scowls and slaps her hands down on her thighs out of annoyance. 

something clicks in his brain, as if a lightbulb turned on and shined a light over the subject, “yes, possibly… when i was bringing her back here, she said something to me about a mate, and then she passed out… again…” neteyam’s eyes look off to the side as his mind works through every scenario.

“because if she had something to do with it, that means the rda are getting closer to us and-.” jakes rambling is cut off by neteyam’s voice. 

“look… father, i’ll speak to her and see what i can get without upsetting her too much, and whatever i hear i’ll bring directly back to you.” neteyam nods softly, and stands up straighter with his shoulders pushed back. 

“okay, boy. yeah, that’s a good idea.” jake rubs his temples with one of his hands over his forehead, “go get some rest, i’ll go find your siblings. it’s gettin’ late and we all need some sleep…” 

jake takes a step towards the exit, and suddenly the group appears around the corner. all three of them yawn in sync as they shuffle inside as if they weren’t just eavesdropping. neteyam sees right through their facade, trying his hardest not to laugh at them.

tuk walks up to neytiri, while the other two tiredly wave and scurry into the pods that branch off from the main living area. 

neteyam takes that as a cue to head to bed to avoid any more questions from his parents. 

all he can think about is you— how badly wounded you are, and the cuts and bruises that litter your skin. he prays to eywa that his grandmother works her magic to heal you. he feels torn between whether to help heal his father’s mind, or to help you… 

the boy tosses and turns throughout his sleep, unable to find a comfortable position— or maybe it’s just his restless mind. he can’t stop thinking about how the previous events of the day played out, and he can’t stop picturing you in his head. 

he swiftly sits up out of his hammock and presses his feet to the floor; he must go see you. the sully boy silently sneaks out of his pod, and creeps toward the exit. he pushes back the drapes of fabric to duck beneath them, stepping outside. 

he takes a sharp breath of fresh air as he slithers throughout the silent village, but when he grows closer to the med bay he hears muffled sobs. 

neteyam peeks past the entrance, only his eyes visible if you would look his way. the first thing he spots is your back faced towards him, and notices that your entire torso is wrapped in a white bandage. you’ve been stripped of your jewelry and armor; the gauze covers your entire chest, even your breasts. 

his grandmother must’ve sedated you enough to allow norm to wrap you up— he wishes he could have seen your reaction when norm came back, oh to be a fly on the wall. he makes a mental note to ask him about it later. 

the light in the tent is dim, casting a golden hue over your trembling body. his own heart tugs at the sight before him, wishing he could go up and comfort you— but he doesn’t want to scare you. you have obviously been through a lot. 

neteyam takes a step back from the entrance, but runs right into a pile of crates stacked behind him. he attempts to rebalance himself, but his legs trip up and sends him hurtling towards the ground. 

your soft sniffles halt, the sound of the cot squeaks under your weight as you move, “who is there?” your shaky voice calls out. 

the boy sighs loudly, mentally cursing himself for being so clumsy. he pushes himself up from the ground to stand to his feet, his ears droop in embarrassment as he rounds the corner. 

you’re now sat up in the bed, with one arm wrapped around your side, gripping the spot where the pain thumps at your ribs. 

your fierce gaze softens when you see the omatikaya boy, “oh… it’s you.” you breathe out as your eyes examine his stature in front of you, “what are you doing here?” 

neteyam clears his throat and stands awkwardly in the doorway, “i’m just making sure you’re okay, but i seemed to have- uh.. gotten lost back there and tripped.” he admits with a chuckle, and scratches the back of his head as he glances to the side. 

your eyes can’t help but run up the expanse of his lean body when his arm raises, admiring how the skin stretches taught over his chiseled muscles. your eyes are quick to dart away from him when his eyes turn to you. quickly, you lay back down in the bed from your sat up position, letting out a pained breath as you lower your back to the cot.

your eyes stare up at the weaved ceiling, tracing each fiber that interlopes with each other, “i’m fine, but i appreciate you for coming to check on me.” your voice bites back in response. 

he takes a few more hesitant steps toward you until he is an arm length away from the bed. his eyes look over the smeared paint on your skin, and the multiple cuts that seemed to have been stitched intricately.

“do you need anything?” he asks softly, his eyes run down your torso before worriedly settling on your face. 

your eyes shift to stare at him, an unreadable expression on your features. you’re unsure why this boy cares for you so much— you are a stranger, an intruder to the omatikayan people. 

“i wouldn’t mind a blanket…” your soft voice breaks the silence as your eyes refuse to acknowledge your request. 

a grin breaks out on neteyam’s face and he curtly nods.

his round eyes search over the room, before spotting the corner of a brightly colored knit fabric. he scurried over to the other side of the room to pull the blanket out of a container, not caring as the lid tumbles to the floor. 

neteyam hurries back over to you, and your hands outstretch to recieve it. he tsks, and shakes his head, “no, no. you need to rest. let me.” he hushes as he carefully drapes the fabric over your lower half and torso, and tucks it underneath your arms. 

he can see the tip of your tail wiggling underneath, which almost makes him chuckle. “there ya go.” he grin proudly for himself as he looks up at you. 

a soft flit of light flickers over your expression, which fills his chest with hope that you’re warming up to him— but it disappears just as fast, and your eyes return to the ceiling. 

“thanks.” your voice exhales out. 

“of course,” he clears his throat before continuing, “if you need anything else, i’ll be back in the morning.” 

you almost let out a laugh at his words, but you stop yourself. you wonder why is this boy so kind to you; you’ve done nothing, but try to attack his people, and insult everyone in the room. you decide to hum and nod in response, instead of laughing. 

you have absolutely no energy to speak to him, mentally and physically. your thoughts are consumed by memories of eyutiri, keyè, and the events that led to your life falling apart before your eyes. 

neteyam takes your silence as a cue to leave, giving you a soft tight-lipped smile— which you, unfortunately, don’t pay any mind to. he turns on his heel, and ducks under the entrance.

it feels as if his mind is even more clouded than before he decided to check up on you. he assumed coming here would help, but it seemed to do the opposite. 

somehow, neteyam feels even more determined to break down your hard exterior; to make you feel at home, to help you along your healing journey, and to finally get to the roots of what happened to you.

he wants to know everything.

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I See You — Series Masterlist

Summary: You observe the mighty warrior, the famed Toruk Makto, struggling to adjust to his new life in the Metkayina clan. The gentle whisperings of Eywa push you past your comfort to reach out a helping hand, to ease Jake Sully in the only way you can.

You offer to teach him the way of water as the adopted daughter of the Olo'eyktan. The outcast befriends the outsider.

What you don't expect is to find a fierce friend in the grieving heart of Jakesully. Nor could you have predicted how you grow to love each of his children as your own. But as Jake's past brings an unforgiving battle, you abandon all safety to save the Sully family from the ruthless dangers that loom in the darkness.

Pairing: Widowed!Jake Sully & Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Genre/info: this used to be a named reader-insert, but I corrected it to '_____' so you can fill in your name. If there's the name 'emrey' instead of '_____' pls lmk and I will fix it, slow burn romance, strangers to friends to lovers, slight age difference (gap not specified for inclusivity), lots of pining, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, found family, unhealthy amounts of unresolved sexual tension, no smut, suggestive themes, spicy despite no smut (trust me), takes place during atwow & loosely follows the plotline.

WC (Curretly): 47.9K ꕥ Status: unfinished series, ongoing, frequent (weekly/bi-weekly) updates

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a/n ꕥ this is an ongoing series that I've decided to post on here ꨄ tbh I never intended for it to be this long, but it's become very close to my heart. It will be 25 chapters. I hope you all like it and pls pls pls never hesitate to comment and talk to me ꨄ lysm!! originally posted on my ao3.

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1. A Whisper in the Wind

2. Do You Trust Me?

3. Sea Glass

4. Flight

5. No Way Out

6. Drown

7. ‘Eylan

8. As Long as You’re Safe, I’m Okay

9. Castaway Pt. I

10. Castaway Pt. II

11. Instinct

12. Die For You

13. Embers

14. Playing with Fire

15. Coming Soon...

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17. Coming Soon...

18. Coming Soon...

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24. Coming Soon...

25. Epilogue Coming Soon...

a/n ꕥ I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! Never hesitate to comment or talk to me about this fic ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ Sending much love,

maddie ꨄ

I See You — Chapter 4: Flight

Summary: You observe the mighty warrior, the famed Toruk Makto, struggling to adjust to his new life in the Metkayina clan. The gentle whisperings of Eywa push you past your comfort to reach out a helping hand, to ease Jake Sully in the only way you can.

You offer to teach him the way of water as the adopted daughter of the Olo'eyktan. An outcast befriending the outsider.

Pairing: Widowed!Jake Sully & Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Chapter WC: 3.3k | Series Masterlist | Previous | Next | Main Masterlist

Word bank:  'evi - child (affectionate), koakte - woman/old woman, ma evi' - dear child, skxawng - idiot/moron, kä’ärìp - push, seysonìltsan - well done, kuru - neural queue (the long braid the Na'vi have to form tsaheylu), txopu rä’ä si - don't be afraid, irayo - thank you, fäkä - ascend/go up. (pls note that I do not speak fluent Na'vi. My knowledge is limited so if you see an error kindly let me know and I will fix it!)

Tw: light angst (sort of), not beta read, jake being a dilf (lmk if I missed anything)

A/n: hello my lovely friends! I am having a blast writing this series. Thank you for all of your comments and support. They keep me excited to post more and more <3 Things heat up a little bit (in my mind, at least) so prepare yourselves!! I actually had to split what I had in mind for this chapter into two because I got swept up in writing it. The aftermath of this chapter's adventure will be in the next one! I was so excited to post this, so I am sorry for grammatical errors.

The morning sun is hot on your neck. A slight sheen of sweat coats your skin as you finish applying fresh herbs to one of the Awa’atlu’s elders. Iouna cut herself while helping her mate repair their marui that had been damaged in a storm. The wound wasn’t bad. Merely a large scrape along her forearm but upon seeing it undressed and puffy in the sunlight, you pulled her into Ronal’s healing room. She griped about it the whole time. 

“There, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” You stand from your squat to begin returning the herbs on the tray made of driftwood settled against the wall. 

“Quiet, ‘evi (child). I’ll not deal with your chastising.” Her grumpiness is something that never fails to make you smile. 

“You wouldn’t have to deal with it if you had come in for healing as soon as you got hurt, koakte.” (old woman) She huffs, the seashells woven into the ends of her hair clinking together as she shakes her head. “You are all settled but please...” You look back at her as you place the last jar away. “Come back soon to get it checked, okay?” 

“I’ve suffered wounds worse than this.” Her dismissal does nothing to stop the firm glare you give her as you walk to the entrance of the marui. 

You know her words hold truth. Iouna is one of the best hunters you’ve ever witnessed. Her skin is littered with indents and scars. She occasionally delights the young ones with a story of their origin by the fire. Tales of adventure, pain, and fearlessness that had you holding your breath to this day. The woman has seen her fair share of battle. 

“I know you have, Iouna.” The morning light beams onto the crystalline ocean with fervor today. The top of the water reminds you of an assortment of shimmering blue beads. “I care for you out of respect, not pity.” She walks next to you, so tall that you look up at her. 

“I know, ‘evi.” (child) A soft smile paints her features and you mirror the expression. Then, you scour the water in search of the familiar figure you’ve come to know. 

A heavy boulder sinks into your stomach at the sight of Jake. He’s on the water with Tonowari, a similar sight to when you first met him. From here you can see Jake settle onto the tsurak. It writhes beneath his weight, which makes Jake grip the harness to steady himself. This is it. The moment reveals if your lessons have had any effect in helping him master the warrior mount of the Metkayina. 

Water splashes beneath him as he reaches behind for his braid. You can’t tear your eyes from the stretch of muscles on his abdomen that tense as he leans back. It shoots some unknown feeling down the back of your neck, through your belly, and straight to your toes. He makes tsaheylu with the tsurak swiftly before giving a nod to Tonowari. You can practically hear him say, ‘I got this’, before rushing forward in the water. 

“You desire Toruk Makto.” The declaration causes you to flinch, looking up at Iouna in alarm. Her eyes hold the knowledge that dares you to question her, to tell her she’s wrong. You look away from the stormy gaze to the horizon, focusing on nothing as you attempt to find something to say. 

“I-,” you start. 

“Don’t try to deny it, _____. You look at him the way I look at Iwa’te.” Her mate of forty cycles. A kind father and an equally fierce hunter that used to teach you at your younger age. Fangs press into your lower lip at that. Are you truly that obvious about the stirrings in your heart as of late for Jake?

“I… am not sure what to say to that.” Admitting your feelings seems too soon, too final. Then, you’d have to face them. You’d be forced to look at the truth that’s been there from the start. 

You and Jake could never be together.

“You don’t need to. There’s nothing you could say that’d convince me otherwise.” She breathes deeply, adjusting the netted shawl over her shoulders as silence overtakes you both. 

Jake was partially successful. The amber fins of the tsurak rose from the sea in a wobbly but triumphant start. It dove under too fast which made him let go. Almost. 

 “Eywa must think I'm a fool, Iouna.” You can’t help but admit at least this to her. While she does have a prickly temperament, Iouna is not a gossip. Anything you talk about with her is secure. A secret between you both and the ocean. 

“Why, ma ‘evi?” (dear child) Her tone is gentle, a rare occurrence, and your shoulders cave inward. 

“To lead me to Jake to help him, only to yearn for something I cannot have.” The words are like bile in your throat. They burn with every inhale you take. 

“Pity does no one good, especially not when it comes to matters of the heart.” You frown at her but she meets it with a kind smile. “Eywa would not have led you to him without knowing how you’d come to feel.” 

“So she wanted me to desire a Na’vi that I have no chance with?” You’re confused and frustrated. A roiling, angry churning takes over your gut. 

“Chance has nothing to do with it.” Her riddles confuse you, so you turn to face her with a look of utter bewilderment. “Do you not trust Eywa, ‘evi?”

Trust? Of course, you do. You never would’ve approached Jake if you did not trust the Great Mother. “You know I do.” 

“Really? Then why have you resigned to a fate that may never come?” Your ears flick back at that. 

“Are you saying that I’m being irrational for accepting that I cannot be with an already mated Na’vi?” Her tail swishes behind her as if she finds amusement in your squabbling. You cross your arms and look away from the wisdom in her eyes. 

“Already mated?” Iouna lets out a soft laugh. “He might’ve been previously mated, but that does not mean he cannot choose another if he wishes… if Eywa wills it.” 

A commotion steals your attention before you can respond. Loud whooping and yelling from Metkayina warriors. They sing battle cries, lifting spears and hands into the air as Jake glides above and below the ocean on the tsurak. He did it. Pride shudders through you. 

“You would pair well with Toruk Makto.” That causes you to whip your head in her direction, eyes wide as your mouth drops open. 

“Iouna!” you squawk. She bellows out a laugh this time. Your ears fold back at the audacity. 

“Do not give up so easily, _____. Are you not one of the Metkayina's finest warriors?” You cannot do anything but look at her beautiful, aged face. Resignation melts over you. She’s right. But it’s not that simple. 

“That may be true, but it’s more complicated than that. He has children.” You watch him swim around, ears moving forward to catch the last echoes of his victorious laugh. “They are his priority, and I can’t get in the way of that, nor do I want to.”  They are more important. They’re the ones that truly matter. You care for them too much for it to be different. She says nothing for a long moment. Perhaps she has given up this conversation, more willing to leave you with muddled thoughts. 

“That is why you’d make a good addition to their family.” Your eyes stray to your feet and flit over the floor of the marui. “I only say this to encourage you, _____. You know I don’t take pleasure in niceties.” That is the truth. Iouna has never been one to swim around a problem, to avoid confrontation. She’s the first person you all go to for insight and advice. 

“Thank you, koakte.” (old woman) Your tone is light, but you hope your stare portrays how grateful you are to her for noticing what you feel. For pulling you out of your self-doubt. She pats the side of your arm, affectionately rubbing your skin before walking away. 

You’re so lost in thought, drifting your eyes along the glowing horizon that you fail to hear the faint splashing below you. Then, you see him. 

Jake has exchanged the tsurak for an ilu and weaved his way underneath the cropping of marui to the front of where you are standing. He looks up at you from the water, a cunning smile glinting in the light of the day. You would’ve fallen over if it wasn’t for the side of the entrance at your shoulder. 

“Ready to fly, _____?” You don't hide your smile. 

Flying is a lot more intimidating than you thought. So is Jake’s ikran. 

Its hide is similar to the blue of the ocean but speckled with a black pattern and some purple all throughout. Its wings are double the size of your body, upturned and pointed to the sky. The tips are clear and iridescent. What intimidates you the most, however, are its eyes. Two piercing, yellow orbs that cut off what excitement you had and replace it with hesitancy. 

Jake walks up to the ikran and you witness the layers of stress fall off of his face. He reaches out a hand, gliding it over the side of its face down to its neck with a familiarity that eases you. It huffs, tilting its head toward Jake like it's asking for more attention. He lets out a laugh before making tsaheylu with it. You observe its pupils dilate and gulp, digging your toes into the sand to hide the sudden nerves. 

“Hey, don’t be scared. He won’t hurt you.” You glance at the ikran, then back to Jake as if to say, ‘are you sure about that?’. He notices, then smiles. “I won’t let him.’’ 

You step forward, to which the ikran widens its wings and flaps them. The puff of air blows into your face and clinks the beads at your neck. 

“I don’t think he likes me, Jake.” He frowns, halting the movements of his hand over the ikran’s neck. 

“Skxawng (idiot), what are you doing?” Jake chastises the beast, using that low tone you’ve heard him use with Lo’ak and Neteyam. He looks at you again, motioning with his head to walk toward them. “Come here, he’s just showing off.” 

You walk toward them, much slower this time. Jake waits for you with a patient disposition. There’s thumping in your ears and it takes you a moment to realize it's your own heartbeat. The ikran does not move as you near, standing next to him. You vehemently avoid looking into its black pupils. 

“See? I told you I won’t let him hurt you.” Jake rustles around the fastening of the harness and you observe the intricate workmanship with appreciation. Omatikaya weaving is magnificent. “Now, do you want to be in the front or in the back?” 

The question causes your mind to ring. You didn’t think about how the placement would go, nor the intimacy of it. Nerves of a different kind grip you now, and you reach a hand up to fiddle with your necklace while attempting to stay calm. He’s too preoccupied with placing a rider's mask over his ears and forehead to notice. “Uhm, whatever is the safest position, I suppose.” 

He smiles again, this time with mischief. “Front it is then.” Then, he’s walking closer to you. You step back, wide-eyed. 

“What are you doing?” you question. He simply looks down at you. 

“Helping you up.” Your ears flick back, suddenly embarrassed. 

“I think I can get up just fine, Jake.” At that, his smile grows. Heat singes your nape. 

“You sure about that?” He takes a step away, shooting a sly glance at the saddle. “I’m more than happy to help.” You cross your arms, stubbornness overcoming all sensibility in your head. 

“Yes, I’m sure.” He merely steps away, that strange hair above his eyes raising. You discern the look as poorly masked amusement. His tail curls behind him, betraying the fact that he is anxious to see what you’ll do. 

“I got this.” You try to say it in the confident tone he often uses, and his eyes light with recognition at you using his words against him. 

You walk up to the ikran, placing your foot carefully on the part of the harness that juts out. A careful look at the weaving tells you that you are doing it correctly but you’re at a loss for where to place your hands. There’s nothing to grip that you can see from your placement next to the ikran’s neck. A steady, unwavering heat is at your back. You can practically feel Jake’s smile at your fidgeting. So you lay your palms flat, hoping the strength in your arms will be enough as you press up. 

It doesn’t work. 

Your palms slide back down as you land with a huff. The muscles in your leg almost give out at the impact. Two large hands hover over your shoulders, ready to catch you if needed. He says nothing, which you aren’t sure if you’re grateful for or not. Having to sit in your own stubbornness is humbling, to say the least. 

“I–,” you grumble with a huff, “I don’t know where to put my hands.” To prove your point, you lift them slightly. You avoid looking at Jake’s face and glare at the brown cords in front of you. 

“Can I help you, then?” His tone is gentle, not berating. He must know how self-conscious you are. All you can do is nod and not look back. Though, you’re sure he can see your ears fold behind your head in sheepishness. 

“Okay, sweetheart.” You’re hyper-aware of his presence and the warmth of his hands as they rest on each side of you underneath your ribs. “Put everything you got into your leg when I tell you to, then lean forward and lift the other over.” You fear the squeak that would leave your throat if you spoke, so you nod again, palms flat against the ikran’s neck. 

“Kä’ärìp.” (push) He commands, and there’s a steady pressure at your sides. You rise into the air, pressing strength into your leg as the other lifts over. Jake’s hands lower to your hips with a final push as you ungracefully settle atop the ikran.

It’s disorienting, to be sitting on a creature without the flow of water lapping around your legs and waist. There’s nothing to stop your inner thighs from brushing on the roughness of the ikran, or catch you if your strength fails to hold you upright. 

“Seysonìltsan.” (well done) The praise is unexpected. It makes you shy, glancing at him and then looking ahead with a bashful smile. You hardly deserve it considering the way you rejected his help at first, but you cannot think when you feel heat on your thigh. Looking down, you see a large hand resting above your knee. It rubs soft and encouraging pats on your skin. 

Sand feels as if it's coating your throat when you swallow and inhale a staggering breath. He’s choosing to touch you, again. Eywa, give me strength. His hand runs down your calf muscle, feather-light before holding your ankle and moving it off the stirrup. Then, he places his foot on it and mounts the ikran. 

Jake is swift and agile as he settles behind you with little effort. Your feet dangle in the air as his chest engulfs you. The ikran moves suddenly, and your legs adhere to its neck in a slight panic. You’re at a loss for where to plant your hands again and settle them in front of you. Jake is adjusting behind you, inches away. The skin of your lower lip stings from biting it. 

“You need to be closer if you don’t want to fall off mid-flight.” You flounder, unsure of what to do. Scoot closer? Lean back? “Lift your arms for me, _____.” Elbows lift from your side cautiously before he wraps a strong arm around your abdomen and tugs. 

Breath leaves you. Thoughts scramble in your mind at the feel of him pressed completely against you. Jake is larger than you, chin hovering somewhere in the space above your ears. So many things overwhelm you. The security of being tucked against him, the rise and fall of his chest that seems to sync with yours, the feverish haze that clouds your senses. Everything is on fire. 

Strong legs press on the outsides of your smaller ones as he removes his arm from your middle momentarily to grab onto the harness in front of you. 

“Hold on right here the whole time and don’t let go.” You see it, now. A sizable handle that latches onto two thick appendages on the ikran’s head, one of which is joined to Jake’s kuru to form tsaheylu. The handle wasn’t visible from your standpoint on the ground earlier. You place both hands on it, gripping firmly and reeling at how far forward you have to lean to do so. 

“There’s a ridge along its neck where your feet are dangling, try to rest your heels on it.” You hug your ankles to feel along the ikran’s chest. It’s there, and you do as instructed. Strong puffs of air tickle your lower legs as the ikran breathes. “Rest all your weight there when we fly... you’ll have to crouch to compensate for all the movement.” Leaning forward makes much more sense now that you know you’ll be squatting the whole time. 

“Okay, anything else I need to know?” The handle is no doubt imprinted on your palms from how tightly you’re holding on. His arms come around the tops of your shoulder as he grips the harness, too. But there’s not enough space, so he has to hold the outside of your hand in his. The touch grounds you and makes you less nervous to know that his strength is covering yours if you should stumble. 

“Don’t forget to breathe, _____.” His voice sounds deeper this close to your ear. The words reverberate through you. “I can feel your heartbeat… txopu rä’ä si.” (don't be afraid)

Good. He thinks the thumping in your chest is from fear. You prefer him not to know the true reason why. Him. 

“Irayo, Jake.” (thank you) You mean it, you really do. “Fäkä.” (go up/ascend)

A powerful flap of the ikran’s wings and then you are ascending into the air. It’s startling. The weighty pressure of the briny air melts onto your face. Withstanding its onslaught is all you can do for a moment until the jostling stops.

“Open your eyes.” You didn’t realize they were closed, so you do as he says. Your breath is taken away at the sight. 

Glistening, clear water stretches beneath you for an eternity. You look below to find Awa’atlu. Your kin are now dots in the water from the height difference. They are speckled everywhere. The maruis are intricately stacked next to one another, looking strangely beautiful from the sky. Like a woven brown coral reef. You want to crane your neck further behind you, but you’re pressed too tightly to Jake’s abdomen. One glance at the side of his face shows a look that seeps into you like icy water. 

He’s not looking at the horizon, or the sea below, or the sky above. No. Jake is watching you sink it all in. His gaze is ravenous. All you can do in response is let your joy show with a wonderstruck smile. 

He smiles back, and the sight is more breathtaking to you than anything else ever could be. 

A/n: What do you think of Iouna's encouragement? Or Jake's behavior in this chapter? I'd give anything to be nestled close to that man while flying into the sunset lol. Anyways, stay safe & ilysm!

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Another chapter!

Kimetsu no Yaiba: The Stars and Cosmos Arc

Chapter 1: The Journey Begins

“You both are prone to success, you have my support, my love, the strength of our ancestors to guide you along with the lessons you were taught. I know you will make us proud.” A wise woman speaks while grasping the hands of two young women in front of her.

The woman on the left scoffs at the final sentence and the woman next to her furrows her brow in annoyance as well. The older woman before them sighs, with a shake to her head. If she knew her daughters, they did not liked how she phrased the last sentence.

“I know that your father has hurt you both-“

“Hurt isn’t even the word.” The second woman speaks up with a grit to her teeth.

“But, I didn’t just mean myself and him. I mean your siblings and everyone in the village has your back if anything goes wrong on your journey. You girls will be gone an entire year,” their mother pursed her lips to keep them from quivering and squeezed each hand, as a way to have a hold on them for a little bit longer.

“I can only send you off with my prayers for your safe return and a piece of my heart. Do not forget your home, your teachings and most importantly,” she gives them both a pointed look.

“Do not forget yourselves. Take care of one another, protect each other and come and visit when you have the time.” She tells them and her daughters nod their heads.

Their mother, Kaya pulls her daughters to her chest, almost smothering them in a hug. A kiss is placed on each daughter’s head and she slowly releases them.

“You are my twins, one of the many in the brood that looks like me,” this earns a smile from her daughters until Kaya straightens her back as she notices the sun was beginning to set in the distance. It was time.

“Now, you must go and foresee how your talents will help change the world. I love you both and wish for your safe return. Find Sakonji Urokodaki, he will help you on your journey.” Her daughters nod their heads and turn to leave the large home they had grew up in with their extended family. Kaya let’s out a shaky breath as soon as she hears the front door close, the waterworks begin.

Tears fell down her cheeks as Kaya took a deep breath and then stood from her knelt form. Her eyebrows narrow in distain as she looks to her left.

“Still a coward, then? Too afraid to even see your own daughters go off on their own journeys?” She spoke to the looming black figure in the doorway. They shuffle away from Kaya’s sight and the older woman scoffs in disbelief.

“Hmph.” Kaya leaves the room and heads to the kitchen to begin dinner.

Elsewhere~

The sun had finally taken it’s rest for the day and the moon came to sit prettily in the cloudy blue sky.

“Come Aicha. We begin our mission tonight.” Aicha, looks at her sister who is already heading uphill taking out one of the weapons sitting on her hip.

“Yes Amara, tonight we will prove to our family that we are the best of the best.” Aicha says and Amara chuckles with a nod.

“Yes, sister. We’ve always been the best.”

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Ocean Breathes Salty (Sully Family x Daughter! Reader) (12/31/2022)

‘𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪’ 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

Chapter one - The First Bead * stay tuned

Chapter two - Disobeying Orders *stay tuned

Chapter three - Demons * stay tuned

Chapter four - Making the Tough Calls *stay tuned

Chapter five - Exiled *stay tuned

Chapter six - The Way of Water *stay tuned

Chapter seven - Beyond the Reef *stay tuned

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Requests are: OPEN

🌊 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼𝚂 𝙸 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 🌊 Avatar & Avatar: The Way of Water 🌊 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 & 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂 🌊 I write for the following characters: Neteyam

Hellooo can i request for a relationship where the reader is neteyam/loak's twin or just part of sullys family and she died instead of neteyam?

Man o' man. At first, I was REALLY excited to write this; I love writing angst, after all. But then I realized I had to rewatch Neteyam's death scene... yeah, then it wasn't so exciting. BUT I still enjoyed writing this, and I really appreciate you shooting me this request. I hope you like it :) :) PS-- I hope you're happy knowing that I maybe-kinda-sortova cried, haha!! 

Ocean Breathes Salty (Sully Family / Daughter! Reader)

Synopsis: Sully's stick together. This is their biggest weakness... and also their greatest strength. (This story is unedited. Edits will be conducted at a later date.)

All her life, Y/N had caused trouble for her big brother.

It seemed like every other day her father was handing a stern scolding to Neteyam. And most oftentimes it wasn’t even his fault. It was stupid things like sneaking off into the night or digging her nose in places it didn’t belong. No matter what, Neteyam always got roped into it.

“What happened to keepin’ an eye on your sister?”

“You’re her big brother. You are in charge of her.”

“If she gets hurt, it’s on you.”

And despite the fact that this happened again and again and again, Y/N’s heart broke seeing her brother receive the harsh lashing from their father. His ears would flatten and he’s droop his head low, being sure to avoid the man’s gaze. The worst thing was that, right after, Neteyam wouldn’t say anything about it. He’d accept it like the good little soldier his dad expected him to be, and she hated that.

And that didn’t mean that Y/N was safe from their father’s wrath.

“That stunt you pulled back there? Stupid! Jesus, are you want to get yourself killed?”

Y/N mumbled a weak “No sir.”

“You’re grounded. You’re to stay here for the month, tend to the Ikran and wounded. Got it?”

The young girl put her hands behind her back, fidgeting with her fingers. She prayed her dad couldn’t detect her nervous energy.

Jake put a hand on her shoulder. “Got it?” He asked again, this time raising his voice a few notches.

Y/N gave him a curt nod, sparing him a glance before stepping away from him. “Yes sir.”

There were many times where Neteyam took one for the team. It wasn’t just when Y/N got in trouble; Lo’ak was beginning to take after her adventurous, generally reckless behavior (much to their dad’s distaste).

But now, it was Y/N’s turn.

She made sure Lo’ak and Spider had a clear opening before they jumped off the ship and into the slightly fridged water. There was still a RDA Avatar shooting at Neteyam and her as the two cowered closer into a corner of the ship. They were losing their window of escape.

“Okay, you’re turn!” Neteyam shouted over the sound of bullets hitting their safe corner. Y/N shook her head, peeking around the corner to see if any of her shots resulted in a kill. A bullet zoomed past her ear and she shuffled back into her brother.

Y/N watched her brother with wide eyes as he took her hand in his.

She knew that, if they didn’t move now, they’d be dead.

“Move, now!” Neteyam yanked his sister forward, dragging her close behind him as they plunged into the water and to safety.

Something sharp slammed into Y/N’s side. The shock of the impact was enough to cause her to gasp, involuntarily inhaling an alarming amount of water.

One thing Y/N had yet to get used to in their new home was how salty the ocean water was. It stung her eyes and something in her chest. She probably scrapped herself against some lose bits of metal from the ship. The unusual pain was making her chest tight, like someone was sitting on her, her breath threatening to fly out of her mouth at any second.

It was getting increasingly harder to keep afloat, and to make matters worse, the sea water was beginning to fill her lungs. There was a strange metallic taste building up in the back of her throat, too.

She could hear her brothers, Spider, and Tsireya cheering around her. High fives were being thrown around and shouts of celebration bounced off the water, but Y/N couldn’t bring herself to speak. She could haldy bring herself to breathe.

“Y/N?” Lo’ak asked somewhere in front of her.

She tried to look his direction but accidentally sunk down into the water, placing a hand on her chest where it hurt most.

Neteyam grabbed ahold of her before she could sink down any further, putting his hand where hers rested. “She’s been shot!” He shouted.

“Shit!” Lo’ak cursed, calling for his Ilu as everybody swam closer to the weak Y/N, all trying their hardest to keep her head above water. Nobody let go of her as they helped her on top of the sea creature. Uncontrollable coughs overcame the oldest Sully daughter as she was heaved up to rest in her older brother’s arms. He wrapped one arm protectively across her shoulders, holding her close to his chest as he used his other hand to guide his Ilu forward, the other children holding onto the animal’s fins.

“DAD!” Lo’ak cried out as the crew approached a patch of rocks. Out in the distance, Y/N could make out a familiar dark blue Na’vi. The sky was getting darker and flames were flickering an angry orange around her as the Ilu came to a stop. “Dad, it’s Y/N. She got shot.”

Neteyam scooted off the Ilu, requesting Y/N in his grip, The other children gathered around them, making sure none of her limp limbs got scratched by the rock’s jagged surface.

“Oh no,” she heard her dad choke, helping carry his now bloodied daughter to shore while reminded the children to watch for her head.

Y/N was placed gently on the ground before being picked up again by her father, who mumbled a tired curse to himself. He put her back down, reaching for his youngest son, “Pressure! Apply pressure,” and forcing his son to slam his hands onto her wound. She hissed in pain, moving to shove him off, but her father clasped onto both of her hands, rubbing her skin with frantic motions.

Somewhere behind her, Y/N would hear her mother screaming for her, but she was too tired to adnowledge her. “Momma-” she whimpered, hacking even more than a few minutes ago.

Jake cupped her cheeks with his large hands, caressing her skin and whipping away tears she didn’t know she had.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he reassured. His voice was full of gentle sweetness, like the kind you’d give a child when they scraped their knee. Neytiri took her daughter’s hands, her wailing crumbling the young girl’s heart. It hurt almost as much as the bullet wound. “I’m right here baby.”

“D-D-D-DadI’mscared-ughithurts-”

“I know baby, I know, it’s okay. I’m right here.”

Y/N heaved deeper. She looked all around her, looking at the people that had protected her all her life. Her father, the strongest and most stoic man she’d ever known, had tears welling in his eyes. He refused to let them spill in front of her.

Her mother, Neytiri, wasn’t holding back. She screamed for Eywa to keep her child alive, squeezing her hand in a vice-like grip that could shatter bones. Her bottom lip trembled and snot dripped out of her nose, the agony of losing her baby destroying the powerful women.

Lo’ak, her little bother, who refused to meet his sister’s eyes, instead more focused on the crimson staining his skin. His whole body shook, stress and exhaustion making the usually sarcastic and joking boy uncharacteristically quiet.

And Neteyam, who watched from a distance with both hands on top of his head. He paced back and force, tugging lightly at one of the braids in his hair. She’d learned form an early age that it was one of his stressful ticks and hated herself for putting him through that. She wanted to reach out to him, but the entire world was becoming fuzzier by the second.

The cries of her mother were now inaudible.

Y/N tried to look into her father’s bright eyes, but couldn’t find them anymore.

Her chest rose sharply as she forced herself to take gulps of air. The last thing Y/N could hear was her father’s gentle cooing. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, it’s okay sweetie. I’m right here.”

Then there was nothing.

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A scream broke Jake’s desperate words. At his side, his mate grasped ahold of Y/N’s arm, shaking her body. Just a second ago, she was alive, looking at him, breathing the same air he was. Now, her eyes were unfocused. Her face relaxed and her chest fell.

“No no no no…” Jake mumbled, shoving his youngest son to the side as he braced his hands over his daughter’s chest. “Come on,” he repeated, beginning to shove down hard overtop her heart. There was no reaction from Y/N as he counted to himself, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4.

One, two, five, seven minutes went on, and each time, Jake’s pleads became more and more strained, as did his attempts to resuscitate his daughter. “Come on, don’t do this to me. Wake up Y/N. COME ON!” Eventually, he fell back, accepting defeat with an ear-piercing scream. He leaned into his wife, who was now lightly rocking her baby while continue to beg to a god who wouldn’t answer her prays.

Neteyam continued to just watch, sinking to his knees as he numbly stared at his sister’s lifeless body.

The one time. The one time Neteyam couldn’t take the fall for his sister.

He’d failed her.  

murasakibara atsushi x black coded reader (all can read)

request: Hiii I honestly was stalking ur entire page ❤️❤️ I was wondering if u can make a senecio with Muraskibara , this scenario can be like we are watching a movie any of ur choice,then things get a little heated😃👍

#!warnings: vulgar language, sexual intercourse (m x f), vaginal penetration, p in v, some praise, overstim, full nelson position, creampie, cockwarming towards the end — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

afab reader, gender neutral pronouns

word count: 1.2k

note: i’m in my murasakibara bag rn, send me thirsts cause he’s got me in a chokehold:0

tags: @sindinminpin + @tonaken + @misss-chrisss

for as long as you’d known him, atsushi could barely take your attention being on anything other than him. it was as though your very existence was meant strictly for him; to heed his every beck and call despite what you might want. you realized very quickly that his behaviour was akin to that of a small child, in need of constant care or something to keep him busy.

which is why you made every precaution necessary when he suggested binging a show you’d been bringing up—or at least you thought you did. your shelves were stocked up with everything you ever saw him eat or he ever mentioned liking. even your fridge was packed with all he could possibly devour over the course of several hours. for the first few episodes, it seemed to be going according to plan. his array of junk food helped him stay focused on the show and when it didn’t, it kept him busy at the very least.

but there was just no pleasing atsushi.

you blamed yourself for not feeding him in moderation, not that it mattered anyway. he managed to clear your cabinets and fridge in record time before unsurprisingly growing restless in his seat. he sighed audibly a number of times as an attempt to garner your attention, each louder than the last. but it was pointless and he was getting annoyed.

his second attempt was just as unlucky. a large, cold hand snaked its way through the blanket you’d been insistent on putting on the both of you. as soon as he came in contact with your thigh, far warmer much to his pleasure, you were slapping the back of his hand and pushing it away. he made a disapproving sound and slumped in his seat. finally, atsushi decided discretion was not going to yield positive results and large hands grabbed at your waist to pull you onto his lap.

“atsu-“

“m’cold,” he whined while nuzzling his face into your neck. “feel my hands, y/n.”

the shiver that racked through your body when he slipped his hands under your shirt effectively shut you up. he managed to pull you up against his chest, arms secure around your midsection as though you couldn’t possibly get any closer. there was nothing wrong with him holding you for warmth right? totally innocent, right?

wrong. his hands swiftly began fondling their way up to your chest and you couldn’t possibly defend his groping any longer.

“atsushiii, i thought you wanted to watch.” once he saw you’ve stopped the show entirely and turned towards him, he felt as though he had won.

“but it’s boring. can’t i feel on you instead?” he mumbled, nipping the sensitive spot on your neck.

the hitch in your breath only encouraged him as he continued decorating your skin with bites and hickeys. he ground you down on his growing bulge with no intentions to waste time. his fingers fumbled to pull your panties to the side all while freeing his member. before you could protest, though you both knew exactly how this night would end, atsushi effortlessly lifted you up and sat you down on his eager cock.

a whine rips from your throat, his tip prodding against your cervix and you swear you can barely breath. every gasp you take filled with nothing but him, crowding your lungs and your senses. nothing is clear except for the thought of atsushi, lucid amongst muddled matters of little significance.

he’d never been patient and the small amount of kindness he could’ve showed you was already spent allowing you to adjust, regardless of how short that time was. he acquired a bruising hold on your hips which he’d apologize for later on with takeout and aftercare. it was as though you weighed nothing when he lifted you up only to slam you back down on his length. your slick walls were forced to part for his shaft with each thrust, coating him in your juices.

“takin’ me so well,” he gruffed into your ear. “so tight ’n warm.”

your walls clutched around him, your moans became more breathy and high-pitched, and your toes curled; all telltale signs that you’re well on your way to a mind-numbing climax. as if he was purposefully looking to antagonize you, he slithered two fingers between your soft thighs and rubbed tight, maddening circles on your clit. a buzz shot up your abdomen to your throat. you wailed and gripped the blanket as though your life depended on it. and through it all, atsushi is chasing his own high. he isn’t sure he can take much more of your walls convulsing around him, plaguing his body with a weakness and inciting him to prolong the feeling all the same.

with a string of curses falling from his lips, he hooked his arms underneath your knees and pulled them back until they were knocking against your shoulder. his hands cupped the back of your head, forcing you to stretch further than you had before. the ache in your back was nonexistent when he began plowing into you from below. any restraint he possibly had left was no more while he fucked into you with reckless abandon.

a white ring adorned the base of his shaft, a mixture of his essence and your’s as you creamed around him for the nth time. your vision was blurry with tears and your entire body felt as though it’d been set ablaze. atsushi liked testing your limits, seeing how far you’d go before tapping out and begging him to stop. but this time, it was about him and despite you sobbing and the aching of your abused cunt, he needed his fill.

his movements faltered after some time however, hips stuttering with each stroke. his manhood throbbed inside you almost painfully and once you constricted around him again, he knew it was the end. his balls pinched and tightened as you milked him for all his worth and plenty more. he spurted white hot streaks deep inside you, painting your core and claiming you as his all over again. slowly, he thrust in and out of you until there was nothing else he could give you and came to a complete stop.

atsushi kept you sat on his lap and subsequently his cock, basking in the warmth you provided. he rubbed your thighs under the blanket, sure to be sore after he had his way with you, while you laid your head back on his shoulder to catch your breath. he’d shift under you every so often, just to feel you clench against him or hear your intoxicating mewls.

he thumbed at the play button on the remote despite your exhaustion. light, airy kisses were pressed against your neck; nearly causing you to melting into him a second time. whispered words of encouragements and confessions of love lead you to slumber. to be considerate for once, he shuts the tv off and lays the two of you down on the couch while still dormant inside your heat. nevertheless, atsushi begins seeing the appeal of spending hours in front of the tv, and even thinks he’ll start binging shows with you if this is what he has to look forward to.

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Pain

⚠️ Chapter has minor details of a panic attack. I am also sorry I haven't posted in 4 months 💀 half of the time I procrastinated, and the other half I wasn't motivated enough. But I'm back! ⚠️

"You still didn't get anything from her?" Edward, phone on his shoulder, spoke quietly as he moved around the kitchen, hands working fast without mistakes, cracking eggs into the glass bowl.

Alice officially stopped getting visions from you. One minute you're staring blankly at the tv, the next minute its darkness. Complete nothingness. She knew you suffered from past depression thanks to your absent mother, then the slight neglect you got from being the middle child. And don't forget the stress of college. So... she was worried for your mental health, especially from the sudden blackness she got at the wedding.

"No Edward... I haven't. Billy isn't picking up the phone either. Carlisle and I assume two things. He's either ashamed to talk to us, or..." there was a brief pause. Anxiety started to build up in the male's chest as he got nothing but silence from the other end, the slow relaxed beat of his wife's heart keeping him from bursting the glass bowl, spilling the slushed eggs.

"Alice-"

"Just- just enjoy your vacation Edward... you're married now okay? So... focus on her. Focus on Bella." He could hear the fake hope in her voice. There was a slight salty taste to her words. She was bitter, to say the least. She let this whole thing go on for so long. From running away to Alaska to get away from Bella, ignoring your calls... she was so blind trying to validate her brother's feelings, trying to find out about her foggy past, she didn't even think to check on you, to see how you were doing in school, to see if you were okay, she was a bad friend, a horrible friend she can admit.

It's times like this when he wishes he could hear thoughts over the phone. He hated this, he hated what he did to you. He hated that even if he was in love with Bella, he still cared so much about you. He was mentally 17, yet was more mature than most of his peers.. he knew better. So he still blamed himself for letting you get caught up in his game for so long.

He felt bad. You got caught in the illusion. The same illusion he wished his wife fell for, but she so happened to be the one.

And his wife didn't know! Of course, she didn't. Dragged along in the manipulation as well. She thought you and Edward broke up on good terms. That's what she thought up until the wedding night. That made her question who she married, but it wasn't damaging enough to let him go. Edward knew this.

He hated himself for dragging you in this, to keep his human appearance up. Not all of it was fake! He tried to remind himself every night when he watched his wife sleep. It was true. He did start to catch feelings for you. But you weren't her. He didn't have to hide what he was from her. She knew him for him. And you didn't. And he didn't want to think about what you'd think of him when you did find out.

"What? Alice, stop playing right now... finish your sentence." The pixie girl looks over to her father figure, who listened to the call even though the phone was to her ear. He truly didn't know what to do in this case, as much as it pained him, you weren't any of their concern anymore.

He shrugged to his daughter, head empty for the first time in centuries. It was weird... you were like a daughter to him, he considered you family... but Edward was his son, and he couldn't choose you over him. No, he wouldn't choose you over him. Even when his stiff heart told him to do the right thing. which was to apologize to you, face to face for his son's actions.. it was wrong, he knew that.

This whole incident made Carlisle confused. Who was his son? he knew the boy was secretive, and quiet until he was with his true love, Bella. But to pull you along, to... manipulate the whole family into thinking the relationship was genuine, to fill your hopes up with being with his son for a long time?.. He fell right into his son's manipulation. He felt horrible, he couldn't imagine how betrayed you felt.

Who was Edward Masen?

They couldn't cross the border to check on you, nor were you answering their calls. It was clear you wanted nothing to do with them. Alice gulps down venom, a nervous tick she picked up from humans.

"Or," Edward places down the bowl with a hard thud. If his heart wasn't frozen in place, it would be the cause of his heart attack. "He might be planning another funeral, Edward." "Edward?" Alice heard Bella over the phone. "But don't try to think about it too hard. She's okay...Goodbye Edward." Alice was quick to hang up the phone, stone hands now both placed on the dark counter of their home.

"Edward..." Bella repeats, slowly walking towards her husband, dark brown eyes concerned as she watches him stare off into space while the phone loosely hung in his fingers. She took the phone from his hold, her sweet smell wafting near his nose and warm fingers pulling him out of his daze.

"Yeah?" His voice was low, gold eyes meeting hers. Bella knew something was wrong, the next question was did she want to know what happened? Of course, she did. "Something happening?"

The cold one fixes up a smile, lips never pulling back over his teeth. "Alice going on her rant about Rosalie and Emmett... seems like they're going through another bed." This seems to make the other cheeks go red, a blush covering the tips of her ears with a dazed smile. "I guess we're not the only ones having fun this week..." she chuckles, and he follows along.

He was always a good liar.

"Do you know how idiotic that was?! You could've been killed, moron!" You stared up at your little brother with a bored expression, jaw swollen and cold as you laid the frozen peas on them.

Once you got the cold one head between your jaws, with fast movements it placed its hard marble fingers between your jaw, keeping them open until they popped.

You squinted your eyes at him, knowing you couldn't say anything to him as the bone in your jaw was dislocated, about to be popped back in place once the ice numbed it enough.

"Don't even look at me like that! You-ugh!!" He groans, hands curling together frustratingly in front of your face, a way to say he wanted to strangle you. How dare he disrespect me like that? A growl rumbled in your chest as you slapped his hands away from your face. You were about to kick his knees but he moved out of the way.

"Okay okay. Seriously Jacob lay easy on her, it was her first time. You remember your first time. Cocky with the dreadhead?" Sam finally spoke up, an amused smile on his face. You grunted, agreeing to his words, even though you had no idea what they were referring to. Your brother was madder at you than anything, which was understandable, the now-ashed vampire could've ripped your jaw off.

Your brother groaned dramatically in front of your face, now he was annoying. His friends behind the couch laughing at this. "Uh up!" You grunted shut up, throwing the frozen solid bag into his gut, making him groan at your strength. Yup, that was the strength of a grand chief granddaughter.

"You'll pay for that." He pointed at you with a panted breath. Uh oh. You stood up, prepared to get chased, but your brother's long legs got to you faster and push you onto the couch, kneeing you in the stomach and a hand on your upper chest, near your neck.

"Don't break my couch!" Emily screamed in horror as the couch scrapped against the hardwood floors, lifting some of the wax that made the floor shiny. "My floors!" This time it was sam who screamed in horror when the floors he built get scrapped up. You screamed against your brother's palm, four of his fingers digging into your cheek as he snatched your jaw back in place.

A single tear leaves your eye as you glared at him, a whimper leaving your throat once he stepped off of you. "You... bitch." You cursed in pain as you held onto your jaw, chewing down on nothing in an attempt to grow used to the pain, which you did.

"Told you you'd pay," Jacob smirks as you sat up weakly, wiping the tear that fell down your chin. You scoffed, leg extending quickly, making him fall onto his back with a groan.

"Oh... Christ!" He gasped for air, Quil and Paul bursting into laughter as they surround the male rolling the floor. "oh come on, toughen up Jakie poo!" Jared teases as he walks through the door with a grin on his face.

He heard what had happened from the lot thanks to the strong hearing. "Screw off..." your brother scoffs as he gets picked up by Quil. The two of you make eye contact as you slouched back on the couch, he bucked at you but you didn't flinch, the action causing you to roll your eyes.

"What happened to jakie poo?" An unfamiliar voice speaks up before the screen door fully opened, everyone gasps and heads to the person in question as you fished out the box of cigarettes and the cheap white lighter that had your initials on it.

"Embry! Ugh finally! Being with these two make my back itch!" Embry? This catches your attention. Cigarette hanging loosely between your lips, you look back to see everyone surrounding their friend, backs facing you.

"Yeah, I can only imagine with jacobs moping and whining." This makes you grin, your puffy jaw going down in size. You stood up to go greet the other member of the pack, hand coming up to your jaw in hopes that it stops throbbing.

You threw the cig on the couch before walking over to the giants, standing beside Leah and Jared who made no effort in joining the shirtless group hug.

"You wouldn't believe who joined the pack," Quil said with a cheesy grin. You couldn't see it but you knew it was there, it always was. "Another one? Wait, wouldn't that mean another bloodsucker came into town?" His town shifted into one serious.

Oh.

Sam sighed. "Yeah. Our friends are starting to get a little bit bold." He says. You heard some shifting, he probably was switching his leg. "Even then... they may not know we exist, but they know forks is Yellow-eyed territory. They must think they're weak. So they're hunting on this land." Embry says.

"And with the mind reader gone that gives them an advantage," Leah spoke up beside you. "Don't forget future teller." That time it was Jared. This draws attention to the two of you, the boys moving out of the way to officially include you in the conversation, Leah, you, and Jared standing in the middle with an Embry standing in front of the door.

With arms crossed and eyes still boring to the orange oak flooring, you listen to everything being said.

Mind reader, future teller, yellow-eyed, our friends... your stomach felt so queasy, it disgusted you. And your face showed it.

It started to make sense. Small pieces finally connecting, it made you feel so slow, so...hurt... you were so hurt. You thought you were going crazy back at the wedding, but no that was just the surface. The silent communication between the two siblings-were actual conversations! They did that right in front of you! They played you! For a white girl who just moved back into town...

Suddenly everything seems to be going so fast. How long have you been out of this loop? Who exactly did you date from sophomore year up until a few weeks ago?

They're vampires?! For how long?! Did they ever try to kill me??

Did he ever want to kill me?

A breath left your parted lips. You could feel your heartbeat. You placed your now sweaty palm against the worn-down tank top that separated your hand from the fast-beating artery. It felt like when you had a bad trip with weed when you were 13, but worse. Harder and harder, it felt as if it would come out of your mouth.

Ouch. That pain... not only pain but that utter disappointment and disgust you felt for yourself for even letting it happen!

You were so focused on trying not to panic, you didn't even realize how heavy you were breathing, or the familiar vapor that released from your pours when you were stressed. You didn't even notice that you dropped to your knees until Leah grabbed onto your arm to prevent you from hurting yourself.

Jacob's eyes widened, movements fast as he pushed Quil and Seth out of the way to get to you.

"Hey! Hey! If you do this then what was it for?! What was all the training, the pain, that -constant burning for?! Come on you've been doing so well! Y/N listen to me! Calm down and breathe!" You could hear your brother shout, Sam and Leah already down on your sides as your shaking widened eyes glared down at Quils sandals, needing something to focus on or else you'll rip out of your skin.

"Jacob you could be calmer!" Leah spat out, sarcasm on her tongue, but noticing how your steaming arms went up to cover your ears. It was too much. The voices, the smells, their smells. And it was hot, so hot. You felt your breath quickening.

"No... This is more than her losing control. I think she's having a panic attack." Sams's voice was stern. He's seen this before, shit he felt that before. "Paul take Emma out of the house." You wish you could be offended, but you didn't even trust yourself at the moment.

Suddenly you see feet moving. No no no, I need to concentrate. Calm down! Calm. Down.

You take in a shaky breath, it was so sharp you could've choked on it. "Okay, so what do we do?? I can't just let her sit there, it sounds like her heart is about to burst!" "Jacob!, seriously!" Leah whispers yell, irritated by the way the younger lacked common sense. And the yelling! Seriously! "You can! And you will! If you try to help her you might fuck around and end up without an arm. This is not like comforting Bella, Jacob."

This seems to shut you brother's mouth up, the sound of him scoffing and grinding his teeth together making you want to tear your hair out. "Let her handle this by herself. Or else she'll just rely on you every time this happens." The wood creaks as the Alpha stands to his feet, then it was Leah copying him.

How embarrassing could this day get? You thought to yourself. First, it was the mid-air nakedness, now you're sitting here having a midlife crisis in front of all these men.

"I don't think it's working..." it was Seth to speak next. Sad eyes look down at his second sister, shaking and scared. It hurt to watch. "Yeah- maybe we should do something... it's already been a few minutes-" "she'll calm down eventually." Sam cuts off Quil. The young wolf clenched his teeth as he watches you, his best friend, take in deep shallow breaths.

It looked like breathing hurt as your eyebrows stayed pushed together, eyes clenched in pain.

Jacob already sent him myself to a corner, jaw tightly shut as he watched you slouch on your knees. He hated this. If only he took the alpha role when he had the chance. "Embry- just what do you think you're doing?" "Sam- seriously have some empathy. You didn't do this with Leah, so you're letting her go through it? If I lose an arm then screw it, it'll be gone." The floorboards vibrate with each step he took toward you.

This time it was Sam who was lost for words. He couldn't help but feel like a hypocrite.

He watched as Embry stood in front of you, confusion on his face, he's never had to be the one to comfort a newly turned wolf. That was Jared or Jacob's job.

Whatever he'd do, it would be better than just letting you struggle to catch your breath. Sam wasn't the comforting type when it came to his Alpha work. He thinks tough love will make you stronger, to help you get over your fear or pain the fastest.

But in reality, it just makes it harder to come to him for some older brother advice. Maybe Emily could change that.

"Um...we should leave them.." Leah spoke up, clearing her throat and shooting a glare at your brother and then her brother. "and yes I'm talking about you as well." she says, knocking shoulders with sam as she made her way out the front door. Jacob hesitated, and so did Sam, but soon it was just you and Embry in the house.

"well.." Embry gulps down nervously as he stared at the top of your head. This was not what he was expecting when he came back into town. He was expecting his mom's smoked fish and potatoes...not comforting his childhood friend that he hasn't spoken to in a year. The relationship between the two of you was simple. He was jacobs older friend. And being around Jacob meant that he'd be seeing you a lot.

It was always short conversations, nothing deep. As soon as Jacob got the football he stood up quickly, said his byes, and ran outside with his friends to play.

You were the mysterious one out of the siblings, always quiet in your journal or sketching something at the dining table, in your favorite chair in front of the window, so no one could see what you were doing. so when you did show some type of interest in what your brother and his friends were doing, he always tried to make friends with you.

He figured you were just the shy type, so whenever Jacob was changing into play clothes or making himself a snack, he would always try to talk to you. I guess the mysterious side of you always made him... interested in you.

When the two of you got older, things of course changed. He had to stop talking to his none-shifter friends, including you and Jacob. But he always watched you from a distance, watching you smile down at your phone as you talked to your boyfriend.. the yellow-eyed freak.

It seemed like his lack of presence never phased you, and maybe that was a good thing, you had a boyfriend at the time, and well... you were his best friend's older sister. Even though it disgusted him every time you rushed to the phone to answer his call, before knowing he was a vampire and after, Embry still found himself glancing over at you.

Sadly it didn't go well as his mom sent him to a discipline camp. then he didn't see you for a year... didn't get to hug you off for college.

But now he's here, nervous as hell, picking at the skin on his nails as he watched you have a panic attack.

It shouldn't be this hard. Was it because every time his mother asked him what was wrong he forced his mouth shut? couldn't even go to her to get comfort? or was it because every time he thought he was going to go crazy from the hormonal change, he couldn't go to his pack mates because they were either focused on vampires or the one they imprinted on?

Paul with Rachel, Jacob's sister, Quil with Kim's niece, Jared with Kim, and sam with Emily. And don't get him going about Jacob and his obsession with his childhood hood friend who's married to the worst person in the world. At least his situation isn't that bad. He might've been lonely, but he's grateful fate didn't allow him to suffer for the one he loved.

But for now, he doesn't even know what love feels like. He thinks.

"um..." he blinks, before taking in a deep breath and bending down, making sure you had your respect space. This shouldn't be so hard, so why is this so awkward... rolling his eyes, the male tilted his head, in hopes to catch your eyes, but they stayed covered, your hot arms covering your face to feel grounded.

"I know... that this is hard.." he started, staring at the hot pink scrunchy that tangled in your hair, the scrunchy Bella gave to you. "Trust me when I say that... all of this information, swarming your mind, it gets...it gets better... You trusted someone that you truly didn't know..." he clears his throat as you took a sniff, snot threatening to roll down, but you weren't that heartbroken to embarrass yourself like that.

"Okay-okay screw this." He couldn't take the awkward comforting speech. He's going to try his best, in the way he'd want someone to comfort him. Not in a corny rom-com way that's too corny for his taste. "Hey, hey I need you to look at me... Please." Your heart was fast, but it stopped for just a second when you heard the sincerity in his voice.

It was weird getting male attention from someone who wasn't your dad or Jacob. You would say Edward but...we know now that it wasn't sincere.

His beg was a whisper, but from the quietness of the house, it was so clear. You lifted your head, it was slow, and you hesitated. You hated being weak in front of men, yet it's all you've been doing lately.

you took another sniff, before looking the other way, too embarrassed to look into his eyes, which was hypocritical since you hated the lack of eye contact when it came to others. "Hey. You know, this would be easier if you could look at me." His lips twitched in a slight smile, his brown eyes capturing your side profile, noticing how mature your face got in just a year.

it felt like he missed so much.

Rolling your eyes, you wiped off your wet face, and turned your head, with an attitude you could confidently say you got from your mom, you tilted your head and locked eyes with him.

W O O S H.

It was as if we stared into each other's eyes for hours. Our hearts synced together, our souls attaching, impossible for them to separate unless death is our option.

I couldn't see anything but him, yet my vision was clear, I could see anything, everything. it was like the world evolved around us, no one in the universe but Embry and I.

Suddenly I forgot about all of my problems, what was I crying about? why is my heart pacing so fast like a drum? it's been so long since I've felt this stress-free, this problem free.

That's not normal.

"What just happen..." your voice was a mere whisper.. it was as low as it ever was. But he still heard you, of course, he did. Embry wasn't doing any better, he wasn't panicking but he felt like he should've been. Why was it so hard to look away from your eyes?

"I think we just imprinted on each other."

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A Misunderstanding

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You and Steve slept together a couple of weeks ago and, though he said he would, he hasn't called you since. Harsh words from your best friend lead you to accept that he just doesn't want you in that way.

Content Warning: Frat!Steve x Reader, Frat!Sam x Reader (platonic... for the most part), partying, suggestive language, flirting, mention of alcohol and weed, mention of sex, arguing, slut shaming, angst, insecure!reader, self-deprecating thoughts, softie!frat!bucky, hurt/comfort, fluff, kissies.

"You're crazy," Sam says with wide eyes and a dopey grin as he watches you swallow down the shot. "I'm pretty sure that counts as a double."

Shrugging, you smile back at him. "What can I say, Wilson? I'm a pro."

"That, you are," He says, shooting you a wink. "And I've gotta say, baby, I'm proud of you. I wasn't expecting you to actually do it."

"Listen, I'm a simple girl," You tell him as the music booms around you in the dimly lit kitchen. "Someone pours me a shot as kindly as you did, I'm not gonna reject it."

He glances around before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer. "I mean, I gave you a choice, didn't I?"

Remembering his earlier words, you bite your lip. "I can't kiss you, Sam."

"Why not?" He whispers, looking you up and down.

Instinctively, your head turns to the side where you see the reason. Steve fucking Rogers. The asshole that made you think you had a special connection, only to completely ghost you after your one night stand. Though you hate him, you can't kiss one of his best friends. You're not that petty. He's chatting to a couple of girls, and you wonder if he's gonna take any of them home tonight. Asshole.

"I just can't," You say with a shrug.

"Alright, alright, I'll back off," Sam says, before his eyes light up. "Tequila?"

The two of you end up in the middle of the kitchen, sprinkling salt onto the backs of your hands. Once you're done, you hold your hand out to him and he holds his out to yours.

"Ready?" He asks you, to which you nod.

He licks the salt off your hand and you do the same to his, before quickly downing the shots of tequila. With a wince, you slam the shot glass back onto the counter and take the wedge of lime, sucking it for a few seconds. Just as the acidic liquid hits your tongue, Sam pulls the wedge from your mouth and puts it into his own.

"Fuck," You grimace, shaking your head. "Is it pathetic that I'm not used to tequila yet?"

Sam takes out the sucked lime and shakes his head, patting your shoulder. "You'll get there, baby. You'll get there."

After the shots, you and Sam talk for a few more minutes, laughing and dancing to the music. Before you can lean in and suggest you get another drink because it hasn't hit you yet, you feel a hand tightly gripping your arm.

Turning around, you see your best friend. "Hey, Annella!"

She has a stern look in her face as she pulls you backwards. "Come with me."

Frowning, you glance at Sam before turning back to her. "Can I just finish talking to-"

"Come with me, now," She cuts you off with no bit of humor on her features, immediately sobering you.

"Okay," You say, patting Sam's chest. "I guess I have to leave you, Wilson."

He gives you a nod. "I'll find you later."

Annella drags you over to the side, rage in her eyes. "What the heck, Y/N?"

Utterly confused, you take a step back. "What's wrong? What did I do?"

"Why are you flirting with Sam Wilson?" She asks you, clearly infuriated.

"Wha- flirting? I was just talking to him," You insist incredulously, wondering where this came from.

"Oh, please; I'm your best friend, I know when you're flirting," She says with an eye-roll. "Really? In the middle of a party where everyone can see you? With Sam fucking Wilson: the biggest whore on campus?"

"Will you calm down? Sam and I are just friends!" You argue. "And who cares if everyone can see?"

With a huff, Annella folds her arms across her chest. "You're acting like a slut, Y/N."

Her words cut right through you, making your eyes widen. "Why would you say that?" You ask her lowly.

"Because I'm your friend and I care about you," She claims. "I don't want you to flirt with guys like fucking Sam Wilson because I know what people will think!"

"Who cares what people think?" You ask her with a frown. "Sam and I were just having fun. If someone has a problem with that, it doesn't affect me at all and I couldn't care less."

"Are you kidding me? You sound so..." She trails off, shaking her head.

"I sound so what, Annella?" You challenge her with a raised brow.

"Slutty. You sound slutty," She spits with clenched fists, before muttering, "No wonder Steve didn't call you back."

That line hurts you deep.

"How could you say that?" You ask her, utterly shocked.

"He's right there, Y/N, he can see what you're doing," She says with narrow eyes. "He can see you flirting with one of his best friends; of course he doesn't want you!"

A few people around you have noticed that you're arguing, looking at you with odd looks and whispering between themselves. Having had enough of Annella, you storm out of the apartment, making your way outside where you can get some fresh air.

There's a short wall where a few people are smoking near, and you take a seat on it with a sigh. Is Annella right? Did Steve ghost you because he thinks you flirt too much with other people? Namely, his best friend? Does he think you're a slut, too? Oh, God. Did he sleep with you just because he knows you're easy?

"What's on your mind, sugar?" A gentle voice comes from the cold, dark night, like a blanket wrapping around you in the middle of a snowstorm.

You look to the left to see Bucky Barnes standing with a concerned look on his face and a blunt between his fingers. Sniffling, you shake your head. "Nothing."

He sits down next to you, frowning. "Which asshole up there has got you crying, hmm? Point him out to me and I'll break his legs."

"I don't cry over assholes," You claim, though that's clearly a lie.

"Then what's wrong?" He asks you, nudging your shoulder with his. "Wanna smoke?"

"No thanks; I've been drinking," You reply politely, before letting out a sigh. "I had a fight with my friend. She- she said I act like a slut."

"What?" Bucky scoffs, blowing out smoke. "Why did she say that?"

"I wasn't even flirting with Sam, but she thinks I was," You say with a shrug. "I was just doing a couple of shots with him. He even asked me to kiss him and I said no."

"Sam asked you to kiss him?" Bucky repeats with narrow eyes.

"Don't tell Steve," You implore, before your shoulders drop. "Not like he'll care, anyway. And that's what Annella said - she said Steve didn't call me because he must think I'm a slut, too. I don't even care that he didn't call me, I swear. I was just shocked that she said that."

"Well," Bucky begins, processing your words. "She was very wrong. And unkind. I mean, sure you're a slut, but she didn't have to come out and say it-"

"Hey!" You cry, hitting his arm.

"Kidding!" He exclaims, wrapping his arm around you in a tight hug. "Don't pay any attention to her words, alright?"

His comforting embrace makes tears spring into your eyes. "It's just that... Steve was actually really nice to me. No boy has ever been that nice to me. And he was saying things... I guess I'm an idiot for believing him. But he was so sweet and gentle; I thought for sure he'd call me. But he didn't. I'm such an idiot."

"Hey now, don't say that," Bucky scolds you gently, rocking you back and forth. "You're not an idiot."

"He was so nice," You whisper, shaking your head. "And he made me cum like, three times."

"Oh. Okay," Bucky says with wide eyes.

"Three fucking times! Even if it was just one, I'd have been amazed," You admit. "But he gave me three before he even came once!"

"Well, that's our Steve. He's a giver," Bucky says with a grimace. "And for what it's worth, I can say as his best friend that there's no way he thinks anything bad of you."

You cling to his chest, hoping he's right but suspecting that he's only being nice. He's probably had to mend multiple girls' hearts that have been broken by Steve.

Speaking of the devil, Steve himself exits the building to see you and Bucky huddled together on the wall. He walks over when he sees Bucky whispering into your ear and stroking your hair, concerned about your wellbeing.

"Everything okay here?" Steve asks, making you tense up in Bucky's arms.

Bucky turns to him. "Yeah, man."

Steve gives him a nod as if to say, 'You can leave now,' and Bucky promptly stands up before patting your back and walking back towards the building.

Sitting on the wall with his legs on either side, Steve looks down at you. "You okay?" He asks, his voice low and gravelly.

"Mhm," You mumble, hoping you don't do something stupid like cry in front of him.

"I saw Annella yelling at you," He tells you, frowning.

A dry laugh leaves your mouth. "Yeah."

"What about?" He pushes, unable to kill his curiosity.

You shrug, "She thought I was flirting with Sam- which I wasn't."

Steve slowly nods. "She wants Sam to herself, or something?"

"No; she just said it was making me look like a slut," You admit with a mutter. "And she said that's why you-" Stopping mid-sentence, you inwardly curse yourself. Fuck. Why would you say that?

"I what?" He questions, confused.

"No, it's nothing," You insists, giving him a tight-lipped smile.

"I wanna know what she said," Steve says persistently. "That's why I what?"

You look down with dejection. "She said that's why you didn't call me - but I swear, I really don't care that you didn't call me-"

"Y/N-"

"Seriously," You insist, lying through your teeth. "I just mentioned it in passing. She asked if you had called me since we slept together, and I said no - and I don't mind at all that you didn't. You don't owe me anything."

"Y/N," Steve says firmly, shutting you up. "Give me your hand."

You frown. "Which one do you want?"

Your question makes him chuckle and he shakes his head. "Any. Either. Both."

Holding out both hands to him, you watch with confusion as he holds them in his.

Steve takes a deep breath. "I think there's been a misunderstanding."

The phrase makes your entire body cringe as you recoil backwards. You've been rejected before, but you don't think you can take it from him. Not from Steve.

"It really doesn't matter," You insist, trying to pull your hands out of his tight grip but failing miserably. "I wasn't expecting anything, I swear."

"Can I just say what I wanna say?" He asks you, raising a brow.

"Please, Steve, it's fine," You beg, standing up with you hands still being held hostage by him. "We don't have to talk about it and you don't have to explain anything; we can just forget anything ever happened."

"Oh, my God," Steve mumbles, looking up at you. "You are absolutely terrified of me rejecting you."

You feel nauseous. With a shaky breath, you whimper. "Can we just drop this, please?"

"Look at me," He says firmly. "Sit down."

With your heart racing, you reluctantly do as he says. Fuck. Here we go.

"Listen to me, Y/N," Steve says, his voice and eyes softening. "I really, really like you."

You suck in a breath. "But?"

He lets out a gentle chuckle. "Okay, there is a 'but'-"

"Please, let go of me-"

"But it's an absolutely miniscule 'but' and it's entirely fixable!" He claims.

"Steve-"

"You gave me the wrong number."

You stop pulling away. Your face drops. Your brows knit together. "What?"

"I called the number you gave and some old man picked up," Steve tells you. "I figured you gave me the wrong number on purpose because you didn't want me to call you."

"Oh," Is all you can say.

"Yeah," He mumbles, letting go of your hands.

"Oh," You repeat with widening eyes. "So you did try to call me?"

"Yes, I tried to fucking call you," He says with a laugh. "Bucky told me to just DM you but I thought you didn't wanna see me again because of the whole wrong number thing."

"What were you- why were you calling?" You ask him, your voice small.

"I called you the next afternoon," He informs you with a soft smile. "I was gonna ask you if you wanted to check out the Christmas Market with me."

"That sounds nice," You mutter, feeling both foolish and utterly ecstatic. "I would've said yes."

"Yeah?" He nudges your shoulder playfully.

"Absolutely," You insist, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

A smile grows on his lips as he leans even closer in. Slowly, he kisses you, causing flashes of the perfect night you shared to pop up in your mind. You feel gentle explosions of nerves and excitement as he wraps his hand around the back of your neck, stroking the side of your throat with his thumb as you remember all the things his fingers did to you that night.

He pulls away after a few minutes, an accomplished look on his face. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at six. Make sure you're hungry."

Your heart skips a beat at his words, but somehow you remain cool and collected. "Wait, I-"

"See you tomorrow, beautiful," Steve calls out as he gets up and walks away.

Oh, what a night.

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Holometabolous metamorphosis 🦋

Part 2- Thanatosis 🦋-Coming soon

Holometabolous metamorphosis- Also called complete metamorphosis is a form of insect development that involves four stages of life: egg, larva, pupa (cocoon) and adult.

Dark!Mean!Mafia!Biker! Bucky x innocent!victim!Reader

Warnings: Rape, absolutely non con, dark!Bucky, mean!Bucky, Beefy!Bucky, innocent!reader, name calling, manipulation, abuse, bruises (not the kinky kind), dacryphilia, punching, slapping, mentions of blood, heavy angst, reader blames themselves (if you’re getting abused it not your fault), talk of death, allusions to suicide

Nicknames: whore, stupid, dumb

Read this at you own discretion. This is actually one of the darkest things I’ve ever written. I do have a continuation of it so if I finish it I’ll link it.

Surely I am dying. My head pounds as I hold the cover closer to me, hugging his pillow tighter as the rain clatters down, harsh like pebbles being thrown at a window, and the wind picks up outside, howling as gusts in all directions shake the trees. My ears prick at the sound of a branch scratching repeatedly at the window, the grating sound causes my brows to pinch together as I pull at the heavy covers, dragging them over my ear. The dark room is illuminated briefly by the blinding white of lightning. It allows me to see the dreary grey walls, lighter than the current sky which is a deep, dark never ending pit that allows for nothing to exist, the closet door is slightly ajar. It’s freezing, my teeth chatter, I ball my body up further, shrugging my shoulders till they reach the bottom of my ear and squeeze, tighter than I’ve ever squeezed before on the pillow. Bucky. The name flashes in my mind and more tears slip over my nose onto the pillow, I take a deep breath allowing his scent that still clings to the pillow to hijack my lungs- the smell of a warm bonfire bonfire, the leathery smell of his jacket, petrichor, musky magnolia wood and the oil from his motorbike. My thumb caresses the corner of the pillow and the knot in my throat grows painfully tighter, I bite on my lower lip keeping the sob that is trying to escape my chest inside. I let one of my hands drift to the impression of him that remains in my mattress, the outline of his bulky frame. It’s cold, colder than the bitter wind outside. I miss the days when the impression was filled by him, his feverish warmth and his solid, yet soft muscles. I miss the days when I could lean against his chest and hear the steady, strong rhythm of his heart. I miss the days when he’d run his calloused hands over my skin, under the covers, making the shape of stars, hearts or just random squiggles. I miss him so much, his soothing presence.

The world around me rumbles and I gasp. The thunder that follows. It sounds so similar to the engine of his motorcycle when he would rev it outside to tell me he was here, except it was a soft purr. The branch bangs against the window from a sudden bombardment of wind. It’s so lonely without him, when I was with him it felt as if life would never end. Everyday was exciting, but now it was bland. Slowly but surely I had faded away, like a moth, I had been a larva without Bucky, once I was with him I was born from my cocoon and I had found my wings, but just like a moth I was an insignificant little insect. I flew closer and closer to him. My flame. my wings slowly began to tether, my patterns began to fade; with every touch they left me, the awful silky residue clinging to every surface. He burnt me so lovingly. and then I will die. I’m not there yet, but soon…it will be soon. We only live for ninety days after all. At first we’re beautiful, then we become annoying and ugly, and finally we die and just like that we’re forgotten. I’m a silly little moth, clinging to the thing that hurts me most till it kills me. It hurts so much, my chest, my throat and my eyes burn. I’m trying not to cry, but it hurts so much, I just want to sob till snot and spit congeals on my face. Till my eyes are red and puffy. Till I throw up. Maybe if I throw up all the words I want to say to him will go with it, will the thoughts and memories go too? Metamorphosis turned my brain and body to soup, soup seasoned by thoughts of him. It wasn’t the right soup. He didn’t want it, he hated it, he spit in it, he threw the bowl, he smashed the bowl. I’m the bowl. My ribs hurt, the dark branches of bruises blooming up the side of me, he broke some.

The room is illuminated again and I see blood on the pillow from my lip. I throw off the weighty covers, my naked body is kissed by the cold and my skin is pinched softly as it is littered with goosebumps. I throw my legs over the side of the bed, the floorboards groaning as I stumble out into the hallway. I cling desperately to the wall, trying my best to walk as a dull ache radiates through my calves and stinging throbs between my legs, sharp pains jab me as I shuffle like a newborn giraffe towards the glowing warm light of my bathroom. I push the door weakly and am faced with the mirror. Surely I am dying. I wish I was already dead, I want to sink to the floor. I glance over to the dead moths on the yellowed, flakey paint of my windowsill. I want to be a moth, I want the simple little life of a moth. I once thought being with him was freedom, but now I can see, true freedom is death and although I look like death, although I feel like death I am not yet dead.

I run my shaking fingers over the bruise around my eye socket. Flowers of deep purples and black and sickly yellowish green buds climb along my cheek bone. I flinch away from my own touch “Stupid” I mutter to myself as I turn the handle of the tap, a metallic creak accompanies the sputter and cough of water as it forms a steady stream. I gather it in my cupped hands, relishing in the warmth, as warm as his skin. I crane my neck down and throw it at my face, rubbing at my stinging split lip with my pinky. I grab my face towel and dab my face dry, looking again in the mirror. Bruises, bushes of purple and black. Estranged petals adorn my waist from where he grabbed me harshly and held me down. A shudder runs down my spine as I feel the ghost of his hands digging into me, little bloody half moons accompany the bruises.

The sky hit its drum once again, I fell to my knees. My hands meeting the cold tiles, reddish brown stained the grout. I hadn’t cleaned it yet. I crawled straight to bed as soon as he left. I can hear his animalistic growls echo off the walls, growls as he plunged into me holding my legs open painfully wide, my hips threatening to come out of their sockets. He was like a man possessed, I’d never seen his eyes so dark and stormy before, wide and pregnant with malice ready to rain on me. I could smell the whiskey on him as he leaned down demanding I kissed him, I refused. That’s when he punched me and grabbed my jaw in a crushing grip, forcing me to kiss him— it was more than just whiskey; this time he was hammered— regardless of my sobs and incoherent pleading. I don’t know what I was pleading for. Maybe for him to stop, maybe for him to go harder, maybe for him to be kinder… I don’t know. Stupid brain, stupid idiot. ‘Stupid’ is what he called me. A ‘dumb whore’, a ‘hole to fuck’ as he snapped his hips chasing his release, unbothered if he pleased me or not. He slapped my face, his ring catching on my lip and tearing it open. He yanked my hair brutally from the root, one of his many rings scraping my scalp sending a white hot throb through my nerves. He demanded that I cry harder, the harder I cried the quicker this would go and the harder his dick would get is what he said. He was hard enough, as his thick cock tore through me slick with blood. Bucky had always been a loose cannon, but usually he directed it towards beating up men who owed him money or waging war on rival gangs. But today he wanted to take it out on me, all he wanted was sex but when I didn’t want to; he decided he was bored with me, my wings were ugly and tattered, but he wanted them, he wanted my freedom so he took it. He burnt my wings off. He raped me. He wouldn’t stop. I wish he just killed me with one of his prized knives. My winter soldier, my flame, my demise.

I hugged myself despite the pain, rocking back and forth on the tiled floor. He’s never coming back. I'm gonna die. I'm dying without him. I need him, he burns me so sweetly. Bucky Bucky Bucky. The chant of his name fills my head as I curl up on the floor like an abandoned animal, like the moth on my windowsill. Surely I am dying.

you love when I fall apart

— bucky barnes x steve rogers x maid! reader

summary || Your employers give you an unexpected offer when you’re caught doing something you shouldn’t.

warnings || smut. threesome. mean dom! bucky. gentle dom! steve. dom/sub dynamics. double penetration. daddy kink. sir kink. vaginal sex. anal sex. oral sex. fingering. rimming. blowjob. degradation. praise kink. choking. dacryphilia. hair pulling. voyeurism. exhibitionism. petnames (bunny, doll). possessive bucky. mean bucky. possessive steve. sweet steve. filthy bucky. dirty talk. lots of sexual tension. horny thots. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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You pressed your hand against your mouth so as to stop a little whimper from escaping your lips. The duster had slipped from your hand and was now long forgotten on the floor. Your eyes were wide as you took in the glorious sight in front of you.

You knew you should be looking away; it was wrong to openly stare. But you couldn’t. The view before you was enchanting and you were so hypnotised by it that found yourself incapable of looking away. You nearly even forgot to blink as you drank the scene enfolding before you.

Looking through the little open slit in the door, you saw the way Steve and Bucky pressed against each other. The flow of their body as they kissed and nipped was too engrossing to look away. They looked so beautiful together that you thought you might disrespect them by taking your eyes off.

Both of them were panting and smiling as they undressed each other. You traced every inch of their skin with your eyes and your hands ached to to touch them. Gladly, the hand over your mouth muffled your gasps when Steve took off his shirt and your eyes were met with rippling muscles and hard abs.

Seeing the former Captain America partially naked was tingling your core and you rubbed your thighs together to alleviate some pressure. Bucky followed next, and though you had seen his torso many times before as the former assassin usually walked around the house in just sweatpants, you still felt your mouth go dry.

It was public knowledge that both Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes had left their profession and were now living their best lives in retirement. These two owned a cozy brownstone home and you were one of the three housekeepers who worked here. Unlike many of your other clients, these two weren’t rude or disrespectful.

Rather they were kind and understanding. While Bucky was a little aloof, Steve always checked up on you when you came to work. These two weren’t just cute, they were irresistibly hot. You always had a crush on both of them right from before, but after working for them, it only amplified.

But you were just a housekeeper and those two were avengers. So you took all the secret glances you could and kept your thoughts to yourself. But watching these two passionately make out was crossing the boundaries of professionalism.

You were about to turn around and start cleaning the place as you were supposed to, but then Steve’s hand disappeared in Bucky’s pants and he let out a strained groan. You could see the tent in Bucky’s slacks as Steve rubbed his length and your mouth salivated thinking of all the possibilities.

But then suddenly their ministrations came to an abrupt stop and your eyes snapped up to see them staring right back at you. You were caught. You gulped nervously as shame filled your senses. Overcome with guilt, you wanted to run away, but you were too afraid to do that either.

You were shaking like a leaf with fear and trepidation as they approached you like a prey caught in a trap. Their eyes were sharp and their faces held an unreadable expression. You were sure that they were going to fire you and complain about your indiscretions to your higher ups so that you didn’t get any other job.

Your eyes were clouded with tears and a stray tear slipped down your cheek when Bucky walked too close to you. You flinched when he raised his hand to your face, but when he tenderly placed it on your cheek and and wiped off the tear, you let out a moan like a wounded animal.

“Do you wanna join us?”

Your mouth fell open when you heard Bucky’s question. You hadn’t ever thought that Bucky would ever say something like this. He was most likely toying with you. Pulling a prank on you only to laugh on your face. “N.. No…” you stammered.

“Oh doll, you don’t have to lie. We know.” His tone was purely condescending and you hope this earth would crack and swallow you at the moment. You were beyond embarrassed and guilty and the only thing that came to your mind was to apologise. “I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t….”

“Shhh…. Calm down. Though we like seeing you flustered, don’t we?” He looked at Steve who was openly smirking at you. These two didn’t look angry, at all. Instead their eyes were dark until only a thin ring of lustrous blue remained.

“What?” Your voice was barely above a whisper but the super soldiers heard it well enough to chuckle at your expense. “Did you really think we wouldn’t notice? The way you shamelessly eye fuck us?” Bucky’s eyes were peering into you as if he wanted to see straight into your soul.

Your head wasn’t able to process what was happening and you found yourself at the lack of words. “Bucky! You’re scaring her.” Steve reprimanded. You sucked in a breath when Bucky leaned a little back. “Look bunny, I’ll be straightforward. We want you just as much as you want us.”

This wasn’t real. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you feared that it would burst past your ribs like in the cartoons. These two exquisite men wouldn’t possibly want you, right? Steve’s face was genuine and he wasn’t a man to lie, but you still couldn’t believe it. “Is this a prank?”

Both of them laughed at your question, but they weren’t mocking you. Instead they looked genuinely amused at your innocence. Steve placed his hands on your arms and his palms looked so much bigger on you. “This is not a joke. We are serious. Do you wanna join us? We promise we’ll show you a fun time.”

You must be dreaming, because there was no chance this was happening. But feeling the body heat radiating from both of them made you realise that this was very much real. This was once in a lifetime offer, and you weren’t a fool to let this go.

“Yes.” You said with a small smile on your lips. “Good. This is what we wanted too.” Bucky sighed as he pulled you inside the bedroom and locked the door. The house was empty except you three yet this act felt very private. Standing between the four walls of the room, surrounded by two super soldiers, everything felt surreal for you.

“Relax for us bunny. We’ll take good care of you.” Steve’s voice was deeper than usual as he whispered into your ear from behind and you closed your eyes as you relished in the baritone. Steve calling you bunny in his raspy voice was making your tummy flutter.

Goosebumps travelled down your flesh when Bucky placed his metal fingers on your chin and made you look up at him. There was no warning before Bucky’s lips descended upon yours. The kiss was rough and passionate and you feared your legs would give out from under you.

You closed your eyes and swayed on his rhythm as Bucky passionately explored your mouth with his hot tongue. You moaned in the kiss when you felt Steve’s hands exploring your body, squeezing and kneading your soft curves. “You’re so pretty bunny. Did you know how difficult it was to keep my hands to myself everytime you bent down?”

Your cheeks heated up at Steve’s compliments and his wandering hands. On the other hand, you were breathless by the time Bucky parted from your mouth. He just scoffed at Steve, “Of course Stevie found you irresistible, the way you kept showing off that ass like a whore.”

You gaped like a fish at Bucky’s words and yet you couldn’t deny the wetness that formed between your legs. The contrast between Steve’s sweet praise and Bucky’s harsh words was giving you a whiplash, it was a mix of ice and fire that you didn’t knew you needed, but now that you had tasted it, you didn’t want to let go.

Bucky started unbuttoning your slacks while Steve went for your shirt. Trapped between the two, you just moved around the way they shifted you and it didn’t take much time for them to undress you with deft fingers. You squirmed under their hungry gazes as they drank in your naked form.

“I can’t wait.” You squealed when Bucky picked you up and unceremoniously dropped you down on the bed. You got up on your hands to watch with wide eyes as Steve and Bucky pulled down their pants and boxers.

“Fuck.” Was the only suitable word that spilled out of your mouth when you saw their bodies. It felt as if you were heaven and looking at some gods. Their physique was unlike any you had seen, hard corded muscles and battered with battle scars. You wanted to run your hands and tongue over ridge of their body and you wiggled with excitement as you were about to do just that.

Their hard lengths stood proud and you couldn’t take your eyes off it. Both of their cocks were suiting their super soldier status. Steve’s length was a little longer, while Bucky was thicker. And both of them made you salivate with anticipation.

“Spread your legs baby doll.” Bucky demanded as he situated himself on the bed. Hesitantly, you spread your legs, suddenly conscious of yourself. But your worries we’re out at rest when Bucky’s licked his lips and Steve said, “You’re so beautiful bunny. Just like I knew you would be.”

Everything next happened in the blink of an eye, Bucky flipped you over on the bed until you were on your stomach while Steve situated himself between your legs. You got up on your hands and knees as Bucky came in front of you.

You spluttered when Bucky weaved his flesh hand through your hair and while his metal palm curled around your neck. You had always imagined him doing filthy things to you with his metal arm, but the reality was still making you shiver with arousal.

“You’re gonna be a good girl, aren’t you?” Bucky’s voice was octaves lower and you nodded as much as you could in this position. “I need words doll.” Bucky reprimanded and you gulped. “Yes..” you could feel Bucky’s hand around your throat as you spoke.

But still Bucky clicked his tongue. “You’ll address me as daddy the next time you open your mouth, is that clear?” You nearly went cross eyed as his command and licked your dry lips. This was wilder than your fantasies and you were loving every second of it. “Yes daddy.”

“Good girl. And you can call me sir.” Steve chimed in from behind you. His thick arms curved around your thighs and spread them further apart and you gasped when you felt his hot breath on your already heated cunt. “Yes sir.”

“Just say Brooklyn or tap three times and we will stop. If you don’t like something, don’t hesitate to tell us.” Steve was using his well known captain voice and you loved how they cared for you in their own way. “Yes sir.”

You moaned out when Steve started eating you out like a starved man. Lost in the pleasure of his tongue skilfully lapping at your folds, you let out a little scream when Bucky’s hand tightened around your neck. “My cock ain’t gonna suck itself. Be a good whore and make it wet.”

Before you could say anything ahead, Bucky thrust his cock into your open mouth. Your lips stretched around his girthy cock and your mouth was filled to the brim. Bucky didn’t give you any breather as he began thrusting inside your mouth, though he was slow, it still felt too much.

You body was writhing as it was trapped between Steve lapping up your slick and Bucky fucking your mouth. You keened when Steve sucked around your clit as his tongue flicked it and Bucky groaned as the vibrations travelled up his spine. “You’re such a good cocksucker. If I knew it I would’ve done this much sooner.”

Your brain was getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen as Bucky’s cock was hitting the back of your throat and every minute sensation was getting doubled down. Steve’s tongue was fucking your clenching hole skilfully as his thumb rubbed tight circles around your bundle of nerves.

You knew you were going to cum, but still your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your nerves sizzled as indescribable pleasure flowed through your veins. You could hear the praises and grunt of Steve and Bucky, and it only made you shake even harder.

You didn’t realise you were crying until you heard Bucky mock you. “Can’t even take my cock without crying. I wonder what is going to happen when she takes both of us.” Bucky still hadn’t stopped pumping into your mouth, though he was at a much leisure pace now.

You knew you looked like a terrible mess with tears running down your face and spit slobbering down your chin, but with the look in Bucky’s eyes, you knew he was getting off on it. You hips were still twitching as Steve hadn’t stopped and whenever you tried speaking anything, Bucky only groaned as you moaned against his cock.

Your body froze when you felt Steve’s tongue dip in your ass. He circled the tight ring of muscles with his tongue until they were lax. You hadn’t ever done this before, and yet you loved it so much that you began grinding your face over Steve. This action didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky, “Look at this whore. I bet she’s gonna love it when I fuck her ass open.”

The way he was talking to Steve as if you didn’t exist was making you quake in your core. “Yeah. She’s gonna take our cocks like a good girl. Aren’t you, bunny?” Steve parted for a minute as he spoke. You tried nodding your head and that was probably enough for them.

You sucked in a deep breath when Bucky pulled out of your mouth. Your throat was raw and yet you loved the sensation of the lingering pain. “Oh fuck..!” You gasped throatily when you not just heard but felt Steve’s warm spit land on your tight hole.

You nearly melted in the bed when both of them parted from you. You were very much aware that they were changing their positions but you were too tired to move. This time Bucky came up behind you and placed his metal arm on your shoulder blades to keep you down while Steve kneeled at your side.

Two of Bucky’s warm fingers circled your tight hole while Steve searched for something in their bedside table. Your eyes dimly saw it was lube and you relaxed a little. Bucky squeezed a glob of lube directly on your asshole and pressed his middle finger inside.

You clutched the bed covers with your fingers tightly and your body clenched down hard. “Relax. Don’t clench down or you’ll hurt yourself.” Steve’s voice was soothing as he gently petted your head. You relaxed when you felt his pouty lips kiss down your cheeks.

After making sure you were comfortable with one finger, Bucky added another. Steve kept petting your head with one hand while with the other he kept jerking himself slowly, as if just to alleviate pressure than to reach an end. Bucky’s hold was tight and it kept you from squirming.

Steve stopped stroking himself and you jerked in Bucky’s hold when you felt Steve’s fingers circle your throbbing clit. “Please..” you cried out as you felt yourself approach another shattering orgasm. “A little more bunny and then you can cum.” Steve whispered.

Soon, two fingers turned to three and the stretch at your hole was delicious. Bucky was precise and made sure you were comfortable and not hurt in the slightest. Both of their fingers constantly playing with your holes and clit was too much and you began sobbing. “Please.. please let me cum!”

“Go on. Cum for us baby doll.” Bucky’s hand tightened on your shoulder as he pressed you into the bed. Your entire body trembled with the intensity of the mind shattering orgasm. Everything in this world stopped existing for that one precious second as you just floated on the cloud of bliss.

You were nearly boneless and slack when they manhandled you to sit on Steve’s lap with Bucky behind you. Steve was sitting with his back pressed against the headboard with you straddling his lap. You weakly kept your hands on Steve’s shoulders as you adjusted yourself. “Are you good bunny?” Steve asked and you nodded your head.

“We need words babydoll.” Bucky rubbed his hands along your body to calm you down a little. “Yes daddy. I’m good. Thanks for asking, sir.” You weren’t really thinking but rather mumbling whatever came to your mind. “Please don’t stop.” You whined and both of them cooed.

“You’re insatiable.” Steve chuckled and you smiled dopily. You held on to his broad shoulders as you felt him line up with your cunt. He held your hips as you slowly sank down on his cock. You kept your head pressed up against his pecs once he finally filled you to the brim. You were already feeling so full, you wondered what would happen when Bucky entered you.

You didn’t have to think for long as you soon felt Bucky prod at your ass. He had slobbered his cock with lube and it was making the slide much easier. The three of you were panting heavily and Bucky had only popped his head in. “You’re so tight, fuck. I can already feel Stevie.”

Steve kept kissing, nibbling and biting on the column of your throat while Bucky entered you from behind. Bucky was slowly thrusting his way up, inch by inch and all three of you collectively groaned once he too was settled inside you. “This feels like heaven.” Steve mumbled.

That was all the moment of peace you got as at the next second, both of their arms wrapped up around you to hold you tightly as they began fucking up into you. Steve’s long cock was kissing all the spots you didn’t even know existed whole Bucky was stretching you deliciously.

“You’re so good for us bunny. So good. Taking our cocks like a champ.” Steve grunted as he rammed into your wet cunt. “Fuck yeah! Look at how her hole is hungry for my cock. It’s doesn’t wanna let me go. Don’t worry doll, I’m gonna train you well. A cock hungry whore like you shouldn’t be left empty.” Bucky murmured.

“Ohmygod.” Your eyes nearly rolled back from all this dirty talking. Both Bucky and Steve were fucking up in a rhythm that was making your toes curl. One was thrusting up when the other pulled out only to continue this over and over again. You had lost all coherent thoughts and the only things that mattered truly were their cocks rubbing against your walls.

“Steve, I think we’ve fucked her dumb. Look at her, she’s a goner.” Bucky chuckled while Steve cooed at you. “Aww bunny, look at you going all sweet for us.” Despite the hard fucking, Steve pressed a tender kiss to your nose and the gesture felt oddly intimate.

“I can’t stop thinking about you warming our cocks when we come home after a long day. You’d do that for us doll?” The mental images were making shocks of arousal spark in your already hot wire of a body and you enthusiastically nodded. “Yes daddy. I’ll… I’ll keep you warm.”

“You’re such a slut, you’d do anything to have our cocks in you.” His humorous tone died down the next instant when he placed his metal hand back around your throat and you pulled you back such that your back arched and you felt both of them go deeper. “But you’re our whore, aren’t you?”

Your heart thrummed at the sudden show of possessiveness. You hadn’t expected Bucky out of all to get so possessive over you. You didn’t care if this was just for one day, you still craved it more than any fix. “Yes daddy. I’m yours.”

“And what about me? Don’t you belong to me?” Steve’s voice was thick with lust as he kept moving you over his cock. Your eyes were glassy as you looked at him. “Yes sir. I’m yours too.” Despite your blurry vision, you still saw Steve smile.

“You belong to us now, bunny.”

Steve’s words were enough for you to tumble down into the waves of the oncoming orgasm. It felt as if you’d dived down from a cliff into the fresh waves of the sea and you felt yourself get immersed into the deep ocean of pleasure. Everything else was muted as rode the waves of your orgasm.

You faintly heard both of them groaning and cursing as they came deep inside you. You felt their hot cum fill you up until it was leaking from besides their cock and trickling down your thighs. This sensation heightened your orgasm until you reached a state of pure bliss.

It felt as you were under a warm blanket as everything else felt honeyed when you came back. Your legs twitched and you realised that Bucky was cleaning you up with a warm washcloth as Steve pressed loving kisses to your body.

“Hello there!” Steve greeted you as you faintly opened your eyes. You were smiling like a doofus until Bucky cleaned you up to his content and came to lay back besides you. Both of them wrapped you up in their arms and you had never felt more safer and sated in your life.

“How are you feeling babydoll?” Bucky inquired and you nearly giggled at his concern after all the filth he had spewed. “Good. Nice. Out of this world” Both of them chuckled as they cuddled you tighter. “Umm, can I ask you something?” You asked meekly. “Sure.” Came back their reply.

“Umm, about my job…. Uhh, actually I really really need it. So please don’t fire me…” their faces changed to something serious and you nearly wanted to cry. “You shouldn’t be thinking right now bunny. Relax.” Steve’s voice didn’t sound angry, but it still didn’t quench your worries.

“Look at me babydoll.” Bucky gently turned your face to his side. “We told you you belong to us now, and we meant it. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore.“ This time you had tears in your eyes, but not from fear or worry, but rather from happiness.

“Will you let us take care of you, bunny?” Steve asked. You still weren’t sure if this was your dream, and even if it was, you didn’t care because it was the best one you ever had. But deep down in your heart, you knew all this was real. You didn’t even have to think twice when you answered, “YES.”

SLEEPWALKING- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Boyfriend! Bucky/ The Winter Soldier x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary / Request: when your boyfriend bucky wakes up with the winter soldier mindest, you do the only thing you know how to do- comfort him. he does the only thing he knows how to thank you- possessive sex. 

Warnings: SMUT, heavy possessiveness, heavy breeding kink, heavy dom! bucky, pet names, choking, knife play, swearing, teasing, size kink, praise n slight degradation kink, overstim, threats, biting, marking, tit play, violence w/ steve in the beginning, bucky speaking russian bc that needs its own warning

Notes: i am so sorry this request took so long i had inspo n then i wouldn’t and it was a game of cat n mouse with my keyboard<3 anyways pls enjoy i never really write much of soldat so this was kinda my verison of him. and to the nonnie who sent this request, thank you for the kind words i adore you!

-claire bear

Cold. 

It was cold again. 

The familiar, comforting weight you often felt as you laid your head down each night, the sweet, husky scent of cedar that entranced your senses to keep you safe as you slept-was gone. 

Stolen from you. 

You reached for it, wanted it to tangle it’s arm back around you, but it wasn’t there. Neither was the soft whirring noise of the metal arm that calmed you daily. 

Your eyes fluttered open, the world slightly blurry as you sat up in the tangled sheets, noticing his side of the bed was empty, but ruffled. He had left in a rush. 

Why did he leave in such a hurry? 

You grew worried for Bucky, the bright numbers on the clock staring over at you from the bedside table. Murmured voices came from behind the bedroom door, the sound of glass breaking glass making you jump. 

You scrambled out of bed, nearly falling flat on your face on the hardwood as you untangled yourself from the mess of blankets, racing to the door. Swinging it open, you were met with something that sucked the air clean from your lungs. 

It felt like a punch to the gut, nearly making you double over in fear. 

Bucky was here, breathing. Alive. 

But it wasn’t really Bucky. 

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Sebastian Stan behind the scenes as The Winter Soldier (aka Bucky Barnes)🖤

More than just a distraction masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Bucky Barnes x Reader Masterlist

+ smut

$ fluff

# angst

! dark

headcanons + drabbles

bucky comforts reader after getting stood up $

bodyguard!bucky and bratty reader +

wearing your roommate's boxers +$

dry humping +

grumpy roommate!bucky $

roommate!bucky takes your panties +

dilf!bucky sneaking into your room +

playing with bucky’s hair $

dry humping part two +

dirty little secret +

oneshots

woman +

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Ongoing

❄️The Key to your heart (by @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl​): Joining the Avengers wasn’t on your plans. Not until Steve asked you to help his best friend. Bucky was Bucky, but the Winter Soldier still came from time ti time, bringing with him chaos and destruction. And you was supposed to keep that side of him away… But what happens when both Bucky and the Winter Soldier start to enjoy your company more than anyone else? Should you turn your back on the Soldier, ignore his own fears and traumas? That’s exactly what everyone wants. But you were never known for following orders…

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | 

❄️Operation faking it…?(by @povlvr​): Surely faking a relationship to improve the public opinion of one beefy super solider known as Bucky Barnes would be the easiest of mission for two well seasoned Avengers? Tony Stark seems to think so & decides to task you with ‘Operation: Faking it’,  but what happens when you realise there might be less faking needed than originally planned?

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Completed (series/miniseries)

❄️None like you (by @bonky-n-steeb​): Bucky Barnes has it all — money, success, looks, fame, women. But when he falls in love with the only woman who doesn’t love him, he starts wondering if he really has it all.

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❄️Only friends (by @metalbuckaroo​): At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What’s to happen when he finds out he’s much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

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❄️Silver (by @youlightmeupfinn​): When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can’t stay away.

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❄️Heavy metal lover (by @mypoisonedvine​): Working as a dominatrix is never exactly easy, but a new client brings challenges you never expected.

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❄️To Have & To Hold (by @slyyywriting​​): Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.

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One shots

This list is divided in two parts, the one shots that have a summary and the ones that don’t, still I keep adding one shots from time to time

❄️Teach me how to love (by @bonky-n-steeb): Your professor isn’t as sweet as you thought.

❄️Sleepless nights (by @kikixreverie): Weeks of not being able to get off leave you restless and without sleep, and after hearing your troubles through the thin walls, your roommate, Bucky, decides to help you out.

❄️Ask nicely (by @classylo): After a heated kiss in the Oval Office, you avoid your boss in hopes that the tension will wear off…he has other plans.

❄️Lay me gently (by @barnesmurdock): Unsure about how sex works, Bucky trusts you enough to lose himself to you under the wakandan night sky.

❄️His Barmaid (by @gutflorizt): You work with Bucky, your dads best friend. You can’t hepl but drool over him and it doesn’t help you work with him every single night. Luckily the feelings are reciprocated one special night.

❄️Study date (by @navybrat817): Bucky doesn’t like other guys near his best 

❄️Bad date (by @firefly-in-darkness):  Your date isn’t going well but a chance encounter with the Mafia King of Brooklyn changes your view on how your night is turning out..

❄️A second chance (by @upallnite2getbucky): While having the worst day, you find something unexpected that turns your day around.

❄️Ticking time bomb (by @buckyslittlegirl): Bucky joins you for a Disney movie marathon! But what happens when the most comfortable seat in the room happens to be his lap

❄️Bad Intentions (by @seventven): Dr Barnes, y/n’s psychology professor and final year thesis supervisor is going through a rough patch in his marriage. following a heated argument at the end of class, dr barnes spots y/n at an on-campus bar. he makes a twisted revelation.

❄️Incessant (by @gutflorizt): You take the kids to your ex husband while you go on a date 

❄️Her (by @avecra): When Bucky’s anger gets the best of him  during a debriefing meeting, your touch is the one thing that can ground him. 

❄️Little Lily (by @raysheart​): you unknowingly bring out a side of bucky he never knew was there.

❄️Cutting Bucky’s hair (by @mellowpiepizzalamp​): Bucky’s hair didn’t sit good with him anymore.

❄️Just for the night (by @bethdutten​): Bucky needed someone to get him through a particularly hard night. Now, he isn’t sure he can handle being alone again.

❄️Fake (by @wvintersoldat​): bucky doesn’t have the best reputation, and you’re the avenger’s golden girl. steve comes up with a plan to change the public’s opinion.

❄️Hurt (by @storytellingwitht​): what happens when one of Bucky’s enemies hurts his sweet girl?

❄️there is no other love, it’s only yours (by @mellowsaturns​): they say a dream without love is a dream forgotten, luckily for bucky, he remembers every single one that you appear in

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❄️Satisfied (by @adrinktostopyourthirst)

❄️Happy Day (by @angrythingstarlight)

❄️Librarian and Peach (by @angrythingstarlight)

❄️Am I enough for you? (by @buckys-p1um)

❄️King in your story (by @sinner-as-saint)

❄️Caramel kisses (by @stylesmygucci)

❄️It’s you and me, that’s my whole world (by @cruelfvkingsummer)

❄️To be so lonely (by @sableseb)

❄️Incoherent (by @buckyhoney​)

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