Jjk Characters College Au Headcanons

jjk characters college au headcanons

characters: choso kamo, hiromi higuruma, kento nanami, mei mei, ryomen sukuna, satoru gojo, shoko ieiri, suguru geto, takuma ino, toji fushiguro, utahime iori, yuki tsukumo, and yu haibara

CHOSO KAMO

major: psychology

• choso is that mysterious upperclassman people whisper about but don’t really know. he’s always seen alone or with a very small circle, never making unnecessary conversation.

• some people are intimidated by his serious expression, but in reality, he’s just deep in thought most of the time. those who do get to know him realize he’s incredibly kind and protective.

• he’s the kind of student who takes his studies seriously, not because he cares about grades but because he values knowledge. he has an old-school approach to studying— handwritten notes, library research, and a preference for quiet over digital distractions.

• he has a small, quiet off-campus apartment that feels more like a sanctuary than a student’s place. it’s tidy, minimalist, and filled with sentimental objects, like old books, photos, or little things that remind him of his brothers.

• his fridge is always stocked with homemade meals, and he prefers cooking over eating out.

• he spends a lot of time in quiet places— bookstores, parks, or the campus greenhouse. he enjoys activities that keep him grounded, like painting, journaling, or practicing meditation.

• he also has a strong interest in martial arts and trains regularly, though he doesn’t brag about it.

• he’s not one for parties or big social gatherings, but if his closest friends ask, he’ll go— mostly to keep an eye on them.

• he’s the guy who stands off to the side, arms crossed, silently observing but ready to step in if needed. he doesn’t make small talk, but when he speaks, it’s always something insightful or meaningful.

• professors respect him because he’s a serious student, though they wish he participated more. he listens intently in class but rarely raises his hand.

• when he does speak, his answers are so well-thought-out that the entire class goes silent. some professors think he’s intimidating; others recognize that he’s just reserved.

• he has a deep, soothing voice that makes people listen when he speaks.

HIROMI HIGURUMA

major: political science/pre-law

• hiromi is well-respected but not overly social. he’s the guy people go to for advice— whether it’s about legal studies or just life in general.

• some students fear him because of his serious demeanor, but once you actually talk to him, he’s incredibly fair and thoughtful. he’s got that "tough but kind" vibe that makes people trust him immediately.

• he’s always at the top of his class, but not because he wants recognition— he just genuinely believes in what he’s studying. he’s the guy who finishes exams early but sits there, double-checking his answers while everyone else struggles.

• he has a neat, quiet off-campus apartment that looks surprisingly cozy. his space is filled with law books, neatly organized files, and just enough personal touches— probably a few framed photos, a well-stocked liquor cabinet, and an expensive coffee maker.

• his place is never messy, but you can tell when he’s stressed because legal briefs start piling up on his desk

• when he’s not buried in legal cases, he enjoys classical music, fine whiskey, and quiet nights reading. he has a lowkey love for noir films and classic literature.

• he’s the type to stay up late working on a case brief but will still wake up at 6 am sharp the next morning.

• he has a habit of going to bars alone just to sit in a corner, sip his drink, and think about life. if he’s really stressed, he’ll take a long drive at night while listening to jazz or old rock.

• he’s not a party guy. you won’t find him at wild events, but if he does go, he’s the one quietly observing, sipping his drink, and making sharp but insightful comments about people’s behavior.

• he prefers small, intimate gatherings where discussions actually mean something. that said, if someone drags him to a party, he’ll tolerate it— but don’t expect him to dance or do anything ridiculous.

• professors adore him because he’s brilliant, respectful, and actually engages in meaningful discussions. he’s the student they trust to handle debates maturely and lead group discussions without turning them into chaos.

KENTO NANAMI

major: finance

• nanami is respected, not feared or idolized. everyone knows he’s insanely competent, but he doesn’t go out of his way to stand out.

• he’s the guy students ask for help with coursework, but he will not let you copy his work— he believes in earning your grades. professors trust him to lead group projects, and he’s the sole reason some people pass certain classes.

• he definitely tutors struggling students, but only if they’re serious about learning.

• he’s the type of student who has his entire academic career planned out to the letter. he takes meticulous notes, sits in the same spot every class, and actually reads the syllabus.

• his gpa is flawless, but it’s not because he enjoys studying— it’s just efficient to do well.

• he lives off-campus in a clean, well-organized apartment with modern furniture and precisely one personal touch— probably a nice coffee setup or a bookshelf stacked with actually good literature.

• his place is never messy, and he has a strict routine for cleaning. his fridge is full of actual food (no instant ramen here), and he cooks proper meals like a fully functional adult.

• nanami unwinds with quiet hobbies— reading or listening to jazz while drinking real coffee (not the burnt cafeteria sludge).

• he secretly enjoys baking but won’t admit it because it’s "not practical."

• he goes to the gym, but not for fun— just because it’s necessary. he also enjoys quality entertainment— classic films, well-written novels, and actual music, not the overplayed stuff on the radio.

• he’s not anti-social, but he does have a low tolerance for nonsense. he has a small, close-knit group of friends he actually trusts.

• he goes to parties maybe twice a year, and when he does, he immediately regrets it. he’s the guy standing in the corner with a drink, watching chaos unfold, and making scathing remarks under his breath.

• he refuses to drink cheap beer—if he’s drinking, it’s going to be good alcohol.

• professors adore him. he’s the student they wish all their other students were like. he submits assignments early, leads class discussions, and actually cares about learning.

• he’s probably the type to debate professors respectfully when he disagrees with something. if a professor is incompetent, though? he’ll silently judge them for eternity.

MEI MEI

major: business administration

• mei mei is famous on campus. she’s known for being gorgeous, brilliant, and ruthless when it comes to money.

• she never does anything for free— need tutoring? pay up. want a favor? what’s in it for her?

• she’s the type of student who doesn’t waste time with unnecessary coursework. she excels in every class but never overworks herself— she does the bare minimum required to get top grades and makes it look effortless.

• she’s the student who somehow always has the right answers but rarely ever looks like she’s paying attention.

• mei mei lives off-campus in a luxurious apartment that looks straight out of an interior design magazine. everything is sleek, modern, and expensive. she has zero clutter, an actual wine collection (despite still being in college), and a ridiculously comfortable bed.

• she’s never in a rush— her mornings are smooth and aesthetic, and she somehow always arrives places looking flawless.

• her entire mindset is "i have all the time in the world."

• she definitely has side hustles— investing in stocks, flipping designer items for profit, or even casually running a secret gambling ring on campus.

• she enjoys expensive hobbies like high-stakes poker, fine dining, and traveling for no reason. she also loves making money in the easiest way possible— if she can get paid for doing nothing, she will.

• mei mei is always invited to parties, but she only shows up if it benefits her. if she’s at an event, she’s chilling in vip, drinking top-shelf liquor, and watching other people make a mess of themselves.

• she doesn’t actively seek out friends, but people gravitate toward her. she prefers intelligent company— if you bore her, she’ll immediately lose interest.

• professors respect her, but she’s also deeply frustrating because she rarely puts in visible effort. she’s the student who negotiates grades, convinces professors to curve exams in her favor, and somehow always gets extensions without anyone questioning it.

• she never does emotional labor for free— if you’re venting to her, you owe her something later.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

major: history

• sukuna is infamous. everyone knows of him, but few actually know him. some fear him, some admire him, and some want him (even though they know it’s a bad idea).

• he’s the type of guy who walks into a room, and the entire atmosphere shifts. professors loathe him because he’s too smart for his own good, but they can’t technically fail him because he’s always right.

• he’s annoyingly brilliant— aces every class without trying, writes ruthless essays, and argues with professors just to prove them wrong. he rarely takes notes, yet he remembers everything, and if he ever does write something down, it’s probably just to mock the lecture.

• he could charm anyone if he tried, but he enjoys being feared instead.

• he has a sleek, expensive off-campus apartment that looks straight out of a luxury magazine— dark aesthetic, minimalist furniture, and not a single speck of dust. everything in his space is either expensive, dangerous, or both.

• his kitchen? barely used. his bedroom? looks like a villain’s lair. his couch? somehow the most comfortable thing you’ll ever sit on.

• he has expensive hobbies— high-stakes poker, fine whiskey tasting, maybe even fencing just to flex. he’s into classic literature but will never admit it.

• if he’s not reading, he’s either at the gym casually lifting twice his body weight or going on reckless, borderline illegal night drives.

• sukuna does not do small talk. if you’re not interesting, you don’t exist to him. he doesn’t have “friends” in the traditional sense— more like acquaintances he tolerates or people who amuse him.

• if he does like you, though, you’re protected— not because he’s sentimental, but because you’re his, and he doesn’t share.

• he never loses bets. if he does lose, he definitely cheated.

• every professor hates how effortlessly brilliant he is. he corrects them in lectures, ignores deadlines but still submits flawless work, and only participates in discussions to intellectually humiliate someone.

• some fear his presence in their class because they know he’ll challenge them.

• he always smells expensive— think deep, musky cologne with hints of spice.

SATORU GOJO

major: theoretical physics

• gojo is legendary. everyone knows him, whether because of his ridiculous antics, insane intelligence, or sheer charisma.

• he’s ridiculously smart but never takes class seriously. he’s the student who barely shows up, flirts with professors for fun, and still somehow gets top grades. his essays are either brilliant or completely off-topic because he got bored and started rambling.

• if he’s losing an argument, he’ll just switch to a completely different topic to confuse everyone.

• he has a high-end off-campus apartment because there’s no way he’s dealing with dorm life.

• his place is way too nice for a college student— minimalist but stylish, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a fully stocked fridge (except he mostly orders takeout). he has a collection of expensive sunglasses, and his bed is obnoxiously big for no reason.

• he has an obscene amount of money for a college student, but no one knows why or how.

• he spends his free time causing chaos— pulling pranks, sweet-talking his way out of trouble, and randomly deciding to start new hobbies just to master them effortlessly.

• he’s really into arcade games, expensive desserts, and photography (but he only takes dramatic, artsy pictures of himself and his friends). he’s also weirdly into conspiracy theories— not because he believes them, but because he finds them entertaining.

• he will absolutely buy expensive desserts for his friends "just because."

• gojo is everywhere. he’s at every party, every event, and somehow in every social circle. he’s the type to befriend both the most popular people on campus and the quietest nerd in the library.

• at parties, he’s either dancing on a table, starting a drinking contest, or dramatically announcing his presence like a celebrity. he never gets blackout drunk— he’s always the one causing the chaos, not suffering from it.

• he never waits in lines— he just charms his way to the front.

• professors despise how naturally gifted he is because he never takes anything seriously. he’s the type to argue with them for fun, correct their mistakes, or write an entire essay about how their syllabus is boring. some admire his intellect, while others just want him to shut up for five minutes.

SHOKO IEIRI

major: biology/pre-med

• shoko is the chill but scary smart girl. she’s laid-back, sarcastic, and gives off an effortlessly cool vibe. people know of her but don’t approach unless necessary because she looks perpetually exhausted.

• she’s the go-to person for medical advice— half the student body has probably asked her for help with random injuries or hangovers.

• she’s terrifyingly good at diagnosing people just by looking at them.

• she has a small off-campus apartment that’s mostly clean but has a permanent "organized chaos" vibe—half-empty coffee cups, scattered medical textbooks, and a pile of scrubs that she swears she’s going to fold.

• she has a cat that just showed up at her apartment one day, and now they’re roommates.

• she barely spends time at home since she’s always at the library, the lab, or sleeping in random places on campus.

• if she does have time off, she’s either smoking outside a coffee shop, watching true crime documentaries, or napping.

• she has a morbid sense of humor and enjoys dissecting medical cases like it’s light reading. she also has a soft spot for stray animals and will 100% stop to pet any cat she sees.

• if you text her with a medical question at 3 am, she will answer it correctly but also judge you.

• she barely goes to parties, but when she does, she’s the one holding a drink in one hand and tending to someone’s drunken injury with the other.

• she’s friends with gojo and geto by default but pretends to be exhausted by their antics (even though she secretly enjoys them). she’s the friend who texts "bring water" at 2 am and then disappears for a week.

• she gives the best advice but in the most unserious way possible.

• professors love her intelligence but wish she’d apply herself more. she’s the student who disappears for weeks, then shows up and gets the highest score on the exam.

• she has a reputation for being blunt— if a professor says something dumb, she will call them out, but only if she’s in the mood.

SUGURU GETO

major: theology

• geto is an enigmatic intellectual— the type of person who speaks once in class and leaves everyone rethinking their entire worldview. he’s well-respected but keeps his social circle small.

• some students are lowkey intimidated by him, while others admire his wisdom and composure. he has a quiet but undeniable presence wherever he goes.

• he writes insanely well and can turn in a last-minute paper that sounds like a published thesis.

• he has a minimalist off-campus apartment that’s almost too clean, with shelves full of philosophy books and a neatly arranged tea set. He keeps his space serene, like a personal sanctuary.

• everything is in its place, but there’s a stillness to his apartment that makes people feel like they shouldn’t disturb it.

• he enjoys reading, meditation, and really long walks where he just thinks. he’s deeply interested in different cultures, philosophies, and spiritual practices, and he will have a long discussion with anyone willing to engage.

• he prefers tea over coffee but will graciously accept a high-quality espresso.

• he also enjoys traditional tea ceremonies, calligraphy, and subtly flexing his knowledge of obscure topics.

• he’s not a party person, but he’ll go if the right people invite him. he prefers deep conversations over mindless socializing, so if he’s at an event, he’s in a quiet corner having a profound discussion while sipping tea or whiskey.

• he has a habit of standing on balconies and looking unnecessarily dramatic while lost in thought.

• professors admire his intellect but sometimes feel like he’s too insightful. he’s the student who challenges the class material in a way that makes everyone feel deeply uncomfortable.

• some professors genuinely enjoy his perspective, while others don’t know how to handle his quiet, piercing observations.

• he gives the best advice, but only if he actually thinks you need it.

• he’s a silent but deadly presence in debates— he’ll let others argue, then quietly dismantle their entire point with a single sentence

TAKUMA INO

major: communications

• ino is the underdog everyone loves. he’s friendly, loud, and always trying his best— sometimes too hard. he’s the type of guy who gets involved in everything— sports, clubs, random student events— but never actually commits long-term.

• people like him because he’s genuinely a good guy and is always down to help out (even if he has no idea what he’s doing).

• he’s the guy who tries really hard in class but isn’t necessarily top-tier academically. he takes decent notes, studies at the last minute, and somehow manages to scrape by.

• he’s always determined to do better but gets easily distracted by literally anything more interesting than his textbooks.

• he has a notebook full of terrible pickup lines.

• he definitely shares an on-campus apartment with at least one roommate, and their place is chaotic but functional. there’s always a broken chair, a fridge full of leftover takeout, and a gaming console permanently hooked up to the tv.

• his room? messy but livable— random clothes everywhere, half-drunk energy drinks on his desk, but somehow he knows where everything is.

• he’s obsessed with the gym and probably does some kind of martial arts on the side. if he’s not training, he’s either gaming, watching action movies, or failing miserably at cooking.

• he tries to meal prep but always ends up just eating ramen instead. he also gets way too invested in fantasy football or any kind of competitive game.

• he genuinely believes that protein shakes and energy drinks count as "a real meal."

• ino is the guy you call when you need a last-minute wingman. he’s at every party, every game night, and somehow gets along with everyone.

• he loves being around people, even if they tease him for being a bit of a himbo. he’s the type to hype up his friends, carry drunk people home, and absolutely lose his mind over karaoke.

• he gets way too competitive over dumb things, like rock-paper-scissors.

• professors like him because he participates and actually tries, even if he’s not the best student. he’s the guy who raises his hand to answer a question but gets it slightly wrong— but everyone appreciates the effort.

• some professors pity him because he clearly stresses over exams but never fully prepares.

• if he loses a bet, he fully commits to whatever embarrassing thing he has to do.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

major: business

• toji is that guy— half the school doesn’t believe he’s actually a student, and the other half wants to be him or be with him. he’s the shady upperclassman people whisper about, the guy who never shows up to class but somehow gets credit.

• professors hate him, but there’s nothing they can do because he technically meets the minimum requirements. some suspect he makes money through illegal means— which… they’re not wrong.

• he never studies, barely shows up to class, and still somehow passes— either through luck, bribery, or ridiculous test-taking skills.

• toji refuses to deal with dorm life. he either rents a cheap apartment or crashes with someone when he’s between places. his living space is minimalist by necessity— a mattress on the floor, a mini fridge stocked with beer and takeout, and one chair that’s definitely stolen from campus.

• he doesn’t need a fancy place— he spends most of his time anywhere but home.

• toji always has a hustle— gambling, underground fights, fixing things (for a price), or finding things people lost (also for a price).

• he has a gambling addiction but refuses to admit it.

• if he’s not working the system, he’s at the gym, betting on something shady, or sleeping (because this man is chronically exhausted from his questionable lifestyle).

• he doesn’t have "friends"— he has connections. people know him, people owe him, and people fear him. if he does let someone close, it’s because they’re useful or entertaining.

• he doesn’t go to parties— he runs them. if he does show up, it’s purely to make money, cause trouble, or steal someone’s date.

• professors hate him. he’s smart enough to pass but lazy enough to frustrate every professor who knows he could do better. he never shows up to office hours, barely participates, and has probably gotten into multiple arguments with faculty members.

• the only reason they haven’t kicked him out is because they can’t prove he’s doing anything wrong.

UTAHIME IORI

major: education

• utahime is the reliable upperclassman— the kind of person professors trust and underclassmen go to for advice. she’s well-liked but also has a zero tolerance policy for nonsense.

• she’s the one who tries to keep things orderly in chaotic situations (like when gojo inevitably does something dumb), but it doesn’t always work.

• she’s a hardworking and responsible student who actually studies ahead of time (unlike some of her chaotic friends). she takes meticulous notes, color-codes everything, and is probably the unofficial mom of every group project she’s in.

• she has perfect handwriting, and people always ask to borrow her notes.

• she has a cozy off-campus apartment with a warm aesthetic— think soft lighting, scented candles, and way too many blankets. her place is always tidy, and she’s the type to invite friends over for tea rather than go out to loud parties.

• she has a tea collection that could rival an actual café’s inventory.

• she definitely has a cute little balcony garden where she takes care of plants like they’re her children.

• she loves music and probably plays an instrument (piano or violin, most likely). in her free time, she enjoys reading, visiting cafés, and going to quiet nature spots to relax.

• she’s the type to stress-bake, meaning her friends always have access to homemade treats.

• she also stress-cleans when she’s overwhelmed— if you walk into her apartment and it smells like lemon-scented cleaner, she’s definitely frustrated.

• she’s not a party girl but will attend events only if she trusts the people there. if she does go to a party, she’s the responsible one making sure no one does anything too stupid.

• she’s the friend who remembers everyone’s birthdays and plans thoughtful surprises.

• professors love her because she’s responsible, respectful, and takes her studies seriously. she’s the kind of student who asks insightful questions and actually cares about what she’s learning. if a professor is unfair, though, she will call them out (politely but firmly).

YUKI TSUKUMO

major: anthropology

• yuki is that upperclassman— legendary, unpredictable, and impossible to pin down. she’s known for showing up to class once every two weeks but still acing everything.

• if there’s a student protest, she’s leading it. some people worship her, others think she’s too much, but everyone knows her name.

• she’s banned from certain campus events for stirring up too much chaos.

• she’s insanely smart but does not follow traditional academic rules. she’s the type to write a brilliant essay at the last second while sipping a drink at a bar.

• she has a loft-style off-campus apartment that looks like it belongs to an eccentric genius— random books scattered everywhere, half-finished projects lying around, and somehow, it all works.

• her fridge is mostly empty except for beer, instant ramen, and one healthy thing she forgot about weeks ago.

• she’s always traveling, hiking, or getting involved in some wild adventure. she’s the type to randomly disappear for a weekend trip without telling anyone.

• she loves motorcycles and probably works on one in her free time. if she’s not outside, she’s either deep-diving into conspiracy theories or passionately debating something over drinks.

• she will offer people rides on her motorcycle just to freak them out.

• yuki has zero social anxiety and can talk to anyone. she’s the type to crash a random group’s table at a café and somehow leave with three new friends.

• she’s always at the center of fun, whether it’s an underground party, a debate club event, or a spontaneous road trip. if you hang out with her, expect chaos.

• she always has the best stories, like "that one time i accidentally joined a secret rave in another country."

• most professors are deeply frustrated by her because she refuses to conform to their academic expectations. others recognize her genius and just let her do whatever she wants.

• she’s the student who writes an entire research paper challenging the class material and somehow gets an a.

• she’s impossible to beat in a debate— she thrives on proving people wrong.

• if she calls you at 2 am, it’s either for a life-changing conversation or because she’s about to drag you into something ridiculous.

YU HAIBARA

major: kinesiology

• haibara is the social butterfly of campus. he’s friends with everyone—from professors to the random guy who sits in the back of the lecture hall.

• he’s the type to remember baristas’ names, help people move their stuff, and always have an extra pen for classmates. people love him because he radiates warmth and positivity.

• he’s the kind of student who genuinely enjoys learning and makes class fun for everyone. he’s not a straight-a student, but he tries his best and makes up for it with enthusiasm.

• he’s the guy who shows up to class with a coffee, a big smile, and zero notes, yet still somehow manages to pass.

• he always has gum, snacks, or a spare charger on him.

• he shares a lively on-campus apartment with at least one roommate— his place always has something going on, whether it’s a game night, random people stopping by, or just music playing in the background.

• his room is messy in a controlled chaos way— laundry in a pile, books scattered, but he swears he knows where everything is.

• he’s super active and probably part of multiple clubs— sports teams, volunteer organizations, or even student government (not because he’s super political but because he likes people).

• he has zero sense of direction but refuses to admit it, so he always gets lost on campus.

• he’s the type to randomly drag his friends on outdoor adventures, like hiking or spontaneous road trips. he also definitely watches dumb reality tv and gets way too emotionally invested.

• haibara is the life of the party— he’ll drag you onto the dance floor, challenge someone to a friendly drinking game, and somehow make friends with everyone by the end of the night.

• he’s the guy who hypes you up at karaoke and makes sure no one feels left out. he sings horribly but will still belt out songs with full confidence.

• if you text him "i’m sad," he will show up at your door with snacks and bad jokes.

• professors love him because he’s genuinely engaged in class. even if he’s not the best student, he makes discussions fun and actually cares about learning.

• he’s the one who gets participation points just for making the class laugh. some professors wish he took things a little more seriously, but they can’t dislike him.

• he gives the best pep talks and hypes up his friends constantly.

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saykaundermoon

1 year ago

[ credits of the Neteyam pic go to cinetrix ]

Champagne Problems.

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader

CW: angsty, reader feeling her heart hurt, adeline being funny and shipping reader and neteyam, sexual tension, confessions of love, angry neteyam, confused neteyam, yearning, crying, fluff, sexual content, neteyam loving reader's breasts, neteyam using his fangs on reader's body, p in v, territorial neteyam, needy and clingy neteyam, slight breeding kink, creampie

I almost cried writing this chapter and istg my pussy clenched hard while I was writing the smut part so… have a good read, I guess lol ps: I know I said I was gonna have a break from uploading my long fics (and I am!) but there was an itch in my hand to finish this story and I gave in and scratched it lol I kinda knew I eventually would. But I'm only gonna update the other fics next year. This one was an exception bc there was only one chapter left (this one lol)

Not proofread. I woke up in the middle of the night to write this, it's already morning outside and I'm sleepy and sick :(

Part 7: All I want is you

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It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you

You're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town

And I just wanted you to know that this is me trying

this is me trying (Taylor Swift)

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In the morning, you woke up and realized you were no longer sitting on the floor, resting your back against the wall of Kiri's marui, but rather laying in your mat. You had a sharp headache but you didn't really know why. Maybe lack of enough sleep, maybe tension… Your eyes searched around for Neteyam but he was no longer there. You knew instantly that Neteyam had been the one to carry you to your mat. He was the only one awake other than you when you two were talking while it was eclipse and you knew it wasn't his nature to leave a girl sleeping while sitting down on the floor in a weird position and go home. No, he was too much of a gentleman for that.

The realization that you were about to go back to the lab in a few days and leave Neteyam behind again hit you like a train. The thought of being without him and having no guarantee that he wasn't gonna find a mate while you were gone and when you'd come back and see him again, he'd be happy with a beautiful na'vi girl by his side - perhaps even carrying his baby in her womb - broke you in a billion little pieces.

Your heart started to beat fast in your chest, like it was gonna escape from inside your body and come out through your throat. But there was also a big lump in your throat. Anxiety stinged your whole body like sharp, thin needles.

You didn't want to lose Neteyam. Just imagining having to stare at a wall in your room at night, to see his sweet face in the crushing darkness and feel the tears rolling down your face, reminding you that you would never be able to hold him again, to feel his huge but gentle hands on your skin, to smell his comforting scent… and worse: to know he would be in some other girl's arms every night, letting her kiss him, having… God, having sex with her…

No. You couldn't let him go. It would rip your heart apart.

And if Neteyam didn't go for Munì like you thought he did, that meant that he didn't stop loving you… right? That's what you were desperately hoping for. You were almost sure you had seen him get slightly happy when you acted like an idiot and let him see how jealous you were of Munì last night. Maybe that meant he still felt something for you.

If you were right about Neteyam's feelings, you didn't quite know why he loved the mess of a girl that you were but… somehow he did, and he was sad because of you, because you refused to be his mate when that's all you truly wanted, in the first place. You had let fear hold you back once again. But not this time. You had to be brave. You had to at least try.

Putting the sheet that was once over you to the side, you uncovered your body and, in a rapid motion, you got up from your mat and got to your feet, feeling the slight coldness on the floor of the marui. Your feet walked slowly but surely among your two best human friends, trying hard not to step on or kick one of the girls as they were sleeping right next to your mat.

You got startled by Adeline's voice echoing in the morning air as she whispered energetically to you.

"(y/n), where are you going?" Her voice was hoarse and slightly funny, because of slumber.

"I thought you were sleeping!" You whispered back as you looked at her sleepy and moody face while she laid down in her mat

"I was but I felt the need to pee and woke up. Answer my question, please!" She demanded

Your heart started beating fast and you spoke "I'm gonna try and make things right with Neteyam."

"Thank God." She dramatically grunted "I knew you liked him all along, I just wouldn't try and force you to mate with the guy, of course. But damn, I've known you since we were kids and I know when you're in love. I wanted to slap you when I saw you looking gloomy and I would ask you what was wrong and you would say that it was nothing but I just knew you were missing him and regretting refusing to be his mate. And Neteyam brought you back to your mat in his freaking arms! You can't let the guy go, you idiot! He loves you! Can't you see it? You both love each other! What was stopping you before from saying “Hey, I know I'm a bit crazy but I wanna be your mate!”?” She sighed, like she was tired of that whole situation

“How do you know Neteyam carried me back to my mat?” Surprise was all over your face

“I woke up at eclipse with your chatter, mamas.” She said nonchalantly

“Oh…” You awkwardly spoke “So, you heard everything?” You cringed

“I heard a lot of it. Enough to know Neteyam is worth it. Now do what you gotta do. I gotta go relieve myself.” She demanded like a mother would

Your laughter echoed around. Adeline didn't realize how funny she was. You loved her. So, so much. That bitch was everything to you.

In only seconds you found yourself rushing out of the marui's door and your feet walking quickly through the warm Metkayina sand.

After a good while looking around and only seeing turquoise skinned tall Metkayina people, you finally found Neteyam. The sight of his broad, striped back did things to you. It made you remember how insanely good it felt when he was inside of you that rainy night on his hammock.

"Neteyam!" You yelled, sounding way more desperate than you had wanted to, and Neteyam rapidly turned around looked at you, his face covered with surprise

"I'm sorry! I do wanna be with you!" You spoke, breath a bit labored as you felt nervous and insecure about his reaction. The next thing you saw, you were breaking down in tears.

"Why did you refuse me, then?" Neteyam asked, slightly angry and utterly confused

He did not understand why you had put you both through all that pain if you did love him too.

"I guess I was just afraid of finally having something beautiful in my life again, to feel safe again and then lose it. I couldn't bear to lose you. The truth is, I've had a crush on you since we first met too and I think I started to have deeper feelings for you at the party. Maybe we fell for each other at the same time" you chuckled wearily between tears, thinking that if it truly happened, it was beautiful and seemed like something out of a romantic movie

“Were you afraid that I was gonna leave you?” Neteyam asked, furrowing his hairless eyebrows

“Yes…” You shamefully confirmed.

It seemed like you only ever thought the worst of Neteyam, even though he was known to be a good man and only proved you again and again how much he cared about you.

"Why would I ever leave you if I love you? It's as simple as that, tawtute." Neteyam stated

An amazed smile was born amidst your tears and your heart sped up as your brain processed those words.

"Are you saying you… love me?" It still seemed too good to be true.

"I'm saying I love you more than you will ever know, syulang." Neteyam walked closer to you and tried to touch your hand

You backed away slightly and he felt frustrated. Even as you declared your love for him you were still so guarded. Neteyam let out an impatient breath out of his feline nostrils.

“Tawtute, please, be my mate.” He asked you once again, his heart open to you once again.

“But what about tsaheylu? You can’t make it with me! What if you one day realize you regret missing out on this experience? It’s such an important thing to your people…” You let out a choked sob as you pronounced those words that felt like a stab in the heart

“Not again with the excuses…” Neteyam thought

“Listen” Neteyam asked for your attention “I do not care if you don’t have tendrils and we can’t make tsaheylu. What’s even the point of tsaheylu if I can’t make it with the girl I love? Tsaheylu is about sharing your affection, your devotion, your need with your mate and I don’t need or want anyone else but you, tawtute.”

You kept sobbing and just couldn't seem to stop.

Neteyam grabbed you and held you inside his strong, long arms, one of his hands on the back of your head, pressing it against his body and the other on your shoulder. His warm embrace felt reassuring.

"It's okay, oeyä tawtute. You are safe with me."

After a while holding you like that, he gently pushed you away from him and held your chin up so you could look at his face.

"I won't ever leave you. I promise you, with the Great Mother as my witness, I will never ever let you go. I'm yours forever. I have been yours for so long…" He gave you a calm smile and wiped your tears away

Your gleaming eyes gazed up at his face. He was so beautiful, his dark blue stripes forming intricate pattern on his forehead, a pattern unique to his body. His bioluminescent freckles adorned his big face and shone slightly even in the light of day. You were so damn lucky to have such a beautiful man be so deeply in love with you.

“So, what's it gonna be?” Neteyam's big thumb caressed your reddened face as his lips were curled in a gentle smile, showing no teeth “Can I finally get an “yes” from your beautiful lips?”

You chuckled and smiled big.

“Yes.” Neteyam's heart swelled with affection and relief “Yes, I'm gonna be your mate, Neteyam.”

“Nga yawne lu oer, oeyä tawtute.” (I love you, my human) Neteyam grabbed your face that was tiny inside his two big hands and kissed you eagerly, his lips pressing against yours like he had been needing that for so long.

Neteyam had been dreaming awake every night about how it would feel if he ever got to kiss your small mouth again. His tongue touched the slit of your mouth, deliciously warm and wet and you parted your lips so he could explore the insides of your mouth. Neteyam's large tongue licked your tongue and you moaned in delight at the sensation. You had missed his kisses so damn much… Neteyam tasted your mouth like you were the sweetest berry juice in the whole Universe.

“I missed your lips and your tongue, syulang. I was craving you.” Neteyam said and softly placed a last peck in your lips

“I missed you too. A lot.” You smiled at him, still tasting him on your tongue "I love you too." Neteyam smiled at you when hearing those words he was dying to hear for so long.

“Come, have lunch with me, oeyä hì'i muntxate.” (my small mate)

You agreed and Neteyam took your hand inside his much bigger one, taking you to the place where the na'vi were handling food to each other.

Many curious blue eyes looked at the both of you as Neteyam possessively held you by your waist and talked to you gently.

“I'm gonna get some fish and herbs for us, okay?” He smiled happily at you, like he either didn't notice or didn't care about how all the Metkayina at that part of the reef seemed to be watching yours and Neteyam's every move.

Quickly he grabbed the fish and took you to some rocks away from everyone else, what made you let out a relieved silent breath.

You two ate your fish, that had been prepared on a bonfire - it tasted delicious, by the way. Slightly spicy but also with fresh notes of something that reminded you of peppermint. Alien food was better than you had ever anticipated while you prepared on Earth to travel to Pandora.

"By the way, I'm sorry about your arm. I bet it hurt a lot…" You brought it up, after swallowing a mouthful of fish

"Not that much. I'm strong." He played around but Neteyam truly wanted you to see him as a strong na'vi male. He knew it was boyish but he did it anyway.

He won a quick joyful chuckle from you.

"I was gonna tell you that yesterday but I guess I got too nervous and then too emotional and I ended up forgetting to. I'm sorry, I think I tend to seem self-centered sometimes…" You spoke

"Don't worry about it. You do seem aloof and a little self-centered" You scoffed in a joking manner at his bluntness but you actually said “Ouch!” on the inside.

Damn, Neteyam truly knew how to humble someone...

“But I know that's not who you really are. People just have to take enough time to get to know you and they'll see what I see."

"And what do you see?" Your eyes shone with wonder and your voice was playful

"I see a smart, strong, sensitive and amazingly beautiful girl."

Your cheeks turned red. You weren't expecting so much praise.

“Ok, stop… I'm not all that.” You awkwardly stated, avoiding his gaze

“Of course you are. I don't know why you can't see it, tawtute.”

Maybe because you hadn't heard that a lot throughout your life…

To be fair, you had been called beautiful and smart many times but not the other two. Kate and Adeline would tell you that you were strong when you needed to hear it but you always wondered if they perhaps just said that because they were your closest, best friends and they only wanted to make you feel better.

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After lunch, Neteyam sneaked out with you and took you to a private place on the beach where his hammock was hanging, somewhere more secluded, where the both of you could be alone. You knew just what he wanted and you could not lie and say that you were not craving the exact same thing.

Neteyam took you in his arms, winning a squeaky laugh from you as he lift you off your feet.

Neteyam sat you on his big hammock, your legs hanging in the air and not touching the clear sand. He knelt in front of you and before you knew it, he was kissing you. Neteyam eagerly took your lower lip between his soft, full lips, suckling on it ever so slightly and then pressing his mouth against yours. Neteyam's huge blue hands cupped both your breasts over your white cropped top and you whimpered in pleasure.

"Oeyä tawtute…" he cried out "Let me see these titties" his mouth hanged slightly open with anticipation and desire

Once you let him take your bra off, Neteyam groaned in an animalistic, primal way.

"These perfect soft titties are mine now, oeyä muntxate. Only mine."

"Yours, Neteyam." You breathed, so taken by him and the moment. Your panties were slick with your juices, so much he turned you on.

Neteyam laid you down gently but eagerly on his hammock. He wasted no time and quickly brought his lips to your breasts. He had been dreaming of that ever since the first time he saw your breasts jiggle under your shirt when you were walking fast, troubled with your scientist work. Your boobs were just so different from the na'vi females ones and it made Neteyam daydream about how it would feel to have your small buds inside his mouth.

Neteyam sucked on your nipples like he was hungry and desperate to taste your skin. He licked your sensitive buds swiftly, leaving them hard and wet with his saliva. All you could do was look down at his mesmerizing blue face, staring at his bioluminescent little freckles and moan loud. You started to worry if people could hear but you decided it was not important if they did or not and you just did not care. That intimate, raw moment you were having with your Neteyam was much more important than anything else in the Universe.

He started using his fangs to tease your breasts slowly and you whimpered at the sting but also enjoyed the bittersweet pleasure it gave you.

“If you want me to stop, just say it, oeyä tawtute.”

“No. Keep doing it, please” You asked

Neteyam bit your right breast harder this time and you moaned loud again. The acute feeling of his sharp fangs harassing your sensitive skin made you feel an incredible sensation that lied somewhere between discomfort and delight but that ended up just being incredibly addictive. Your folds were even more soaked by now.

“Neteyam, please, fuck me, baby” you begged “I need you.”

“Fuck, muntxate, you're so needy for me. It's so hot, yawne…” Neteyam's heavy breath collided with your skin, sending shivers all over your body

Neteyam undressed you quickly and took his loincloth off just as rapidly, his cock hard and proud, slightly curved to the side.

Neteyam took his cock in his hand and rubbed his swollen tip on your glistening clit, making your body tremble.

“Neteyam… please.” You protested

“Say you want it.” He looked into your eyes, his big golden irises shining with the sight of you in front of him, his mouth in a teasing smirk. His accent drove you insane.

“Please, fuck me…” Your face showed him how desperate you were to feel him

“Do you want me to fill you up with my cock, tawtute?” He dig for more

“Yes, Neteyam, I need your big cock inside of my pussy, please, please…” It's like you couldn't take it anymore. Your cunt felt so empty without him.

After hearing those enticing words, Neteyam swiftly placed his large blue cock at your soaked entrance and pushed it all in at once, making you moan loudly in sheer, raw pleasure.

"Eywa, how I missed this pussy! Your ekxìn pussy feels so fucking good, my little tanhì." (star) Neteyam murmured as he thrusted hungrily into you, his big, girthy cock stretching your insides and filling you up completely.

Neteyam's feelings for you were just so strong that he felt like no words would ever be enough to express his emotions so, he was trying to show you how he felt about you by loving your body instead, pouring out all his yearning for you through his kisses, his desperate caresses, his thrusts…

"Tawtute" Neteyam cried out as he thrusted roughly into you "Oeyä muntxate." (my mate) "Mine. All mine, yawntu…" (loved one) He whimpered in your ear, melancholic and driven wild by his desire and ardent affection for you "Nga yawne lu oer." (I love you) "So, so much."

Neteyam's breath was heavy and irregular as he pounded himself into you as hard as he could. He needed you so much, he felt like he would die if he could not have all of you, if he could not claim you once and for all. It was so good that he didn't last long and came inside of you, his thick warm seed shooting strongly towards your womb. He hoped to breed you but he didn't know you were taking birth control pills. Neteyam's load of cum was so big that it leaked out of your cunt even as he was still inside of you. That was so dirty and sexy that your pussy clenched around his cock as you felt his warm liquid leaking out of your stretched entrance.

After cuddling for a while, when you were looking to find your bra that Neteyam had thrown somewhere in the sand, he looked at your breasts, the two of them full of his bite marks and a big beautiful smile adorned his full lips, followed by a joyful chuckle.

“I marked you well, syulang. Now everybody can see that you're mine. Oeyä muntxate. Mine forever.” He leaned in for a kiss, pressing his soft lips on yours, so needy. Neteyam tasted so sweet but so unique at the same time. He tasted like himself. Nothing else could compare.

You chuckled. “You're so pervy.”

“But you love it.” He smiled at you, his sharp fangs more charming than ever

“Hey! Just because I'm your mate now it doesn't mean you get to be all cocky again.” You teased, pretending to be angry, as you pushed his arm away with your hand

Neteyam only smiled wider. He was over the moon that you were now finally his. All his. Until the end of time.

Neteyam yawned, body still in full bliss because of the powerful orgasm you had given him.

“I'm sleepy, oeyä tawtute. Take a nap with me.” He was already grabbing you in his big striped arms and laying you back on the hammock with him.

“You're not giving me a choice, anyway.” You chuckled and yawned too.

Soon your tired eyes fell shut, as you felt his warm breath on your skin.

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In the middle of the afternoon, you woke up crying, desperately breathing gasping for air. Neteyam woke up startled with your panicking state. Another nightmare... One of those that left your heart aching and your mind confused for long after you woke up, wondering if it had been reality or not.

“What's wrong, yawntu?” (loved one)

When you realized Neteyam was by your side, still holding you against his warm body, you felt relieved but only seemed to cry more. You buried your head on his soft chest and he just let you cry there, petting your head softly with his hand, his slender fingers running through your locks of hair every now and then, trying to comfort you.

Eventually you stopped crying, sniffing one last time. You placed a kiss on Neteyam's chest, your lips lingering on his skin for longer than they normally would, as if to try and make sure that he was really there with you, that he was real and was not going away.

“Wanna tell me what happened now, oeyä muntxate?” (my mate)

You looked up at his face, eyes reddish.

“I had a terrible nightmare…” just the reminder made your heart ache again “I dreamt you left me. You got tired of me and found a better mate.”

“Tawtute… that's never gonna happen.”

“You promise?” You needed to hear him promise…

“I promise.” He tried to kiss you but you backed away a bit

“What if your parents don't approve of us? Will you leave me then?” You hated how clingy and annoying you were sounding

Neteyam started thinking that he would have to have an endless amount of patience with you. Your fear controlled you way too often. He would have to teach you how to be a little more free. But he would do it gladly.

"Listen, yawntutsyìp" (little loved one) Neteyam held your small face inside of both his huge blue hands "We will fight whatever we have to, whatever comes our way, and we will stay together forever, okay? I'm not letting anything separate me from you. Nothing, you hear me? Nothing." He promised you.

You breathed in and decided you had to try and believe him, otherwise you would end up sabotaging your relationship with Neteyam, you would end up contributing to what you feared the most: him leaving you. What you did not know was that there was actually nothing you could do to drive Neteyam away. He had been chasing you for way too long, he had fought for you like he had fought in the war against the Sky People. Neteyam was too much of a good warrior and too proud to let you go after all that. And damn, he could not imagine a life without you. Not a life where he would be happy and fulfilled, at least. He needed you to see the morning air as fresh, to hear the song of the birds as lively, to see the light of the stars as a guide.

“Okay. I trust you, Neteyam.” You stated, utterly sure of your words this time.

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♡ Epilogue ♡

You felt safe for the first time in so long while Neteyam held you inside his big arms, his body heat spreading all over you. It felt so cozy and just so… right. Like you had finally found what you needed, what you were unconsciously looking for all along.

Safety, trust, shelter… love.

Funny how sometimes when we need love the most is when we push it away the most, hurt the people who are trying to give it to us the most because we're so terrified to get hurt again, to finally trust and be let down again that we would rather keep drowning in our pain and in our loneliness. Pain can feel comfortable, as crazy as it sounds.

You could have never seen it coming, you could have never imagined back on your Earth days that your safe place to fall would be in the arms of an alien in an exoplanet, outside of your home solar system. What a weird happy ending. But it doesn't matter. There's still much more to come. This isn't the end, it's just the beginning.

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Turn a curse into a kiss

Change the meaning of your world

Love makes no sense, love has no name

Love drowns you in tears and it sets your heart on fire

Love has no fear, love has no reason

So infinitely vast and we're standing at the edge

Take my hand, erase the past forever

Love Exists (Amy Lee)

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This is the end, guys 🥲🤍 Feels so good to give Teyam and Reader a beautiful happy ending. Thank you all so much for reading my story 💕

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1 year ago

So Like- Miguel In Suits And Office Wear Would Be My Weakness Honestly, Ughhh

so like- miguel in suits and office wear would be my weakness honestly, ughhh

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saykaundermoon

2 years ago

Ominis x MC based on a oneshot idea i still have yet to write, about ominis wanting to "see" all of MC for himself 🥴💖 ((MC colour variants of slytherin/hufflepuff/ravenclaw here if you want!))

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1 year ago

A Guide to Sex with the FFXV Boys: You’re Welcome

Me and yunicon spent the last four hours doing this so I hope it brings you some vague relief from your sexual tension regarding the boys in black.

We’ve also kept it gender neutral so everyone can enjoy c;

This shit ain’t exactly safe for work so tread carefully.

Keep reading

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saykaundermoon

2 years ago

Ominis Gaunt deserves to have droves of poetry written about him. He deserves flowers and chocolates. He should be cuddled. His s/o should gently drag their fingers across his cheeks and jaw in the glow of soft candlelight. His should be kissed with tenderness.

Sebastian Sallow needs to be gagged, grabbed by the hair, and bitten.

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2 years ago

MC: What's your wand like?

Sebastian: I'm a humble 6 and half, maybe 7 inches, decent girth, it'll get you where you need to go *smirks* kinda bends to the left a little, so I'm hitting spots you didn't even know you had.

MC: Huh?

Sebastian: ..Huh?

MC: Your wand?

Sebastian: Oh!..*holds up wand* THIS wand, heh.

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2 years ago

NSFW Alphabet for Sebastian Sallow

Warnings - 18 + smut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Right after sex, Sebastian is exhausted and unable to form many coherent thoughts. He is ready to snuggle right up with you and pass out.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His favorite body part of his is his arms, he likes to think that he's decently muscular with bulky biceps. He knows that if he's playing with you no matter what you'll probably get a good look at them and he hopes you enjoy the way they look. Sebastian loves thighs, squeezing them, kissing them, biting them, you name it. They're so versatile and plush and he's definitely thought about just rutting his cocking back and forth between your shut thighs to get some friction.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He's a slut for wanting to taste your cum. He loves it if he's the one who's initiated the reaction from you with his hands or his mouth, but even if he's watching you take care of yourself he's there to lick it all up until you're clean. For m!partner he loves getting your cum on his face or straight into his mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Sebastian's dirty secret is that he likes to use the underwear that you wore for the day in his masturbation endeavors. (yes he's that guy)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) He's probably had a reasonable amount of casual encounters, but nothing that was ever truly kinky or more than an easy way for him to get off with somebody else's help. He's charming and knows how to utilize it to get what he wants even if it were just a quick handjob or blowjob.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Entire headcannon just for this here. In general either missionary or face-off one of you is in the other's lap glued together. He likes being close to his partner and able to see all their expression and feel every move their body makes.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Goofy or serious just depends on the mood. If it's a situation where one of you is feeling particularly dominant, he usually takes his role seriously. If it's softer lovemaking he's definitely likely to say something silly and have you giggling throughout.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He has fairly thick pubic hair that he does attempt to keep neat since there is so much of it. He has a dusting of hair on his chest and lighter-colored hair on his arms and legs.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Sebastian is never particularly romantic during sex. The best you'll get out of him is him being needy for you and begging, telling you sweet things to try and convince you to give in and let him have his way.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) If he's unable to have you, he's masturbating a lot and driving himself crazy doing so. He takes off all of his clothes and tries to run his hands over his body as you would, but it's never the same. It leaves him very frustrated.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) He likes being dominant or submissive, but enjoys this over a more equal dynamic during sex. He enjoys being choked and in turn likes watching you choke or gag on his cock. Definitely interested in impact play and humiliation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He's the master of finding secluded areas for sex that could get you in a lot of trouble if anyone found you. He enjoys outdoor sex quite a bit for the same kind of reason, that you always could be caught or overheard.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) He's easily turned on when you're slightly angry with him. He likes to push your buttons and find your breaking point until you let him take control and make it up to you or you just take control and knock him down a peg.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Really the only thing he probably wouldn't give a go is things related to certain other bodily functions (don't make me say it)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He likes giving and receiving equally. He loves being able to please his partner and taste them. When he's receiving he loves how you look stuffed full of his cock, drooling and crying. That does more for him than how good it feels on its own.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Usually hard and fast, but he slows down to make things last longer.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) It's not a preference of his, but it goes along with the idea of sex in risky places. If an opportunity arises he's going to take it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Most definitely willing to experiment and try almost anything. He's so addicted to you that anything you asked of him he would try at least once before deciding how he felt about it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He can probably last for one or two rounds especially if it's been a little longer since you've been together. But he's definitely going to be exhausted and overstimulated after round two.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He's open to the idea of things, especially paddles and whips, items that can inflict some manageable pain. He really enjoys having those types of things used on him. He would probably have something to use anally on himself if it wasn't already a part of your anatomy to do so.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) If he can tell you're riled up, he'll spend a lot of time teasing you. Eventually, he'll get to a point where he's feeling animalistic himself and can't do it any longer, but he'll take as much of your time as he can. And then be a huge brat when you do the same thing to him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Low, raspy whispers and sinful, loud groans. Not much in between. He's a sensitive lad and can't keep his mouth shut.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Detailed information about his dick here. He's got a pretty bulky body type with thick, wide arms and thighs. He's got a soft tummy with a nice trail of hair leading down to his pelvis. He has a very soft and sizeable bum. He's about 6 inches hard, obviously uncircumcised, but girthy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) He's a man fueled by a lot of raw and terrible emotions which means his testosterone is going wild and he's got a pretty high sex drive. If you express you need a break or need him to back off, he'll 100% respect that, but be very pent up in the meantime.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He's ready to conk out, rest, recover, repeat.

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1 year ago

X-Men 97’ Nightcrawler x Reader

Warnings: ‼️X-MEN 97’ SPOILERS‼️, smut under the cut, cuteness overload-

A/N: KURT IS MY ALL TIME FAVORITE X-MAN/MARVEL CHARACTER IN GENERAL I ADORE HIM SO OF COURSE I HAD TO WRITE FOR HIM AFTER THE NEW EPISODE. I really hope we see him join the team or at least just more of him!

You were a mutant on Genosha when you met Kurt, he had helped show you and the other mutants around from your ship the island, and you had followed the handsome blue boy around like a lost little puppy. He was charming and mischievous, flirty with a cute fangy smile on his face. After the official tour was over, you asked him to show you some hidden gems of the island, to which he bowed and kissed your hand, “As you wish!” before teleporting the two of you away from the crowd. He had showed you a beautiful, peaceful and tropical spot away from everyone else, where the two of you got to know each other, soon becoming friends and meeting at that spot almost every day

He’d ask you out on a date pretty quick, he’s not shy about flirting at all and will make it clear that he finds you attractive and would like to know you more intimately. He’d take you to a nice restaurant, showing up in a dashing suit to impress you and his curls gelled back in a slick style. Will compliment you on your dress/suit and have you twirl for him to see the full outfit, saying “Mein gott! You look absolutely stunning, liebe!” before pulling out your seat for you like a gentleman and ordering a nice bottle of wine for the both of you to have with your dinner

After dinner you go for a walk around the gardens, holding Kurt’s arm he held out for you. His tail would curl around one of your legs as you talked, sitting on a bench together to view the night sky above the beautiful greenery together. He’d want to know your life story and would share his with you, he’d want to know what you like to do, what you hate, what you’re afraid of, what you love, and he’d share all of that about himself with you as well

After a few dates you became official, more often than not staying with each other in your homes (we’ll get to what goes on in the bedroom later😉). He’s a huge cuddler for sure, wants both his arms around you and his tail curled around your waist or leg. He doesn’t mind being big spoon or little spoon, he’s perfectly content and happy with both and just wants to feel your skin against his. He’s big on physical affection and PDA, he just loves you so much and he’s a physical guy in general. Wants to be able to hold your hand, give you kisses, wrap an arm around your waist, anything as long as he touching you in some way. Plus he likes to show off how lucky he got with you, showing you off and always making sure everyone knows he’s taken. He’s highly sought after, after all (if you ask him)

He’s always got a date planned, he’s definitely not one of those guys that lets the other do all the work in the relationship. He’ll take you to your favorite restaurants, do your favorite activities, anything you would like to do. He’s adventurous and will try anything once, and will always make an effort to do things you enjoy. He will teach you some sword fighting skills, just you know how to use them and plus, do some borderline erotic sparring sessions with him of course! It’s something he enjoys and wants to do with you, but if he ever cut you with a sword he’d want to damn himself to Hell because HOW DARE HE GIVE YOU A CUT LESS THAN A CENTIMETER LONG?! HE’S THE WORST PERSON TO EVER EXIST. He will bandage it and kiss it better, begging your forgiveness despite you already saying it wasn’t a big deal and it didn’t even hurt at all

When you were recruited to the X-Men, he was offered a spot as well so the both of you packed up and moved to the X-Mansion so you could help mutants from there. On missions, he’ll always catch you if you fall and teleport you out of harms way. Definitely flirts during battle as well and likes to show off his skills to you, making you giggle and smile at him before focusing back on the mission. If you get hurt during it, he’ll teleport you to the mansion immediately to the medical room before going to help his teammates so he can get you their help quicker. Will spend lots of time with you and cuddle with you while you recover, you don’t have to lift a finger, this man will get you whatever you want

He does like to tease you a lot, things like squeezing your butt as you walk by or giving it a light smack with his tail. Will whisper innuendos and jokes to you during important meetings and such to make you giggle, to which Scott gives you a deadpan stare until the two of you refocus. His tail will move up your pants or skirt under the table, making your face heat up

He’s constantly winning you over long after you’ve become official. Will still bring you flowers, will still flirt with you, but he’s also the type to be like “Would you still love me if I was a bug?” He does need some reassurance due to his looks and how he’s been hated because of them, like, HE knows he’s sexy, but he wants to make sure YOU think he’s sexy. And you assure him you think he is⬇️⬇️

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Oh he is SUCH a lover boy. He’s more focused on your pleasure than his own for sure, and my man is SKILLED and EXPERIENCED (everyone wants a taste of the fuzzy man-). His hands will be all over your body, even his tail will be wrapped around you as well, and he’ll be mindlessly blabbering on and on in English and German about how much he loves you and how beautiful/handsome he thinks you are. My dude is AMAZING at giving you head, doesn’t matter which genitals you have, he’s got experience with both and will have your legs shaking and your back arched far off the bed during round one. If you’re AFAB, he’d know exactly where the clit is and exactly how to pleasure it, rather than just roughly rubbing it and calling it good. If you’re AMAB, he’d for sure be fingering your ass while sucking you off, his other hand squeezing your thigh and spreading your legs for him while his tail holds your other leg for him, or even smacks your ass with it teasingly

You often insist on giving him head in return, which of course he doesn’t mind but HE IS ALWAYS TRYING TO MAKE SEX ABOUT YOU, when you want to make it about HIM sometimes. He’s so loving, caring and sweet to you, you just want to show him how much you love him as well and sometimes have to get that through his fuzzy head. He loves body worship for sure, so he’d love to hear you say how hot and sexy and handsome and adorable and beautiful he is while the two of you make love to each other, it’d make him cum 10x harder and faster

He’d lowkey be kind of basic and love missionary, but he’s certainly not vanilla. He just wants to be able to see your face and to hold you close to him, so missionary tends to be good for that, but he’d also love it if you rode him and watch your chest bounce and toss your head back at the feeling of his cock inside of you. I honestly think he’s got more girth and length, but definitely not too short at all and would fit perfectly inside of you. He also likes to hold your hand during sex, which may be cheesy but he just wants to make sure you’re okay the whole time

Being in a mansion with many others, it is sometimes hard to find privacy and quiet time for longer than 20 minutes, so he’ll sometimes teleport the two of you elsewhere so you’re not interrupted. When in your room at the mansion though, he likes to make you scream while teasing you to be quiet and that someone will hear you, covering your mouth with his hand or kissing you muffle your loud moans and whines for him. But when the two of you walk out to the living quarters to join some of the others, Jubilee and Roberto will not make eye contact, Morph will give Kurt a knowing smirk and a high five, while Gambit outright says “You know we could hear y’all at it all the way down here-“ before Scott gives you two the disappointed dad look and says “There are children residing here.”

Kurt: And how exactly did Jean get pregnant?

Scott: 😳

Kurt: Yeah, that’s what I thought-

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