#can't say thank you enough marina

[blimbo-buddy]

blimmy.

I don’t wanna sound overly dramatic, but as a trans woman of color i fucking love your human hattie design.

i REALLY love just how unapologetically beautiful this is. and I like how you actually incorporate and realistic features in her.

A lot of times when I see people design, trans woman they seem a lot more plastic and not like real living people so I really appreciate you doing that.

wow, thanks marina! i'm glad you like my human hattie design so much, funnily enough, her design was originally made up on the spot in a small mspaint doodle but it just stuck with me so much

(she actually wears a black, studded choker but I wanted to try drawing her without it)

You don' see many transfem designs with different noses

You don't see transfem designs who have their facial hair or body hair

You don't see many transfem designs that don't have breasts

It's important to show representation of all kinds, some transfems might keep their body/facial hair while others don't keep it. Some transfems may not wear padded bras while some do wear padded bras. So on and so forth, for everybody who is trans

I'm glad that the design resonates so much with you, really! It's important to cover as many bases as possible when it comes to portraying a wide array of people, especially trans folk. Thank you so much again it means a lot!

[sanguineterrain]

im begging you to write a part 2 of vigilante reader because the way you write??? the dynamic between reader and jason??? the sex tension???are chef kiss!!!

thanks very much! part 2 and I couldn't put off the reveal bc I'm just too impatient lol 🫶 but I might write another part post-reveal? maybe? cuz I'm growing attached to these two <3

jason todd x gn!vigilante!reader (nocturne). tw explosions, smoke inhalation, reader passes out, canon typical violence, identity reveal, asshole bruce. jason is in love? jason is in love.

read pt 1 here! | all fics are reblogged to @sanguinelibrary

****

"Go home."

"Bruce, I—"

Bruce looks at you, eyes sharp with fury and... something else. Something older.

The others know how to talk back. You still haven't gained the courage to sass The Batman.

"Go. Home. If you need an escort, I can call Superman."

You take a step back at his coldness.

"Bruce, I know I messed up, letting Hood escape but—"

"Yes, you did. You deliberately disobeyed an order. I told everybody to stand down. He could've killed you."

But he didn't, you don't say. He could've, but he chose not to.

He'd felt safe.

"I had it under control, honestly. He wasn't—it wasn't like the other encounters you've had with him. He wouldn't have hurt me."

That is the wrong thing to say. You realize that after the words leave your mouth and the muscles in Bruce's jaw jump.

"You can't be this naive. I know I wouldn't have chosen someone who's this naive," he says savagely. "You know Hood can't be trusted, and you're defending him to me. We've seen time and again he's rogue. He doesn't make sense and that's exactly why he's dangerous."

"But if you would just listen—"

"Enough," he snaps. "Enough. Go home. I'm suspending you for three weeks."

"Three w—I'm not even injured!" you cry.

"No, but you need the time. You're not thinking clearly. Go. I don't want to see you until next month."

You press your lips together before you say something truly foul. Something about Batman's habit of pushing people away. Something about dead Robins.

You don't let the tears fall until you leave the Cave. This is all Hood's fault. You know it would've been a different conversation if you'd managed to successfully capture him.

You'll take down the Red Hood if it's the last thing you do.

****

It takes you approximately two days to break your suspension.

In your defense, you meant to follow Bruce's orders. You would've stayed put and helped Barbara with research instead.

But not at the expense of civilian lives.

"All units to Canal and Riverview, 10-80. Standby. Do not enter the factory until given clearance from the Bomb Squad."

You turn off the police scanner and stuff it in your drawer. In Gotham, explosions usually come in multiples. If there's one, there's bound to be another. The police are generally inept when it comes to evacuating civilians. You know one of the other Bats are on their way, but you're the closest to the docks.

You glance at your suit. No. If you go as Nocturne, Batman might suspend you indefinitely.

You grab your gas mask and put on a black hoodie and a domino mask. You'll just have to make do.

The marina is blanketed in thick smoke. It makes your eyes water. But in the commotion it causes, you're able to slip past the barriers and help workers out of the factory. It's difficult because without the suit, people don't give you the same trust and respect. But you're anonymous, and that's all that matters.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

You ignore the voice and keep hauling two elderly workers towards the exit. They're barely outside before you turn around, determined to clear every level of the factory.

You're yanked backward by a hand on your hoodie. You nearly lose your footing, but the hand is firm, dragging you towards the pier.

You're spun around and put face to face with a red helmet.

Oh, of all the fucking—

"Let go of me!" you shout, smacking his arm. Hood's grip tightens.

"I will as soon as you stop doing stupid shit. What were you thinking, coming here?"

You pause. Whoops. This isn't how a plain civilian would react to being apprehended by the Red Hood.

And that's definitely not how the Red Hood would react to getting swatted by a random civilian. Shit.

"I was, um, I was thinking I could help," you say haltingly. "P-please don't hurt me, Mr. Hood, I was—"

Hood sighs and lets you go, then tucks his gun into his holster.

"Cut the shit. I know you're Nocturne. I also know that you need some acting lessons because what the hell was that? Mr. Hood?"

A chill washes over you. "I don't know what you mean. Nocturne?"

Hood shakes his head. "I don't have time for this. The building's gonna collapse any second. Stay. Put."

He goes back toward the smoking entrance. Your eye twitches as you follow him.

"Last time I checked, you don't have that kind of authority, Hood."

He turns around and looms over you. "Don't I?"

Anyone else would back down. You might've a week ago. You should, after the tongue lashing Bruce gave you.

But there's no soot on Hood's helmet or vest. He doesn't smell sweet like gasoline or pungent like motor oil.

He was in the factory to help.

Something shifts. Batman is wrong. Batman is more wrong than he's ever been.

Because Hood's not the enemy here. Not anymore. Maybe not ever.

You push past Hood. "It'll be faster if we work together."

"Oh, absolutely not. You're not even in your suit."

"As per your request," you say, flashing a plastic smile. "You're welcome."

"Don't get cute with me, you—hey!"

You dart past him and go straight into the factory. Hood shouts your name, which makes you pause, just for a moment.

But revealed identity or not, you need to clear the building. So you pull on your mask and run faster.

Your worst fear is confirmed when you check the upper level: someone was missed in the evacuation. It's a worker, and she's unconscious.

You don't think about how explosions come in pairs in Gotham. Don't think about how long it'll take to get to the exit.

You take off your mask and slide it onto her face. The smoke burns your throat immediately, but you ignore it and lift her in a fireman carry, just as you were taught all those years ago by Robin. He's the one who taught you how to save people without relying on brute strength or height.

You hope he's alright, wherever he is. You hope he's not too upset seeing you rush into a burning building.

That's your last thought when you see the entrance. Your face is covered in sweat and grime. The heat from the fires is exhausting. You can feel your eyes beginning to close.

"There's something seriously wrong with you," a decoded voice says in your ear, and then the woman's weight is lifted from your shoulders.

Hood grabs your hand, the woman over his opposite shoulder, and you make it out just as the second explosion goes off. It knocks you forward.

Hood puts the woman down just in time to catch you. His arm is around your waist, the other hand cradling your head. His gloved thumb touches your mouth, and you feel his dawning realization as he finally sees your mask on the woman.

"Don't tell Ba'man," you slur.

"Jesus fuck—" Hood starts to drag you. You feel lightheaded. He's moving, and you wish he'd stop. "You don't take off your mask. You never take off your mask. We taught you that!"

"She was unconscious, J'y..."

Arms tighten around you. Everything goes dark.

****

You wake up to the smell of scrambling eggs.

For a moment, you just bask in the smell. It smells like Alfred's breakfast scramble. Bacon. Butter. Golden potatoes.

Then you wake up further and realize that you're not in the Manor. You're in your apartment.

So who's cooking?

You get up quietly, slipping out of your room. You pause in front of the full-length mirror.

Honestly, you've looked worse. Your hair needs a wash, and you're in the same clothes you went into the building with, which are now a little charred. But your face is clean of soot, and your throat hurts only a little.

The kitchen sink runs. You slowly creep out into the living room, keeping your breathing even and silent.

The mess of black hair, you recognize. Sort of. You might've mistaken him for Bruce if you didn't know that Bruce has a lifetime ban from kitchens all over the world.

He's too tall to be Dick. Too skilled in the kitchen to be Bruce. Too nice to be Bruce, too—you can't imagine Bruce Wayne making you eggs. Especially when you disobeyed his orders. Again.

The red helmet on the kitchen stool turns your blood to ice.

You grab the letter opener from a drawer and wait a few seconds to see if Hood's heard you. Then you throw the letter opener with near perfect aim at his exposed shoulder.

He catches it without turning.

Your heart skips a beat. Every time you think you might get the drop on him, Hood reminds you just how competent he really is.

A mix of fear, aggravation, and something you don't want to examine too closely swirls in your gut.

"Impressive," he says. "Dami been training you? Mama Al-Ghul spent a lot of time on his knife lessons."

"Why are you in my apartment?"

Hood sets the letter opener down on the counter and turns off the stove. Then he serves the breakfast scramble on two plates, then sprinkles chives over them.

This is the weirdest kidnapping ever.

He sighs, back still facing you.

"You can't tell anyone it's me," he says.

"You make a lot of demands for a guy who just used the last of my eggs."

Hood laughs. It sounds wet. It sounds like grief.

"God, I've missed ya, honeylove."

Your heart pounds. You try to find another weapon, anything. Hood doesn't give you the chance.

He turns around.

The first thing you see is the stark white streak of hair and the curls you once loved. The curls that were near unrecognizable in the casket.

You were right: Batman was wrong.

[upat4amwiththemoon]

If you still write for Station 19 can I request a Marina x reader fic where Maya and Carina find out R has asthma while on a evening walk? Like the weather is nice and all three are off so they decide not to waste it and go for a stroll? Thanks in advance and if you don't write for S19 then disregard this 😅

Asthma

Summary: Sometimes there isn’t enough air.

Pairing: Marina x female!reader

Warnings: asthma attack that borderlines a panic attack

Word count: 681

a/n: this is for everyone who has to try to hide their wheezing while going up the stairs with someone <3 this fic is literally what happened to me lololol (I have asthma!!)

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Maya, Carina, and Y/N are walking along a small park near their home. The sun is setting down alongside a hill, and the cool autumn air is moving the few already fallen leaves around. There aren't many clouds in the sky, making the brightest stars already visible on the evening sky.

Y/N smiles, closing her eyes as she takes a deep breath, smelling the fresh air around them. They all wanted to get out of the house, starting to feel a little like the walls were falling down on them, especially Y/N, as she doesn't have the same crazy schedules as her girlfriends.

"Want to go up the hill to see the sunset better?" Maya asks, knowing how much Y/N enjoys seeing the sky change its colors.

They all decide it's a good idea, so they start to walk towards the hill. From further away, it deosn't seem like a too big of a climb. However, as they continue walking, Y/N can properly see how steep the hill is. She can feel her breathing get heavier and quicker the moment they step foot on the base of the hill, but she doesn't say anything. It's just a hill, she feels embarrased to struggle while her girlfriends walk on with ease. At the middle of the hill, Y/N's pace begins to slow down. Her breaths in and out are short and quick paced, but she makes them as quiet as possible so Maya and Carina wouldn't hear. She continues pushing on.

Right before the top, the hill becomes even steeper. Maya and Carina are already at the top, enjoying the way the sun is painting the sky. At the last steps, Y/N's breathing turns audibly wheezy, getting her girlfriends' attention. They walk over to her, worry clear on their faces as they try to ask Y/N what's wrong, but she can't hear properly through the thumping in her ears.

She feels Carina’s hands gently pushing her to the ground. She sits down, her panicked eyes moving between Carina and Maya. “I c-“ she gasps, her lungs feeling like they’re collapsing, “I can’t breathe.”

“You have to calm down, bellezza.” Carina rubs her back, while Maya helps her take off the tight shirt she is wearing. “Take long and deep breaths for me.”

Y/N follows Carina’s instructions to the best of her abilities. It takes a while for her breathing to settle down, which scares both Maya and Carina, as they’ve never experienced something like this with Y/N.

Once Y/N’s breathing is normal, though slightly heavier, Maya grabs her still shaking hand. “What happened?”

“I have asthma.” Y/N tells with a sheepish look on her face.

Her girlfriends look shocked, and slightly alarmed they weren’t made aware of her condition. “Where’s your inhaler?” Maya is frowning.

“I don’t have one.” She mumbles, biting her lower lip. “Well I do, but I haven’t picked up my new dose yet.”

“That could’ve ended very badly, bellezza.” Carina sets her hands on Y/N’s cheeks, making her look at her. “You have to tell us these things so we know what to do when something like this happens. You also need to have an inhaler with you at all times.” Her doctor voice comes out, which Y/N usually finds very attractive, but right now she just feels like a scolded child.

“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Maya helps Y/N up, giving back her shirt that she slips on. “Tomorrow morning, we’ll go and get it right when the pharmacy opens.” She states, leaving no room for negotiation.

Y/N nods with a small smile, her gaze moving to the sky. “The sun has already set.” She pouts, feeling guilty they missed it because of her attack.

“It sets every night, we’ll catch it again.” Carina tubs her back while they start walking down the hill and back to their house, now in a much slower pace. “But lets not up that hill again.” She grins, kissing Y/N’s cheek.

[theblueflower05]

Yawnyewla(Broken Heartedness) | Part Two

A/N: It has been a crazy month or so, real life has brutalized me. Sorry you guys are getting this chapter later than planned Avatar + the Omegaverse has been my comfort lately. @cinetrix you have been especially supportive and I lova ya bby. Thank you for making me some Mega Neteyam to keep my writing brain on! The art below is made by her and omg right?

Word Count: 10k+

Warnings: Alien sex. Alien Genitalia. Oral sex(female and male receiving), Fingering(female and male receiving) Cursing. Angst(it’s me, duh) and mild talks about past grooming. Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics.

Summary: You’re the Metkayinan Olo’eykete in training, but sometimes even you buckle under the crippling pressure. Will Neteyam be there to comfort you?

Omega Neteyam x Female Alpha Reader

Series Masterlist

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Part Three>

You only ever touch me in the dark,

Only when we’re drinking can you see my spark.

And only in the evening would you give yourself to me,

Cause the night is your woman and she’ll set you free

-Lies, Marina and the Diamonds

Your life had always been ruled by carefully crafted routine. Early mornings as the sun rose on the glittering sea, and late nights after most were tucked away.

Being the eldest daughter in any family came with its own list of responsibilities. But for you, the eldest of the reigning Olo’eyktan and Tsahik who also happened to be an Alpha, it seemed like you had been born with duty running through your bloodstream. Burdened with glorious purpose.

It had been clear from an early age just what was expected of you. A life, lived for your people, was your destiny.

And at most times that was okay.

You were happy to serve, it was in your nature to care for others. Good Alpha’s, your mother had taught you, are not ruled by ego. Or violence. Strength comes from within, is a honed skill like fishing or net weaving. Strength is taking care of your family. Helping the elderly and the young. Making sure everyone has a full belly before they lie their head down for bed.

You we're a good Alpha, or at least you tried to be. You knew you could be if you tried. If you could just be calm for long enough to focus.

Ronal liked to say that you were more like the ocean than anyone she had ever met. She had birthed the sea incarnate- with its strong crashing, never faulting, waves. It’s vastness. It’s life-giving vitality.

And its wild nature.

There was something unsettled about you. Deep down, you would never be still. There was a need to learn. Explore. To fight and scream and run. An untamed side of you that Ronal and Tonowari had watched with equal parts amusement and hesitancy during your childhood.

From a young age you’d jumped from the highest cliffs. Sailed out past the reef. Engaged in fights with warriors twice your size, Limping away from tussles with a crimson tinged grin and your big blue eyes sparkling.

The older you get, the more you try to temper it. You desperately attempt to shove it somewhere hidden and out of sight. You can't be what anyone wants you to be with all of this restlessness inside of you. You can't support your father's throne or keep your people healthy-

There’s no room for it. For you, at your core. In your soul.

No one wants a wild woman.

You’d heard it before, it had left a bitter taste in your mouth and a stain on your heart.

In your younger years you were a bit of a trouble maker, but you’d like to think you'd reformed. If only a little bit. It’s not like you truly had the time to get into messes anyway.

Especially not at this time of year.

Though it’s sacred, a time for joy and festivity, it’s exhausting. To say the least. With the Iknimaya ceremony and The Return of the Tulkun looming in the very near future, the village of Awa’atlu was a buzz.

There’s preparations to be made. And endless list of duties to fulfill-

And yet, this migration cycle, you lag.

Usually, you run around like an austrapede(chichen like creature) with its head cut off. Heading to your parents every word. Not getting a moment to truly breathe, your sole focus on making sure that the ceremonies went smoothly-

Something else entirely has your attention. A certain golden eyed man that had bewitched you completely.

You thought you had known infatuation before Neteyeam.

You've certainly had crushes before.

There had been others who caught your eye, definitely.

But this? You’d never felt anything close to this. You think about him when you awake in the morning and before you fall asleep. When you’re not with him, you're aching for the moment that you can find time to slip away and get your hands back on his hard, muscle corded body. Your mind constantly assaults you with images of him. His broad shoulders and long braids. His mouth, swollen and puffy. His deep moans as you bring him over the edge-

“Look at you” Your good friend, Akime, grunts through a laugh. Breaking you from your reverie.

You’d been sat with a group, working on repairing weapons for the Great Hunt that would ensue after the Iknimaya trials.

But Neteyam had walked by with his father.

Doing something mundane, toting heavy woven baskets to the big main Mauri for dinner. His arm muscles bulging in a way that had you greedily tracing his form. He’d only given you a small nod in acknowledgement as he passed. An even smaller smile.

“Shut your mouth-and focus on your whittling. I pity the poor soul who ends up with that lopsided spear” you retort with a roll of your eyes.

You're not embarrassed about being caught ogling. You knew you weren't the only one. The Omiticayan transplant was one of the most gorgeous Omega’s that had ever stepped foot on the islands. Everyone was a bit dazed.

“He’s very pretty, I'll give you that. But he’s so stand offish- I could never see you with a mate like that, yawne(beloved)” Akemi was your closest confidant outside of your family.

A Beta who stood much taller than you and had the brawn of two men but was the kindest Na’vi you’d ever met. A gentle giant so to speak. He wore his dark hair pulled into a loose bun at the nape of his neck most days and black ink tattoo’s swirled around most of his body. A decorated warrior and hunter with the tattoos to prove it.

Everyone had assumed the two of you would mate, until he met his husband. Another Beta Male from one of the smaller islands. The two had all but raised Akemi’s cousin, Roxto, after the abrupt and tragic passing of the younger boy's parents.

“He’s really not,” you sigh, shaking your head as you sharpen the blades.

“Oh? I don't think I've ever heard him speak more than a few words at a time. And he always has that look on his face- like he swallowed a Wonwon fruit(lemon like fruit)”

Neteyam has many skills, you’d learned as you’d spent endless hours training him. Being a social butterfly is surely not one of them. He clams up around big groups, gets nervous and awkward. You find it endearing, even though you know the Omega is really hard on himself for it. He’s actually really funny and easy to talk to when you get to know him.

“He’s shy, be nice” you chide your friend easily. “There is nothing wrong with him not wanting to gab all day with any and everyone”

“Hah! I guess your loud skxawng ass can talk for the both of you. You never shut up” Akemi dodges the small shell you throw at him “But really, he’s so different then what you usually go for-” Akemi goes on and if it was anyone else you’d shove them off. Tell them to mind their own business.

Neteyam had made it clear that he wanted to keep what the two of you had under wraps, at least for now. And even though that wasn't what you particularly wanted, you respected his wishes.

“And what is it I usually go for, pray tell?” your brow bone rises, confrontational and curious.

“People just as annoying as you” Akemi dead pans and you can’t help but snort “You like Na’vi who challenge you. Who are just as bold and loud and daring. Is he not too…soft for you, my friend?”

In the past you had been attracted to men and women who matched the spark in you. And it had always ended in misery. In yelling and fighting and you questioning if you're meant to be alone because in partnerships you seem to always chase away the other.

But with Neteyam it’s different. He isn't a challenge, he doesn't want to knock you down a peg or make you change…he only wants to be your equal.

“Just because he’s quiet doesn't mean he’s soft” you defend the Omega like he’s your own, because that’s all you want. You want to wear his bite “He’s actually the fiercest warrior I’ve ever trained. His skillset is unmatched. I mean, I can keep up with him. But just barely”

Akemi chews this over. Continuing to carve at the spear in his hands “It sounds like he’s impressed you” and that's not an easy feat. You both know. “I'm excited to see his performance for the Iknimaya”

You are too. You can't wait to watch Neteyam shine.

The ocean had not been his chosen terrain, but oh. How beautiful it had been to watch him master it. He rode Tsurak like he had been doing so for years. Uses the crossbow like it had been made just for him.

You liked your partner's competent, and Neteyam checked every. Single. Box.

“If he has you caught in his net, why don't you announce your courtship?” Akemi questions because he knows he can. That he’s your best friend and that you and those walls and that strong strong heart can be open with him.

You hesitate. Chew on your lip for a moment.

“He’s not ready for anyone to know yet” the words are hard. You get it. Neteyam’s not a fledged “adult” member of the Metkayina yet. But many court before their rites, before mating.

“Y/N…”Akemi sighs and it makes your hackles rise.

“It’s fine. It makes sense. He’ll come around after his Iknimaya- that’s the only reason why” you insist to your friend. To yourself.

Akemi purses his lips before he speaks. Choosing his words wisely “I hope that is the case, I truly do. But…you’re my closest friend. I only want your happiness, and investing your feelings into someone who doesn't reciprocate isn't the smartest move, yawne. I just don't want to see you fall into any old patterns”

He doesn't want to watch you pledge your love to another man who's going to stomp all over your feelings. It’d been devastating to bare witness to last time.

You don't like to speak of it. Try not to even think of it. But it doesn’t take from the fact that it had happened.

“I will be fine” You insist, a smile plastered on your face, fake as can be “I’d like to think i’m not that stupid anymore”

Akemi’s nostrils flare “You we’re never stupid, you were young. And vulnerable. You know that right-”

“Please” you interrupt him, head shaking firmly “I don't want to get into this now” or ever.

Most people know not to push you.

That you’d fight back tooth and nail when you feel threatened- but much like your family. Akemi isn't scared of your claws and slick mouth. He’s very much going to push the issue- but is interrupted before he can.

It’s Ao’nung and Roxto, coming down the beach.

Rough housing, tails bumping each other. Even if he hadn't been Akemi’s kin, Roxto would be your favorite of your little brothers friends. He kept Ao’nung in check.

“Y/N!” your brother calls as he approaches- “Sempul wanted you. Says he needs you to help with the Mauri renovations or something.”

He plops down beside you, all the way in your personal space, and you give him a look. Overgrown man-child. Whatever was he going to do when mother had the new baby and he wasn't the youngest anymore?

Roxto stays standing, greeting you politely like the good boy he was. Akemi had done wonders raising him. He turns to his cousin and speaks about plans for dinner for their grandmother.

“When?” you question. You really had hoped you’d be left out of that project, you weren't much of an architect and painting and plastering all day was b o r i n g beyond compare.

“This afternoon” Ao’nung continues.

“But I’m training Neteyam later” you push, your stomach dropping at the thought of not getting to spend your usual time with the Omega. It seems like these days the trainings were few and far between- and after his Iknimaya, he wouldn't need them at all.

“Not today. Tsireya’s gonna have all of ‘em, free diving practice I think” Ao’nung continues, as he reaches for your canteen. Taking big sloppy drink.

“But-”

“Fathers orders, not mine” Ao’ shrugs and you know that he’d had no part in the decision making. Was only an unfortunate messenger.

Still. You snatch your leather canteen with a hiss, standing up. “That's mine, you little freeloader. I hope you’re going to be helping Tsireya with her lessons, your still on thin ice from the Lo’ak incident”

“I am going to help!”

“Good, you better be nice to them” you warn as you gather your belongings and prepare for an afternoon of helping out with Mauris instead of with your sweet Neteyam. Your mood soured greatly.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve been nice lately, have I not? Roxto, haven't I been nice?” Aonung turns to his friend who does nod.

“As nice as Aonung can be, yeah” Roxto agrees and Neteyam punches his shoulder playfully, insisting that he had been a damn saint.

“Uhuh. Keep it up. Tsireya will tell me if you so much as whisper one sideways remark. You boys have a good rest of your afternoon” You give Ao’nung a pointed stare, ruffle Roxto’s hair, and pat at Akemi’s shoulder as you depart.

“We’ll continue our conversation later, Y/N!” Akemi warns, your back already turned.

You just wave at him without turning back- happy to have escaped the trauma laden conversation.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You end up crawling into your bed that night, dead tired. You don't even burrow under your bed mat- instead you lie atop the covers. You have splinters under your nails from the hay like palm that was used to construct the pods. The afternoon had been long and boring, just as you’d known it would be.

But the worst part is that you hadn't gotten the chance to see Neteyam. To taste his saccharine kisses. As you stare at your beamed ceiling you think of only him.

When you fall asleep his face is behind your eyelids.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

After days and days of activity that had seemed to keep the two of you apart, you’re ready to snap. Antsy and eager and needy for just a moment of Neteyam’s time.

The Omega doesn’t seek you out- he just gives you those tiny little smiles and private glances across the fires during communal dinner. It drives you mad, your fingers itch to run through his hair. Your lips want to rerun that familiar path down his chest-

You know he has to miss you as much as you miss him…right?

You don't allow those seeds of doubt to plant. Instead, your brain, desperate for the chemical rush that came with being around Neteyam, begins to plot on how you’d get to see him next.

As you go through the motions of your day, there’s only one thing on your mind and that is the fact that you need to see the Omega.

You have to ask around to figure out where the eldest Sully sibling is- he’s helping out in the orchards. His expertise tree climbing skills of great use.

Hidden in the shadows of the tropical trees, you wait. Lurking like a predator. You feel like a puluakan stalking her prey as you watch Neteyam from a far. He’s helpful and polite, his usual quiet self as he works with the other Metkayina to harvest the ripe fruits and vegetables.

While everyone else starts to head back- he stays. Neteyam insists that can get the ones from the tallest trees on his own. He’s happy to be useful.

Perfect.

You’re a hunter, tried and true. The only place in life where you could hone in on your thin patience, be quiet. Take your time. You move quick and silent, closer to your target. Your heart flutters fast, visibly beating in your throat and your kuru tingling with excitement.

When he’s nearly within arm's reach, right there, you’re prepared to pounce-

-Of course, he pounces first.

A brutal flash of clashing blue as the two of you collide.

It takes all of your strength, years of training, but somehow it ends up with him pinned to the thick base of the Yovo tree. Panting and staring down at you with wide tawny eyes. The corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk.

“Hi” Though you’re a little breathless from the scuffle, you grin.

One of your hands on his shoulder, fingers digging into the hard muscle there. The other pressed against his waist. So close to him that you can feel his body heat.

“Hi” he’s so beautiful it hurts to look at him for too long. Of course, what most don't know about Neteyam- is that he’s a smart ass “You suck at stalking. I could hear you coming the moment you stepped out of the bush”

“No I don't” You cajole, a bubble of laughter building in your fast expanding chest “We’ve barely spoken in a week, and the first thing you do is be mean to me? It’s almost as if you didn't miss me at all”

“How are you gonna know to correct your form if I don't tell you?” He jests, struggling a little in your grip for good measure.

You give him a warning hiss.

This little game the two of you liked to play was usually fun, the push and pull of it all. A teasing filled hunter and prey routine that more often than not ended with Neteyam spreading his thighs as he finally let you have him.

You hadn't kissed your boy in days. You didn't have it in you to wait.

“I was hoping you’d want to tell me something other than how shit you think I am at hunting” you sigh, deep, for dramatic effect.

“What kind of other things?” Neteyam’s eyes keep flickering from your own, down to your mouth. His pink tongue peeks out, runs across the plush of his bottom lip and your knees feel a little weak.

“Things like you’ve missed me” you disclose, because you just can't help it. “Cause I’ve missed you”

You can feel him loosen under your hands, the fight draining. His ears twitch, lowering a bit, and his gaze goes unbearably tender.

“I’ve missed you” he confirms after a moment and it's all you need to hear.

You lunge, groaning the moment you're able to feel his kiss. It’s warm and wet. Full of little nips licks that drive you wild because they feel way too good. An all consuming kind of good- you feel him in your bones. When you release him, your grip on his shoulder falters, his arms wrap around you strong and tight.

You pull away, lips tingling and shiny “How much did you miss me?”

He groans and presses his lips back to yours, annoyed as you keep the kiss shallow. Pecks and light presses while he tries to force his tongue into your mouth. You herd even closer, caging him against the bark. His snuffles, cool air through his snout in annoyance “Y/N, come on”

Instead of responding, your hands begin to drift, fingers dragging across his indigo skin as they take their feel. Oh, this body. How you adored it. His strong shoulders and broad torso, all of that rippling muscle so sensitive and clenching under your touch. Your lips leave his, kissing sloppily across his cheek and down the hinge of his jaw. Stopping only when you can press your face into the place on his neck, right behind his ear, where his scent gland was pumping out that hypnotic musk.

Neteyam’s pheromones are like nothing you’ve ever encountered. They’re knock you on your ass strong, for one. You’d been able to smell him from across the beach the first time you’d met him-back when the Sully’s had descended from the sky. For two they’re foreign and unlike anything you’d previously encountered.

He smells of pine, herby and sharp. Of honeyed tree sap. Of fruit you’ve never learned the name of and the dew that stuck to the foliage in the mornings. It tingles in your nose as you inhale deeply, getting greedy lungfuls of his essence. Very much the scent of a virile young Omega in his prime.

Neteyam gets all shivery when you scent him like this. His head lulls to the side as he presents his entire smooth neck to you like a fucking prize.

It’s heady, the way he gives himself to you. How are you not supposed to be in love with him?

“Missed you so much” he whimpers as you lap at the gland “You’ve been so busy. I- ah, oh-” his speech is broken up. Overwhelmed by your mouth assaulting him and your dainty hand attempting to slip under his tweng “I didn't want to bother you”

You don't pull away when you speak, can't manage to tear your mouth from its ministrations. Instead, your words vibrate right into his skin “Please bother me, paskalin(sweet berry). Bother me all the time”

His laughter is as sweet as his scent, and you want to bathe in it.

Neteyam is an indulgence and you're gluttonous for him.

Screw your duties, whatever was waiting for you back at the village could do just that. Wait. It’s a bit scary how quickly you’re willing to put everything on the back burner if it meant you could spend just one sun drenched afternoon with him.

He looks good, in the shade of the palms. His eyes closed and cheeks flushed as the two of you ravage each other. Your hips knocking into one and other as you desperately rub against him through the layers of your clothing.

You’re completely wrapped up in him. You don't realize how much time you’ve spent just kissing him. You know that you’re needed for just about a billion different things but as you taste his spit you can't remember to care.

When you begin tugging at the cords of his tweng he sobers a bit, squirming. “What if someone sees, the gathering group might return”

“Fuck them” you mindlessly mutter, working at the blasted knots. You want his cock. You need to taste him on your tongue.

Neteyam huffs in amusement, reaching down to undo them for you. He always makes it look so easy with those long nimble fingers.

When he’s freed from his confines, your quick hands are all over him. Pawing at his bare inner thighs, groaning when your fingertips run along his dripping slit. You can already feel his manhood, rock hard, and poking out from the protective sheath of his body.

Neteyam is gorgeous and so, so sensitive. He’s throwing his head back, braids grinding against the bark as you play with him. Getting him all wet and messy between his strong thighs.

“Oh shit- shit, Y/N” he wheezes as you grasp his member in your hand, stroking him until he’s standing proud and fully erect.

Neteyam’s very much well endowed. He’s got girth yes, but Eywa he’s long. You wonder what it would be like to take him inside of you. You’re so sure that he would hit places that no other had before. You clench around nothing, can feel your knot internally swell, just dying to contract around him and milk him dry.

You can't, sadly. Not yet. Or you’d lay him down and sit right on his cock this very moment.

Instead you give him everything else. He’s moaning low in his throat as he squirms, and his hands disappear in your hair. Your eyes fight the urge to roll when his fingernails skritch at your scalp just right.

You're sinking then, down onto your knees. You want to taste him and your eager mouth envelopes his mushroom cock head at once. His earthy sweet taste explodes across your tastebuds and you don't know who moans louder, you or Neteyam.

You enjoy giving oral pleasure, you always had. It makes you feel powerful. You control Neteyam as you suckle on his manhood. When your hands come to play, inching down towards his hole he grunts and bucks hard. Your throat constricts around him with a gag.

Its so sexy. The way he chases his release makes you burn.

His virgin hole is tight, the muscles tense as you circle it with your fingers. The sounds Neteyam gurgles above you make it clear that he doesn't want you to stop. It’s a beyond snug fit as you push a single digit in.

The darker man practically sings. His abdominals clench and you’re pretty sure he’s about to blow-

When suddenly his hands fisting your locks go from holding you close, to pushing you away. You’re only haughtily confused for a moment.

The two of you freeze.

Sensitive ears twitching as the sound of crunching footsteps in the distance.

The orchard is large and full of fruit trees and bushes, making an escape without getting caught is easy enough. You slip behind an enormous berry bush, hidden easily by the thorned shrubbery. You’re vibrating with the thrill though, as you and Neteyam avoid being spotted. Just barely.

You don't think you would have minded if anyone would have caught you on your knees pleasuring your beautiful Omega.

Neteyam on the other hand doesn't look as happy as you. He actually seems kind of spooked. Crouching low and alert as the voices hum in the distance he re-ties his tweng with shaky hands. He doesn't relax until they pass and even then his shoulders stay tense.

“It’s okay, I never get caught, don't worry” You press a comforting hand to his side, and he sighs. Leaning into your touch despite himself.

You can tell the moment of passion is over and you hate it, although it probably is for the best.

“I have to go” you’re mournful of the fact” I’m sure they’re looking for me, back at the village”

His face falls, a little frown that’s cuter than it should be marring his features “Okay…”

You cup his cheek on your palm, making him look at you “We’ll get to be together soon, yes? I’m going out of my mind, I need make you come again”

Neteyam bites the inside of his lip hard “Soon” he agrees.

It takes everything for you to leave him in the orchard and not drag him straight to your bed.

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There are more moments like these as the weeks go on.

Stolen flashes of intimacy.

The two of you sneaking in kisses and groping touches wherever you can. It's always white hot, and over way too soon and somehow you feel even more desperate and strung out after them. Like you’re only getting a taste of what you so desperately want to savor.

You think you’re handling it pretty well. Hiding your split attention-

It all comes to a head at dinner.

The Inknimaya celebrations are only days away and the largest Mauri, the communal one right in the center of the village is packed to the brim with buzzing Na’vi.

You’re sat with your family and a group of high standing village leaders at the head of the meal. Tsireya on one side of you and your very pregnant mother on the other. Your Father sits, right in the middle, and Ao’nung to his side.

There is discussion of the rites and who will be present to officiate them and witness them.

You’re barely listening, so exhausted it’s hard to keep your eyes open. You could blame it on your busy day but really, it's because you and Neteyam had spent last night tangled in each other until the early hours of the morning eclipse.

You meet his gaze from across the crowded room.

Neteyam looks as tired as you feel. And still, he grins. A barely there thing just for you. When his hands move it’s subtle movements while no ones paying attention.

He signs, just the way you’d taught him. Only one word.

Tonight.

“Y/N- are you listening?” It’s your mothers voice, firm and cutting and breaking you from your own head.

“Of course” its an automatic lie as you pick at a piece of fish from your plate. You hadnt heard a thing she’d said.

She gives you THE look. A severe one that could make children cry. Good thing you aren't a child anymore.

You try not to feel too embarrassed by her obvious chiding as you rejoin the conversation.

“We were speaking about the First Hunt- there’s been many Nomura(giant man o war style jellyfish) just beyond the reef. Y/N, what is your stance on this matter?” An elder says, voice weary and weathered.

“This is not out of the norm for this time of year. All will be fine, we can set up a perimeter around the young hunters performing their rites” you nod, affirming him while not feeding into the hysteria. Elder Makiao was an anxious man after all.

“Are we sure that’s smart?” The cutting comment is made by the person you like the least.

Vaeyu is an Alpha and vetted warrior from a good family. He has high standing in the clan, and sits on your fathers council. Tall and broad, with dark ink splashed across his angular face and his meaty right arm almost blacked out with intricate tiny tribal markings.

He’s always got something to say and you sincerely wish that you could tell him to shut the fuck up.

Politics don't work that way, unfortunately. “Why would it not be smart? It is tradition, we will perform the rites as we always have, will we not?”

He nods, mulling it over, his lips pursed “Of course I would like to see them performed as they should be but we have…different members attempting this cycle. I would hate for any of our new Omiticayan friends to be put at even more of a disadvantage then they already are”

A surge of protective anger rages through you- years ago you might have lunged at him. But you’ve learned better, about controlling your own feelings. And about dealing with scum like Vaeyu.

You try to keep the appearance that you’re unaffected, for you know it will only fuel him if he can tell that he’s bothering you “I’m assuming you’re talking about Neteyam?” and you want to kill him for doing so.

“The eldest of the Forest children, yes” He goes on and really. The disrespect is dripping from his tone like venom. The fact that he hadn't even had the decency to refer to Neteyam by his name makes

“Neteyam is not a child” you speak slowly and control your tone. Not allowing your pheromones to spike with your annoyance “He’d already passed his rites back home, and is only repeating the process here out of respect”

Your father, ever observant, can see right through your attempt on staying civil and cuts through the tension with his deep timbre “She is right, he has shown nothing but competence since arriving. And from what I have seen, has excelled in training. I trust my daughter's abilities as a karyu. The boy will be given his chance as all others are”

Tonowari is cheif; he’d always given his people the freedom to question him. The openness to have meaningful conversation.

But everyone knew that directly challenging him is off limits.

“Ah. I see” Vaeyu deducts, using his sharp bladed knife to peel the skin of a fruit “Of course, Olo’eyktan. I trust your judgment. We will just have to hope he can keep up; you know the smell of blood draws those nasty creatures in”

The talks stray onto different topics and you try to get over the bitter taste left in your mouth.

You never want Vaeyu to speak of Neteyam again. If it was up to you the older warrior wouldn't even be able to look in his direction. Neteyam was too good for the likes of him.x

You’re more than happy when the man gets up and makes his leave, retreating for the night with his pregnant mate. Once upon a time the sight of his hand on her lower back and her cradling her stomach would hurt you. Now you’re just relieved as you watch them leave.

Your sister gives you a sympathetic pat on the hand.

The dinner on your plate is picked at, you can barely eat with the excitement of seeing Neteyam again bubbling. Tonight is going to be special. You’re going to give him the necklace you’ve been working on. He liked to act bashful, but you knew he loved your gifts and this one was the most important yet.

You offer Ao’nung the rest of your food, not wanting to waste, and try to make your exit.

“You have been very far away as of late”

Of course it can never be that easy.

Your mother is Tsahik for a reason. She is all knowing, with her keen eye and sharp senses, the tribe likes to say she has special Eywa given powers and you believe it. You just absolutely hate when she uses them on you.

Of course she’d notice you being off, even when you we’re trying so hard to keep it hidden.

“I am not sure I know what you mean” you feign innocence “I have been tired, and very busy, yes”

“No” she continues in that tone of hers. Her eyes that are more green than blue boring into you “That is not it. You have been distracted, and if you do not wish to tell me I will not pry, but I need you to recenter”

“Sanok-” you start with a grumble.

“During the festivities, there will be Metkayina from neighboring islands coming in. I want you to think about what we’ve spoken of, about you finding a mate this cycle”

Your ears pin to your head and you can feel your face get hot. No, she’d spoken and when you’d try to insist that you are not going to go through with an arranged marriage she’d dismissed you.

“I am not interested-”

“In performing your duty? You will be Olo’eykte, you will pass the title down to your children. You need heirs, Y/N. By the time I was your age I was already pregnant with Tsireya” Ronal softens, she can tell how uncomfortable you are but this conversation is vital “I want to give you the space to choose. There will be many eligible Na’vi, all looking to court”

You’re tense all over. By the ways she’s speaking you’d think you were an old woman and not one who had just celebrated her twenty first name day.

“Tell me that you’ll at least think about it- Tonowari, please. Help me here. This is important is it not” Your mother plays dirty and calls your father in for backup.

There is not much on Eywa’Eveng that you could deny your father. You are dedicated to him. Closer to him than anyone else.

When he speaks its gentle and encouraging “We just want you to be happy. You are at the age where you should be starting your own family, I want to meet my grandchildren”

You feel trapped, impossibly so.

Mating had been the one thing that you’d refused to surrender to your chosen destiny. Being the next Olo’ekyte could have everything else but you so deeply wanted to find someone who loved you.

You want to tell them that you think you’ve already found a mate. You’re sure your mom wouldn't like it, wouldn't think Neteyam is suitable but your father would support you. You just know it.

It’s not the time.

Instead you just not tersly “I will consider it. Am I free to go?”

“My daughter…” Tonowari frowns, wanting to reach, but keeping his hands at his side anyway.

“Please. I am tired”

Your father just nods. You dont stay around to hear the worried words your family shares.

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The moons are high in the dark, star speckled night sky as you lounge in soft grass. You’d never spent much time here, in the little island forest, before Neteyam and yet now it’s become your oasis.

The hidden spot where you could come and release everything. Your fear and doubts are harbored by the trees. They’re good secret keepers.

“You’re distracted tonight” Neteyam remarks as he meets you in the meadow. It always takes him a little longer to get there, he has to wait for his family to fall asleep before he takes his leave.

“Sorry”

You try to put on a brave face, but when he lies down next to you, both of you on your sides facing on another, and places a large, callused hand on your hip you melt.

He doesn't have to say much to make you soft for him, he’s spent months tenderizing your heart.

“Talk to me” Neteyam urges softly as his thumbs rub patterns into your hip bone. “What happened?”

You close your eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the comfort. “I’m just tired, Tey. I feel like- I can never really satisfy anyone, you know? And I try really hard to.”

He hums in understanding “I do know what that is like. Is this about your parents?”

Your silence is the only answer he needs. You, after all, are rarely ever silent.

“Back home I was going to be Olo’eyktan and while I accepted it, I was always kind of dreading it. Counting down the days until any semblance of my life being my own was over” you don't know it, but he’d never told anyone this. You listen raptly “The responsibility of making sure everyones taken care of, its alot”

You smile, because yeah. Alot is an understatement.

“I’m just letting you know that I know how it feels. Truly. And whenever you need to; we can talk about it, one eldest sibling to another” Neteyam’s kind words go straight to your head. They make you feel dizzy, so cared for and adored.

He’s what you’ve always wanted. All of your fantasies and desires rolled into one. You’re convinced that Eywa had brought him to you. Carried him to you by ikran back on the strong east wind.

You want to mate with him. More than anything, you want to bond him. Would it scare him off if you told him so? You don't want to lose what hasn't even had it’s chance to fully develop.

“I made you something” Your words seem to shock him, if only for a minute, and he groans and rolls his eyes.

“Another gift? Really, Y/N?”

“Don't pretend you don't love them” you tease as you reach for the small satchel you’d brought with you. You grab at its contents and hold it tight in your hand. You’re nervous, terribly so, as you present the jewelry to Neteyam.

This isn't like the spear, or the blanket or the fruit. For Metkayina, this is serious business.

“Oh” he says as you hand over the necklace that you’d spend countless hours working on. “It’s is gorgeous, wow”

He takes it from you and marvles at the care you’d put into it. The necklace is made of leather, and adorned with pieces of carefully polished dark blue seashells. In the center dangles a single pearl, black as night and rare. You’d shucked an endless amount of clams to find one that felt right.

“Do you accept it?” you question as his eyes trace the piece of jewelry.

“Well, I have not rejected any of your gifts yet” Neteyam jokes dryly “I’m not about to start now.”

He doesn't know then. That if he accepts it then he will be accepting your hand. That he will be agreeing to be your mate. In Metkayina tradition, he’d give you a necklace back, one that would sit right where his bite would on your delicate neck.

He requests that you help him put it on but you decline.

This isn't something to adorn tonight, if he still wanted to wear it in the cold light of day you’d be happy to help him fasten it. Once he puts it on, he can never take it off. You’re sure he isn't aware of the fact and you wont trick him- but also don't have the energy to tell him in that very moment.

“Well I can't wear it because your being weird” Neteyam starts, brows knitted “But I still wanna thank you for it”

“Thank me, huh?” you smile as you reach to pet at his braids. Sweet, sweet man.

“Mhmm” Is all Neteyam says as his hand travels from its place on your hip, down, To play with the hem of your pink skirt. It's very clear what he wants, so you roll over onto your back and spread your legs, making it easier for him to get it.

He works you out of your coverings with ease.

Your needy pussy is sticky- strings of wetness stretch between it and your tweng as Neteyam peels it off. He groans at the heady sight. His nostrils flare and his mouth waters.

“You talk so much about how good I taste” Neteyam grumbles into your skin as he presses deep kisses into the skin of your belly, sinking ever lower. Over your naval. He traces the pretty swirling ink of your tattoos, the ones that cradle your hips and lead him right where he wants most.

He mouths at that tender crease between thigh and labia “But your cunt is Eywa sent, I swear. So sweet”

You're panting, chest concaving intensely as his face disappears between your thick thighs. You feel no shame at him staring at where you’re drenched and throbbing for him. If anything you spread wider, showing him the pretty blushing insides of your light blue gash.

Neteyam dives in, nose first. His snout rubbing at your lips, inhaling your essence eagerly. You can't help but smile, happy that he loves the way you smell. That it’s reciprocated. Two of you so compatible.

When his wide tongue laps over your puffy slit, catching on your swollen nub you cry out. Your hands fly to the back of Neteyam’s head, holding onto the braids for support. Tugging ever so slightly, just on the right side of painful. You hump at his face, shoving him closer.

Neteyam’s a messy pussy eater, he dedicates his whole being to getting you off. He uses his entire face; his mouth but also his nose and his chin and cheeks. Soon enough hes completely messy, covered in your slick as he sloppily feasts on you.

“Oh, Great Mother!” you wail when he sits up a bit, hooking your thighs over his broad shoulders, before digging back in. He’s everywhere, there's not one part of your sensitive core that he’s not licked against. “Neteyam!”

When you come for the first time, it's with a violent arch of your back and a squeal. The pleasure makes you seize and shake as it washes over you in a tidal wave. Neteyam rides it out, his mouth following your arching pussy- drawing your orgasm out beautifully.

As you start to come back down, his chin is pillowed on your inner thigh and he's looking up at you with pleased amber eyes. So shy and proud of himself for being able to get you off. His face is sticky and gleaming with your cum. You never want to forget this image of him, you want to engrave this memory somewhere deep and timeless. You think that you will need to visit the Spirit Tree soon.

“Felt good?” he verifies and you grin, nodding, still coming down.

“So good, I love it when you tongue fuck me” you sigh, still spread out for him. Your pussy aches- from over sensitivity. From the need to be touched again.

Neteyam just blushes a little at your vulgar words, sometimes you forget that he’s still very new to all of this. Each time you guys are intimate, he explores a bit more of his sexuality.

He holds your gaze as his fingers begin to toy with your folds. There’s something so erotic about it all, the way that the two of you never break eye contact. Communicating silently as Neteyam rubs at your hard clit. Sharp jolts of pleasure make your hips twitch. But still, you try to be still. Encouraging his tentative touches. When his digit swirls around your hole for a moment before sinking deep your eyes roll until they close and your head presses back into the ground.

You’re meant to be filled, your body designed to squeeze around whatever enters it and not let go. It doesnt care if its a cock or fingers or tongue, your pussy is greedy.

Neteyam bites his bottom lip bloody as he watches your core hungrily eat his fingers. First one, and then two, and then before long he's pumping all there in and out of your wet snatch. A part of him wants to tuck his thumb against his palm and shove his entire fist inside-

He’s rock hard in his tweng, undulating against the ground as he watches your hips chase his hand.

“Knot my fingers” he begs over your pathetic sobs “Please, I wanna feel it.”

It’s too much.

His eager words paired with the constant perfect rhythm in which he’s pumping his digits in and out of you. It’s not hard to grant his request. You cry out as you come, again. This time, you don't stop your body from doing what it instinctually needs to. You reach down between your legs to grab his wrist, firmly pressing his hand to your pulsating pussy. If he wants to feel, you’ll let him. Your knot swells inside of you, impossibly tight, as it locks around Neteyams long fingers.

His wide eyes stare up at you in unfiltered awe as he feels you from the inside. It’s wondrous, like nothing he’s ever experienced. He feels very special in that moment, that he gets to share this with you. Very special and very fucking horny.

“Holy shit” is his clumsy, blunt response to it all. You giggle fondly and shake your head.

“Do you like it?” You inquire as you rhythmically pulse.

He groans and presses his head, his entire face into the safe plush flesh of your thigh “I do” he admits “I want to feel it around my dick so bad”

That starts a whole new round of neediness and the two of you go at it like animals under the bright moonlight, surrounded by fluorescent flora and fauna.

You’d sworn that you’d be smarter- wouldn't stay out as late so that you could go through the upcoming day a little less exhausted but by the time the two of you are done, the sky is painted pinks and purples and the morning eclipse is dawning.

You’re lying with your head pressed to his chest and your leg thrown across his both of his. You know you should get up but you don't want to make the long trek back to the village. You whine about the decided meeting spot as the two of you sit up, knowing that you need to get ready to return.

“Why do we have to go sneaking around in the bush? I do have my own Mauri, you know” you’d sassed him, as you look for your top in the grass.

“And what if someone catches me coming in and out of your place? Yeah, no. I don’t think that is a good idea”Neteyam had protested, flustered at even the thoughts . It would be so obvious.

A frown tugs at your lips at his words. “Would that be so bad?”

There's a pregnant pause before he speaks again “I mean…I thought we had agreed to keep this private. If people start seeing me sneaking in and out of your home at all odd hours it’s not going to be hard for them to put together what’s going on”

Your heart drops a bit at that, and you feel more naked than you had moments before. “What are you…ashamed of what we’re doing?”

“I’m not ashamed…I just don't want that label, Y/N” Neteyam sighs like you’re being unreasonable and it’s like ice water in your veins. “I don't want people to look at me differently because of this”

It's hard to speak around the lump in your throat “Because of what? Me courting you? Why would that cause anyone to feel differently about you?”

“It's just, it’s different for you. There are different expectations in place. You’ve done this before.-”

“As you love to remind me” the laugh that escapes you is humorless as you locate your top and slip it back on. You already feel vulnerable, there's no need to psychically be so too. “ I’ve never once held it against you or made you feel bad about being a virgin, but you constantly throw the fact that I've been with other people in my face.”

“That’s not it-” Neteyam insists as you stand, he tries to reach for you but you side step in and grab your tweng instead. He looks so lost, like he’s trying to untie the knots in his head. You know that Neteyam has a hard time transmuting his thoughts into words and usually you’re patient with him but right now? Right now you’re too hurt to wait for him to find the words to insult you with. “I dont- I dont care if you’ve been with a ton of other people, It doesn't matter to me. That’s not why I feel uncomfortable with the village knowing”

“The mere fact that you’re so eager to call it a ton tells me that it does” you're wrapping the ties of your covering around your tail and ignoring your shaking hands as emotion bubbles up violently “I’ve only ever been intimate with three people, including yourself. Did you know that, Neteyam? I’m not the huge whore that you think me to be”

Neteyam looks down at the ground shamefully. He hasn't even reached for his own tweng yet. It’s like he’s stuck, his head going a mile a minute. Too fast for his body to catch up with.

“When I told you I wanted to court you I wasn't lying. I’m not sure what that means to you, or the people back in the forest, but here it means that I see you as a potential mate. I didn't realize that you’re too embarrassed of me to see me as the same” you’re going to start crying, you can feel it.

This moment had already happened to you, years before. You’d already been rejected by someone you thought wanted you- you never thought you’d allow yourself to happen again.

Eywa, how fucking stupid can you be?

The familiar feeling is devastating. You feel soiled and used.

“If you can just be reasonable- If we can-can talk. I don't know how to make you understand that this isn't all about you” Neteyam is stuttering, finally reaching for his own tweng but you’re checked out.

How does one be reasonable when their heart is breaking?

“It’s fine. There’s nothing to talk about. I’m sorry that I misread this whole thing. My mistake.”

You’re off before he can get another word in, storming through the foliage as fast as your feet can take you. The tears that had been building only fall once you’re out of eye sight.

You can hear him calling for you, pleading for you to come back.

You leave him there, half naked in the woods.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The Iknimaya ceremony comes all too fast.

The days since you and Neteyam’s fight in the forest had all been a blur. You were too busy to focus on your fractured feelings. No one had even truly known about the two of you, so it’s as if life moves on as though it had never even happened.

That might be what’s most painful about it all.

You have duties to fulfill, and you’d like to pretend like they keep you from focusing in on that pain. You help where you’re needed- and even where you’re not. It’s left you drained and bone tired, but distracted enough to maintain.

As you and your sister get ready for the long day, she notices how sluggish you are. Dragging yourself through the motions.

“When was the last time you slept?” Tsireya asks as she watches you dress.

“I’ve been busy as of late, Reya” You take care as you ready yourself. Donning traditional Metkayinan ceremonial drab- your blood-orange tweng is intricate and the shell headpiece you wear connects with your barely there top. You brush your long midnight hair until it’s glossy and bouncing, the ends of it reaching the base of your tail as it falls down your back in waves.

You’d always had a healthy dose of vanity.

You know that you are attractive, pretty. Shockingly so, as you’d been told. Blessed with thick eyelashes and feminine features. Your whole life,many have spoken about how favored an Omega, to which you’d never taken offense. You’d inherited your mothers looks, as had Tsireya. Small. Compact. Unexpectedly vicious.

You use your looks as a weapon, just as everything else, your little sister is well aware of the fact. She knows that you’re overcompensating with appearing attractive for the fact that something has happened.

“I’m worried about you. You can try to fool everyone else, but you’re not fooling me, sister. I know that somethings wrong” Tsireya is sweet, but firm. She’d always had that air around her.

Caring yet severe. She was all Alpha no matter what people might think about her docile temperament.

“It’s not like speaking about it would change anything” you mutter, if anything, it would bring the pain front and center.

“Don’t be a coward, Ma Y/N. You know better than anyone that the only way over something is through it” Tsireya’s blunt, but without an ounce of malice.

She knows how to handle you and knows that tough love is oftentimes better than coddling like comfort when it comes to you.

It works.

“Neteyam rejected my courtship”

“You lie” she accuses in a gasp, and you just glare at her. “But- he’s so interested in you”

“Obviously not” it’s flippant. You don’t even want to meet her eyes. You’d been under that impression too.

“Something is being lost in translation here, sister. Neteyam likes you. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I can feel it everytime the two of you are around each other” your sister insists and it’s like salt in the wound.

“Sometimes things aren’t what they seem. It’s not as though this is the first time I’ve been wrong about someone’s intentions for me” the words are hard to admit and taste like acid in your mouth.

“Neteyam couldn’t be any more different than Vaeyu. The two might as well be night and day- this situation can’t be the same” Tsireya insists and you bite your tongue.

“No they’re not the same. But their feelings, or lack there of, are”

Vaeyu had never been particularly kind to you but there had been a time when you naively believed that he truly cared about you.

Before your Iknimaya, which should’ve been the first warning sign, the older warrior had courted you.

He, like Neteyam, had wanted to keep it a secret.

Vaeyu took your virginity before telling you that as an Alpha himself, he would never mate with another Alpha.

You were too much for him. Not at all a suitable mate. He’d be embarrassed to be with you…

The scene that had played itself out just nights before in the forest with Neteyam had been all too familiar.

“Just once” you start, voice shaky as you focus on holding back all the hurt you've felt “I’d like to be wanted back. Truly. By someone who sees me as I see them”

“Oh, Y/N” Tsireya breathes as she grabs your hands and holds them tightly.

You don’t have the time to weep, but it feels nice, standing in your Mauri with your sister for that fleeting moment.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The Metkayinan Iknimaya is a difficult and dangerous task to achieve.

The Akula hunt is fierce. An entire team of warriors working to bring down the wild beast. Many had died in their efforts. The massive sharks are armored with very few weak spots. They’re extremely difficult to kill.

Today would be no different. There would assuredly be some injuries- you give a brief prayer to the great mother for no casualties.

The to-be warriors line up on the shore and your mother, Tsahik Ronal, passes each. Chanting over them, and drawing a line across their face- from temple, over the bridge of their noses- to other temple, with white paint.

May the Great Mother take you into her arms. The Sea is your home before your birth, and if you should die, you will return to it in the afterlife.

You try to keep from staring at Neteyam, who’s tall and fierce and armed with the spear you’d given him.

The two of you only meet eyes briefly as he mounts his Tsurak. Right before he sets out. There’s so much unsaid and there’s no time to say it.

Instead you give him a firm nod.

You’d trained him. Had seen him in action. He could do this. You have full faith in him.

He only nods back.

The hunt makes you jittery, lights your blood on fire. You love this. Watching hunters draw first blood and make a clean kill. A primal part of you is dying to get in there. To join the fight.

It all happens in a rush- one minute the warriors are out on Tsurak back, headed for the deep. It’s harder to see where what’s going on as you stand with the crowd on the beach but you know from experience the energy filled pursuit that is going on right under the surface.

This year- it’s quick.

So much quicker than the years prior.

The crowd murmurs, almost confused, as the hunters return to the beach in record time.

They are no longer children.

Behind them, they haul the large carcass of a fully grown male Akula. Ropes secured around the body, netting and the waves helping transport with the sheer bulk of the creature. Sticking out of his left eye, perfectly launched, is the spear that you had crafted for Neteyam.

“Our hunters have returned, as fully blooded men and women of the Metkayina!”

Your father booms in pride, his warm cries whooping along the people as they join in. They’d made it back, all of them, with minimal damage. In record time. With one of the biggest catches you’d ever seen.

There’s hugs and tears. Everyone seems to be embracing one another. The pride is felt village wide and it’s a communal high.

“We will feast tonight!”Varyu cheers, and hoots follow “Tell me, who made the fatal blow? It is as clean a kill as I’ve ever seen”

You already know. You’d known since you’d seen the carvings on the wood- but the newly fledged Hunters push Neteyam forward and confirm it.

Vaeyu’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets. It’s comical to say the least.

Neteyam is humble, as he always is. It was a team effort, he claims.

His family beams at him. Jake whooping and Neytiri’s misty eyed. Lo’ak is grinning from ear to ear and Kiri and Tuk clap and cheer for their brother.You remember Lo’ak telling you about how his older brother had been the youngest in their village to ever make a clean kill. You’d been impressed then.

Right now? Right now you are stunned. So proud that you can barely speak. All of those training sessions where Neteyam had doubted his ability to adapt had paid off.

He’s a warrior, as he’s meant to be. Neteyam has reclaimed his place in the world.

Your father goes to Neteyam and places his hands on his shoulders. Beaming. “You have done well and proved yourself amongst are people. I am proud to call you Metkayina”

You want to cry. You’ve never felt such emotion. You know how much this means to Neteyam and all you want to do is go over to him and embrace him.

“As the hunter who solidified the kill, you have first choice during Fertility Season. Tell me, son. Is there anyone who you want to lay claim to?” Your father speaks of the tradition. If the kill can be traced back to a single warrior- they earn the honor of having their pick of mates.

It’s ancient, dated, and most decline. You’re expecting Neteyam to do the same.

Instead, he focuses on you.

It doesn’t feel real. This must be a dream. The docile introverted Omega you’d gotten to know would never lay a claim on you, so boldly. In public. To your father much less.

And yet, he does.

“Ma Y/N” Neteyam calls to you clear and true. He’s chosen these words carefully; they don’t stick to the roof of his mouth “I am yours if you’ll still have me.”

Only then do you notice that the black pearl necklace that you had strung together for him hangs around his throat.

A clear symbol of his acceptance of your courtship.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

I’m so sorry to end it there on that cliffhanger but guyssssss. We all know she says yes. She’s down so bad for him lmfao

To my omegaverse besties @tru-blubelle @imperihoe @tiredmamaissy and Cinetrix thanks for all of the inspiration and support!

Omega Neteyam is my fucking religion now. I swear. I’m never getting over how perfect he is. Ughhhh. Sweetest bby boi who deserves the actual world. I love writing the juxtaposition of someone who is so incredibly physically attractive- and yet so socially awkward. He really doesn’t know how gorgeous he is. People expect him to be more suave because of his chiseled features and he’s really just an introverted guy who hates being the center of attention.

Okay so lots to talk about here! I introduced some OC’s! I feel like whenever I get to read about a Na’vi OC I’m like instantly in deep because it’s such an interesting culture and they’re such an interesting people!

I adore Akemi. He’s just an all around good guy who stepped up to the plate and took Roxto in when he had no one. Akemi’s husband is also a fun colorful character and I can’t wait to introduce him to you guys in the next chapter!

Vaeyu fucking sucks lmfao I wanted to write a smarmy Na’vi for the realism of it all. He’s everything bad about Alphas. He totally groomed the reader, if that wasn’t clear enough in the story. Tonowari would have him banished if he knew about it because he’s a protective dad and also a good man who hates creeps.

If you need a visual guide to how I picture Na’vi Male Omega’s genitalia you can find that here!

And if you have any questions about my A/B/O Head Cannons or the way that I’m structuring secondary gender in this story, please don’t hesitate to ask.

Neteyam goes into heat next chapter(I had to split this one into two because it was at 18K words long) so get ready for some wild ass smut😂

Please remember that interaction is key when it comes to fanfiction! I'd love to talk to you guys! Let’s escape to Pandora together!

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[spacebarbarianweird]

Okay so I know you're a big Dadstarion fan. So what do you think of Astarion and Gnome! Tav having a baby. (I'm not sure if it is quite possible given the size difference but let's say it is.) I couldn't help but start thinking about Astarion and a teeny tiny gnome baby the other day. Doing headcanons for this would be interesting I think 🤔

OK, so, I did some research. Apparently, there is a half-official sex guide that says that gnomes don't mate with elves. But there are no breeding rules at all. So, people suppose that unless it's human x elf or human x orc, the mixed kid just ends up inheriting one of their parents' race (so in this case Astarion will probably have a gnome kid whose elven ancestry will manifest in some minor details).

When I write fantasy I usually stay firm on biology issues (some races can have mixed kids, and some can't have kids at all coz they are different species - so they can just fuck without contraception which is good), but it doesn't have to be the common rule at all.

Masterlist

Headcanons The image of Astarion's daughter is inspired by Leroy van Vliet from Art Station (I love the ears)

So, you actually were sure it wasn't possible to make kids.

He is a vampire and he is an elf.

Gnomes don't mate with elves, that's for sure!

Do they?

Right?

When you find out you are pregnant, it's the worst time in your relationship.

You are afraid you don't remember being assaulted. Astarion blames you for infidelity.

Then, you are just afraid you can't carry a bigger child without consequences (elven kids are small that's for sure but not small enough for a gnome).

You often quarrel till you end up in tears. Once to twice you hit his knees with all the strength you have while insulting him in gnim.

But to your surprise, pregnancy goes... normal.

You go into labor when it's due and give birth to a gnome, just like you and all your relatives.

But with very familiar silver hair.

A gnome with elven ancestry, that's how it's called.

Astarion feels uneasy holding such a small child. She looks like a toy in his hands.

But the girl grows up looking very similar to Astarion - his facial features, his nose, his hair color, his crafty hands.

Just a different race.

Astarion jokingly calls her his pocket princess since she is small enough to be put in a bag when he needs to go somewhere.

Often, when Astarion takes a job helping an unfortunate person with shitty supernatural contracts, people can notice a little gnome looking out of her father's traveling sack.

"Here, princess, have an apple - daddy is busy"

And the little gnome keeps chewing an apple while looking at the world with her big green eyes.

As she grows, her mixed ancestry shows off.

She is way taller than other gnomes. 4 feet tall! A giantess!

Thanks to that she easily wears armor crafted by gnomes and the swords are all light to her.

But there is some miscommunication since Astarion subconsciously believes his gnome daughter is a baby when she isn't.

She is short, but ferocious and gorgeous- and you know that at least five young gnomes (three girls and two boys) can't take their eyes off her.

Outsiders sometimes assume she is an elf though bigger palms and a weird shape of ears betray her true nature.

Sometimes Astarion misses the days when he could fit his daughter into a pocket or a bag because now she is an adult who fights monsters and dates humans (because she has daddy issues and a thing for tall men).

But he still can carry her around, placing her on his shoulder while she gets angry for "being treated like that".

She actually doesn't mind. There are not many people who dare pick her up.

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[hiskillingjar]

say you're mine, only mine

Relationship: Ren Hana/OC, Fox/OC Rating: Explicit Contains: Possessive Behaviour, Praise, Groping, Beginnings of Oral Sex Length: 1300+ words

a very kind request from @decafdoodlez for her oc, Rina, thank you so much!

my fic commissions are open, so if you want a fic of your own, enquire within!

"I don't really understand what I've done wrong,"

Marina sat with nervous caution as Fox stood before her, his arms folded and his tail wagging curtly behind him. The gesture was almost as curt as his dour expression, pulling his features down, his sharp eyes boring a hole straight through her.

"Really?" Fox replied with an eye-roll. "You're really going to sit there and play stupid with me, Rina?"

"I'm not playing stupid," She replied, her voice calm despite her nerves, knowing not to move in her seat or try to follow his body as he began to idly pace around the couch. She was a good pet, a well-trained pet, even if he was questioning it now. "I just don't know. If you tell me, I'll know."

"...So, you're really not going to admit to it and earn yourself a lighter sentence, hm?" Fox asked, his voice light but his eyes dark and full of menace as he stared her down. "Or are you so clueless that you didn't realise how much trouble you caused me?"

"Trouble?" She blinked doe-wide, innocent, lavender eyes towards him when he stopped in front of her again, his posture towering above hers, though she never appeared afraid of him. "What trouble, sir?"

His hard expression faltered at her unwavering subservience towards him, which made his instant grimace all the more harsh and hard to make up for it. He might have had a soft spot for pets who knew their place underneath him, but he wouldn't be compelled into pity and sympathy, just because she was behaving so sweetly now.

"You well know," He shouted in a near bark, loud enough to make the young girl flinch in her seat. "That when you are assisting me in the auctions, you are not to say a word to anyone without my express permission. You broke that rule, you get punished. Simple as that."

Marina was quiet for a moment, trying to recall the last auction she had assisted Fox with, before a look of understanding crossed her pale face. 

"I see," She said softly, her eyes flitting down to her lap before going back to his, now acknowledging what she had done wrong. "I understand. My apologies. I won't do it again, sir."

His grimace faltered again, and he felt an annoyed and red-hot flush come to his face as his tail began to wag involuntarily and his ears tilted forward with quiet pleasure.

God, why was she behaving now? 

Why was she doing this to him?

"Ngh-" He frowned a little more, reaching up to cover his flushed cheeks and trembling jaw with his hand. "You can't just...expect me not to discipline you now because you apologised..."

Marina blinked again, feigning innocence no doubt.

"I don't expect that, sir," She replied with a demure shake of her head, her blonde hair falling from behind her ears and framing her face sweetly, innocently, a delicate picture of a woman, a girl, that he needed to protect, cherish- "I understand if you have to punish me. I will try not to disappoint you again."

"Damn it, you can't just act like this and expect me not to...to-" 

What was that feeling? It wasn't entirely foreign to him, he'd felt it before, but never this quickly or...intensely. 

It was like his mind was telling him to be angry, but the heat in his body and the wagging of his tail (and the aching, twisting, pulsating feeling in his heart) was telling him otherwise.

"Just...be careful," Fox finally said through grit teeth, his voice a little softer than before as he straightened up fully, crossing his arms again. "You cannot disappoint me again, Rina. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Marina nodded. "Did something happen at the auction, sir?" She asked quietly. 

Fox frowned again, his tail slowing its wagging and his ears falling back slightly, like she had reminded him of an especially unpleasant memory.

"...Nothing happened," He replied lowly, before letting out an irritated huff, his claws digging into the sleeves of his jacket. "You need to understand that I cannot have anyone else looking at you, lest they...well, start to think about things I don't care for. Start to think they can get close or...handsy."

"Of course, sir." She agreed with another nod. "I didn't consider that. I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."

"Yes, you...you should have been." He muttered, his voice barely a whisper as he rubbed his jaw and flushed cheeks again, and sighed loudly, pacing towards her. "God, how am I supposed to get you to learn a lesson now if you're so well-behaved~?" 

A whisper of a smile graced Marina's pretty face, her eyes flitting to the side as he got closer.

...That smile.

Her quiet but sweet and submissive attitude, the small hint of demure pleasure in her eyes, her gentle but provocative mannerisms...it was enough to drive him crazy.

Enough to get his cock stirring in his trousers, too, despite his anger previously.

"My darling, you're going to be the death of me," He groaned softly, now kneeling on the couch beside her and pressing his face into the crown of her head. Her  hair was soft against his skin, and he found himself taking fistfuls of it to drag her closer to him, her plush body against his. "How can I possibly keep you in line when you're this sweet?"

"M-Mr. Fox..." She mumbled with a delicate flush to her cheeks, never giving away too much of herself at once. "Mm, please-"

It was addictive.

"Damn it, darling..." He groaned through his clenched teeth, his voice a quiet growl as he lowered his face down to hers, golden eyes half-lidded with desire, a desire he readily expressed to her. "You know I can't stay mad at you for long."

When he brought his lips forward, she didn't pull back or wriggle in his grip, but simply allowed him to kiss and suck and nip at her chin, her lips, her gasping mouth as he pleased, readily accepting his probing tongue as he kissed her deeper, his fists tightening in her hair, pulling, moving, guiding her.

And the way she was still being good for him was just so...damned adorable. 

"You're such a good girl for me..." He praised, pulling back from the kiss and trailing his tongue over her kiss-bitten lips, across her cheek. "So good and sweet for your owner..."

"Of course, dearest..." She said quietly, another slight smile on her face as one of his hands trailed down from her hair and to her trembling chest.

Though that attention really couldn't be helped...what did she expect, when her assets were just so perfect?

"Mm..." She moaned softly, prettily, (like it was something she had practiced and perfected just for him), biting her lip as he peeled up the bottom of her very sensible and very modest sweater. and started to grope and squeeze her breast with a little more force and intention. 

"You know, darling, if you want to make up for your mistake now..." He smirked lightly, his voice still barely above a whisper as he trailed a claw over her swollen nipple, listening to her moans and whimpers. "I can think of a number of ways to do that right now..."

Marina couldn't hold back a little sigh and a falter in her own expression, as she slid off the couch and settled down on her knees in front of him, giving him enough room to sit on the couch, legs spread and wide open, and peel down his trousers.

"Yes sir," She said obediently, her hands scraping back her hair (lest it get in the way of the task at hand) as he eased his cock from his briefs, working his fist up and down to work himself to full hardness. "Of course, sir..."

"Good girl~"

[punkeropercyjackson]

Genuinely curious why you say Gwen Stacy is a woc. Like I agree she’s trans and pastel punk, but I’d like to hear more about why you headcanon her Latina. I’m white btw so I didn’t feel like I knew enough to speak about this subject and wanted your opinions please. Also, if it’s not too much trouble, can you talk more about her being punk too because I don’t really know enough about any of that either

What a good(and respectfully worded)ask!!!Thanks,i'll gladly ramble about my fave ghostie♡

So Gwen's canonically pastel punk because she is shown and explicitly implied to be a part of punk culture but is also pastel!!She's rebellious,a bully beater,a vigilante,a punk rock drummer,listens to other punk bands toi and has a punk hairstyle and a punk piercing but her wardrobe is only subtly punk and consists of more standard/general alt drips and as pointed out by a mutual,the pink on her arms is actually gloves!Her personality is just so 'soft pastel punk',an archetype named by @theautisticcentre !They should've gone harder with it though,not made her forgive her abusive dad for the copganda narrative despite the undooming claims.In my head she kicked his ass and Jessica legally adopted her

I see Gwen as a lightskin half white afrolatina largely for projection but it also fixes problems in canon and just fits her so well!!'People only know half of who i am' gains a triple meaning(Spiderwoman,trans and biracial),it removes the problem of the racist subtext of her in the middle of the love triangle between two black guys and turns Ghostpunkflower into the perfect ship,punk was founded by black people,Spiderverse needs black girl mcs and not just black women as black fems deserve to be seen as little girls if they are and Gwen Stacy goes hard as name for a black character.Also it makes her even prettier,no?Gooey brown eyes Miles and Hobie are enchanted by,black hair that goes from straight to locs as a hair journey and black and pink hair is a look of all time,soft brown skin that looks so warm despite how cold life has been to her?And hey,if Gayatri Singh can be an indian Gwen Stacy,why can't Ghostspider be a black Gwen Stacy?Canon is bogus after all.I like to think she's into doing petty crime and indie games and kidcore and that her alt hairstyles are an afro and butterfly locs and her middle name is Marina and her favorites foods are strawberry-banana batidas and loaded burgers and she had a y2k phase <3

[pars-ley]

saw your drabble game. weird request but can you do jackson and the genre be idol with the plot having something to do with that video of him inviting that girl on a yacht with him. do you know what I mean? lol and the prompt be ""The way you taste, the feeling of your lips, you're like a drug to me." you can make it smutty. thank you and congratulations.

Title: Feeling lucky Pairing: Idol Jackson Wang x female reader Summary: Meeting a stranger and being invited to a party was one thing, but what happens when you get invited onto the Jackson Wang’s boat party? Genre: Strangers to lovers / Idol au / Smut /  Rating: 18+ (NSFW) Warnings: Casual sex / protected sex / finger play / breast play / oral (male receiving)  / Swearing W/C: 2.4k Banner: @94ugh who smashed it with this one! Beta: @hobeemin saved the day again! Notes: Thank you so much for this request anon, I hope i did it justice for you. Anyone who enjoys this please re-blog or comment or send me an ask, i'd really appreciate it!

You walk along the seafront, watching the sun slowly beginning its descent, preparing for the beautiful sunset. Sighing as the light dances across your skin, a warm caress you had missed while working so hard as of late. There was music playing from one of the boats up ahead, clearly from a party, judging by the amount of people you could see. You stop and lean over the railing, looking down at the sea below, the waves crashing gently against the wall, inviting you to join them and get swept away.

Someone laughs loudly on the boat beside you, drawing your attention again as they throw their arms around someone in a hug. You lock eyes with a man staring your way, completely oblivious that you are being watched, and his lips tug up into a sweet, sideways smile. Your cheeks flush slightly as you return one to the handsome stranger.

You can't help but think you've seen him before but unable to connect the familiarity. Glancing around to ensure the smile was meant for you, you notice a few people around with their phones out, filming him. He's definitely someone known, and you've definitely seen him.

He bites his lip and looks around the boat, searching for something, before returning to you. His friends around him are talking and oblivious, but he's fixated on you. 

“Hey yo, excuse me,” he calls out.

You glance around, noting a few eyes on you, and point to yourself. He nods and beckons you, waving an arm towards him and calling, “Come on, come aboard.”

You hesitate, feeling self-conscious as people on the boat stare, awaiting your response. The boat already looks ready to leave.

“Is she going to get on Jackson's boat?” You hear a whisper from those around you and instantly connect the dots. Jackson Wang. 

Your feet are moving before you register the action, heading to the gangway that had already been pulled away from the dock.

“Hey, wait, wait, let her on!” He calls out to the people by the entrance.

The boat halts before it gains any traction, and they bring out the walkway once more.

You can feel the slight hesitation making a knot in your belly, but one look at his face is enough to push any doubt away. Intrigue takes over, and you pull yourself on. The walkway wobbles slightly under you, but you move quickly along it and step onto the deck.

“Thank you,” you say quietly to the two men pulling the walkway back. They nod at you and head off down the boat.

“Hey,” Jackson says as he jogs over to you. I'm glad you could make it. I'm Jackson.” He holds out a hand for you to shake, but when you do, he brings your hand to his lips instead, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles. The feeling of his warm, soft lips on your skin sends goosebumps down your arm, and you resist the shiver that travels through you. 

“Y/n.” Your reply sounds much more confident than you feel under his burning gaze.

“It's great to meet you. Welcome aboard.” His warm smile settles you as the boat glides slowly away from the marina. 

You look back at the dock, growing in distance, biting your lip, knowing there's no going back now.

“Would you like a drink?” 

You relax a little at the thought. “Yes, please.”

He holds out his arm and you thread yours through it, following his lead to the bar. 

The boat was impressive, and there were people everywhere; he introduced you to some as you walked through, and you smiled and spoke politely, but all you were interested in was him. 

He led you to a stall at the bar, where he sat adjacent to you. People seemed to dissipate and give you some space, which you were thankful for. After ordering your favourite drink, you turned your attention back to him. 

“So, y/n, do you live nearby?” He’s completely focused on you, his eyes never leaving yours as he sips his drink.

Shaking your head, you reply, “I'm on holiday, actually.”

“By yourself?”

When you nod, his brows jump in surprise. “What's that like?” The perplexed stare he gives makes you giggle.

“It takes some getting used to,” you admit, “but I love it. You can do whatever you want, whenever you want. There is no compromising, just living completely selfishly, even if only temporarily.”

Scrubbing his chin pensively, he considers your words.

“I heard this quote once, and ever since, I have said it to myself like a mantra: 'Wherever you go, go with all your heart.’ If there's something I want, I go for it. If there's something I don't want to do, I say no. It's quite empowering, being unapologetically yourself.”

He stares at you, grinning, and you begin to feel a little self-conscious. “What?”

He leans forward, closing some of the distance between you. “That is one of the most honest things I've ever heard. I'm actually a little envious.”

Now, that you didn't expect. “Haven't you ever just given into your desires and pushed everything else on the back burner?” you wonder.

He hesitates briefly before answering, “Not too often, I must admit, but it does intrigue me.”

Smiling, you take a gulp of your drink. Your knee rests against his lightly, and the alcohol heads straight to your core, warming you and making you brave.

“You should try it,” you say, smiling at him over your glass.

“Maybe.” His eyes hold yours, searching, trying to read you. “So answer me this: you came on this boat, why?”

Shrugging, you reply, “I had no plans, and a handsome stranger invited me. What better way to spend my evening?”

You note a slight pink tinge on his cheeks and neck as he tries to hide a smile.

“Why did you invite me?” you shoot back.

His eyes narrow at you momentarily, his gaze still baring into you as if he's found the holy grail. “There's something about you. I can't put my finger on it, but it's something that makes me want to get to know you.”

Laying your hand on the bar, fingertips millimetres away from his, you don't miss the way his eyes flicker to them before returning to your face. 

“Ok, next question,” he continues, “you're on holiday, now on this boat with me; what’s today's desire?”

His question was genuine and mostly innocent, but your initial thoughts were anything but. Downing your drink and sliding the empty glass on the wooden bar back to the bartender, you allow your fingers to skate lightly across Jackson's. “You.”

He sits up straighter, eyes darting from one of yours to the other. When you smirk at him, he realises how serious you are, a sudden heat burning in his gaze. You watch in fascination as his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows. “I want you to know that that's not why I invited you on here. All that was on my agenda was getting to know each other.” 

You nod, hearing his earnest words and believing them. “I know, and we still can…later. You asked me what I desire, and right now, that’s you.” Standing from your stool, you slot yourself between his legs, “If you want that too, then take me somewhere, private.”

His hands hover over your waist, lightly toying with the material of your sundress as he mulls your offer over. “Wherever you go, go with all your heart,” he whispers, more to himself than you, you think. He leans in so close that his lips tease yours with a ghostly touch before standing abruptly and taking your hand in his. " Come on,” he says, his voice suddenly raspy with desire as he pulls you along the corridors of the boat. 

You can barely think straight from the prospect of his hands on you as you rush to try and keep up with him. He finally stops, pulling out a keycard to unlock the door you stand in front of, and as soon as that door closes, he’s on you. Your back pressed firmly against the wood, one hand leaning against it, boxing you in, and the other on your lower back, pushing you against him. His lips are on you, hard and urgent, exploring your mouth with his. As your tongues dance, your arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer. He uses this opportunity to slide his hands down the back of your thighs and lift them out from under you. Instantly, you clamp them around his waist as he carries you effortlessly across the room and lays you gently on the bed. Your mouths break apart as he sits back on his knees, and his fingers slither up your legs and under your dress. When he reaches your underwear, he pauses, waiting for confirmation, and when you nod, he pulls them off and tosses them aside. He delicately lifts your sundress, and his eyebrows knit together, pained, as he studies your most intimate area. 

“You’re so wet already,” he whispers. Bucking your hips up in desperation for his touch, he finally obliges, sliding his fingers along your folds until he finds that sensitive bud and begins to circle it like a predator before attacking their prey. 

You moan as your back arches with pleasure, your orgasm a teasing figure in the distance. He leans down, his body above yours, so he can kiss you again, brushing his lips down a pathway along your neck. He pulls the neckline of your sundress down, freeing your naked breasts, and his eyebrows pop up in surprise, making you giggle. But your amusement is soon forgotten when his lips encase one of your hard nubs, and he sucks, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to your core. As his tongue caresses your nipples and his fingers continue the relentless ministrations on your swollen clit, you can’t help but writhe under him. He thrusts onto you, his clothed erection rubs against the inside of your thigh, and the thought of him being desperate for you turns you on more than anything. He lifts his head to capture your mouth in a kiss once again, and your teeth find anchorage in his bottom lip. The moan he lets out is so sinful you push him off you and onto his back, needing to please him and needing to hear that sound again. The surprise on his face would make you laugh if you weren’t so intent on making him cry out instead. Focusing on the button on his jeans and pulling them down his legs, he helps you and sends another item of clothes flying. When you free him from his boxers, he bites his lip, his erection popping out and landing with a thud on his belly. You waste no time in grabbing him and closing your mouth around him, moving with a precise pace, tongue swirling as you go and your hand working at the base. 

“Shit, fuck, y/n.” He breathes as he bucks up into your mouth. You swallow him into your throat, and the whine that escapes him makes you feel smug and satisfied with yourself. You’re torn between wanting to tease him until he begs but being so needy yourself and impatient for a release. Your selfishness wins as you pull yourself off of him.

“Condom?” you ask. He leans over to the bedside table, rummaging around in the drawer before pulling out the plastic foil package. He tears it with his teeth and wastes no time sliding it down his length. You straddle him and ease yourself down onto him as he stretches you most deliciously. You give yourself a moment to adjust. 

He sits up, and his lips meet yours in a slow, gentle kiss, completely changing the mood.

Lifting the dress over your head and discarding it, you do the same with his black vest, revelling at the sight of his muscular frame, sliding your hands down his back to appreciate his body while you begin to grind your hips. His hands find anchorage on your buttocks, guiding your movements and keeping them slow. He hits that spot inside you once, twice, three times, and with each time you moan into his mouth.

“You feel so good around me, my god.” He whispers, his words causing you to clench around him, making him jolt. Rotating your hips, the two of you keep a delicious pace in perfect sync. You jolt when his thumb finds your clit, circling with the same speed you were moving. A familiar pull low in your stomach tightens, your orgasm approaching faster than you were ready for. 

“Fuck, I just want you inside me all night.” you sigh, head thrown back as his lips explore your throat; his groan vibrates against your skin and only increases your pleasure.

“The way you taste, the feeling of you on my lips, you're like a drug to me.” he responds, “I can’t get enough of you.”

One of his hands finds your hair, gently grasping a fistful. He pulls your head to kiss him, his lips devouring yours so desperately you could hardly breathe. But who needed to breathe when you were this close to flying off the peak of the mountain?  

Unimaginable heat consumes you as the knot in your stomach grows tight, and your hips move clumsily but desperately as you chase your release. As the volume of your moans increases, so does his as he realises how close you are.

“That’s it, baby, come on, come for me,” he says softly, sending delicious chills down your spine. Those words are your undoing as you unravel helplessly around him, body twitching and core clenching around him, milking him to orgasm. He clings onto your body tightly as his erection pulses inside you, warm seed spilling into the condom. As you both ride out your high and come back down to earth, you collapse onto the bed, side by side, legs still entwined.

“You,” he says between pants, “are incredible.” leaning over, his lips connect to yours once more, this time seeming hesitant for the first time tonight. You pull him down to you, kissing him back slowly but passionately, and when you break away, he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“You mentioned something about wanting me inside you all night?” he arches a brow at you, challenging your statement. “That can absolutely be arranged.”

Biting your bottom lip at the thought, your core clenches around nothing, and your heart goes into overdrive all over again. “I hope so. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

[story-stew]

yippee!!! okay! 🎨🔫☁️ (im gonna request a lot of splatoon potentially haha)

could i request perhaps a chubby reader x acht fic where the two are alone in an elevator and acht perhaps decides to kiss the reader a lot since they're not a big fan of pda? possibly leading to a make out session? i dont know if this counts as lime or not but i hope this is okay!!! i hope you have a great day or night! :D

Oh this is perfect!! Thank you again anon!

(I need to start giving yall anons nicknames because I can't call you all anon 😭)

I'm also sorry for the wait!

Now onto the thingy

‎‧₊˚✧[ Makeout-Session.Floor ]✧˚₊‧

(🎨🔫☁️👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨) - splatoon fluff

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

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Time to assess the situation: You were in an elevator in a spire that was located inside of a.. weird bleached version of Inkopolis Square. You heard your old friend, Marina's, distressed voice coming from the top of said spire when you came to and immediately went to go try and help.

You weren't alone, though. Your significant other, Acht, was waiting inside the elevator. You both saw each other and began to formulate a plan to save Marina. Unfortunately, when you got to the first floor, you both got your asses kicked because you didn't have any weapons with you. So now, you both are just sitting bumps-on-a-log, waiting for someone else to come along and help.. assuming someone would.

You looked up at Acht, then down at their hand. They had hurt themselves trying to protect you from those weird things you both decided to dub as 'Jelletons'. You felt bad. No, you felt guilty. You let Acht take a hit when you should've taken it. You should've-

"(Y/N)?" Acht started, staring down at you. You glanced up, and you could see their eyes through their shades; they were a bright shade of yellow, and their pupils were eights turned on their sides. They always looked so stoic with their shades on, but so sad when they took them off. "You okay?"

You smiled at them and shrugged. Even if they seemed distant, they were actually quite caring. "Aw, don't worry. I'm fine." you replied, smiling and beginning to stand up. As you got up, you winced at the pain coming from your leg. While Acht had taken one of the hits, it wasn't the only blow you faced. Luckily, the spire was kind enough to provide you with bandages for your injuries.

"Hey, no, stay down." Acht insisted, holding your hand and trying to get to you to sit back down. "You're hurt. You need rest." You shrugged them off, smiling at their caring nature. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Don't worry."

Acht sighed. If you were gonna be that way, two could play at that game.

When you were finally standing upright, Acht wrapped their arm around your waist, making you lean into them a little. They turned so your bodies faced each other.

You gasped because Acht wasn't normally someone for a lot of PDA. "Just because you say you're fine doesn't mean that's true. You need rest."

Then you both stared at each other for a moment. Staring at them made you feel.. guilty.

".. I'm sorry for not protecting you back there. I know I should've, but I didn't, and you got hurt for it -"

"Don't start."

Before another word was said by you, Acht sighed and kissed you, but only briefly, before pulling away. "You don't need to be sorry," they told you, trying to sound as sincere as possible. "I took that blow for you."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to."

You paused. You suddenly started smiling at their words, realizing just how much they loved you. They were willing to take a hit for you, and that meant a lot, especially in situation like this.

Acht pulled you back into that kiss, this time making it last longer. As you kissed, you wrapped your arms around their neck. Acht put their free hand on your cheek.

The longer you kissed, the more you wanted to stay like that forever. But you had to pull away to.. y'know.. breathe.

"I never knew you could do this." You said, grinning from ear to ear. Acht smiled, pulling up their shades. "Well, now you do." You smiled at their smugness and immediately began to kiss them again.

Your grips on each other tightened like someone was going to rip the other away. It felt like an eternity, the way your lips collided, the way you held each other and didn't let go, the way you shared you cared. You tried to speak, but it was muffled. "Acht, I-"

Then you heard the elevator begin to open.

You both jumped out of your skin and pulled away in fear of someone walking in on you both. You adjusted your clothing, trying to make it seem like you two weren't just shoving your tongues down each other's throats.

The door opened and revealed an octoling in an orderly suit with a pair of white dualies in their hands. Next to them was a drone, resembling Pearl from that one popular group 'Off the Hook'. The crown gave it away.

"Yo, you with those fish we just busted up?!" The drone shouted.

You glanced at Acht. They gave you a small, brief, reassuring smile as if to say "it's okay". You smiled back, before turning back to the duo.

"Sic 'em, Eight!"

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‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

[lapelduide]

Listen y'all. I love Simon&Daphne, Kate&Anthony, Charlotte&George and Penelope&Colin. I love all of them and I can WITHOUT HUMILIATING ANY OF THEM FOR FLATTERING ANOTHER. They all are good in their own ways. You can love s1, s2 and QC -i do too- and I respect that but I have no respect for those who are bringing down upcoming s3 for praising QC. Saying it can never be as good as QC. Fr why can't it be? It surely can. Colin and Penelope are complex characters playing by wonderful actors.

You may not like Penelope and Colin but as it has been said before s1 Anthony was unlikeable too and it literally takes 2 episodes for people to fall in love with him. So why can't you love Polin too?

I sometimes wonder are we actually watching the same series with those who are saying Pen is evil and Colin is selfish.

Well the reason I felt the need to write my thoughts down was a comment I saw. A fans comment basically saying she/he and most of the fans -you are a single person talk for YOURSELF wtf- will not watch s3 if there will not be Kate and Anthony as much as s2. That Penelope has so much screen time and that's why "most of the fans" don't like her.

First of all I think toxic Kathony fans need to understand that their season was season 2. They can't have the whole series and can't be the main focus all of the upcoming seasons. GET OVER IT. IF YOU WANT TO WATCH THEM AS MAIN COUPLE GO AND REWATCH SEASON 2. If you are going to watch s3 just for them then simply don't watch.

And Penelope having so much screen time? I don't think so but even if she does, it is understandable. Because guess what?- She is Lady Whistledown! SHE IS IMPORTANT. If you are disliking a character because of this shitty reason then don't blame the character. I personally don't think there is something wrong about her screen time, in fact we are understanding Pen's pov. -I mean I hope WE are. At least I do.-

I can't understand why some people can't assimilate s3's main couple? One way or another the explanations I read was nothing more than excuses.

-Pen should have character development through season 3 and Polin season should come after that? She will have this in s3.

-There is so much to solve? Well that is one of the reasons why it will be exciting.

I am not even going to talk about the ones who are saying Penelope should BEG Colin, Eloise and Marina; the ones who are saying Colin doesn't deserve Pen, the ones who are saying Pen doesn't deserve Colin; defending Colin loves Marina, that Polin shouldn't be the endgame etc. Huh, I have seen enough.

Anyways. Nobody can change my opinion about how good s3 will be but I was furious after reading that comment. So thank y'all for reading my little verdantly TED Talk.

Since I am so nervous... here are some gifs for some relaxation. (I wish i could create gifs too...)

[seokka0o]

Hi again it's still Marina!! I was thinking abt that three-way smut with a Mean(like teasing and shit) Dom!Seunghan and a chill(ok not chill but more of a laid-back back sadist wonbin) Switch!Wonbin (or Dom you can choose). The way ik that mf Seunghan has sassiness inside of him that he saved up for when he's fucking you (nothing too extreme) and well for Wonbin as you also said he's a sadistic bitch, I wouldn't say rough in daily basis bcs let's face it he seems adorable and shy but maybe in bed he does a 360° turn and not so cute anymore. Idc if it's with the reader or an OC please write for which one you feel more comfortable.

Hello! Thank you for inboxing me this. As I don't accept request I'll leave a thought for you. I hope you enjoy.

I think they are very similar in terms of energy, so I believe they can also sound complementary in bed, a treesome with them is far from being a little intense, not least because the methods are different. Seunghan has a vibe more of humiliating you, he likes it when you're on top, riding his dick, and because of that they practice in relays, always making Wonbin's exhibitionism very evident, they like to see you get tired, you take it to the limit to pull you back "we're not done, keep going" seunghan also likes to fuck you on all fours so he can give your ass a treat and leave it all marked for him. Seeing you bend over and moan so desperately "look at that slut Wonbin, I don't think they can handle you " he wants you to always keep eye contact with Wonbin, so you don't lose focus, he always keeps it close. Usually he will cum on your legs, that's what attracts him, thus also clearing the way for Wonbin. As for him, you can't expect anything, the way he is able to tie your wrists and make you almost unconscious from fucking you so much, it will be indescribable, seunghan is always touching you in the process, now in the missionary position, his arms above your head, he stands to the side, watching your features, brushing your hair away from your face, noting how obedient you and wonbin are to how he dictates things. "You're cute, y/n" wonbin is always much more dynamic, despite not being deeply attached to your interests, the feeling of your whole insides contracting around his dick even after having received someone else sounds like answer enough to all of it. Seunghan could also get you to suck him after that, but at that time it seemed much more interesting the idea of ​​hearing you moan and beg for everything that was promiscuity "wonbin, today I'm going to let you fill y/n, so enjoy it" and he would, wonbin certainly would.

[bl00dy-plan3t]

intro post 😁😁

go here to read my rant part 1 here for part 2 and here for part 3

dm and askbox open for ppl. anons are welcome.

maybe i wont reply mayeb i will. depends on my energy.

pls be friens with i have like no friends.

tagging my non-existent moots

@discoveredreality BRO OMG OMG IM FINALY MAKING AN INTRO POST. sweetest most caring little shit. where the actually fuck would i be without you. like yes i know you dont do anything and somethimes dont even know that you need to do stuff but OMG WHAT LIKE YOU KEEP PUSHING ME TO DO SHIT TO MAKE MOVES AND LIVE MY LIFE PLS PLS DONT EVER LEAVE ME POOKIE <33333333

@lilcri84b1 AHHHHHHH. what would i be doing without you. i dont even know where to start. like litereally the most gorgeous girl out there. HOW DO I EXPLAIN YOUR BEAUTY TO THE REST OF THE WORLD. 10+ years of friendship so were basically already living under the same roof. I AM SO SO SO GRATEFULL TO HAVE YOU IN MY LIFE. btw guys this is my partner, who, i...... uhhhh talk, a.... uhhh little to much about.

@pumpkin-gizzards hello. thank you for being my class mate and in the same house as me too. besties ig. lmao

@ollieolioly lol hi just ask ari if u want to know who i am but u do know who i am. u point at me and say gay whenever u see me in the hallways so that should be enough info for u. sorry if i say mean things to u but like if u keep reading u will see why.

@violet92959 this rando on the internet just spawned out of nowhere and now im like besties with them????? anyways. u should have a 'beware, if yapping can't stop' sign. AKJDSWIEDDSN besties.

about me:

im mars. yes my previos nickname was mara, BUT now is a whole new era, whole new personality, whole new name. so please call me mars. they/them. agender. butch lesbian. grey aro and grey ace. idk whatver u can call me whatver but im probs not gonna respond to that lol. anyways. minor. im russian but live in australia. non religious. artsy (????) love to crochet. also the max volume in my headphones isnt enough i need the song up my baby spawner. does things last minute. pinterest is here. AHHHHHH WTF DM IF U WANT I NEED FRIENDS. also i probs wont answer all the time unless im at school so like dont get mad and shit. i also play the drums.

fave drink:

monster energy pipeline punch pink thing. (and also the gold one)

personality shit:

my mbti is isfp. star sign is taurus. favourite animal is snek . AHH GUYS EVERYONE UPDATE. I KISSED HER. AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyways. if u ever ecounter me being mean to you then 86.39% of the time im only playing with you. idrk my love language but i guess i make fun of you and also PHYSICAL TOUCH. not that if i dont do/show those around u i dont like u i just have no idea how to describe my love language. PLS TAG GAMES I LUV TAG GAMES YAYAYYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYA

time zone:

Australian Eastern Standard Time (AEST) 'Australian Eastern Standard Time (AEST)

music taste:

MELANIE MARTINEZ ❤❤❤❤❤❤. tv girl. girl in red. 6arelyhuman. odetari. kets4eki. lumi athena. creepp. proz. elita. jazmin bean. marina. the smiths. dandelion hands. mitski. sign crushes motorist. shakira. jack stauber. asteria. dandelion hands. nirvana. acdc. radiohead. guns and roses. the beatles. naik borzov. the cranberries. queen. weezer. the cure.

ok pls dont hate me for this one. I ABSOLUTELY HATE READING BOOKS. I CANT READ. I LITERALLY READ LIKE A SNAIL. so i dont have a book taste. wait nvm ive read valentine by jodi mcalister AND LOVED IT. thats basically it.

i play minecraft and roblox (but mainly evade and dti) (no i dont)

no fandoms bcs i dont read books. But. i watch old disney movies so idk if thats valid. hwlp rip what is this.

KASIUEWOIAJDASKD MY PARTNER ACTUALLY READS THIS WHEN I UPDATE IT THATS SO SWEET WTF <3333333333333333333

congrats u made it to the end. u can now continue with ur day. good bye.

*if i didn't tag u then dm me and i will.*

the pics are from here and here and here and here and here

[nipotazzi]

Symphony in Fortissimo Agitando - Chapter 2:

Pearl went ahead inside of the building before them, because she wanted to make sure that it was actually safe. Thanks to a quick scan, the drone confirmed that the place was devoid of living creatures, and thus invited the others in.

“House’s clean. Get inside!”

Acht and Eight quickly obeyed, and after passing through the hole, they finally felt somewhat safer. Eight was about to help Marina sit on a pile of snow, but before she could do that, her eyes had suddenly lighted up, scaring the young octoling.

“Asset manipulated without authorization: repairing node function activated.”

“Uh? Wha-”

Before Pearl could end her sentence, they all saw how the debris of the fallen wall started flickering, and after a few seconds, reassembled themselves back onto the place in which they belonged. Any damage dealt to it had been restored almost instantly. 

Darkness quickly fell upon them, with only Marina and Pearl acting as illumination through their unnatural luminescence. They all immediately looked in the direction of the octoling at fault, worried expressions forming on their faces. Acht instinctively made a dreadful expression, and when they realized it, immediately forced themselves to a neutral expression again. The low visibility allowed them to hide it just in time.

“Uhm… Eight?

The scared girl looked at her robotic adoptive figure, pleading with her eyes. 

“Put her down… and come here, very slowly… we’ll… we’ll figure something out…”

Eight slowly let go of Marina, who had already started moving into a fetal position on the ground. The Agitando made her rock back and forth, repeating the same phrase over and over about how a user was necessary to fix a poorly explained issue. 

Acht, Pearl and Eight were now in the corner, confabulating on what happened and on what they could do to help, checking up on her at a steady pace.

“So… we all agree that she sounds an awful lot like a computer, right?” Acht intervened, “No emotion in her voice, typical software-to-user lexicon… ”  

The drone and Eight nodded. They were knowledgeable enough to recognize at least the basics of computer language, but this did not lessen any amount of the worry that they were proving.

“But that's impossible! With the tower gone, it should be over! She can't be…”

“Then why is she still talking like a DOS screen?”

They all turned around to look at her for a moment, and then returned to face each other. 

“...a DOS that seems to be inputting their own commands independently too… Marina still has the master control on the simulation, but she’s not herself: there couldn't be a more dangerous combination at the moment.”

“Wait, are you saying that…?”

“Look… best case scenario, this is just the result of having all of that data flow through her brain. She might come back to her senses, eventually, but If that's not the case… I fear that whatever that contraption might have done, it's still here. Inside of her."

Fandom: Splatoon

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Marina/Pearl (Splatoon), Agent 3/Agent 8 (Splatoon)

Characters: Pearl (Splatoon), Marina (Splatoon), Dedf1sh | Acht (Splatoon), Agent 8 (Splatoon), Order | Smollusk (Splatoon)

Additional Tags: Splatoon 3: Side Order, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, References to Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Inspired by Tumblr, I think that they had it too nice in canon, Nightmare Fuel, Female Agent 8 (Splatoon), Traumatized Agent 8 (Splatoon), Marina and Pearl Adopt Agent 8 (Splatoon), Smollusk has been adopted

Summary:

Marina has been rescued from the top of the tower, everyone is "fine", and even if this new AI seems threatening, it's not their problem to deal with. Eight and Pearl have just saved the day... right?

Sorry, but the Agitando begs to differ.

Reblogs are always appreciated, and feedback is too.

[mayasdeluca]

What's a Marina little moment that just makes you swoon every time

Well as usual when I get asked these questions I can't narrow it down to just one so I thought of a few, let me know if I've missed any good ones!

4x08: Carina whispering 'okay?' after she delivers her speech to Maya about what they have is fantastico and all that and then Maya whispers back 'yeah'. I think that's so cute especially in context after that important conversation and then when Maya tells Carina she can keep making her point... 😍

4x11: The exchange of smiles they give each other through the mirror after they delivered a baby together. So cute!

4x16: Maya mouthing the last line of the song Vic sings at their wedding while looking into Carina's eyes. I love that so much.

5x11: Maya saying I love you to Carina and kissing her before going to work as Carina hands her the coffee she made her and Maya thanks her for it. Just a simple sweet domestic moment and I wish we got more of those little things.

5x15: Carina pulling the blanket over Maya when they're all sleeping in the same room at the station to support Andy, making sure Maya is covered and warm before she cuddles right up against her. 🥰 I'm glad we got that sweet background moment in an intense episode like that.

5x17: Maya waking Carina up with a kiss when she gets home from her shift (I mean obviously! We had wanted that for so long!) and then Carina mouthing I love you to Maya later on in that scene. Super sweet.

6x10: Maya admitting that she's afraid to leave Carina because she doesn't know when she'll see her again and when a tear rolls down her cheek, Carina wiping it away 😭 and the forehead kiss that follows of course.

6x14: 'Can I take you out again?' 'Maybe. Call me.' Enough said 🥵😍

6x15: Maya cradling Carina's head in her hands when talking about wanting to put in the work to rebuild them and Carina just buries her head in Maya's chest. 😭 I love this scene so much.

6x17: Maya picking Carina up bridal style. Another long overdue moment!

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I don't know if you got my request or I've been waiting here not knowing I never sent a request but let's forget about that for now, may I ask some Aasimar headcanons?? (Nsfw/sfw however you want)! Btw I love this blog and I'm glad I've found it because there are fanfics and headcanons that are barely talked about!! ��‼️‼️

Hi! Sorry for making you wait! And thank you for joining!

I have already done Astarion x Protector Aasimar!Tav so this one is about Scourge!Aasimar. Hope you will like it!

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Astarion x Scourge!Aasimar

You are filled with a divine energy that blazes within.

It fuels a strong desire to destroy evil - a desire at best firm and at worst all-consuming.

The fury inside you is so strong you usually wear a mask not to get distracted from your higher mission.

Astarion is the first one you allow to see your face in years.

He carefully takes it away looking at your shining with divine energy eyes.

His own mask shatters.

He is in awe.

Astarion has never seen such beauty and he is mesmerized by you.

Of course, he composes himself soon enough and returns to his usual self.

Your own soul is in turmoil.

Vampires are innate evil. Astarion must be your enemy.

But you can't hate him. He is annoying, he is mean.

But he isn't evil.

His master, on the other hand, is.

You crush Cazador with all your fury, doing what you promised to Astarion.

After the graveyard date, you confess you don't know what will happen next.

You have a patron, a powerful angel, who guides you. You have a mission to destroy evil.

You don't know if you can stay together if he can share this path with you.

Astarion refuses to go. He is stubborn and selfish, things unfamiliar to you.

And as time goes you start asking yourself questions.

Is there another life for Aasimars? Can you have a life of your own? Desires of your own?

With years you realize there is no conflict.

Well, as long as Astarion doesn't get close to you in the fight since your divine light can burn him to ashes.

He is still the only one who has a right to see your face and he cherishes this gift.

Carefully put your mask on when you are ready to go and patch it when you rest.

During a fight with a devil, you are heavily wounded. Astarion, having forgotten about precautions, jumps to save you and he is killed that instant.

You kneel beside him, crying and praying.

It couldn't end like that!

Then you approach the defeated devil and ask what she can offer for her pathetic life.

"Everything you say. Tell me, devil, is it true all the vampires go to hell?"

You make a pact with her to retrieve Astarion from Hells.

The devil obliges - and Astarion is returned to you.

Alive.

Not undead.

His eyes are green like wet leaves and his heart beats so loud you can hear it.

As he is back you refuse to keep living like a Scourge. You want freedom.

You still wear the mask and Astairon is still the only one who can see your face.

When it's time for you to die, Astarion stays with you till your last breath and hands your body to your angelic patron once she comes for you.

This part of his life is over. He is still young by elven standards - and heads forward to meet his own people.

No matter what will happen next he will always remember you.

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Villain's Wife Support Group

Chapter 1: Initiation

Synopsis: The wives of some of the most infamous villains in the world meet every Wednesday to share stories, give updates, and talk about love on the wrong side of the law.

Relationship(s): Various

Warning(s): Mention of SA, mention of child murder

Tag list: @floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @mayameanderings

"Hello, ladies, and thank you all for coming."

A group of women exchanged "Hello"s either taking or adjusting their seats. Most of them were older, a few young faces in the crowd. One could tell a bit of their personalities just from looking at the choices in decor.

People from all different parts of the country gathered in front of their computers for one purpose: a common type of spouse.

"Welcome, everyone," a small, round woman with dark brown skin and short black hair spoke. Dressed in a silky robe lined with fur, it was easily to tell she was relaxing after a long day at work. "My name is Christine. I'm the founder of this group."

Some of the others waved at her while others said hellos. The positive reception pleased Christine.

"This is initiation day where we basically introduce ourselves, talk about what we do for a living, maybe a little bit about ourselves then introduce costumed criminal we're married to."

A simple enough task. These people were just getting to know each other, after all. Making a good first impression was highly encouraged to most, critical to some.

"I'll go first. My name is Christine Chapel. I work as a cabaret performer under the name Belle Holiday, my favorite gemstones are amethysts and pearls, and my husband is the Music Meister."

Another woman with copper brown skin and the same jet black hair spoke next. "I'm Brandice Bivolo. I'm an elementary school teacher and my husband is the Rainbow Raider. A few of my hobbies are metalworking, playing instruments, and calligraphy."

Both her style and the background behind her could easily be described as bohemian, hipster. With all the crystal necklaces and bright, earthy colors of her clothes, it wasn't hard to see why someone like him fell for her.

The other members took turns introducing themselves. A notable face was Marina Lulit, a prominent Floridian socialite and wife of one K'an of Tenochtitlan. If what she said about him being the ruler of an underwater kingdom was true, she probably had lots of stories to tell.

Eve, an older Black woman from the Deep South, was the wife of Hollow, phantom of the railroads. Christine was a big fan of the ostrich feather lamp behind her; and of the overall vibes of her room in general. She must've had some truly wild stories--probably even moreso than her own with Music Meister.

Who could forget the ever gracious Mona Lisa Beauvais. It was for the better she be in this group since her fiance Riddler was still in Arkham. Her room was another's Christine admired--with its mix of old Hollywood and urban aesthetics.

Christine clapped her hands together. "Now that that's done, I'm gonna cut to the chase. This is a support group for all women and femmes who are either married or engaged to villains."

"Let's go over a few ground rules. First, when I say all women and femmes, I mean it. I will not tolerate any bullshit. Second, no child murderers or rapists. Made that very clear in the rules on Facebook. Lastly, be respectful about each other's tastes. We already deal with enough shaming from the media."

The other members nodded along in agreement, some even mumbling their support of Christine's ground rules.

"Anymore questions?" Christine looked around.

"When do we meet?" Brandice asked.

"We meet every Wednesday," Christine replied. "Make sure to let me know if you can't make it to a meeting ahead of time."

"What are we gonna do in this group?" Marina asked. "I mean, I know this ain't a club but we gotta do something fun every once in a while."

She's right, Christine said to herself. No one would want to spend the whole time moping and telling stories. "I do plan on having some events including a girls trip. Nothing concrete yet, of course."

After a few more questions and another run down of things, the members all exchanged goodbyes before going their separate ways.

Alone, Christine gently closed the computer. It was just her in a large, luxurious house. Sighing, she headed to the kitchen for a drink. Usually the house would be filled with the sounds of Music Meister playing his piano or singing to his favorite songs. Christine would join in, maybe even dance along to his voice.

Today, only silence. Just a few hours ago, Christine went through the worst moment of her life since the car accident--the trial of her husband. It wasn't being alone that distressed her; rather the amount of attention she got. In the span of a few hours, she went from a private citizen to having cameras and microphones in her face as she left the Gotham City Courthouse.

Heaven knows what they'd say about her and her relationship. All the wrongful insinuations, false narratives, invasive questions.

These were about to be the longest three years ever.