#he just had a bath so loincloth time for him

[evilhorses]

Helix went 148 years never eating actual food, mostly like scraps, rotten, weird magic supplements, or whatever he could snag from his "champions cell"

So when he finally gets to have home cooked stuffs he has a moment

[tiredmamaissy]

Ralak te Sepwan ieyk’itan: Chapter Three

An Illustrated Collaboration with @zestys-stuff

Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info

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Hyperlinks are attached to specific paragraphs that when clicked on will lead you to its illustration by Ralak's creator @zestys-stuff.

Characters: Metkayina!Ralak (24) x Sully!Omaticaya!Reader (19)

Warnings: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, ptsd/ flashbacks, profanity, age gap, sexual tension, size difference/kink, praise kink, jealousy, scenting, fingering, recollection of non-con trauma (for the plot), alcohol consumption/drunk character, let me know if i forgot anything?

Word Count: 6.3k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: Sorry this one took a while, been a hell of a week. It's got a lot of angst, so prep yourselves guysss. Ends with smut, ofc. I hope you guys enjoy 🤍

Synopsis: Your family seeks uturu with the Metkayina in the village of Awa’atlu. You have a difficult time adjusting, and are assigned your own special teacher, Ralak.

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“Y/n. For the love of Christ, you better tell me that the storm held ya up last night.” Jakes voice rings in your ear, waking you up.

Oh shit.

You look to your left to see the first rays of sunlight shining on Ralak’s sleeping, naked body, chest heaving slowly from his unfaltering breaths. Perched on his side, his face sits in his palm, as if he’s fallen asleep partially sitting up. Two fingers still nestled inside you, his facial muscles are slightly tensed, like he’s ready wake up any minute and tend to your every need, just like he’s been doing all night long. 

“Get your ass home. Now.” Jakes irate voice brings you back to reality.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

What were you going to tell Jake? That the storm did keep you up? He’d never believe that. Not for a second. Either way, if you didn’t go now, this man would skin the love of your life. Unmated, in his bed, all before your second iknimaya? He’d try, at least.

“Sst-ah.” you let out a shaky breath, grimacing as you pull his fingers out of you. They’re covered in your cum, so much so that a thick string of slick connects you to his fingers when you pull your pelvis away. You scramble to your feet, wiping yourself up with the already damp cloth next to his bed.

I’ll be back, my love. You think, looking over at him one last time before rushing out of his marui.

On your way to the cave, you try to assess your state. It’s hard to tell, given the fact that your heart is pounding at a speed only an ikran could attain. Anxiety streams through your veins, but otherwise, you feel fairly normal. Maybe a little bit like you did after your first iknimaya, when you passed your dream hunt and had one too many glow worms. But nothing unmanageable.

Guess it’s over.

Finally arriving at the cave, frantic eyes search the body of water for your loincloth. It’s floating at the far end of the lake, so you dive in. As you’re swimming, you catch a whiff of your own scent, mixed with Ralak’s. You bring your arm to your nose and take a deep breath. “Fuck.” you curse under your breath, submerging your entire body in the water, trying to bathe his scent off you.

You knew you scented each other, but you didn’t know that it would linger this long. You scrub your body, paying extra attention to your chest and neck. Time is going faster than you can move. But it’s like the more you scrub, the more you rub it into your skin – into your essence.

“Forget this.” you huff, grabbing your loincloth and swimming back to sand. You wring it out, slip inside and tie the knot hastily. One last look back on his marui pod, and you’re gone like the wind – quick and silent.

The trek back home is nerve-wracking, you feel so uneasy that you could feel something in your throat. A lump. You swallow repeatedly, trying to get rid of it, but it grows a little bigger for every step you take. By the time you’re at your marui door, you feel like you can’t breathe.

Neteyam smells you first, wreaking of a male na’vi, nose scrunching at the odour. He huffs a harsh breath through his nostrils, attempting to rid the lingering scent from of his lungs. He examines your condition – clammy skin with little colour left in it. Eyes trailing up to your face, he could see the fear written all over it, along with something else. Something like –

“Jesus, what the hell were you thinking?!” Jake hisses through clenched teeth.

“D-dad. I-I can explain.” you stutter, throat so tight you can barely speak.

Jake pulls his head back, eyelids blinking furiously. It’s as if the scent quite literally hit him, square in the jaw. With his suspicions confirmed, his lips stretch into a thin line, his go to expression of disapproval. The type that makes your ears lay flat against your skull, and bottom lip jut out.

“I can smell him on you.” Jake brushes past you. “Stay with your brother.”

“Dad, please.” your voice is strained, fighting against the lump in your throat. “Where are you going?”

He stops dead in his tracks, back still turned to you, a hand flying up to his face to pinch the bridge of his nose. “To Tonowari, kid. Tsireya will teach you from now on.” He heaves a heavy sigh and walks away.

The anxiety quickly morphs into anger, bubbling in your veins and sizzling your skin. Your short fuse blows. How could he take this away from you? You weren’t a ‘kid’ anymore. You had passed your iknimaya back home, and you’re on the brink of passing it here, too. Despite that, he always treats you like this, like the late bloomer you are. He didn’t even care to know what really happened.

“Not a fucking kid!” you shout after him, only for him to shake his head and continue walking.

“Sis.” Neteyam mutters, gently guiding you into the marui pod by your arm.

You shrug him off, storming past him to dive into your bed, burying your face into your pillow – damp from last night’s tears. It only becomes wetter as your fresh tears stream down your face. You couldn’t help it, you cried whenever you felt overwhelmed with anything. Sadness. Happiness. Anger. Frustration.

The sound of your privacy curtain being drawn back snaps your head up from your pillow. It’s Neteyam, standing over you with a face of concern, a bowl of steamed fish in one hand and a cup of water in the other. He sighs quietly, crouching down to come eye to eye with you. “You were in heat, weren’t you?” He states, already knowing the answer. “You should eat and drink something.” He places the bowl and cup on the floor next to you.

You sit up, supporting your torso with your arms behind your back. Neteyam. The older, caring bother, always looking out for everyone but himself. Of course, he would be the one to care enough to find out what you’ve been through the past day. “Yup. Late bloomer finally got her heat.” you speak of yourself harshly, taking the cup of water and chugging it.

“You smell gross.” he chuckles breathily, nudging the bowl of fish closer to you.

“Thanks, big brother. Appreciate it.” you giggle between cries, nudging it back to him. “Not hungry.”

His arms rest on his knees, braids swaying in his face as he looks behind him before dropping his head. “Agh.” he lifts his head, staring at you for a few seconds, as if he were contemplating something. “You should not have done that. Not before your iknimaya.”

“I didn’t! Nothing... like that happened, Tey. Ralak isn’t like that.” your head hangs low as you utter the words. “He’s... a gentle giant.”

Neteyam scoffs, straightening his spine. “Gentle giant? He looks like he eats na’vi for breakfast.”

“Hey –” you sniffle, glaring up at him, “I like him, Tey. A lot. He’s good for me.”

Neteyam’s features soften. As if hearing your words plucked a string of sympathy in his heart. As much as he wants to help you, he can’t. Not with a direct order from his father. He shakes his head, eyes closed, and brows furrowed.

That’s his way of saying, ‘Sorry. Can’t’.

You sigh, bringing your knees to your chest to hide your face. You can smell Ralak’s scent now that your nose is near your thighs. It fills your lungs with every breath you take. His pheromones. His aphrodisiac. His arousal. He left it all on you, rubbed into your skin so deep it seems to have altered your own scent.

Is this what scenting does?  

Soon you’re breathing heavily, trying to savour what left you have of him – of last night. It makes you heavy in the head, like all the strength has left your body. You feel your face warm up, the heat spreading to the tips of your ears. You’re tired. Defeated.

“Neteyam! Neteyam!” Lo’ak’s faint voice sounds frantic.

You hear Neteyam shuffling to his feet to go and check what his brother is on about. “Stay here, got it?”

“Mhm.” you hum, too tired to even lift your head.

The sound of Lo’ak yanking back your privacy curtain makes you jump out of your skin, nearly knocking over the bowl of steamed fish. You stare up at him wide eyed, to see him motioning over to the door of your marui. Your brows kiss in confusion, unsure of what’s going on.

“Heard you were in... hea-a situation. Just gonna borrow big bro for a second, cool?” he raises his brows, nudging his head towards the door in an emphasized manner.

A smile pulls at your lips once you realize what he’s doing for you. You wipe your puffy eyes with the back of your hand and shuffle to your feet. “I owe you, Lo’.”

Ralak’s POV

Ralak rouses to an empty bed. He sits up quickly, scanning his marui for any sign of you. Nothing. The only thing that remains is your potent scent flooding the room. The only proof that you were ever here. “Oh, y/n.” he groans, head slumping into his hands.

You were gone. Gone like you were never here to begin with. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he tried not to assume the worst. But what if – what if it was the worst? To be used and discarded like an object. All over again. Surely, there’s no way that you would do this to him, not after opening-up to you like that. Not after last night. Not after the words you uttered to one another before going to sleep –

‘I love you’.

But why does it feel the same? The same as that day. The day he was in a marui pod like this one, young, bare skinned and short haired, kneeling before his own karyu. His chest tightens, the walls of his throat closing in on one another. He can feel it creeping up his spine. The flashbacks. The tremors. The nausea. Rushing to his feet, he makes his way over to the shelf well-stocked with bottles of ‘fermented fruit’ – pxir [beer; alcohol].

A poison to many, but an antidote to him.

Dust had settled on the bottles since the last day he reached for them. The day you became his tanhì. That’s why he had never brought you up here, he never wanted you to see the truth. The way he copes with his emotions – bottling them up and then chugging it down when they became just too much.

The bottle opens with a pop, strong, bitter scent wafting up his nose, replacing the scent of you in his lungs. He takes a quick swig, baring his teeth from the sting of it trickling down his throat. “Ahh.” He sighs a breath of relief, feeling the alcohol already taking effect, loosening his chest, and clearing his throat.  

Yet he can still feel the shiver of his spine, and the churn of his stomach.

“Shit.” he curses, taking another swig. Cursing himself for trusting another after he made the vow to never trust again. Another swig. For facing the part of him that he’s denied since he came into adulthood. Another swig. For letting someone in. Another swig. For allowing himself to love you.

Alas, a clear mind and body – rid of the memories of his past.

He readies himself for his bath, something he often did to relax. Just like he did last time you left him.

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Time is of the essence. With no idea of when Jake will be back, you move quickly. You weave through the webbing of the mangrove roots, ducking and dodging those that jut out. You take a short cut, bouncing over the netting of a cluster of marui pods on the way to Ralak’s.

Eyes guardedly stuck to your feet, you bump into Ka’ani, the man who replaced Ralak’s role as fisherman – faceplanting into his bare chest. Arms instinctively wrapping around you, he holds you close until you regain your balance. Admittedly, he’s a little too close for comfort, his face nestled in the crown of your head. You hear quick, nasally breaths, muffled by your hair.

Is he... sniffing me right now?

You shove him off you, probably a little too rough to be considered friendly, and take a few steps back. “Sorry, Ka’ani.” you mutter, gingerly walking around him.

“No problem, at all.” he smirks, raising his hands and making space for you to leave.   

With a quick shake of your head, you continue making your way to Ralak. The closer you get, the more a giddy smile spreads across your face. Though you were the bearer of bad news, you can’t ignore the flutters in your stomach. The same flutters you had when you first laid eyes on him – the day Eywa herself told you he’s the one.

Your mate.

Your legs move faster, as fast as they can go, until the sand slackens your steps. Silky, fine sand – always the first thing to let you know that you’ve arrived. You can’t help the excitement bubbling from your tummy and up your throat. “Ralak!” you blurt out, eager to find your love.

A tall figure in the distance catches your eye, it looks as if he were going into the cave. You wave your hands above your head, shouting his name as you lope towards him. “Ralak!”

The figure stops, turning around to acknowledge your calls. He stands still for a minute, before walking towards you with a stagger in his step. Tail perking up instantaneously, your hand flies to your bare hip, searching for your medicine pouch. You’re running on the tips of your toes again, concern and worry replacing the flutters low in your belly.

“Wha-t is it?” you shout, voice wavering as you close the distance between your bodies.

You crash into him with a smack, making the typically sturdy giant wobble. Now your ears art alert, perturbed by his odd behaviour. Gently pushing you away, his large hands grip your upper arms, fingertips touching once another. Blue, hazed orbs peer down at you, extra glossy and lidded.

“Are you sick? Wounded?” you question, resisting his gentle pushes to search his body. 

Nostrils flickering above his pursed lips, he leans into your neck. He pulls back with a huff, blowing hot air through his nose, onto your face. Your eyelashes flutter, face of concern quickly morphing into one of confusion.

Everyone is sniffing me today.

Head snapping to the left, his eyes search the webs of the mangrove roots off in the distance. A guttural growl rumbles deep in Ralak’s chest, thinned lips curling over his canines, flashing them before your eyes. You watch in awe as his brows lower, knotting together to turn his eyes beady. Ears flat against his skull, the scent of another na’vi scrunches his nose.

That’s a new look.

“Ralak.” your voice is breathy and small – laced with fright.

His growl grows louder, coming from the pit of his stomach, deep and powerful. Lengthy fingers tightening around your arms, he spins you around and tucks you behind him in one swift move. His name slips off your tongue once more, quick, and unsure. He has one hand perched on the dip of your waist, holding you close behind this towering frame.

“Come out.” he growls gruffly, straightening his spine to present at his full height.

The two words double-knot your stomach, sending you wiggling into the sink of his back, face peeking through the crack of his arm and side. Your eyes flicker from side to side, looking for whatever – whoever he’s talking to. Meanwhile, your fingers grip the band on his loincloth, the only thing available on his body to hold.

Silence.

“Or I make you.” He rasps the warning through his four, pointed fangs.

Perhaps if Ralak wasn’t here the knots in your belly would have tightened by now, to the point where you would feel queasy. But the hiss fizzling from the back of his throat puts your nerves at ease – your body sensing its safety in his presence.

Out comes a brawny, wide na’vi, from behind the large, thick roots of the mangroves. His hands are splayed out, representing something of caution. No – surrender. He approaches Ralak slowly. Warily.

“Sorry, brother. I did not know she was yours.” Ka’ani says impishly.

Jaw snapping open, his hiss comes out full force. It’s loud and thick, almost grating. Much like a roar. Though you knew it wasn’t for you, it shook you up, tugging at the string in your grip as your body jolts forward into his.

“She belongs to no one.” His top lip twitches as he spits the vile words, stinging your heart in the process. Am I not his? What about last night? You think, tightening your grip on the band of his loincloth.

“It looks as if she belongs to you, Tak.” Ka’ani leans to the left, chin jutting out as he tries to catch a glimpse of you. “Look at her, holding on to your –”

“Lewng! [shame]. Tracking her scent.” Ralak hisses, turning his body to hide you from his predatory eyes. “Leave.”

“Ah. Come on now, brot-” He spreads his arms wide, walking around Ralak towards you.

Ralak takes a step forward on his last word, nearly coming chest to chest with the shorter na’vi. A moment of silence passes between the two, as Ralak stares him down with vengeance in his eyes. A hand flies up to his hip, gripping the knife sheathed in its casing. “Now.”

Ka’ani straightens his back, eyes flickering between Ralak and yours that peek from behind him. His hands retract, hovering either side of his head as he retreats. Ralak maintains his position, with a hand keeping you tucked away whilst the other rests on his hip. Once Ka’ani’s figure is no longer visible, Ralak sighs, and turns his heel to make his way back to his much-needed bath.

“Thanks...” you huff, walking close behind him.

“You women and your heats.” he mutters as he walks faster, ripping his loincloth out of your grip.

“Ex-cuse me?” your words bounce as you try to keep up with him. “You have no –”

“Do you understand what would have happened had I not been here? Do not be so reckless.” He tsks, as his feet come to a halt, balling his hands into fists.

“Reckless? All I did was walk here!” you shout, almost bumping into him again.

“Because you left to begin with.” he whispers through clenched teeth.

“What?” the question is breathy, hands perching on your knees to rest.

He turns around quickly, prompting you to stand at full height. Breathing heavily, he presses his warm body against yours, chin tucked into his chest to peer down at you. Instinctively, you perch on the tips of your toes, eyes lidded in anticipation of a kiss. Instead, he brings your wrists up to his nose, heated lips pressing against your supple skin.

“He scented you.” he mumbles quickly, lips pulling into a thin line before letting go and backing away.  

“Why? How? I only bumped into him.” you walk towards him, watching him turn his heel again. “Hey –” you reach out for his arm to pull him back around.

First you leave him this morning, then come back scented by another na’vi. He shrugs you off, hands now fiddling with the knot above the base of his tail as he nears the entrance of the cave. The knot of his loincloth comes undone, heavy, sheathed hunting knife silently making impact with the sand.

“Because he wants everything that’s mine.”

So, I am his. You think, one corner of your mouth curling upwards into a smirk.

“Oh, Ralak.” You stand at the cave’s opening, waiting in silence for a response.

He continues to keep his back turned to you, dips of his clenched glutes on full display. Despite last night, seeing him naked still makes you shy, cheeks turning red and hot from the blood that rushes to them. You watch him hastily put his hair in a sloppy bun as he submerges himself in the water.

“I need to speak with you about this morning” you mumble, eyes locked onto the ripple of his back muscles.

“No need. I understand.” he answers lowly, shimmying over to the bottle of fermented fruit propped on a rock in the cave.

“Understand what? It’s about –”

“You made a mistake. It was your heat. It is fine.” he mutters quickly, taking a swig at the last word.

A mistake? My heat?

The realization hits you, hard. You’d been so out of it, so delirious from your heat you hadn’t given a second thought about his confession. His trauma that he confided in you, in this very cave. It’s like stones in your heart – no, boulders. Weighing it down so heavily that it feels like there’s a pulse in your stomach.

How could you be so cruel? So thoughtless? So insensitive? To not even wake him and utter the words to his face. To allow him to wake up to an empty bed after letting down his walls and being so vulnerable to you. To be so caught up in your own head you couldn’t even bat an eye at the man who helped you through your first heat.

“Oh. Oh, Lak. No. No, it’s nothing like that.” you sputter out a trembling voice, sliding into the water to rush over to him. You rest your hand on his upper back, taking in the warmth of his skin. He feels feverish – hot to the touch.

What is he drinking?

You rub his back gently, bioluminescent freckles dancing from your caresses. Yet, he’s rigid. Cold. Distant. He’s not the Ralak you know, swaying side to side as he brings the lip of the bottle to his mouth.

“Stop, my love.” you coo, sliding your hand up his raised arm as you walk around him.  Pulling the bottle away from his lips, you cautiously place the pxir on a nearby ledge. “Ralak.” you whisper, staring up at him with worried eyes.

The sound of his name falling from your lips tilts his head back ever so slightly, like it pained him to even look at you. Curly, loose stands of hair frame his face, accentuating his angular features. He attempts to fix his mask of indifference to his face, but you can see through it. You see the anguish glossed over his lidded, inebriated eyes.

Ocean blue eyes.  

tw: flashback

His mind is elsewhere, dissociating back to the day of the incident. The night of his iknimaya celebration, where his own karyu cornered him in his family marui, engulfing him with her pheromones. Manipulating him with her heat to take care of her. To touch her.

He can hear the waves crashing into the shore, the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof of the marui, the roll of the thunder – her whispers in his ear, ‘I’ve been waiting too long for this. You are officially a man now. Make your karyu feel better, right here...’.

The smell of her pheromones is suffocating, more potent than any fermented fruit he’s ever had. It frightened him, feeling like he had no self-control. No way to stop his movements, no matter how much he screamed at his body to move, run – anything.

It is what made him vow to never lose control of himself. His composure.

He can feel the heaviness of his body. The lethargy. The way his lungs refused to fill, no matter how hard he tried to breathe. When he woke, he was alone, sitting in the corner in a pool of his own sweat, curled in on himself. His karyu left, to never return. Leaving nothing but the lingering smell of her heated scent behind. 

tw: end of flashback

“My karyu” you hum softly, placing his hand on your chest.

When you first called him that, he almost grimaced. But as time passed, you made the word bearable. You gave it a new meaning, a new feeling. Eventually filling him with eagerness to hear it fall from your flushed lips. In tones of excitement, frustration... pleasure.

You hold his thumb, and give it a squeeze, trying to bring him back from wherever he is. Your heart weighed even heavier, seeing him drift away and detach when he’s right in front of you. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. Feel me. Feel my heartbeat. Focus on it and come back to me.”

The words echo in his skull, reverberating between the thick bone. He can hear you, feel you. With each thump of your heart, the heaviness of his body lifts, the scent of her fades, the pitter-patter of the storm subdues until nothing, but that thump can be heard. His eyes finally flicker down to yours, ears and brows twitching at the pulse of your heart.

Only a bottle could do that for him. Bring him back. Yet, you did it with the mere sound of your heart.

“I’m sorry, Lak. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I was so thoughtless. I’m sorry... that happened to you.” the words are shaky, flowing over your quivering bottom lip. “I would never. Ever. Ever. Ever –” you blubber, shaking your head, “Ever, do that to you. I-I had to leave because of my father. He’s punishing me. Forbidding me from seeing you. Having Tsireya teach me instead. I should have woken you.”

Another arm snakes around his waist, bringing him in closer to you. You slump your head into his chest, letting the tears flow and stain his skin. “I don’t regret a thing. I meant everything I said. I-I see you, Ralak” you sputter, breath hitching from the crying.

“Tanhì” he croaks, kissing the crown of your head as he wraps his arms around you to hold you closer.   

“I love you” The three words are said in unison as you cling onto one another.

Alcohol still coursing through his veins, Ralak’s heavy body slumps into you, slowly shifting you both against the cave wall. He presses your back against the rocky surface, unwrapping his arms from your waist to support his body weight with a hand on the wall. He leans in, brushing his cheek against yours.

“I will miss you.” he whispers huskily next to the shell of your ear.

“I’ll miss you, too.” you whisper back, head pulling back to meet his gaze.

Your eyes lock for a moment, an undeniable tension now budding in the air and making your breaths quicken. He inches even closer, lips brushing against yours as you exchange the same hot breath until you’re light in the head.

He kisses you roughly – sloppily.

Tongue slipping into your mouth, you get a taste of what he’s been drinking all day. It’s a little sweet, with undertones of various fruits native to the reef people. But once the sweetness wears off, the bitter aftertaste makes your brows gather. He pulls away, revealing heavy-lidded eyes with thin blue rings for irises, flickering side to side as they stare into yours.

Chests heaving in synchrony, you both struggle to catch your breath. Hands cupping each other’s face, your lips crash into one another again, body language hungry and desperate for each other’s touch. Ralak shoves his knee between your legs, providing you with the friction your body has been begging for. Your body moves on its own, humping at his thigh as best you can in the water.

“I-I want... you.” The desperate words part your bruised, flushed lips, hand sliding up his back to caress his kuru [queue].

He shakes his head, brows gathering tightly. “Not now. Not here. We do it the right way.”

“Then...” you pant, voice laced with desperation as your hands make their way to his hips, dainty fingers wrapping around his hardened girth, “...give me something else.”

Breath turning raggedy, he struggles to maintain his composure. The influence of the alcohol surging through his body proves it to be an even more difficult task. He takes a deep breath, withdrawing his knee from your legs to spin you around in one quick motion. Ralak tries his best to be gentle with you, shoving you into the wall to press his aching cock against you.

A soft moan parts your lips; thin, fuzzy tail wrapping around his thigh in attempts to bring you closer. Eywa, did that push him closer to the edge. Your tail had been one of his favourite things about you from the day you first locked eyes, so slender and delicate. Nothing like his. It not only fascinated him. It aroused him.

It makes him push into you even harder, tip of his cock throbbing against your lower back. He craves to be even closer to you – to be inside you. To rut into you until your voice becomes so hoarse from screaming his name. Over and over. Again, and again. Fingers hurriedly fiddling with the knot of your loincloth, he pants a few greedy, rough kisses along your upper back.

“Oh! Ralak, I-I think –” you moan lowly, his touches throwing you into a daze.

“What?” he huffs, fingers coming to a halt in fear that he’s being too rough with you.

“I think I’m still in heat.” you lie, or maybe it wasn’t a lie. You feel so woozy in the head that you’re not even sure what’s going on anymore. All that sits at the forefront of your mind is him claiming you as his.

“Is that so?” he lets out a breath of relief, a chuckle if you will.

“Yes. Can you help me?” you pant, trembling voice feigned with innocence.

“Ah. Let me check, little one.” He buries his face into the nape of your neck, pulling back with a loud sigh through his nose. A growl rumbles in his chest and up his throat. “I can still smell him.” The scent of another so deep into your skin makes him want to mark you. To sink his lengthy canines into your neck for the smell to seep out, only to be replaced by his.

“Then fix it.” you breathe, head dipping forward to open yourself up to him.

“Oh?” he smiles open mouthed, brushing his pointed fangs against your silken skin, making your back arch on instinct. Submitting to him and his touch. Open mouth lingering over your neck, his jaw closes to graze his teeth against you. He sucks lightly on your skin, puckered lips pulling off with a pop.

Of course, he’d make you wait for that too. He was only ‘helping’ you, right now.  

He kicks your feet apart, spreading your legs for him to settle in closer behind you. A string of your slick connects your thighs together, breaking apart when he rubs his cock against your bare cunt. He begins rubbing his face into the back of your neck, scenting you as his.

“Mine. Yes?” he growls, thrusting himself against your slippery slit.   

“Yes.” You spread your legs further apart, standing on the tips of your toes to provide him with better access. “Please.” You let out a pathetic mewl.

He grunts in frustration. He wants nothing more than to thrust himself inside you, stretching your pussy out with his huge cock. And with those little, sweet pleas, it’s almost too hard to resist. But he does. He pulls away, gaze snapping down to the rope of wetness connecting your most intimate parts together.

Cocking a brow, his hand comes between your sticky pelvises, fingers coiling around the string of slick before they glide over your pussy and spread your folds. Your wetness drips down his digits, pooling in the palm of his hand. “So wet. Maybe you are in heat.” he mumbles, pressing his lips against your back, peppering kisses down the curve of your shoulder.  

Ralak fondles with your puffy clit, rubbing tight circles into it with his slickened fingertips. Your hips squirm around from the white-hot pleasure tightening your core. It’s just not enough. Perhaps it’s just residual heat, but you feel so, so empty. A yearning deep in your womb, to be filled and stretched. Your hips buck forward, slipping his fingertips to prod at your entrance, before pushing back on him to try and sink them inside you.

Needy body language riling up the giant behind you, his harsh kisses move their way up to your ear. “Say it, tanhì.” he groans lowly, positioning his finger at your tight hole.

“I n-need you inside of me!” you cry desperately, shoving yourself back into him.

“You listen so well, paysyul.” he exhales a hot breath into the shell of your ear, sinking his thick finger inside you, twisting his wrist so that he can curl it right into your sweet spot.

“Oh, shit.” you moan breathily, cheek pressed firmly against the rocky wall.

“That is why you learn so quickly.” He fingers you roughly, expertly working out a squelch with each curl of his digit.

The feeling is like heat, shooting down your spine and pooling in your pelvis. It makes your hips spasm, chasing the fiery sensation in hopes to put it out. His finger brings relieve, satiating the itch as your sweet spot swells from pure bliss. He knows exactly where to touch, and how to touch.

Yet, it still isn’t enough.

“More! ‘ts not enough!” you cry, writhing underneath him.

He finds your little cries amusing, letting a chuckle evade his lips. How could something so small act so mighty? He slides another digit in, feeling your tight pussy walls stretch to accommodate him. He hears the little whimper bubbling up your throat, letting him know you need a moment to adjust.

“Taking my fingers so well, hm?” he praises you with a shaky voice, planting a gentle kiss behind your ear.

“Mmmn! Please!” Another plea falls from your lips, a plea for him to move – to make you cum. He sets a relentless pace, stimulating the sensitive spot in your gummy, hot walls, working lengthy moans and mewls from you.

With the way he’s fingerfucking you, it feels as if your nerves are on fire. The coil tightly wound in your core ready to snap any second now. Your brows pinch together in fervour, mouth falling open to allow heavy, hot breaths to escape.

“Close! So close! Gonna! Gonna –” Your words catch in your throat, leaving you breathless and tense around his fingers.

“Make yourself cum.” he orders gruffly, stopping all movement once he feels you tighten around his digits.

You gasp, hips moving on their own to chase the orgasm he just took away from you. “No, no. You know I can’t. Please.” you sputter, pushing against the wall to ride his fingers.

“You can. And you will.” he growls, bending his fingers as encouragement.

You quickly accept your fate, holding on tightly to whatever pleasurable feeling remains and running with it. You push back on him, squirming around as you try to make yourself cum. Closing your eyes, you tune into your body, feeling what feels good and where. But the position that you’re in makes it even harder to do it yourself.

“Just fuck me!” you cry desperately, frustration so pent up you couldn’t help the outburst.

“Language.” he hisses, shoving his fingers so deep inside you that your slick coats his knuckles.

“Fuck! Please.” you beg, reaching behind you to grab his wrist.

“No.” he smirks, looking down at how your cunt sucks in his digits, listening to your pleading and begging.

He just wants to hear a little more. To hear how badly you want him. He loves the way you squirm around, sputtering nonsense from being so fucked out by just his fingers. He loves the little noises your pussy makes for him and can’t wait to hear how they’ll sound once his cock is stuffed inside you.

“Ralak. Please. Please make me cum!” you cry, using his wrist as leverage to fuck back into him.

He slides his hand down your stomach, fingers playing with your swollen, neglected clit. He’s pumping his digits in and out of your dripping cunt, feeling your slick dribble down his hand. It doesn’t take long for you to near your climax, pussy walls clamping down around his fingers.

“Let go. Cum for me.” he groans, swollen tip of his cock oozing beads of precum onto your lower back.

“Oh, fuckfuckfuck!” you let out a hoarse cry, entire body shuddering underneath him “Cumming! Cumming!”

“That’s my girl.” he hums proudly, scissoring his fingers open to stretch you out.  

You let out a high-pitched whimper, hint of pain making your eyes water. Then a wave of ecstasy ripples through you, leaving your legs trembling beneath you. He snakes his arm around your waist, holding you up while you ride out of your high, sprinkling your shoulder with kisses.

Once you come down from your high, you lean back into him, resting your head against his chest. Huffing and puffing, you try to catch your breath as you turn around to cup his swollen balls. “My turn to make you feel good.”

To your surprise, he rests a hand on your arm, pulling it away from him. He looks down at you through blown pupils, arousal plastered all over his face. Beads of sweat trickle down his temples, wet strands of curled hair stuck to his cheeks, he sighs the words. “Not today, tanhi. I must get you back, now.”

[raribella]

Braid Beads. |  N.S

© raribella 2022, do not repost, modify or translate!

summary: Neteyam helps you undo your braids.

pairing: Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan x Omaticaya!reader

genre: tooth-rotting fluff.

involves: established relationship, nothing suggestive, ONE mention of nudity and envisioning mating, the reader cannot deal with her own hair to save her life.

word count: 1,2k

notes: Inspired by my lack of coordination when taking off my own braids last week, I got so frustrated and it took so long that the only thing that kept me going was picturing a scene that based this whole blurb. I really hope you liked it, I wrote it pretty fast, and apparently, I and the English language are on good terms today. notes comments and reblogs are really appreciated. Requests are open.

It was almost eclipse when Neteyam started looking for you. When he arrived home from training with Jake, he had expected to find you and just enjoy your comforting company for the rest of the day, but when his mother told him you had left to bathe a while ago at the river, a glimpse of worry formed in the back of his mind as he started to look for you. It was not dark yet when he arrived at the shore, hearing your faint grunts that seemed both pained and annoyed. Alarmed, Neteyam ducked his head forward so the tree that was blocking his vision could get out of the way, and he nearly chuckles in relief at the vision he was met with.

You were sitting cross-legged on the lakeside, loincloth and breast beads still on as your head was hanging down, your hands fidgeting in between your hair and a wooden comb, making a variety of frowns as you got annoyed with your braids, grunting whenever you got your hair pulled. Neteyam honestly felt like he could peer at that for hours, in awe of your antics and having fun at the same time. He actually only stopped when you turned your head slightly up, buffing exasperated — which made you able to get a glimpse of his face hidden behind a tree, a simple smile plastered on it. — "skxawng! for how long have you been there?!" your posture fell completely, giving up.

Neteyam chuckled again, all his problems seemed to have gone like dust in a gush of wind, "long enough! do you want any help?", to that, you only managed to huff again, mouth opening in a proud "argh!" as you looked to your side in shame, running away from his gaze. At that and the subtle purple forming in your cheeks, Neteyam couldn't help but let his own mouth form yet another simple smile as he knew what it meant. You did need help with taking off your braids — and you hated that he caught on to it so easily. —

Neteyam walked over, his own braids dancing side to side as he moved. He took a seat right behind you, his legs dangling to the side of your own, making you comfortably hugged by them as he gently grabbed the tip of one of your braids, a few of your curls shifting with his touch. He clicked his tongue, noticing they were too dry to try and undo them like this, and that your efforts turned out to form little knots along your hair. The contact of his hands on your scalp made you at ease, but your relaxed complexion went away as he exclaimed light-heartedly "you're like a baby!"

You pouted, eyebrows knitting together and face turning abruptly in his direction, your hair working like a whiplash directly on his face, which made the na'vi purse his lips together in a tight line. "come on," he rushed you calmly, hands getting on your back so you could move, the heat contrasting with the cold atmosphere of the river, "you know you are! get in so we can get your hair wet, I'll take them off for you." His caring energy made you obey within seconds, the purple hue appearing on your cheeks again as you blushed. You didn't like to think you were being a nuisance with his already hustling routine, but to have someone look out for you in a way that wasn't parenting sent a warm feeling to your chest, it was soothing, loving, and new, and you liked it.

Removing both loincloths and whatever else you needed, Neteyam guided you with his right hand on your lower back as the other found your shoulder, there was a small waterfall a few steps before you, and the water wasn't much cold now that your skin got used to its temperature. The waterfall wasn't one of much pressure in its fall down, yet the splashing of water that fell on your head made you giggle, and Neteyam mirrored the sound haphazardly, murmuring, "little skxawng…"

Before you could sit down you quickly turned around, pulling his face toward yours, a fun smile still plastered on your face as you touched foreheads first, intensely staring at each other as you brushed noses, and finally closing your eyes as you kissed slowly. Staying with foreheads touched for a while, Neteyam's eyes went wide as he opened them to be met with a darkening color in the sky, "come on, yawne! (darling) It's almost dark!" He rushed you, who promptly seated on the river, the water not reaching further than your belly button and the water pressure still generating a funny feeling on your scalp.

With the help of the running water and Neteyam’s agile fingers, you divided your hair into two halves, one was yours and the other his. While the boy was quick to have his section of your hair nearly finished, whenever you thought you were doing really good with unraveling the hairdo, it formed a knot on your slim fingers, which led you to, in looping, exclaim in annoyance, grab the comb, and try to rapidly get rid of the knot.

“You’re going to lose a lot of hair, you know? Leave it to me, yawne.” He calmly stated, the neon lights of the lake and your surroundings already glowing with the nighttime, you paused, looking up so your eyes could reach him, but not get in the way of his handy work, “I’m sorry.” Neteyam blinked, his eyebrows knitting together for a split second, glowing freckles and amber eyes looking right into you, “what are you sorry about? Y/n, you’re my amhul, I want to take care of you, you know?” You smiled as he called you “his woman” still trying to get used to the intimacy of the both of you, even in a moment like this. “It’s past eclipse, ‘teyam… They’ll miss you” He knew what you were referring to. The curfew Jake and Neytiri had agreed and established with all of their children. He wasn’t being reckless, though, he wouldn’t leave you be to behave like a child and hurt yourself while taking off your braids, and his mother knew he had left looking for you – having the soft spot for you Neytiri grew to have, she would let this pass no questions asked. — “Y/n,” his tone was serious. deep. “Nga yawne lu oer. I’ll take care of you and then stay with you whenever you need me to. Hopefully for the rest of my life.” The feeling of his hands running through your braids and meticulously undoing it all was nearly massaging, distracting you. You blushed in a mauve color as your mind wandered to the suggestion of you and Neteyam being mates when he said he wanted to be with you for the rest of your lives, and as he finished letting all of your hair loose, he tapped your head lightly twice, holding his hand out in front of you so you could get up.

At the sight of his hand held out, blue fingers hanging in front of you, you grabbed it with your smaller one, kissing the back of his palm with your eyes closed, turning to him as soon as you got up. “Nga yawne lu oer. Thank you.” You smiled fondly, looking into each other’s eyes, eyebrows shooting up as the both of you stood in awe of the other. “You look beautiful with your hair like this.”

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Taking A Relaxing Bath With Yami

Yami Sukehiro X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Suggestive themes, mentions of nudity, flirting, and I believe Yami is a warning in himself

Word Count: 1k

(A/N:) Oh my gosh y’all! The Black Clover movie is sooooo good! It made me realize how much I miss the anime! I’m keeping up with the manga and reading the chapters as they are released but man there are so many things I want to see come to life! Hey Black Clover studio new season when?! Anyway my magical husband is back (he needed more scenes but honestly I can’t get enough Yami anyway) and I need some self-indulgence stuff! XD So bear with me as I go insane! ~Countess

The Black Bulls had been your home for awhile now and you had seen many battles. Some tough. Some easy. The other members felt like family and you grew closer to each and every one of them every single day. Yami was a different story as you were in a relationship with the dark haired captain. While he seemed rough and crude, he was actually a caring man that showed how much he cared in different ways. He always seemed to in tune to your needs or how you were feeling. While he wasn’t much into PDA, in private he made sure to make up for it tenfold. You couldn’t complain about your life and you enjoyed all that being a magic knight had to offer. But it wasn’t easy all the time. Missions were rough and you did get hurt several times. It was the aches the next day that had you trying to rest to get well enough before the next mission.

Your body was covered in scratches and bruises were beginning to mar your skin. Yami had been out the majority of the day as he had a meeting with the wizard king. He took the loudest Black Bull members with him as well, leaving the base quiet enough that you could get some much needed rest. 

Night was covering the sky and still Yami had yet to return. At first you had been concerned that he was hurt or finding the company of other women. But you were quick to find out Yami was strong and not that type of man. Though he did enjoy gambling too much and if you went to look for him, you normally found him gambling all his earnings and then some, away in some seedy tavern. So instead of worrying, you decided to ease the aches by taking a much needed hot bath. Grabbing the few supplies you kept for your personal use, you went to the bathing room of the base. There was two different areas, one for the women and one for the men. Naturally you went into the women’s bath and the steam that greeted you had you relaxing just from the feel alone. 

All the tension melted away as soon as you hit the hot water and in mere seconds you were submerged up to your neck. You hummed softly stretching your joints and wiggling your digits in the water. You hadn’t been soaking long when the door opened. You weren’t facing the doorway and you couldn’t really see due to the heavy fog of steam, so the only option was to call out the name of the person you thought it could be.

“Vanessa?”

The clack of a wooden tub and a rough chuckle split the air, “Not even close sweetheart.”

You couldn’t get turned around before Yami was kissing the back of your neck. His large hand keeping your hair out of the way of his affections.

“Yami,” you whimpered.

“Mmmm?”

“This is the women’s bath you perv.”

Yami only chuckled and you braved turning around. Relief flooded you at seeing he was a little decent with the loincloth still wrapped around him. Though it made you realize your situation as you were naked as the day you were born. While he was occupied you grabbed the towel you’d brought to dry off with and wrapped yourself in it, to save a little bit of your womanly modesty. Yami had rinsed himself off and didn’t take long on getting in himself. Like you he was tired and sore and the hot water was doing wonders for his body. While you were happy to see him you stayed on the far side of the bath giving him enough space. Yami didn’t like you so far away, so while you were occupied lathering a cloth with soap he made his move. You squeaked when you felt his large hands grasp your waist and unceremoniously plopped you into his lap with a splash. You fought causing water to go over the edge of the tub, but Yami held firm refusing to let you go.

“Do your thing I’m not even here,” he grinned before nibbling at your bare shoulder.

“It sure feels like you’re here,” you retorted. 

You couldn’t be mad at him though as you felt safe in his arms while the warmth of the water seeped into your bones. Yami continued to kiss you while watching you scrub at your arms and legs, getting yourself clean. You rinsed off, splashing Yami a little in the process. You were about to get up when he opened the back of your towel. Before you could protest he shushed you quickly, taking the cloth you had used and started to wash your back. You melted into his touch as he got where you couldn’t reach. His fingertips blazing a trail down your spine, you shivered despite the heat. When he was done, Yami spun you around so you could face him. Your towel barely holding up as you kept a hand pressed to your chest. His warm gaze lingered on your lips before he leaned in and took your mouth. You moaned loudly, clinging onto the giant of a man that you called yours. Your senses filled with Yami. His touch, his breath, his skin, everything. You begin to lose where you ended and he started as he starved for your taste. The water suddenly became too hot and you couldn’t take it much longer. Yami sensed your desperation and pulled away. He chuckled at your dazed look while helping lift you from the water. He got you a dry towel and turned away, leaving you to change into something decent. When you were done, Yami had changed into a fresh pair of sleep pants. He took your hand, leading you out of the room and towards your and his shared bedroom. Your aches had finally left your body and you were ready to go back to work. Though you were sure you were going to need another bath to ease yourself of the pains if Yami had his way tonight. There was a high chance he would get what he wanted, as you couldn’t say no to your beloved captain.

[yesimilkdamilkman]

ʚɞ𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓!ʚɞ

-`♡´-𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯! 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐍𝐚'𝐯𝐢 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-`♡´-

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This is just pure filth, eat up. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: *𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩!*

WARNINGS: Pure filth, and prev! Spider

Words: 166

Perv! Spider who gets so hard when you eat phallic-like objects, like a Pandora version of a banana, or a popsicle Norm and the scientist conjured up he has to take a bath in the coldest pond in the forest. Just to get rid of his boner, because his hand can't.

Perv! Spider who thinks he's good at hiding the fact that seeing eat or suck on phallic-like objects turns him on, but he's not; nor can he. Anytime you have phallic-like objects, you can smell the pre-cum leaking from his tip.

Prev! Spider who got caught, sniffing one of your unwashed loincloths. And begged you not to tell to anyone.

Perv! Spider who got caught again, but this time jacking off with one of your unwashed loincloths, while you were looking for him.

Perv! Spider who you had, begging for you to slow down as you bounced up and down on his dick.

Perv! Spider who had to tap out, 'cause he couldn't take it.

[quaritchsbunny]

Jake Sully as a Yandere (hc)

Wc: 1.8k

Warnings/Tags: stalking, obsessive behavior, f!omaticayan reader x olo’ekytan jake, suggestive, yandere behavior, minor power abuse from Jake, slight manipulation, kinda bimbo!reader

A/N: AHHH my first fic/hc ever hope this can be enjoyed by someone, anyone! Leave any comments and requests!

- Extremity Scale : 2/5

- Type of yandere: Impulsive, overprotective, slightly delusional

- He’s been a marine all his human years, trained for self control, cold battlefields, the adrenaline filled tussles for life.

- Even though he’s no longer constantly waking up before the sun rises to serve the country, even though he’s an avatar with a new life, new rules, new responsibility as the olo’ekytan and a new sense of independence with his new legs and much taller frame…

- His heart still craves rushes, highs where he feels the air around him contract and his fingers go numb with fight or flight instincts and his brain go haywire, overwhelmed with emotion in the new world he’s been presented

- But this time, it’s a different kind of adrenaline

- It’s the kind of adrenaline he gets from seeing you.

- At first, it was innocent, you just stood out to him in the clan, your beauty was unmatched and his newly functional blue legs almost trembled when he first saw you.

- At first, it was just a bit of an energy boost, convincing himself it would lift his spirits after a long day, it was enough to see just a glimpse of your swinging tail, and he’d fall asleep happy, his adrenaline cravingss fulfilled for the day

- But gradually, his cravings for you had become more and more frequent. Until it grew into a completely different feeling. Blurring the lines between obsession and addiction as it grew into his own muddled sense of love

- An emotion he had been taught to eliminate to focus on his tasks as a marine, but now? All thoughts are thrown out the window. He immediately pursues you. Although its in his very special, observant way

- It’s not that you guys never talked to each other, or that Jake was shy (it was actually quite the opposite, as jake never had much chances to make a move because you always swilveled your head the other way when the muscular avatar and toruk makto seemed to come your way) but either way, Jake was more of an watcher, much like how he took just the split second to analyze his opponent’s weaknesses before striking on the battle field

- This observance, wether it was rooted out of trying to know you more, or because he was addicted his bioluminscent spots suddenly felt like radar guns around you, glowing so bright among the stripes of his skin, soon became his way to love you.

- Whether it’s seeing you at the clan dinner, blue skin illuminated by the campfire the Omaticaya huddled around as they ate the fresh hunts, clad next to your friends that sat so close to you while he sat far away, opposite from you in his position as olo’ ekytan, he doesn’t care about the hunt, dinner, or all the chatter going on, the rumbling in his stomach is silence compared to the thumping in his heart and the red in his eyes when he sees your friend offer you fresh fruit.

- It should be him.

- Or maybe the way he oh so accidentally just stumbles upon you every time you take a bath in one of Pandora’s many bioluminiscent rivers, your unknowing form resting beautifully in the clear flow of the water, droplets clinging to your neck as his own drool drips down his.

- He didnt have a second thought before the strewn strings of his loincloth fell to the lush forest floor as well, eyes furrowing in pleasure as he watched you wash yourself, though his pants and touches were not for the purpose of washing his body as he bit intently on his bottom lip, expert at holding back noise from the battle training he had undergone as a human

- And maybe it’s the way you seem to quietly flow throughout the clan, silently helping others with your skill, or the quiet rhythms of your breathing as you insert beads on young children’s hair. Delicate fingers deftly swirling through the scalp and embedding the handmade beads you carved and collected into every adolescent’s head

- Oh he would’ve done absolutely anything, so many times he wanted to push those undeserving children aside and pry his head into your hands, wanting your delicate touch.

- One fateful morning when he sees that you’re not as tall as many males of the tribe and watches with haltered breath as you tiptoe on a weak bark you’ve climbed up, trying so hard to reach a fruit you’ve been searching for all day along, your calves sour as you huff out, arms nowhere near the plump purple fruit that seemed to taunt you on the tree. (alone? You had thought so, Jake has watched you and trained himself to be quiet for so long now that he has memorized exactly how to follow you)

- It’s at this moment that the muddled ideas of love in his head click into a full picture, he justifies it, how much you need him, a strong mate that can protect you from the many risks you face all day in the forests, being particularly domestic and caring.

- His agile legs take one step after another, the moist morning soil crunching as he approaches you. He thanks eywa for this moment, as if the great mother herself was the one who had put you in such a perfect situation to fall into his arms. She needs me! She’s so helpless, that branch can cut her toe, what if the fruit falls on her, what if a beast was here, oh this is the perfect moment! She needs me!

- You stumble as you hear him approach, losing balance on the flimsy branch you had tiptoed on as your head whips back to see who was there.

- And like the most perfect scene in a human movie, he pulls you into his arms just before your ankle twists out of unbalance and pressure on the branch, and you almost forget where you are as his much more muscular avatar arms embrace you, warm like the sun that shines on the forest ground as his earthy scent embraces you.

- The moment you fall into his arms, everything clicks for jake. Whatever yandere tendencies had been stirring below him now immediately turned full notch as he pulled you away from the tree, your perfect form swallowed in his thick arms. This was perfect, I need her, she needs me

- “Oh sweet, what were you doin hm? Up so high on the branch, what if I wasnt coincidentally strollin here and couldn’t have caught you, hm?”

- You gulp, nervously as his bright dark pupils pierce into you, so dilated the ring of yellow was thinner than a glade of grass as his eyes swallowed you

- You say thanks shyly as he puts you down, getting ready to head off back to the village, embarrassed that of all people, the mighty new unmated toruk makto and olo’ ekytan had seen your scrawny clumsy form try to reach a fruit because you were stubborn and craved it more than what the clan currently had to offer, your embarrassment crawling through. The violet fruit hanging high on the tree seems unimportant compared to the undeniably attractive man towering over you, expectant. 

- “Where ya going? Don’t you want those fruits?” he chuckles, his canines showing as his tail swishes playfully, tilting his head back to the tree

- You swallow thickly and shake your head, the heat rising like bricks of coal in your face as you told him you were fine without the fruit

- Jake laughs, the sound melodic in the air as he effortlessly glides up, not even using the branch as he reaches and pulls down a basket full of the fruits, loading them in your hand woven one, each growing as heavy as his heartbeats around you until it was filled to the brim

- “Now you can hurry home, and I’m escorting you, don’t want you stepping on any flimsy branches again” Jake says smoothly, winking as he takes the heavy basket from you without a word and begins to walk with you back to the village

- In your own flusteredness (and slight gidiness) you dont hear how loud his heart is pounding next to you, how his long legs slow down to match your pace, the very bad guise of him walking you home on one of the safest paths that many dangerous beasts abandoned long ago with absolutely no threats in the daytime, or his fingers nervously fumbling with the edge of your basket, his tail swishing at the speed of light as it drew little infinity signs behind you

- Even when you two make it back to the village, he insists on personally carrying the basket back to your hut to make sure nothing happens (which he pretended skillfully not to know the way to, as if he hadn’t watched you sleep every other night) and you shyly lead the way, as your friends see you and hoot teasingly when they sighted you with the infamous new chief of the clan. 

- He sets the fruits on your table gracefully and says bye as he swings out of the hut, his heart pounding

- Later when you pick one of the many perfectly ripe fruits he had picked, you find a stripe of paper, crumbled and stained with sweat with Jake’s sloppy navi writing

“Ikran riding tomorrow before the eclipse?”

- You giggled playfully as you held the paper close to your chest, unaware that Jake himself was also smiling happily at your reaction from his crouched position just behind your hut, ears pressed to the woven walls.

- It’s not that you could’ve really said no, he knew your schedule was free tomorrow and your friends and any parents who wanted their child’s hair beaded had been so politely asked by the chief of the clan to avoid you all day, so what else could you have done but tell him yes at the clan dinner?

- From then on, it was only natural that you guys became mates, Jake began to escort you everywhere under the excuse of your clumsiness, paranoid as if you were the most fragile navi to exist, until he eventually convinced you that you didn’t need to go out so much, that he could direct others in the tribe to hunt and collect whatever fruit you desired

- This form of protectiveness carried over to whenever your friends asked you to go out at night, as he soon began to sleep early with you in the guise of health to eliminate any inconvenient and “dangerous” outings he couldn’t possibly let happen to his darling

-and the same attitude carried to(god forbid) any males asked you to talk alone.

- His dominating frame slid right in front of yours, chest presented proudly “if it’s that important, let the olo’ekytan know, im sure i can solve any problem you’ve got” he says, the venom behind his words hidden behind the sweet puppy smile he reserved for you

- He smiled happily as he pulled you close in front of the clan, fingers interlacing as he hand fed you the freshest fruits at dinner, body relaxing as he watched you braid the finest of your beads into his hair, bathing with you in the rivers as he called your name for everyone to hear in your throes of passion.

- Who knew that waking up early to harvest all the short fruit trees until they were bare of any fruit within the mile radius of the village that fateful day could’ve led to such a perfect romance?

[colettebronte]

The Queen and the General Beltane Special

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Pairing: General!Anthony Bridgerton x Queen fem!reader x General!Simon Basset

Summary: Your Prize has arranged a private celebration for you both, featuring a very special guest.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+ This part contains sexy shenanigans in a bathtub, frottage, vaginal fingering and a threesome; not necessarily in that order. Minors DNI. This will go up on Ao3 so please do not repost my work elsewhere

Author’s Note: Please accept this very smutty holiday special as an apology for NOT writing the next true part of The Queen and The General. I hope you enjoy it!

Beltane: May Day, or the midway point between Spring Equinox and Summer Solstice, celebrating life and togetherness, it is traditionally celebrated with feasts, bonfires, dancing around the Maypole and by some subcultures from Ancient Rome through the Middle Ages: Orgies

It’s with much annoyance that you stomp into your bedchamber, having been summoned from a day-long meeting with all of your advisors over how to best proceed with a vast, newly acquired land to your empire and just as importantly, how to best care for its battle-weary inhabitants, now your new subjects.

Correction, you remind yourself, it was a meeting with most of your advisors, one was conspicuously absent from mid-day when he abruptly left the meeting without so much as a word.

Antonius.

And now, many hours after his unexpected departure, he has the gall to summon you, the queen, to your own chambers. 

Allowing the heavy door to slam shut, you call out, “Why exactly, have I been pulled away from an important meeting?” You receive no response, which angers you further until you hear the padding of bare feet across the marble floor of your bathing chamber and Antonius enters, wearing his loincloth, and nothing else. Even though it’s a common enough occurrence, the sight of his bare, toned, tanned body never fails to give you pause as despite yourself, you stare hungrily.

You’re lost in watching the play of his muscles in the candlelight and your prize chuckles as he comes to stand before you, placing something in your limp hands. Staring at his handsome visage so intently, you hadn’t noticed he was carrying anything.

“Come now, My Queen, allow me to help you get changed so that we may take a bath together on this special night.”

His words shake you from your stupor and you glance down at the item in your hands, a silky, sheer bathing robe. You look up from it to gape at him. “I can’t take a bath,” you splutter. “I have to return to our meeting.” You pause to poke him in the chest. “A meeting that you abandoned half-way through!” Primly, and with the robe still in hand, you cross your arms across your chest. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Antonius looks at you for a moment, amusement dancing in his eyes before he gently pries the robe from your fingers and then pulls you into his arms. Despite yourself you lean into him and take a deep inhale of his warm, comforting scent.

“This won’t always work to assuage my anger,” you mumble into his muscular chest.

He rests his chin on the top of your head before answering in a quiet rumble, “I know, My Queen. But it does work most of the time.” 

Despite yourself, you giggle.

Before you can say another word, Antonius steps back, his nimble fingers making short work of the clasp at the back of your chainmail dress. After a moment, it slithers to the floor and before you can feel the evening chill, he places the robe on your body and ties it loosely around your waist. Not giving you a chance to protest, he leans down and drawing an unregal squeal from your lips, takes you up into his arms and carries you bridal style into the bathing chamber.

When you moved into your new palace, your personal bed and bath chambers were among the first places you had plans drawn up to be improved. The new bathing chamber is tiled in floor-to-ceiling black marble, lit overhead by several green glass and emerald chandeliers. Dotting the room are plants and sculptures gifted to you from various trade partners. But the crowning glory is the large, elegantly appointed bathing tub made of white marble in the center of the room. Warmed by a fire underneath, the center has been meticulously carved out to allow a tapered edge along the bottom to sit comfortably. It’s luxurious and you and your handsome prize have enjoyed many baths together with plenty of room to spare.

He puts you down onto the small square of plush white carpet placed at the foot of the tub. You recall his words as you watch while he goes to the free-standing black marble shelves and selects a variety of colorful glass bottles for use in your shared bath.

“What did you mean by calling this a special night?” You wrack your brain for any special occasion between you. Though together properly for just a handful of months, you know of all the significant days in his life. The day of his birth is many months off yet.

Antonius places several bottles on the lip of the tub absently before turning to you.

“My Queen, it is Beltane,” he says simply.

You scrunch your face, thinking aloud. “Surely not. May Day is . . . .” 

“Today, My Queen.” You stare at him in disbelief as he nods once.

“But we haven’t had any celebrations! I should have at the very least hosted a Bonfire and a feast for my subjects. What will they think?” You start to pace, losing yourself in thought. “I can’t believe I’ve neglected Beltane! How awful.” 

Your prize stills you with gentle hands on your shoulders. “My Queen, they will think you are saving resources after a recent battle won. The people are just grateful to have their loved ones returned to them safely,” He pauses to steer you to one of the windows looking out over the valley to the villages below. “See how your people are making their own May Day celebrations.”

Sure enough, you see the dark landscape before you, dotted with many spots of flickering bright orange, the bonfires lit by your subjects, celebrating the day you had been so consumed by other matters to remember.

You turn to look at the man behind you. He remembered. And unless you are very much mistaken, he has something unforgettable planned for the two of you. You run a hand across his cheek.

“Well then, My Prize, show me how we shall be celebrating tonight.” His answering smile, as always, warms you just as much as any bonfire could.

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With your back facing the entrance of the room, your head is pillowed on your crossed arms on the lip of the tub as you watch Antonius add more wood and then stoke the fire keeping the water warm. Seemingly satisfied with his work, he stands and stares at you, body half-hidden by the soap bubbles. You offer him a hand to join you when there is a knock at the door of your bedchamber.

He smiles and calls out, “Enter!” At your curious look he says, “I asked for some wine and fruit to be brought up for us.”

The door opens and then curiously, there is the sound of the door bolt locking. You hear bare feet on marble and then a cherished voice says, “I believe you ordered something special for this Beltane night.”

Turning, you can only stare as The Duke sets a tray laden with fruit and a carafe of wine down on a black marble table. He’s meant to be leagues away, wrapping things up on the front lines of the recent battle, not here in your bathing chamber dressed in his red and gold robe and, unless you are very much mistaken, nothing else.

Before you can voice your confusion Antonius comes to stand beside him. “I wrote to The Duke a few weeks ago and told him of my plans for tonight,” he pauses to smile softly at the other man. “He was amenable to joining us.”

Your prize’s words and all they imply cause a frisson of lust to zing straight to your core, making you grateful you’re already in the tub. Antonius steps forward and with gentle fingers, takes up your hair and piling it atop your head, secures it with a hairpin.

Fingers slipping down to play with a few stray hairs at the nape of your neck, he rumbles, “Now if there are no objections, might we get started?”

Squeezing your thighs together you slide back to give them both room to climb in. Antonius starts to undo his loincloth but The Duke stills his hand, untying the garment himself, as he stands behind your handsome prize. The Duke presses a kiss into his neck, one hand kneading his chest while his other hand gives Antonius’ now-free cock a generous stroke. Your prize throws his head back against The Duke’s shoulder and moans, grinding back against the other man.

Turned on but also feeling neglected, you splash them, causing The Duke to offer you a wicked smile. “I believe we ought to tend to our queen.”

“Just so, Antonius murmurs, turning to undo the sash keeping The Duke’s robe closed and then he pushes it off his shoulders. Without further ceremony, both men join you in the tub, Antonius at your front, The Duke at your back.

Leaning back against The Duke, you rest your head against his shoulder, staring up at him from under your lashes, He smiles back fondly, before placing his hands on your shoulders and dipping his head down to kiss you, his teeth nipping at your lips, as if asking for permission to enter. Opening wide, you suck his tongue into your mouth, enjoying the feel of it mingling with yours. 

Lost in his wondrous kisses, you squeal in surprise as a different soapy hand begins to work over your breasts, tugging your nipples with a delightful pleasure-pain that has you gasping into The Duke’s mouth. Shifting forward, The Duke presses his body further against yours, massaging your back as Antonius continues to play with your nipples. The sensation of their four hands lavishing your body is both overwhelming and yet, nowhere near enough.

Sliding onto your handsome prize’s lap, his fingers slide down your chest and stop to rest a few inches above your sex. His irises darken and he stares deep into your eyes, daring you to beg him to reach lower. “Is there something you need, My Queen?” You scowl at the amused tone in his voice.

The Duke rests his chin on your shoulder, his deep voice purring in your ear as he says, “You must tell us what it is you desire, My Queen. And if it pleases us to do so, we may allow it.”

You gasp as suddenly both men pull away from you, each resting back against their sides of the tub, leaving you alone in the center, feeling bereft of their touches and incredibly turned on. You look back and forth between them, with only one thought in your head. You need more.

Under the water, you scratch lightly over your thighs as you mull over your next words. Finally you look at Antonius. “I want both of you to use your skilled hands and fingers.”

Your prize stares at you through half-lidded eyes. His voice is pitched dangerously low as he asks, “Where would you like them, My Queen?”

Unable to stifle a moan, your answer is immediate. “On me, in me, wherever you wish to place them. Please, my beautiful boys, I need them.”

Antonius nods but makes no move towards you. His eyes look over your head to The Duke. You turn to see them have a silent conversation, before The Duke offers him a nod. And then just as suddenly as they abandoned you, both men slide toward you, filling your senses with all of them. You lean forward into Antonius’ embrace and then he’s kissing his way down your throat with wet, open-mouthed kisses. Meanwhile The Duke is behind you, sliding his hands under your arms to palm your breasts.

Antonius kisses you fervidly, his talented tongue, working its way into your mouth with ease, leaving you breathless. Breaking the kiss, he whispers hotly in your ear, “Do you trust us, My Queen?”

“Yes!” you cry out as both men shift around you in the tub.  The Duke moves back and sitting up on his knees, maneuvers you to rest your head back against his shoulder as he supports your body from behind. Antonius spreads your legs and kneels between them, keeping your chest and head well above the waterline, your body braced safely between them.

The Duke presses soft kisses to your neck as his fingers slide down your stomach to rest at your slit and then you moan as Antonius’ fingers join his, both men tapping lightly against your sex. You feel one set of fingers part your slit as another pair dips in, first swirling around your clit and then pinching lightly, forcing you to cry out, pressing your head further back against The Duke’s shoulder.

“That’s it, My Queen,” The Duke murmurs into your neck, tongue darting out to lick your heated flesh. “Don’t hold back. Let us know exactly how you feel about what we’re doing to you.”

The fingers inside you increase their pressure against your clit and you open your eyes to stare at your handsome Prize leaning over you, his face awash with lust and concentration. You know for certain, the fingers inside you are his.

You’re overtaken with the urge to kiss him, even as his fingers continue to pound away inside you. He moans and then pitches over to mash his face into the other side of your neck, sucking a bruise into your skin, which draws a breathy moan from your lips. Your body begins to shake from pleasure.

Your prize’s fingers slide in and out of you just as The Duke slips his hands down to grasp your thighs, holding you open even more for Antonius, the feel of  his skillful fingers working you over intensifies and you know your orgasm is imminent.

“My boys!” you call out. It’s the only warning you can give before you throw your head back against The Duke’s powerful shoulders as your vision whites out and you come with a keening wail. Antonius’ fingers continue to swirl gently and The Duke presses tender kisses into your cheek as you come down from the powerful orgasm.

The men shift around to make you more comfortable, with Antonius taking you to rest your head against his chest as you slowly regain your breath. The Duke pulls your hair pin out and  gently massages your scalp, making you hum with pleasure.

When you finally find your ability to speak again, you gaze between your two lovers and say, “Thank you for this lovely Beltane treat, my beautiful boys.” 

The Duke smiles at you softly but then looks at Antonius with amusement. “Do you wish to tell her, or should I?” He asks your handsome prize.

You shift your face to look up at Antonius. He flashes you a wicked smile that despite your activities mere moments earlier, ignites another flame in your core.

“Oh my Queen,” he pauses to tuck your hair behind your ear before continuing, “We’re only just getting started tonight.”

[wheneclipsefalls]

Ma Neteyam pt.3

 Part 2 Part 4

Summary: A steaming night with his captor has Neteyam ready to try his luck at escaping.

Warnings: hand jobs, hickeys, smut, begging, kissing, nsfw, stockholm syndrome, power imbalance, abo universe, masturbation, swearing

“Neteyam. Time to wake up.” The words floated into his unconscious mind encouraging the omega to start stirring. Every movement brought on a dull ache that could not be ignored. In response the omega stopped his movements and instead cozied further into the warmth below him. “Come now, sweet one. You’ve had enough sleep.” The deep voice purred. 

Neteyam loved the vibrations that came below him as the voice spoke. A wave of calm washed over the omega and he couldn’t help but wish to stay in that state forever. That is, until his mind came back into focus and he recalled the night before. Eyes snapped open and his heart dropped as he realized where the warmth was coming from. He was sprawled out messily across the alpha, with one leg thrown across his hip consequently spreading himself wide. He squeaked, trying to push himself off from Kxolo. 

“Woah, hey there it’s alright baby.” The taller male chuckled while watching Neteyam struggled to throw himself to the other side of the hammock. Neteyam was even further mortified to find not only himself but also Kxolo sticky with the remnants of his own slick. How could this have happened? Why did he agree to doing such things with an alpha? What would his father say if he knew he had not only touched an alpha but had masturbated next to one?

His cheeks stained into a dark purple from the rushing heat. How was he ever going to look at Kxolo again? The alpha in question simply cooed sweet words as he read the anxiety across Neteyam’s face.

“Come Neteyam, it’s alright. I think you just need to clean up a bit before breakfast.” And himself too, considering the stickiness of his legs. “I know the perfect spot, come on.” Neteyam was too embarrassed to refuse the outreached hand or speak as they left the hammock. The pair snuck past the few Na’vi awake as Kxolo grabbed new loincloths and soap for each of them. They however were not so lucky when passing Pulo’s post.

“Good morning, bro-oh.” He cut himself off as caught the sweet scent wafting from the two.

“Shut up and get back to work.” Kxolo growled before taking Neteyam’s arm and hurrying the two along. He would be damned if he let another alpha smell the slick that was only meant for him. 

They made it to the lake in a fairly remote spot. Luckily no one had started bathing yet so it was the perfect time to get in and out with some privacy. However, for Neteyam, privacy did not include bathing with Kxolo. He watched nervously as the alpha set down the loincloths and soap aside on a rock near the water. The alpha quickly got to work undoing his battle band and arms bands without hesitation. He looked back to Neteyam in a way that suggested he should do the same. Neteyam stared back with wide eyes. 

“I-I can wait.”

“You’ve been sticky all night baby. It’s time you get clean. Besides, I can’t have you running off while I bathe.”

“I am not getting naked in front of you, especially after last night.” Neteyam tried to keep voice firm and strong despite the embarrassment. There was a shift in the alpha’s expression as he tilted his head, staring back at the omega with an eyebrow raised. Suddenly he was stalking quickly towards the Neteyam causing him to shuffle backwards awkwardly.

“Oh really? And what was last night?”

“You-you…you”

“I what? Did I touch you without permission?”

“Well no but-”

“Did I make you touch me?”

“No I guess not-”

“It was in fact you that actually insisted on touching me.” He smirked, closing the final distance between the two. “Then really all that I did last night was offer to help and then respected your wishes when you refused.” Neteyam couldn’t tell why but his cheeks once again became inflamed. The alpha didn’t so much as blink while taking in his expression.

“I do, however, hope you know that there is nothing you need to be ashamed of. Your omega is simply recognizing what it wants, my love.” The lips that brushed his cheek made the omega shiver once more, still extremely sensitive. 

“You promise not to look?” Neteyam pointed at the alpha, shooting for an intimidating look.

“If that is what you wish.” With that, the alpha reached for his own loincloth and shoved it nonchalantly to his ankles. Neteyam let out a gasp before slapping a hand over his eyes. The loud laugh that came from Kxolo slowly faded some distance as he waded into the water. 

“You can come in now, Neteyam. As promised, my eyes are closed.”

Without giving him time to change his mind, Neteyam rushed to grab the soap, discard his loincloth and practically jumped into the water so he was properly covered. The rest of their bathing session was completed in silence as they both scrubbed the stickiness from their bodies individually with soap. Neteyam refused to once again exit the water until the Alpha had his back turned and eyes closed. Finally clean and decent once more, the two set off for breakfast.

Neteyam wished he had never lied about wanting to join Kxolo on business. He supposed riding with alpha pressed against his back the entire day was his punishment. It took them hours to oversee the new tents being built, the materials being gathered for upcoming celebrations, and talk with what felt like every single family in the village. Along the way, Kxolo would stop to pick up especially beautiful blossoms and present them to Neteyam, in an attempt to be charming, he supposed. However, no flower would make up for the agony of having his back against the alpha’s abs as he tried not to think about how good it felt to trace them the night before. To make matters worse, the motion from riding the direhorse had an incidental effect of brushing the taller Na’vi crotch against Neteyam’s rear over and over and over again. 

Luckily, Neteyam was able to keep his composure and part of his dignity as they rode from place to place. He put great effort into maintaining a poker face and even more into preventing his arousal from building. He didn’t have the hormones to excuse himself this time and would be damned if he spent another night like the one before again. He had yet to gain any useful information in the past two days, so really the alpha was an awful distraction. 

He spent the evening portion trying to talk Kxolo into letting him out with Vamai again. Something told him she was the only person that would tell things to him straight. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage all the while making his alpha proud for ‘making friends’. 

“It’s too late at night my love. I would prefer you stay in the village after eclipse.”Kxolo continued to eat the larvae as he sat with his legs spread comfortably. He didn’t like the way Neteyam had barely touched his dinner.

“You sound like my father.”

“Well then he is a smart man. The forest is no place for omegas alone at night.”

“I’ve lived in these woods for twenty years. I know how to take care of myself.” He once again shoved the plate of food away in annoyance. The alpha leaned closer, setting his elbow on top of his bent knee.

“First of all, you have not spent twenty years in this part of the woods and secondly Vamai herself, who has in fact spent such time, is not allowed out alone after eclipse.”  

“That is so ridiculous!”

“Neteyam.” Kxolo warned in a low voice, sending the omega a pointed look. “Don’t push your luck.” The growl sent shivers down Neteyam’s spine. His mind drifted back to what Vamai said about punishment. He didn’t think he could take any more embarrassment in one day. 

The next few days flew by for Neteyam. Kxolo was called away for most of them on mysterious business, although he knew it had to be something concerning Neteyam and their mating. They still spent the nights together in the hammock (there was less room than he would have liked in the bed) but the sully boy was not too bothered by the alpha’s absence as it gave him more time to spend with Vamai. 

“He looks at me like I’m a piece of meat!” She laughed loudly, shoving Neteyam’s shoulder.

“So I’ll take that as you’re not interested in him, then.”

“When I mate it will be with someone that has more than two brain cells.”

“Or maybe someone who doesn’t give you a curfew.” Her smile faltered a little at the comment.

“Be realistic, Neteyam. Only alphas that don’t care about their omegas are like that.” He snorted, shaking his head at her comment. He thought at least Vamai would agree with him on this matter. 

“Plus I hear that you get to be the guest of honor at the next festival. Leynyey has already been working on your outfit for days now.” She could tell she was getting nowhere the way Neteyam’s nose scrunched at the news. 

“I have no interest in everyone gawking at me.”

“Well if they did you for sure would make it to second base with Kxolo.” He hissed at her, playfully trying to push the girl back.

“You sxawjn! Why would I want that?” Her giggles only increased as she pushed back against the omega’s hands. 

“I saw you and Olo’eyktan rush away from dinner a few nights ago.” She winked before finally managing to stop his attacks.

“That was nothing just-”

“One of those little heats leading up to presenting, I know. Regardless, just be happy you have someone to get you through it.” There was a touch of sadness in those amber eyes. It never occurred to him how hard it must have been for Vamai when she fully presented, all alone. He wanted to ask her more about it or maybe apologize but she was already prancing ahead as if nothing happened. 

When they made it back to the village with the beta guards she called back his name once more after they started in different directions. “Oh and Neteyam!”

“Yeah?”

“You really can do so much worse than Kxolo. He is a good guy if you give him a chance.”

“Hold still, little one.” Kxolo spoke sternly, giving his shoulder a small squeeze. He had been re-braiding Neteyam’s hair for over an hour now and the boy was getting restless. He hated the way his body responded to sitting between the alpha’s spread legs as his hair was endlessly fondled. Kxolo on the other hand was extremely patient as he placed bead after bead into the omega’s silky hair. Neteyam always looked so beautiful with the colorful ornaments woven throughout his jet black hair. 

“I don’t see why it needed to be redone in the first place.” He grumbled under his breath. 

“Oh hush, you can be such a little minx sometimes.” He chuckled before adding another red bead to his hair. 

“Am not.”

“Of course you are. Always have a little attitude, determined to do things your way.” His words did not match the fond tone they carried. “That’s one of the many things I love about you.” 

There was no good response to that confession. However, Neteyam did not enjoy the alternative as it kept them in silence with a strange tension he could not describe. The squirming increased as he tried to ignore the heat now blooming across his whole face. 

“Well I only have an attitude because you push me around all the time.” The sentence was barely more than a mumble as Neteym fiddled with his fingers. 

“Push you around, do I?” Kxolo teasingly tugged one of the braids gently. The omega tried to elbow him back in response. 

“Yes! You are always telling me what to do and where to go. You are so incredibly bossy.” A firm grip settled itself around a handful of Neteyam’s braid before he felt his head being pulled back. He strained to see the towering alpha now looking down at him smirking. 

“Oh baby boy, you have no idea how bossy I can be.” That feline smirk made Neteyam’s stomach do back flips. Sitting there completely under the alpha’s control, held by his hair, a coil of heat started to build once again in his core. He felt like there was a tether holding him to Kxolo, unable to look away and unable to keep his arousal at bay.

Kxolo’s other hand came to rest against Neteyam’s cheek before leaning in till they were nose to nose. The sully boy held his breath, eyes frantically switching back and forth between the Olo’eyktan’s lips and golden orbs. Then there were lips on his and Neteyam dared not to move a muscle. The kiss was loving and slow but the alpha’s lips were unwavering and possessive as they worked Neteyam’s own lips apart. 

The omega could barely think as Kxolo’s tongue teased his bottom lip, a silent request to open. He had never kissed anyone before so the whole sensation was so new and exciting but all the while completely out of his comfort zone. Luckily for him, his omega was eager to follow the alpha’s lead, parting his lips on command. Kxolo’s tongue explored leisurely as if they had all the time in the world. He did not let the younger male escape the kiss until he had ended with a sharp nip to the his bottom lip. 

Kxolo couldn’t help but admire how pretty Neteyam looked there panting for breath, eyes blown wide. Meanwhile Neteyam struggled to clear his head of the dirty thoughts swarming there. His efforts were pointless when soft lips then came to gently kiss their way down one side of his neck. The hand in his hair was once again used as a leverage point allowing the alpha to turn his head to one side and present his neck. 

The pressure, the warmth, the gentle touches, every part of the open mouth kisses made Neteyam’s body spark to life. There was no stopping the breathy little moans that escaped his lips. He wanted more, needed more. As if in response to his silent prayer, Kxolo expert lips started to suck harshly against a spot along the column of his neck. The sensation was a mixture of pain and pleasure that prompted the omega let out a loud whine with his hips arching off the ground. Kxolo didn’t miss a beat as he secured Neteyam’s waist with one arm while continuing the assault on his neck. Sharp fangs came into the mix and Neteyam squealed and attempted to break away. His actions and sounds were ignored, unable to get out of the alpha’s grip. Finally, it seemed Kxolo decided to have mercy on the boy and let go to admire his handy work. 

The purple hickey was already starting to form against the boy’s neck. Kxolo smiled as he thought about how easy it would be to leave marks along the rest of the boy’s body. If he was already squirming from a simple hickey on the neck, what would he do with one to his inner thigh. In an attempt to soothe the sting, he licked against the mark, but it only had Neteyam bucking more against his grip. 

A breeze danced its way across their bodies and Neteyam was mortified to realize he could smell his own slick. From the raise of the alpha’s eyebrow it was obvious he could smell it too. Things only got worse as his hair was released and he looked down to see a noticeable tent in his loincloth. He subconsciously took his bottom lip between his teeth, a nervous habit he had picked up years ago. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a long thumb pressing on his lip to release it. Their eyes met.

“Do not bite your lip like that unless you want me to rail that little hole of yours right here and now.” He growled. 

The air left Neteyam’s body in a silent whine. It was cruel, so incredibly cruel, he thought. The hardness between his legs was getting unbearable and his hole was dripping constantly and the alpha had the nerve to tease him with things he sensibly knew he could not accept but desperately wanted. 

The moment crashed into a million pieces with the sound of the dinner horn off in the distance. Surely thinking the alpha would let them be late for once, Neteyam was confused to find the warmth behind him disappear and a hand being offered to him.

“Wh-where are you going?” He questioned but used the hand to get up regardless. 

“We are heading to dinner, baby boy. Didn’t you hear the horns?” Kxolo teased with a shit-eating grin. “Unless of course, there is something else you want to do?” He winked devilishly at the stuttering omega. 

“Well I uh-” Neteyam mentally slapped himself for failing to form a sentence properly again. “I can’t go to dinner like this.” He forced the words out, hating how embarrassed it made him to admit it. The Olo’eyktan’s gaze dropped to the omega’s loincloth still housing a boner, but it wasn’t till then that Neteyam noticed the alpha was having the same problem. The second he spotted it he tried to look away and not imagine what lay beneath the scrap of fabric. 

“Do you want me to do something about it, Neteyam? Are you asking for something?” The cocky alpha smirked while placing his hands on his hips, patiently waiting for his mate’s response. 

“What do you mean? No! Of course not! He sputtered out, now tips of his ears following suit with his burning cheeks. “But I just mean that it would be indecent to go… like this.”

“Lucky for us we are next to a cold lake so I figure that we can kill two birds with one stone.” Without waiting for any sign of agreement from Neteyam, Kxolo ran to the lake and waded in as quickly as possible before disappearing underneath the water. Second later the taller male’s head popped up and he gave an inviting wave to the boy. As much as his situation sucked, Neteyam was not a huge fan of the idea of plunging himself into freezing cold water with a hard on. 

“Neteyam, come out now or I drag you in myself!” 

Not wanting to call him out on a bluff, Neteyam quickly followed orders. 

That night Neteyam continued to toss and turn trying to get comfortable in the hammock with the older male. No matter which way he turned or scrunched or twisted there was always some sort of skin to skin contact with Kxolo. It was driving the omega crazy and he worried he had already come too close today to another mini heat so he didn’t want to push his luck. 

“Nete,” Kxolo lovingly stroked his cheek. “You alright there, sweet boy?” Neteyam scrunched into a tight ball turning away from the alpha. 

“I’m fine.” He bit out. 

“Hmm yes I can, tell. Very convincing.” He sarcastically teased while trying to turn the boy to face him. “Why don’t you tell me what is bothering you.” It was not a question but rather an invitation. 

“Don’t make me have to pry it out of you.” His arm slinked around the tiny omega, pulling his back flush against his chest. To both of their surprise, the omega’s body instantly relaxed against the larger male. His legs untucked and the tension in his shoulder floated away as he practically melted against the Olo’ekytan. Kxolo couldn’t help the proud smile that spread across his face at the endearing sight. “There you go, lovely. That’s better, just relax.” He cooed while rubbing soothing circles against the omega’s stomach. 

Neteyam tried but couldn't find it in himself to care that this was his enemy rubbed up against him. He couldn’t get himself to put the energy forth to fight back against the alpha and consider what he should do in the situation. He was tired, so incredibly tired. Tired of worrying about his family, tired of worrying about escaping, and tired of thinking about the type of person he should be for the sake of the people around him. It had been almost a week away from his family but years that he had been putting this pressure on himself. So for tonight, Neteyam gave himself permission to let it go. 

A sleepy sigh left his delicate lips as he laid his head against Kxolo’s muscular arm. The alpha watched fondly as his sleepy eyes started to droop and consequently eyelashes fluttered in an effort to keep them open. He basked in the way Neteyam’s body leaned into every soft touch he gave him, every little movement aimed towards searching the alpha out. His heart swelled at the way the omega allowed himself to be manhandled closer to the alpha until he was completely encompassed in his arms. 

“That’s right, baby. I’ve got you.” A small subconscious smile softly graced the Neteyam’s lips as he lay no longer able to keep his eyes open. “I’ve always got you.” The alpha vowed, and he knew he meant it. Nothing could ever take his Neteyam from him. Nothing could hurt the sleeping boy. 

“Where is Olo’eyktan?” Pulo demanded hastily of the beta warrior. Neteyem tried to hold in his whine at the sound of so many alphas around him. Regardless, Vamai kept one arm comfortingly around his shoulder as Pulo guided them through the village. The heat had come on only five minutes before while they were exploring one of the larger trees in the forest. He could already tell it was more intense than the past ones and was not bound to go away as quickly. 

“He is still out with the hunting party, brother.” Pulo ignored the bewildered look on the warrior’s face.

“Shit!” He huffed turning behind him to check on the omega again. Vamai continued to hush the boy, promising it would be over soon. He could tell even just from the smell and scrunch of the omega’s face that it was a stronger wave. The type of heat wave that was physically painful if not satiated. He remembers that look on his own mate’s face only a few week before she presented fully. 

“Tamil.”

“On it, brother.” he nodded simply before mounting his ikran and taking off into the skies to find their Olo’eyktan. Pulo continued to guide the two omegas to Olo’eyktan’s tent, trying to avoid the clusters of Na’vi throughout the village as much as possible. He couldn’t risk the younger alpha’s still mastering their self control getting a whiff of Neteyam and doing something they would surely regret. He hustled a few beta guards along the way so that Neteyam would have protection while safely inside the tent, without the interruptions of prying alphas. 

“Vamai, I think it’s time you go home. You can see Neteyem later.”

“And leave him alone? No way!” She growled, keeping an arm looped through the other omega’s.

“Vamai-” Pulo began but was unexpectedly cut off.

“It’s ok Vamai, I’ll be fine.” Neteyem’s voice was quiet but he tried his best to give the small girl a convincing smile and ignore the pit in his stomach that was starting to make him nauseous. Before she could ask again, Pulo had shooed her away. He bent a bit so he was at eye level with Neteyem and hopefully a little less intimidating.

“Kxolo will be back soon, Neteyam. I promise. Till then, I have this area off limits and guarded so you can have some privacy.” He couldn’t help but give a sympathetic smile at the omega who was struggling not to look on the verge of tears. “If you need anything, just tell one of the betas.”

Arms wrapped around himself tightly, Neteyam only nodded and disappeared into the tent. The boy had no idea whether or not the thought of his alpha coming back was helpful, but he tried not to think about it and instead focused on what he could do to stop the pit that seemed like it was tearing him from the inside out. 

Kxolo could smell the omega nearly a quarter of a mile away. The scent was so strong and sweet he was sure his poor baby had already pumped out an orgasm alone without his help. When he heard the news, he boarded his ikran and headed home before even letting Tamil finish explaining what they were doing about it. The alpha in him scolded himselfl for leaving the omega alone for so long in the first place. It was his job to look after his Neteyam. His Neteyam that till a few days ago had still never kissed an alpha. 

His pace picked up frantically, weaving his way through branches, as he neared the tent. He stopped right before the entrance trying to calm down. The scent wafting from the tent already had him half hard and squirming. He growled at himself for acting like a hormonal teenager again. This was not about him, it was about Neteyam. A strangled whine from the other side of the door finally had his patience snapping and the tall Na’vi barging in. 

He was not prepared for the sight in front of him. Neteyam lay on his back on one of the sleeping mats, hands gone underneath his own loin cloth as tears streamed down his face. His little hand worked quickly as he searched for yet another release. His tail swan sporadically against the floor sometimes knocking things down and his ears were almost invisible perked back against his scalp. 

“Alpha!” The boy mewled, finally catching a glimpse of the tall warrior. The tears started to come faster. 

“Hi lovely, it’s ok I’m here.” he soothed while dropping down to his knees. He quickly bent over from his kneeling position to hover partly over the boy and lay kisses across his cheeks. “Shhh it’s ok, I’m here baby.” Each tear was met with a kiss. He was surprised to find Neteyam grappling at his battle band in order to pull the alpha closer. 

“Hey hey hey, slow down there you little minx.” He chuckled. 

“Want want want.” The endless stream came out of his mouth while tugging more harshly at the belt. 

“What is it you want, Neteyam? What is it baby? You have to ask nicely beforehand that is how it works, little one.”

“Just help!” the omega practically yelled back in frustration. The outburst had Kxolo gathering his little wrists in one hand before straddling the whimpering omega beneath him. He knew sooner or later the ground rules would have to be set. His hands were harshly pushed against the ground, causing the omega to increase the squirming. 

“Listen up baby boy because I will only be saying this once.”Their eyes finally met but Neteyam was still glaring at the male manhandling him. “If you want something, you are going to ask nicely. If you want my help you are going to be a good boy and follow my orders when I give them, how I give them.” He let his weight sink back on the omega in order to stop the bucking hips. “Because Neteyam,” The smaller stared back up at him, barely breathing. “Naughty boys do not cum.” The whining finally stopped. 

“Do you understand?” The boy let a long exhale escape his lips while nodding his head up and down frantically. “Good boy.” He didn’t miss the way the omega’s cock twitched beneath him at those words. 

“Now, what were you trying to ask, Neteyam?”

“Will you please help me?” A soft reply, barely loud enough to make out. Kxolo hummed deeply in approval. 

“And how should I help you? Do you want me to touch you, baby?” He took his spare hand and lightly ran his fingertips along the curve of Neteyam’s hips. 

“Yes yes yes yes.” Shushing him with words of reassurance, Kxolo climbed off of the omega and instead pulled him to sit on his lap. Neteyam instantly pushed his back flush against the taller male’s chest, relieved to have any type of physical contact.

He gave the smaller boy a soft kiss on the lips before starting his exploration of the omega’s body. Experienced fingertips teased along his sides, chest, and waist. They always stopped right before the fabric between Neteyam’s legs. This earned him another frustrated whine coming from the boy as he tried to guide the alpha’s hands lower. Kxolo gave him a small ‘tsk’ and grabbed the smaller boy’s hands instead. 

“Keep your hands here.” He commanded while having the boy link his fingers behind Kxolo’s neck. The new stretch laid out the boy’s torso beautifully. 

The fingers began again but this time focused on his chest and pecs instead. They circled and circled around each pec, just barely missing the cute little nipples already peaking out. Neteyam’s diaphragm fell and rose dramatically under the touches as he tried to take in enough air. Without warning, both nipples were caught in a tight pinch before being given a sharp tug. The gasp that left the omega’s mouth was so loud it was sure to be heard by any Na’vi within a 200 yard radius. 

“Such pretty little nipples, baby.” He complimented while thumbing over them playfully. “I barely even touch them and they are already hard and ready for me, aren’t they?” He could feel the slick leaking from the boy onto his legs. Neteyam craned his head back to give the Olo’eyktan a pleading look. 

“Do you want me to touch somewhere else, baby boy?” He could feel the boy's head nodding vigorously against his neck. “Like down here?” His large palm came to firmly rest upon the front of the boy’s loincloth. The omega bucked his hips slightly in surprise. 

“Please” The omega begged, lifting his hips up against the large hand in chase of more friction. 

“Take it off then, baby.” He commanded with the other hand played with the straps holding it around Neteyam’s hips. Within seconds Neteyam had shuffled out of the loincloth and relinked his hands around Kxolo’s neck. 

Kxolo smirked against the shell of his ear as he took the boy’s cock gently in his hand. As on omega it was a decent size smaller than his own, even at full hardness. He held in a groan at the realization that he could almost completely cover the boy’s cock with one hand. Neteyam shifted his hips again, a silent plea to start.

Alpha teased his fingers along the veins slowly in amusement and ran his thumb across the head. He felt more blood flow to his own cock as the omega’s twitched in his hand. Finally taking pity on the rutting male, he wrapped his hand around it tightly and started with long firm strokes. Neteyam bucked his hips up into the alpha’s fist, frustrated at the slow speed. His only reward was a firm arm around his waist holding him in place. 

The moans that slipped out of those plump lips were sinful and Kxolo couldn’t get enough of them. His eyes barely knew what to focus on between the  cock in his hand, toned torso beneath him and the beautiful expression displayed across his lover’s face. The alpha removed his hand from the omega for a moment to bring it in front of Neteyam’s face. Remnants of precum were already visible on his veiny hand. 

“Spit.” He ordered. For once, the younger Na’vi didn’t ask questions and instead immediately obeyed. The spit worked as a good lubricant as his hand pumped the boy’s length faster and faster. 

“Alpha faster!” Neteyam cried while throwing his head back against the older male’s shoulder. 

“Neteyam, we are gonna have to work on your manners.” The Olo’eyktan reprimanded but obliged anyway. He could practically sense the rising orgasm bubbling in the omega’s core. 

“That feel good, baby?” He taunted, giving an extra firm tug. 

“Feels so good, alpha. So good, please please please.” Neteyam moaned and screamed as the pace got even faster, but somehow it was still not enough. “I-I can’t.”

“Need some help finishing, baby boy?” The omega only continued to cry as he chased release. 

“Come on, baby. You are doing so good for me, making me proud.”

“T-trying alpha.” Neteyam moaned as tears streaked down his cheeks. The alpha was surprised at his response to the praise but ran with it. 

“And you are doing such an amazing job. Getting hard for me, making those pretty sounds to please me.” The moans quickly escalated to screams while the omega nuzzled against his neck. 

“You poor little thing probably wish it was my cock in your hole instead, don’t you.” The patronizing comment sent the omega over the edge. A loud scream erupted from his throat as he made a mess of the two in cum. Kxolo worked him all the way through the orgasm until Neteyam was finished and limp against his body. 

Kxolo did everything he could to imprint the image of Neteyam’s face while he came into his brain. He didn’t think he would ever recover from watching the absolutely dumb fucked out look he gave from a simple hand job. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. 

Once the taller male was able to catch his breath, he set about cleaning the two of them with a wet cloth while shushing the boy in his arms. Neteyam was barely conscious with his head laid against the alpha’s chest. 

“You did such a good job, little one. So fucking beautiful for me.” He peppered kisses along the omega’s face. He couldn’t help the way his heart melted as the omega repositioned himself so he was facing the alpha with his arms and legs wrapped around the alpha. 

Neteyam was so pliant and clingy as the alpha got them prepared for bed. He savored every touch and squeeze the younger boy initiated. When they fell asleep cuddled in the hammock that night he couldn’t help but feel hopeful that Neteyam was coming around to the idea of their mating. 

He hated the alpha. Hated his charming smile. Hated his sweet touches. Hated his carefree laugh. Hated the way he was constantly at Neteyam’s beck and call. However most of all, he hated how much he yearned for him and not just in a sexual way. It made his blood boil every time he realized he was off daydreaming about the alpha, wondering when he would return. He despised the little flips his stomach would do when that smile flashed his way or especially when he would think back on their night together in the tent. 

Neteyam was not stupid. Something had shifted and he knew where it was leading. The Olo’eyktan was drawing him in, convincing Neteyam’s mind and body to slowly trust and depend on him. It was only a matter of time before he would put down his walls and let the mating take place, especially with his presentation nearing closer and closer. The alpha had the high ground so naturally there was only one conclusion. It was time to run. 

It had been almost two weeks since his first attempt so the boy was hopeful that he would have the element of surprise on his side. Of course he had not been completely obedient throughout his time here but Neteyam could tell his alpha was used to this behavior and thought little of it. Even Pulo and Tamil took his attitude in stride with a hint of fondness. However, to set him up for a successful escape Neteyam had tried to cut back on the complaining a bit. 

He told himself that allowing the hand holding and sweet touches over the past few days were simply another ploy to ensure his plan. It was easy to see that the alpha was pleased with this new development, allowing Neteyam and Vamai to be followed by fewer guards than usual. The omega figured that his biggest challenge to overcome would be navigation and wilderness survival depending on how long it would take him to make it to the Omatikaya village. He prayed to Eywa that all of the years he spent learning about the forests and its uses would pay off. If only there was some way he could sneak out even a small knife for hunting. 

“I really need to bathe.” Neteyam reminded Kxolo as they ate breakfast. 

“Hmm, I have some pressing business to attend to today, but I will try to be back early this afternoon so we can head to the lake.” Neteyam schooled his features into nonchalance before proceeding. This would be the tricky part. 

“That’s ok, I could ask Epok to show Vamai and I the way. I overheard him saying he was heading that way today anyways, so it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle.” His stomach felt like it was tied into a giant knot, but he forced down the fruit calmly anyways. 

“You want to bathe at the same time as Vamai?” He cocked an eyebrow at the omega.

“If it means, I don’t have to wait to get clean. Besides, she will be too caught up in her own daydreaming to pay attention to me.” Neteyam shrugged.

“I guess that’s true.” Kxolo chuckled but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Does it bother you how comfortable I am around her?” The alpha quickly shook his head while putting the plate down. 

“No, lovely. Of course not. I guess that’s fine, just make sure to stay close to Epok.” Neteyam tried not to appear too overly excited as the alpha kissed his cheek and granted permission. 

The walk to the lake came all too quickly as Neteyam mentally built up the courage for the task ahead. Thoughts of his family and how much he missed them, kept the boy from backing out. He envisioned his dad’s face and mother’s cries when he would finally be reunited with them. He was sure even Lo’ak wouldn’t be able to act tough upon seeing his brother back home. With these motivations in his head, Neteyam bravely prepared himself. 

Vamai continued to babble on about something Neteyam had tuned out minutes ago as they reached the edge of the lake. After setting their new clothes and soap down on a rock the pair awkwardly looked back at Epok. Taking the silent message, he strode off to the treeline and faced the other way to give some privacy. 

“Um, do you mind like turning around till I get in the water?” He sheepishly asked Vamai. To his relief, she gave a fond laugh.

“No need to worry about me Neteyam, was already planning on waiting till you were waded in. Go ahead, promise I won’t look.” She winked before clamping a hand over her eyes for emphasis and turning around. 

The omega did not give himself time to hesitate before wading into the water as quietly as possible. He took one more glance at the two Na’vi faced away to ensure he was truly not being watched. He stilled his mind, took one large breath then dove down underneath the surface till he was fully encompassed. His arms and legs pushed strongly against the water in a breaststroke pattern efficiently moving him towards the left side of the lake. He could already feel his body begging for air but he paid it no heed. He couldn’t risk going up and being seen even though he had not detected any calls for him yet. 

Finally, he could spot the submerged rock in the distance marking his hiding spot. Despite his body’s complaints Neteyam was sure to take silent slow breaths upon breaking the surface of the water. Within one jump he went across the rock and positioned himself between the two giant boulders along the lake’s edge. HIs heart was rocketing out of his chest but there was no time to worry about taking a rest. 

“Neteyam, are you done yet?” Vamai’s voice could barely be heard from the boy’s hiding spot, but he knew that didn’t mean he had much time. Lucky for him that two boulders were able to act as a hidden tunnel to the outlining forest. He didn’t allow himself to stop creeping along the forest floor until the lake was no longer in view. Then he sprinted. 

Neteyam ran as fast as his legs could carry him through the forest, over rocks, under branches. Every sound coming from the wildlife around him made his heart beat faster and head jerk from side to side. The last thing he needed was to run into an unsuspecting Na’vi out for a hunt or gathering materials. Furthermore, he made sure to vary his route between running on the ground and swing between the trees so that his tracks would not be easily followed.

After a half hour of running with still no sight of Na’vi, Netyam finally allowed himself to slow down. Getting out may have been the scary part but he still had to navigate his way home and he had little to go off of. He figured, however, that if he could find his way to the hallelujah mountains he would know the rest of the way. If only Neteyam had been conscious during their ride to the clan, maybe then he could have remembered part of the path. Regardless, he had no ikran so doing it by foot was going to be different than flying.  

A few hours later the boy had only managed to get more and more confused. He tried to track certain animals that he knew visited the mountains but couldn’t find a trail that didn’t simply lead back to their cave or nest. Neteyam was, however, able to find enough food and water from the plants and rivers in order to sustain him moving forward. 

Things took a turn for the worse when he saw storm clouds starting to roll in. Within a matter of minutes the sun was blocked and rain was falling in sheets upon the forest. Even with the protection of the giant trees overhead Neteyam found himself soaked to the bone. Rain was not something he necessarily minded since it was known to rain a lot in their village but it did make his task even more difficult. There was no hope of following tracks anymore as they quickly washed away into muddy rivers. 

The hours dragged on and Neteyam found his legs begging for relief from the constant gripping through the mud but he did not let up. His confidence slowly started to wither as he realized his family never let him out in the rain for more than a couple hours before returning home to their shared family tent, safe from the pelting onslaught. He daydreamed of his father creating a warm crackling fire as he sat around it with the rest of his siblings. His parents would share the story of how they first met once again, but he never minded. The omega could listen to the story all day long. Oh how he yearned to be loved the same way his parents loved each other.

His thoughts then betrayed him as they drifted towards the certain Olo’eyktan he was leaving behind. Body and soul ached for the comfort he had felt the past few nights in the alpha’s arms. He was sure that if he had stayed he would be cuddled in a tent safe from the rain, perhaps eating some of his favorite fruits instead of stomping through the wilderness utterly lost. 

Caught between two worlds, he numbly continued forward. To find his way back to his family or let himself fall for the alpha watching over him. To Neteyam he felt that no matter which he chose his heart would always have a piece yearning for the other. Perhaps though, time away from Kxolo would snap him back to his senses and his family could help him heal from that yearning. After all, his father was sure to have his best interest in mind, keeping the omega away from Kxolo. 

The boy was eventually forced to stop as his legs started giving out on him. At this point he had been walking for a solid five hours and wading through the puddles and mud for half of it. He tried to choose a spot behind the different plants and leaves, keeping him out of sight. Truly the omega wished he could’ve kept going as stopping made his anxiety start to spike, but there was nothing to help it. He told himself he would only close his eyes for five minutes before continuing on his way.

Completely limp against the tree trunk covered in mud and muscles groaning from head to toe, Neteyam drifted off to sleep. When he awoke, there was no way of telling how long he was out with the clouds still covering the sun. However, Neteyam was relieved to find that eclipse had not started. Still, it was way longer than intended and there is no saying what amount of ground the search party could have covered during his rest. 

Luckily his legs had gained back their strength so the boy was able to take to the trees. He climbed quickly up the tree he had slept upon. The higher he got the more he was able to see but there was still no way of seeing which way home was. What he did, however, see was the village he had left behind far off in the distance. He couldn’t help but be relieved that he had not simply been walking around the village in circles. Then again, were that true there would be no way he would’ve gone so long without being spotted. 

Sounds of nearby hoofprints made the omega freeze in descent down the trunk. From the sounds of it he could tell it had to be at least a dozen direhorses but their footsteps did not match with that of a stampede. With the footsteps then came the sporadic yips and calls from Na’vi. He dared not breathe or move an inch from his spot. 

“I can’t find a single track in this rain.” A familiar voice echoed below. He recognized it as Epok who Neteyam couldn’t help but to feel bad for. He prayed that Olo’eyktan wouldn’t be too harsh for losing him. Although, hunting him down in the storm had to be punishment enough. 

“I know. Forget the tracks and just keep your eyes peeled. He could have only gone so far.”

Pain seared through his thighs as he continued to strain them around the tree trunk. Neteyam could tell that his grip was starting to slip. Could he risk the warriors hearing him all so that he could lower himself down onto a branch below for footing? They were already keeping a sharp eye for any movement around. There was no choice but to grit his teeth and hold on for dear life. 

“What’s the hold up? We still have more ground to cover.” The sounds of hooves died off into the distance. 

His muscles groaned as he lowered himself down to a branch. Looking out across the tree he could spot the various Na’vi making up the search party. They had gone a distance but still they could easily turn around and catch up to Neteyam if he were to reveal his location. At the same rate though, could he really count on them never spotting him in the tree? What if Kxolo had Na’vi searching on ikran? Surely they would be searching higher ground soon and at that point Neteyam would be done for. What would the alpha do if he found him? What type of punishment would await him?

With that thought in mind, Neteyam carefully transitioned from tree to tree moving in the opposite direction of the crowd. The rain had finally started to let up until barely a sprinkle misting the greenery. Ironically, Neteyam found this a curse as the pounding rain was no longer a sound buffer for his movements. He was forced to slow down his progression in order to stop branches from cracking or leaves bustling too loudly. 

He was almost down to the forest floor once more when his foot slipped on a patch of moss. With a yelp, he fell the last few feet to the forest floor and landed on his hands and knees clumsily. Unfortunately for the omega, he had landed in a large patch up Helicoradian that all closed in on themselves loudly at the disturbance. He prayed that the sounds would simply be played off as wildlife but those hopes were instantly crushed at the sound of cries and hooves advancing closer. 

His location had been revealed so all that was left to do was run. He sprang to his feet and instantly broke out into a sprint. Neteyam didn’t let the roots or other obstacles slow down the pumping of his legs as he acted purely on instinct. He trusted his body to react to his surroundings in time to make it through without injury. He swerved sharply to the right and left randomly in an attempt to throw the search party off. His breaths came out in harsh pants and diaphragm contracted so drastically that it hurt his whole body to push the air in and out, but he didn’t stop. 

Adrenaline pushed him to go even faster as he heard the calls getting closer and closer. His legs flew across the ground so fast he was unable to completely stop himself upon the sight of the direhorse now in front of him. Ankles skidded deep into the mud making him fall back onto his bum in an attempt to stop. The rider went to dismount but Neteyam was already flying off in the other direction. He didn’t make it far before another horse was in his path. The search party quickly surrounded him. 

To his great horror, Olo’eyktan sat there upon one of the horses, eyes boring into the boy’s skull. Panicking, the omega dropped into a crouch and hissed back at the advancing Na’vi. He had no weapons, no route out, and a towering alpha stomping his way. The boy surged to the left of Kxolo, but was caught by a strong grip around the base of his que. He whimpered, forced to lean against the alpha. Another strong arm manhandled the boy to be pressed back against the Olo’eyktan. No amount of struggling released him.

“Where do you think you are going, naughty boy?” The infuriated growl brushed against his ear. A yank to his que forced the boy to look up and meet the alpha’s eyes. His expression was stone cold with eyebrows raised back at the younger boy. The omega felt his heart in his throat looking back at the domineering alpha. He leaned down closer to the omega with a chilling slowness. “Your. Ass. Is. Mine.” The hiss came out so low Neteyam swore he could feel it vibrating into his chest.

[weministertomonsters]

Minotaur-Demon Hybrid (Andolin)

Charlotte hit the ground with a bone-rattling thud. Her heartbeat thumped in her ears and the crowd roared curses and encouragement and everything in between. She was too winded to get up immediately.

I'm fine, nothing is broken, she decided as she took stock of herself. But gods be damned, she was exhausted.

"Charlotte," a warm, laughing voice boomed above her.

She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter despite the sand in her eye, but if she thought that would deter her opponent, she was wrong. 

"Do you submit?" He shouted.

The crowd settled into a hush, awaiting her answer. Charlotte gritted her teeth and yelled to be heard by the people.

"I submit!"

A good half of the crowd groaned because they would be going home with lighter pockets. Charlotte had been the reigning champion for a surprisingly long time, and now this buffoon had wandered in not more than a week ago and taken her title in just one match. Humiliating.

"Need a hand?" He asked and her eyes flew open.

The minotaur hybrid was leaning over her, ears pricked with interest. If he stood any closer, she'd be able to see all the way up his thighs and right under his loincloth. Charlotte sprang up, smacking his hand away.

"I'm fine!" She snapped and took a deep breath, steadying herself against the wall as the world spun. "I'm fine," she repeated, before limping out of the arena.

At least she hadn't gone easy on him either, and that was what she consoled herself with as she bathed and smoothed a minty salve over tender spots on her body. She brushed her hair out and put it up in a bun, before going to face the music. As soon as she stepped into the main room where the fighters spent their free time, she was overwhelmed by the others as they crowded around her.

"Own up, Charlotte," Midara the siren said in her melodic voice, her red mouth grinning.

"Yeah, no one forgot about the bet you made!" Eldin, the veteran lycan added, eyes gleaming.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "I didn't think I'd lose when I made the bet," she said defensively. "Andolin is freakishly strong."

"So are you going back on your word?" Midara asked, adding slyly, "That's rather unlike you."

"No," Charlotte snapped, "I'll never hear the end of it if I do."

She turned and strode back into the hallway.

"Have fun!" Midara cheekily called after her, and Charlotte tossed a rude gesture back at her.

She found Andolin in his chamber lounging on his bed, leafing through a book. She leaned in the doorway and waited for him to notice her. He didn't, not until a slight breeze brought her scent over to him. He lowered the book and looked at her.

"You can read?" She asked. 

He tossed his head. "Minotaur's can't read, is that it?"

"Relax," she said. "I'm not poking at you. I never learned to read myself."

"What are you doing here?" He said, putting the book on a small table by the bed.

"I made a bet," she said, inviting herself in. "If I lost the match today, I'd fuck you."

Andolin blinked and his nose twitched. Not the reaction she'd been expecting.

"So I heard. Ballsy move by the way. What if I say no?" He asked flippantly.

"Are you going to?" Charlotte crossed her arms. "Because I'd like to fuck."

His eyes widened with shock at her blunt words. 

"You know, I was under the impression that you hated me."

"I just don't like how easy it is for you to best me, in the training ring and during the matches," she replied, stepping closer and reaching out to touch his face. "I don't like losing."

"Yes, that's obvious," he said in reply, turning his head to nuzzle his soft nose against her palm.

He shifted on the bed to make room for her. She stepped out of her shoes and lowered herself beside him. For a moment they sat there and breathed the same air and Charlotte could feel his hesitance. Did he doubt her ability to hold up the bet, or was he second-guessing himself?

"You know it's up to you-" She began to say, and he put a hand against her chest and pushed.

She tipped backward on the soft mattress, a small puff of air escaping her lips in surprise. Her cheeks grew hot as she looked up at him through her eyelashes.

I'm doing this because of the bet, she reminded herself. That's all.

This demon-minotaur hybrid was handsome, with red-spotted skin and impressive, curling horns. He possessed no wings, but he did have a spiked tail and claws that a minotaur certainly wouldn't have. And those red eyes of his! When he was in the middle of a match, they certainly did look demonic.

Charlotte had to admit she was curious. What was his story, and who had he been before he joined the arena? She had heard rumors that he had grown up an orphan.

She waited with her legs pressed lightly together. He had a look on his face; the expression of one who had never expected to get so lucky. That was often the case with creatures like him. Only a courageous soul would approach a minotaur's bed because most people couldn't handle having their insides nearly rearranged. But she liked a challenge and a little pain. Still, he was staring like it was a miracle. Maybe he'd forgotten this was a bet; she probably wouldn't have otherwise.

She covered her scoff with a small laugh. 

"I can undress if it will help," she said, slipping her shoulder strap down.

"No. It's fine," he said thickly, even as his eyes lingered on the bare curve of her shoulder. 

"It's fine," he repeated with a soft, heady sigh. "I don't want to trouble you any further."

Oh, you hesitant thing, she wanted to tell him. You're more than worthy of that.

She did rather like her lovers to let her take the lead. And with strong ones who could easily best her as Andolin had done, it satisfied her to ruin them in the bedroom. In all things, she always wanted to come out on top. She got on her knees, took his scruffy face in her hands, and kissed him tenderly.

It took him a moment to process the fact that she wasn't rushing to get this over with. It made him gasp quietly. He had an old knick of a scar on his cheekbone and another across his eyebrow, jagged and thick. His breath hitched when she kissed them.

"I must admit I like men like you," she whispered. "You're strong until you aren't..."

Her hands skimmed up his arms, fingertips caressing the muscles there that were rock hard to the touch. Always tense, always ready to defend. She could assume he had lived a life of fighting and fleeing and probably be right.

"So powerful, and yet so scared," she hummed and touched the bandage on his arm where she had gotten a good cut in earlier.

"Does it hurt?" She asked.

"Nah, all my blood is flowing elsewhere," he said cheekily, and she smirked and reached up to his horn.

She knew it was sensitive and tugged brutally anyway. His head was forced to tip back, baring his neck, which she nuzzled at.

"Fuck," he said throatily.

They knelt on his bed, facing one another. Still, he had barely touched her, as if he was afraid that she was too delicate, that he would crush her. Had he already forgotten her resilience when she faced him in the arena? She explored him with soft lips and the teasing press of her teeth. He trembled under her touch, his hands flexing against his thighs. She was certain that like this, she could devour him whole. 

She had to remind herself not to get carried away.

"Can I touch you?" He asked, eyes like pools of crimson lava, framed by soft, fluttery eyelashes.

The fact that he had asked first thrilled her in a way she hadn't felt before.

"No," she said. "Not until I say you may."

She took his bulky shoulders in her hands and pushed him back. He wouldn't have gone if he didn't feel like it, they both knew that. As it was, he played along and let himself be pliable for her, lying flat on the mattress. She tugged on the ties of his loincloth, which wasn't doing much to cover him any more. 

"Let's get this off." She said.

He lifted his hips for her, and she removed the article of clothing, so he was completely bare for her.

"You get excited easily," she commented, scraping her nails lightly over his thighs, watching his body shudder.

His cock was an interesting sight to behold. Heavy and ash-black, with dusky pink spots. His balls looked full and round. Because of his mixed race, he was huge down here too. Charlotte doubted herself for a moment, but she wasn't one to give up without trying.

She took him in her hand and he grunted, his hips flexing in response. Admirably, he didn't touch her,  opting to clutch at the sheets instead, huffing when she sat up and peeled off her clothes anyway, despite his earlier wish not to bother her. Charlotte wasted no time and straddled his hips, looking down at him.

"Are you sure?" Andolin blinked up at her sweetly.

She leaned over to the floor to get the small bottle of oil she had brought with her, grinning. She scooted lower on his thighs so that she could let the oil drip onto his cock, using her hand to spread it from head to base, then back up again, savoring the hardness of him. His precum leaked against her fingers and he moaned.

"Listen to that," Charlotte said. "The Champion sounds like a little bitch in bed."

His ears pricked and he quivered.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He said and yelped when she tightened her grip on him. "Fuck, I take that back."

"Don't gloat, I'm nowhere near done with you yet," she said.

When she deemed his cock to be as slippery as she could get it, she raised herself and teased the flared head against her wet pussy. 

That part alone will be a challenge to fit in, she mused, rolling her hips as she worked him against her clit.

"Charlotte," Andolin whined impatiently, desperate and maybe a little sulky.

She finally pressed him to her center and lowered.  There was a minute resistance, and his cock popped into her. She paused and sucked in a breath.

"Gods, I already feel full," she muttered, planting her hands on Andolin's chest to balance herself.

Andolin shivered, straining not to thrust into her. The white of his eyes showed as he pressed his head back against the pillow, his horns scraping against the headboard. Charlotte smirked and took him into her gradually, her glee giving way to awe at the way he filled her. 

"Okay," she panted when there were only a few inches left that couldn't fit into her. "You can touch me now."

Andolin pulled her close and kissed her deeply, rumbling in his throat as one of his hands clasped her hip and pulled her up gently, before pressing her back down. The other toyed with her nipple, cupping her breast. Charlotte moaned and squirmed when his cock reached her limit. She almost asked him to wait and give her more time to adjust, but she liked this a little too much to care. He drew back, only to push in again.

"Ah, you bastard," Charlotte sputtered, dizzy from the pleasure that was delivered with a hint of pain, a balance that was just enough to keep her from going completely dumb.

He pulled her in close, so they were face to face as he drove into her. He stared up at her, his pupils blown with lust. The bed squeaked ominously but neither of them could be bothered. Charlotte grabbed ahold of one of his horns to anchor herself and he snarled, quickening his pace.

"Gods," she whimpered, her head falling against his chest, nearly limp from the pleasure.

So this was what she had been missing out on these past few months. How had she forgotten just how good it could feel?

"Charlotte," Andolin hissed, his hands kneading her hips. "Fuck, Charlotte. I'm going to come. Do you want me to- should I..."

"Inside me," she instructed. "I want to have all of you inside me."

"Are you protected?" He asked, burying his nose in her hair and pulling her close as he thrust up into her.

"Yes," she responded breathlessly. "Can't risk it in a place like this."

He grunted in agreement. She braced her hands against the mattress and tilted her hips so that each thrust stimulated her clit. She shuddered and came with a loud cry half the arena could probably hear, and she would pay for that later. But right now, she could do nothing but focus on her pleasure, lacing her fingers with Andolin's as her body squeezed tight around him. 

With a great snort and a jerky thrust, he spilled inside her. There was so much of it that it seeped out of her and dripped against his furry thighs. More of it dripped when she began to laugh.

"If I wasn't drinking prevention potions each month, this would surely make me pregnant," she said, finally flopping on her back bonelessly beside him, her heart racing.

For a moment, they lay quietly together, and then Charlotte remembered that he was reigning Champion now, and staying too long might make it seem like she was bribing him to go easy on her, or something like that. Rumors got around easily. She began to sit, but he nudged her back down.

"Let me get you something to clean up with first," he said softly. "I'm not your enemy, Charlotte."

She smiled and plucked at a loose thread on the bedsheets. 

"I know," she replied.

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“Do not get distracted,” Attuma warned, a slight teasing in the undercurrent of his voice, as he circled Okoye with his hands raised.

“As if,” was her snorted response. She would’ve rolled her eyes, but needed to keep them planted on her sparring partner, shifting from foot to foot and stepping to ensure he remained in her line of sight. Her own arms were lifted and ready for his next attack.

“Do not scoff at my counsel,” he insisted. “Your attentions have been elsewhere of late.”

It was true, but Okoye would rather bathe in M20’s excrements than admit it, mainly because her recent distraction was due to the man taunting her.

Their private sparring sessions had now been going on for close to a month—Okoye and Attuma meeting several times a week, when they had no other commitments, to hone their skills. She found the matches enjoyable and relished in kicking his ass, though, she’d lost just as many bouts as she’d won.

Lately, their time together hadn’t just been dedicated to fighting. They’d begun talking, conversations taking the place of the silence that once filled their periods of rest. First, they’d made idle chit chat, Attuma asking about her day and Okoye responding in kind, then they’d delved deeper, each learning of the other’s life and interests. Okoye had come to realize that they had more in common than not and started to feel a pull, an attraction, toward him—someone she’d never, even in her wildest dreams, imagined herself knowing.

With their increased familiarity, came the emergence of Attuma’s charm (which, of course, only propelled her growing feelings). The man could be a downright flirt—weaponizing his firm, broad body, pretty eyes and dimples to make the women around him swoon. She’d seen it at work when she’d taken him to her favorite stall at the marketplace, and he’d convinced the Auntie in charge to slip him an extra serving of food free of charge. And she’d been astonished when, before one of their scheduled sessions, she’d seen a couple of the Dora, Wakanda’s strictest of warriors, giggling like schoolgirls while they glanced at him over their shoulders.

Miffed, Okoye had quelled her rising jealousy by laying him flat on his back, several times. She’d also vowed to never let herself succumb to his charisma, refusing to be another notch on his belt.

Back in the present, Attuma continued his circling. With each step, his bare abdomen and thighs clenched and relaxed, calling for Okoye’s gaze. She resisted, forcing her eyes to remain where they should until, against her will, they began to wander. She took in his stomach, pleasantly rounded with the rows of shark teeth carved into its surface. She wished to one day feel those ridges against her palm as she caressed his skin.

Her ogling moved to his thighs, swearing that his shorts and loincloth shrunk in size with each of their meetings. She couldn’t recall previously being able to see the expanse of his leg so free of clothing. She imagined herself biting then clawing the skin as she sucked his dick.

It was then, her mind tethered in filth, that Attuma attacked, catching Okoye off guard and taking her down to the ground.

“Did I not tell you, not to get distracted?” He smirked, holding her down. The thighs she’d been fantasizing about were on either side of her, and, instead of being upset at his triumph over her, all she could think of was stroking their length. This was when Okoye realized that she was truly in trouble, her crush overriding her better sense.

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Say you love me (Neteyam X OC!Na’vi) Chapter 17

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Pairing (Neteyam X Original Metkayina Female Character)

Synopsis: follow Luaewe as her world literally gets turned upside down with new na’vi joining her village. Never having to face many obstacles besides finding her way back home. How will she be able to handle the constant jealousy she's faced with and an unwanted love triangle. Disclaimer: All characters in this fic have been aged up for the convenience of storytelling and to match the aging system up with both Pandora and Earth

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OC Luaewe-22 Neteyam-23 Kiri-23 Lo'ak-21 Ao'nung-23 Tsireya-21

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I wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walked along the bouncy pathway. He chuckled and shook his head. This would be the first time in weeks that we left his parent's mauri to bathe. Normally I would just drag one of the big buckets and do it in his room, But Ronal finally cleared him for walking about but he couldn’t fully immerse himself yet. 

“You know it’s only my chest and arm that are injured, not my legs.” 

“ I don’t care now stop complaining and let me help you!” I felt him lean down and kiss my forehead. 

“Yes, Tsahìk.” He said in the tone a child gives their mom after a scolding  I playfully rolled my eyes 

“Mmm, you know what I could go for right now Teyam?” I moved the big leaf out of the way as we approached the bathing pool. His ear perked up as he hummed gesturing for me to continue. “Sa’nok’s porridge gosh I really want some right now.” He chuckled as I helped him sit on one of the rocks. 

“You had that a couple of days ago” So can you blame me I don’t know how she does it but it literally tastes like….like man I don't even know because there’s nothing to compare it to. 

“That doesn’t matter it’s good! If I could I would eat it every day!” I untied my top, placing it on the sand. “Did she make it a lot when you guys lived in the forest?” 

I turned to Neteyam and his eyes were locked on me I chuckled pulling him out of whatever thought he was in. “You’ve seen them many times Nete and you still get caught up?” 

He smirked “Can you blame me? No other woman has ones as big as yours.” I raised a brow laying my loincloth next to my top while entering the water. Moving in between his legs  “Ah so you are a boob guy?” He snickered. With spending more time with Kiri and Lo’ak their human vocabulary rubbed off on me. 

He fiddled with his loincloth Trying to undo the knot, I moved my hand closer to his hips to help. “ no I’m more of an ass man but I enjoy both.” He said I noticed the dip in his voice causing me to look up only to find him looking down at me smirking. 

“But to answer your question yes my mom made it often when we were back in the forest… if you like it now you’ll be addicted once you have the one we have there.” He smirked causing me to bite my lip. I looked away trying to lessen the intensity of his gaze but his finger moved my head back. 

I finished undoing his loincloth but the site of his semi-hard cock caused my breath to hitch. It’s been a while since we’ve done anything….. between him getting injured, and helping out with his chores there was no room for that. 

“What? now you’re getting all shy? You’ve seen It before muaxtae” he chuckled lightly.  “ don’t worry about it, it does that from time to time as my rut approaches.” 

I tilted my head and gently placed my hands on his thighs. “Really? It doesn’t hurt?” He shook his head. “No, but if you keep teasing me it will.” I quickly pulled back my hands making him laugh. He reached my hand with his non-wrapped arm. 

“ I’m only messing with you come here.” I raised a brow and moved closer he cupped my face leaning down to place a kiss on my forehead. “Thank you for everything….I know it’s been a lot but thank you.” I smiled. 

“It is my duty and it is something I want to do…I love you.” I watched as his ear perked up and his tail thrashed behind him. 

“ I see my sister has been teaching you some English words.” I chuckled and nodded my head. “She has and she told me it is the equivalent of one saying I see you to their mate so I thought it was fitting….but I really mean it Teyam I’ll always be here for you the same way you are for me.” He smiled and caressed the side of my face. 

“If my other arm was working I would have grabbed your face by now and kissed you.” I playfully shook my head as I hooked my hand around his neck slowly pulling him down to connect our lips. “Better,” I said in between kisses. 

I moaned into him as his tongue exploded inside my mouth “Yes better.” He pulled away with one last peck. I placed my hands on his thigh and lightly tapped it before swimming out to grab the flower that produced the soap. 

“When you go back to Tsahik  later tonight can you ask her if she has any to suppress the rut?” I raised a brow in confusion as I stroked the plant to get the soap out. 

Why would he want to suppress his rut when I’m here to help? “Is something wrong…”  I hesitantly asked. 

“No nothing is wrong but I doubt I’ll be healed enough by then.” I nodded my head as I began to soap up the areas that would be hard for him to reach. 

“ I’ll ask her and let you know” 

I helped him back to the marui making sure he was all set before I headed back out to grab more supplies from Ronal. I looked off into the distance as I walked along the path to her healing mauri, I watched the ilu’s swim around and play with each other like they did every night. I always found it amusing 

The sudden grab at my wrist caused me to gasp loudly turning my head to see who grabbed me. “ Ronal?” She looked at me with a semi-frantic face “No! no time to talk I need you to come with me!” Before I could even attempt to say something she dragged me away. I guess she was speaking the truth when she said there was no time to talk, but geez why am I being dragged like this? 

At one point we even started running. What could be so urgent that she needed me? She didn’t even give time for the beading around the door to make a path for us to walk through we just pushed right through it. 

I rushed to get my stray hairs out of my face. And that’s when I realized. I looked at her with concern and she hissed at me for standing there so I rushed to her side. 

The woman laid on her back whimpering in pain with a towel on her head and several blood-soaked blankets The woman was in clear distrestres slamming her balled fist on the floor. I looked back Ronal with a worried face “Why am I here Where are the other heal-“ 

“They were sent out a couple of days ago to help people in the clan and neighboring islands.” 

Well, there’s Reya why am I here-“ what about reya she-“

“No, she can not stomach this type of work due to her….condition” I let out a frustrated sigh and ran my fingers through my hair. I don’t know anything about helping a woman give birth that training is supposed to start three months from now!

“We don’t have time for any more questions I need you to help me lift her and get her to the water she is losing too much blood here.” I snapped out of whatever trance I was in and moved behind the woman carefully hooking my arms under her armpits. 

“ ok Notìa I need you to bend your legs.” She screamed out in pain as we lifted her and I don’t blame her it must be a lot. We did the best we could with helping her to the water Thankfully we passed by Tonowari who was fetching her mate he did the rest of the lifting. 

It wasn’t a common thing for the men to participate in the birth they normally would wait until it was done but some men wanted to be involved. I’m not sure if the others felt like they wouldn’t be of help but if you ask me even if your mate is surrounded by people who have her health in their best interest and the same goal in mind nothing compares to having your mate by your side when you are in such a valuable position. 

“ hold her legs I must check her.” She said to Notìa’s mate. I helped holding her up as he moved her to a better position.  Ronal dove under tapping my leg in the process signaling for me to join. 

 “The baby is coming out feet first this will be a different one” she signed.  I nodded my head. 

“What do you want me to do?” I replied back. I really don’t know what my role is in this 

“Pray to Eywa that this baby comes out alive.” My eyes widened damn right I am the last thing I want is for that to happen. I reached towards the foot coming out of Notìa and felt for a pulse if the pulse is strong then we might have a chance at delivering the baby safely. 

I closed my eyes briefly trying to focus and I smiled widely Turing to Ronal “Pulse is strong!”  She looked at me with relief and went back up. 

“Your baby is coming out feet first but their pulse is strong they are fighting!” Notìa flung her head back on her mate as if she were overwhelmed with the news. I didn’t know the condition she was in before I came but given how many clothes were soaked with blood it couldn’t have been good. 

“Make Tsaheylu to lessen the pain it will help. And on the next contraction, you need to push 

This lasted for hours way into the early morning and finally, the baby was born. I said my congratulations, washed myself off again, and sluggishly walked back to Neteyam’s family marui. I didn’t even last as soon as I entered I completely plopped down exhausted I’m sure they wouldn’t mind……

“ damn, Neteyam what did you do to her last night.” My eyes fluttered open at the sound of Lo’ak’s voice. 

“ I didn’t do anything I don’t know why she’s laying there!” Neteyam said in a worried tone. I felt the vibration from his feet approaching me “ Luaewe? LUAEWE ARE YOU OK?” He asked frantically. I slowly raised my head I’m sure I looked crazy with how my hair was draped over my face. 

“ I- why are you guys being so loud I’m trying to sleep,” I whined letting my head fall again. I felt his hand rub my back like he used to do when he wanted me to get up. 

“ Maybe she’s sick man take her to tsahi-“ my head jolted up 

“ NO! I don’t want to step foot there for the next couple of days I’m worn out beyond expectation!”  They both looked confused and I finally sat up. 

“There was a woman in dire need of assistance giving birth and the baby was coming out feet first and I was the only one available to help Ronal yesterday and I just got back-“ I looked out the window looking at the sun fully risen but it was still early. “ a mere couple of hours ago. So please unless your father has some of that drink he calls coffee I would like to be left alone for the next couple of hours to sleep.” 

I lowered my head once more not caring if it hit the floor. 

-

I watched as her head fell back down I gently rubbed her back and sat at the table. If it wasn’t for my arm I would have moved her. As I reach for the various fruits I look back at her already snoring away. 

“ damn, she’s asleep already?” Lo’ak asked while peeking over the table he chuckled and finally sat down. 

I can only assume she didn’t get a chance to ask Tsahik about rut suppression meaning I’ll have to pay her a visit. “If that’s what helping a woman deliver does to you I can only imagine how the mother feels.” I took a bite of the fruit and looked up at my brother.  He scratched his head and gave me a worried look. 

“What it is spit it out already! I have a mate passed out on the floor that has me worried…and that look on your face is making me worry more.” He let out a half-assed chuckle and reached for a random fruit and started peeling it. 

“ I- ok I don’t want you to think bad of me ok.” He said in a worried tone what is he possibly going to say? 

“ I lov- I care a lot for Tsireya I do….but man I really wished I pulled out or something because feel lost tsmukan. I can’t go to you looking for advice on how to deal with your partners' pregnancy or what’s normal and not because I’m the first one between us to have a baby.” He stuffed the fruit in his mouth nervously. I hummed acknowledging his words but I waited for him to continue. 

“ I mean….there’s a lot of things I’m worried about. Dad did a good job raising us, but I sure as hell don’t want to have my kid go through what I went through…. And Tsireya gosh her emotions have been all over the place bro. One second she wants to be cuddled up with me then the next she throws a basket at me and then she’s crying! I feel like I’m being pulled in all sorts of ways man.” 

He let out a puff of air and just looked at me. If I’m being honest I have no clue what any of that feels like I can only imagine what ma oare would be like during her pregnancy but I have no real experience with it. Sure I was around while mom was pregnant but that's not the same I was little then.

“Geez that sounds like a lot…I wish I had some advice for you but I don’t.” He looked at me with a defeated smile “But I can tell you that your child won’t feel the way you felt growing up brother. You’ll be an amazing father.” I gave him a warm smile hoping he would find comfort in that. 

He returned the smile. “And maybe don’t get on Tsireyas’ nerves so much.” I joked he chuckled and shook his head. “Maybe talking to Dad would be more helpful. I remember Dad running around like crazy when Mom was pregnant so he might be able to offer some help there.” I chuckled and stood up from the table. 

“Thanks Neteyam.”  I gave him a warm smile before looking down at my mate once more. I should get her a blanket! The draft from the door could make her sick. I walked back into my room and carefully placed it on her before caressing her cheek. 

I watched as her nose twitched and chuckled lowly while pulling away. “ I’ll be back I have to talk with tsahik and get more supplies,” I said to Lo’ak who just waved signaling he heard. 

The sun was out today and it wasn’t raining…should I have said that? I probably jinxed the weather. I greeted the other villagers as I passed by them before I finally made it to the healing marui. I knocked on the wood letting her know I was entering.

I watched as she let out a sigh leaning back revealing her belly… it must be hard doing all this work. Ronal looked up and smiled at me and I greeted her 

She returned the gesture “What do I owe the visit? Is something wrong?” She raised a brow with her eyes searching my body for possible injuries.

“No no, I actually came to ask you a question…Well, I asked Luaewae to ask you, but she’s passed out right now.” She chuckled and leaned over to pour out what looked like tea. She placed it on the table and gestured for me to sit down and drink so I did. 

“Yes, there was a very difficult birth I needed her help on.” I hummed and nodded my head. “What is the question?” 

I took a sip of the tea and cleared my throat. “Do you have any rut suppressants…. My rut will be here in a month and a half and I do not know if my arm will be healed by then…. I don’t want to risk it.” She nodded her head and hummed while getting up and walking over to her various different herbs. 

“ I do but these herbs only work properly for the Metkayina. If you want something to work properly you will have to go home.” 

Her words rang in my ear like a bomb that just went off. Go home? Would I finally be able to go home after all this time? “ I- how would that be possible my arm is broken I wouldn’t be able to fly.”

She walked over to me untying the sling around me and assessed the damage. “Well the bone is healing I say in about half of the moon cycle you should be able to fly but more breaks will be necessary!  So take someone with you! Any strenuous work has to be done by someone else.” I nodded my head reaching to drink the rest of the tea.

“It would be better to have someone who knows their way around healing, preferably your mate since she is the one who has been with you ” She smoked at me and I chuckled lightly I knew exactly what she was saying 

-

I’m not really sure how long I was gone due to the check-up Ronal performed on me. But I guess it was long seeing as how Luaewe was up and helping Sa’nok maybe it was lunchtime? 

 My other Sa’nok was there too which was nice I hadn’t seen her for some days. 

“Sa’nok welcome back how was the travel?” I said while walking up to her giving a side hug. She’s Smiled and pulled away. 

“It wasn’t that bad harsh rapids at times but Tsahik got the herbs needed from the other villages.” I hummed and sat down next to my mate.

“ I see you have woken now?” She chuckled as she chopped up the fish. I couldn’t help but smile as I admired her beauty. I don’t understand How someone could be so beautiful.

“Yes, Tuk came running in here and tripped over me.” I laughed and shook my head. Father always tells her not to just come running in but she never listens. “How are you feeling?” She asked.

“ I am fine….I met with Tsahik about what I asked you to ask her.” She put the knife down and looked at me with a mix of curiosity and worry. “She said the suppressants only really work for the na’vi here so I will need to go back home to get the herbs that really work.”

Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “OK but how will that work your arm….”

“She said when it’s halfway through the moon cycle my arm will be healed enough for me to fly but someone must come with me to do the strenuous work.”

She got up and placed the fish in the pot while bringing various vegetables back to cut. “And she said it would be best to have someone who knows their way around healing…..so I was wondering if you would come with me.”  She looked up from the cutting board and smiled. 

“Of course I will. I mean even if you decided to bring someone else I would be coming with you regardless.” She chuckled. “ I’m not passing up the opportunity to meet your grandmother.” Knowing grandmother she already knows I’m coming or sensed it. Nothing could get past her. 

“Then it’s settled we are going back home.”

“ home! You’re going back home?” I heard a high-pitched voice coming from behind me. 

And it belonged to none other than Tuk. “Yeah, Luaewe and I have to go back to get some medicine for me.” 

“Okay Well if you’re going then I’m going I want to see my friends and I miss home.” 

“ home? Who’s talking about home?” I shook my head now seeing my dad entering. “ I was… I was just telling Luaewe how she has to come with me per Tsahiks' request so I can get the medicine needed for the thing.” 

I tried hinting at what I was trying to say but he just looked at me confused as he placed his weapons away. “What thing are you talking about son you’re not making any sense.” 

I let out a defeated sigh. “My rut Dad my rut.” He gasped and clapped his hands finally understanding. “ aaaaah why didn’t you just say that!” 

“ Tuk’s standing right next to you.” I’m sure like any other sibling talking about your rut can be uncomfortable especially when it’s around younger siblings. Maybe it’s just me but I don’t want to talk about my urges around my little sister. 

“So what she knows about heats and ruts.” He scoffed and I shook my head turning around. “Maybe we should have had this discussion later,” I said to Luaewe. She smirked and jokingly nodded her head. Crossing my fingers this doesn’t turn into a family trip. 

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Just some notes i collected over the years about tiny muriel lore bits, feel free to add more:

one (possibly removed) dialogue from nadia route suggests that he fought leopards or cheetas at some point

he is good at magic

he used to wear a small loincloth, dunno what that means. either his underwear was skimpy or that julian thought hes way bigger.

he secretly likes sweets

he watched over mc when asra was away

which also means he occasionally perused the vesuvian streets and, dare i say, interacted with human people

it was indicated somewhere that he met mc before the prologue, possibly he got caught stalking them before. he had a dialogue like "you never listen" or something but also possibly removed

he did actually say he takes cold baths, in his route

ice in cereal

he is friends with multiple supernatural animals in the forest

okay i cant remember where i got this and there are so many removed bits so they might be my imagination but i remember some nameless person saying they hear chain noises coming from the forest or something like that so its possible that vesuvians know of "the weird hermit living in the haunted forest"

vesuvians are big fans of the scourge. even during the period the game takes place. multiple people sing his praises

he vaguely remembers getting sent off. he was older than asra when it happened

his blanket is likely a tapestry from his clan.

he whittles tiny figurines. him an asra have matching ones.

his stage name comes from the scourge lucio brought upon his clan

hes self conscious about his body image because due to his size kids assumed hes brutish and later on because hes immediately recognizable by people as the scourge

everywhere except his own route hes depicted more cryptic than shy

he was kept away from asra but also asra told him all about the MC so im not sure how that works

he knew about asras plan for the ritual, likely helped him

the time between his escape and the plague is a mystery

he used to give a cryptic message to the MC in the old prologue that said asra and MC get lost in their own world. kinda sounded like "you two run the fuck off and leave us to clean your mess"

he catches both asra and julian getting frisky with the MC in his hut and acts like a normal person. hes aware of the concept of sex.

[lambden]

32 for the kissing prompt with lambert and your choice of partner?

32. jumping into your lover's arms

Like most of the foundation of their relationship, it starts as a joke.

It starts when Lambert and Aiden accidentally stumble onto a third witcher in a tavern straddling the border of Kaedwen and Redania, and even though Lambert and Geralt usually keep their interactions confined to the fortress they call home, it’s been a rough week at the end of a rough year so they’re both pleased to see a familiar face. Aiden mostly sits back and watches; he plays Gwent, and drinks enough to hold his own, of course, but he doesn’t keep up with the conversation as much. Watching Lambert with his family excites and fascinates him; the Wolves have an entirely different dynamic from the Cats, and Lambert both sits up straighter and loosens up a little.

After drinking enough ale to feel comfortably buzzed, the room beginning to sway around them, Geralt suggests that they head out together. The sun is setting and it would be best to make camp before nightfall, and although the barkeep was happy enough to take their money, rooms certainly aren’t on the table. Aiden agrees, tugging Lambert along after him and nearly tripping them both on the stairs down to the road. Geralt stumbles over to the stables to check on his beloved horse, already cooing her name and holding out an apple. She accepts it readily, sniffing around his palm for more.

Aiden nearly misses it, too busy dancing with Lambert, but he catches it just in time. The sun dips into the horizon and lights up this backwater town like a painting, casting everything in orange and yellow and pink light. A figure at the end of the dirt lane silhouetted by the sun stops still in his tracks, staring at Geralt. Then he starts striding forward, then jogging, then sprinting. Aiden prods Lambert in the shoulder and points, and they both turn to look as the man races towards Geralt and leaps into his arms.

“Holy shit,” Aiden mumbles, as the ever-grouchy White Wolf catches the man instead of shoving him to the ground. Roach’s food discarded and forgotten, he reaches up to hold him by the thighs and back, burying his face in the man’s neck. The evidently familiar stranger laughs, nearly sounding overwhelmed with it, and loops his arms so tightly around Geralt’s shoulders that a Fiend wouldn’t be able to tear him away. They hug, and then before Lambert or Aiden can gather their thoughts enough to catcall, Geralt steadies his grip on the man and kisses him desperately.

“Guess Geralt wasn’t kidding about the melodramatics,” Lambert grouses. When Aiden turns to him, he catches a mischievous spark on his friend’s face, and abruptly he knows exactly what Lambert is thinking.

The next morning Geralt and his bard prepare breakfast at their camp while Lambert goes to bathe in the shallow creek nearby. When he returns he’s still soaking wet, a blanket tied off around his loins as he paces towards the group. Aiden sees him first and gasps, jumping to his feet. “Ohh,” he swoons, making a show of throwing the knife in his hand to the ground. “Ohh, Lambert!”

He dashes up to his wolf and jumps, landing in Lambert’s arms the very same way Jaskier had. They’re of a similar weight but Lambert still staggers in a way Geralt hadn’t, reaching to hurriedly secure Aiden against his bare chest. He’s already given the game away, nearly wheezing with laughter, but Aiden keeps up the show and presses a trail of open-mouthed kisses against Lambert’s damp, clean neck. “I’ve missed you so terribly, darling,” he whines loudly for all to hear. Lambert barks out another laugh, grip tightening on Aiden’s legs. “Oh, don’t ever leave again!”

“Pricks,” seethes Jaskier from the campsite, where both he and Geralt are flushed pink with irritation. “Fuck the both of you!” Aiden cackles, then shrieks as Lambert drops him unceremoniously onto the grass. He beams up at his nearly naked friend, who grins right back. At least the loincloth managed to stay in place.

The joke develops into a beloved bit, mostly because Geralt and Jaskier fucking hate it. Lambert runs at Aiden after they tear apart a nest of hags and ends up brushing viscera out of his teeth for hours because he had the bright idea to kiss Aiden’s cheek. They ruin one of Jaskier’s performances when, at the end of a particularly sorrowful ballad about love, Aiden jumps into Lambert’s arms and loudly yells that he forgives him for all the cheating. When Geralt finally caves and asks Jaskier to come with him up the Killer to Kaer Morhen, Aiden and Lambert make a big scene of their own proposal, punctuated by a wet smack of Lambert’s lips against his that leaves both of them giggling for the rest of the day.

But Aiden doesn’t actually accompany Lambert and the others into the mountains, claiming that the frigid weather will suit him poorly. The caravan will be expecting him, that much isn’t a lie— but he knows that if he really wanted to make it work, he could stay here. He waves goodbye to the group and sets off on his own path, ignoring the miserable pang in his heart with every new step he takes away from Lambert.

Aiden isn’t used to having a friend this close. Even the Cats are distant, departing for most of each year to travel on the Path. And oftentimes when he’s home with them he feels that they aren’t listening, or if they listen they don’t understand. He finds himself comparing his family to Lambert, who always listens raptly to anything and everything Aiden shares with him. And he remembers it all too, bringing it up at the most surprising times. He goes to great lengths to ensure that Aiden is always comfortable and happy, which is… too overwhelming. Aiden can’t handle it.

So he sets off on his own, taking contracts through the cold winter. He only questions his decision on the longest, loneliest nights, when the sun has vanished too quickly and plunged the Continent into darkness. Curled up on his own bedroll, Aiden shivers and thinks of Lambert, wondering if his friend is shivering too. Wondering if they’re more than friends. He always shoves the thoughts aside, drifting off into uncomfortable dreams.

By the time the ground begins to thaw Aiden has made a tenuous decision, which is to say that he hasn’t decided much at all. But he knows he wants to see Lambert again, and the current pulling him North doesn’t seem to care why. Aiden makes his way to the same lonely signpost that he’d stood next to months ago as he waved goodbye. Snow gathers in Aiden’s hair and on his armour, and he chews his lip, continuing to wait.

Then a few witchers head his direction, stumbling down the mountain pass. For all Lambert’s insistence that the Wolves don’t get along, Aiden thinks it’s sweet that they all leave Kaer Morhen at the same time. It’s like they’re clinging to the last bit of time they’ll have with each other this year, and perhaps ever. Aiden doesn’t blame them but he does crane his neck, squinting at the unfamiliar faces. Geralt and his bard are at the front of the pack, and Jaskier waves to Aiden excitedly, who bemusedly salutes him in return. There’s a big scarred witcher wearing a bright smile, and a Griffin telling some undoubtedly lewd joke. But there’s no sign of Lambert.

Not until the Griffin finishes his joke, and then someone further up the path barks out a laugh. Aiden’s heart melts, and he drops his kit and swords without thinking twice. He starts walking but it’s hard to stay casual and move slowly when his heart feels in danger of pounding right out of its cavity. Aiden moves faster, and then when he sees his familiar grump turn a corner on the snowy path, he breaks into a run.

Jaskier whines, “Not this again,” as the other witchers all watch curiously.

Aiden doesn’t spare a second glance for any of them, beelining towards Lambert. He jumps and Lambert, practiced by now, catches him, pulling Aiden into his arms with a huff. “Have you been standing there all winter just waiting for me—”

Before Lambert can crack yet another joke Aiden ducks in and kisses him, closing his eyes as he tastes Lambert’s lips against his. All his indecision and anxiety melts away in an instant, and he smiles, kissing Lambert yet again just because he can.

Lambert, wholly shocked, stumbles back while clutching Aiden tightly. Unfortunately they’re still on a mountain, even if they’re at the very bottom, which means that it’s very easy for him to misstep. He goes tumbling off the edge of the narrow path, pulling Aiden down with him into the snow and shrubbery. The other witchers yell in concern and Aiden is powerless to stop them from rolling down the cliff, but when he lands in a pile of snow on his definitely bruised back, Lambert still clings to him.

Before Aiden can do so much as wince in pain Lambert pins him to the ground and kisses him again, chasing away the last cloud of doubt in his mind. Aiden returns it, and they might be lying at the bottom of a frozen ravine, but he feels like he’s soaring.

From the path above them, Jaskier mildly says, “We’ve never been that dramatic.”

[black-suns-rim]

Little Red's Adventures

Story 2

Gentleness of a sister

Ch. 1

The waking hours of the eldest child of Momba started even before the rising of the sun. Her dark and sparkled complexion is what gave her the name Than-guan; Midnight. Her skin was sleek and smooth, shimmering in even the dullest of light. She was almost completely black thanks to her unique and rare genetic trait.

As she readied herself for the day ahead, she had thought to herself while bathing. She would always talk out loud, which her servants were used to by now. "Do you think I should take my youngest brother and spend a few days with him? He's a cute little unblood, scrawny kinda, but he's a big sweetheart and very smart for his age." Than-guan asked her female servant as she scrubbed Than-guan's back.

The young female servant was a Matriarch in training and she was put under the watch of Than-guan by the older Matriarchs, "I think you should my Matriarch Than-guan." She replied with a soft and quiet voice.

"Mm- then I shall. Go fetch me my towel, do your daily chores and have the rest of the day off. Oh, and remind Haj-ah that she needs to clean up the mess she makes every time she uses my training room or else I will have to ban her from it."

The young female nodded and headed off to get the towel. She came back just as fast as she left and handed the towel to the dark yautja.

Midnight got dressed and headed out of her luxurious palace. The sun still was hiding. The land was cool and crisp, just how she liked it. She loved the early morning and late night. She knew her mother, Black Momba, wouldn't be up just yet. She also knew that her mother hated getting up early unlike her. So she would head to go and check on her ship and make sure it was flight ready. She had already planned out in her head of what she wanted to do with her youngest brother.

"I will take him to one of the many planets I've been to and show him the flora and fauna, teach him and maybe train him too." She chittered to herself as she had her ship cleaned up, checked and repaired. By the time she was done, the sun had risen over the mountain peaks and was pouring down its hot rays of life onto the waking land. Than-guan cleaned herself up and went forth to the village she was raised in, the village of her ancestors and the village of her family.

Within her clan, she was a well-known Matriarch and huntress. She was very skilled in the hunt, but she much preferred to study the life she came across and would log it in the shared database her clan had available to any hunter. Her knowledge of plants, herbs and medicines is what she is praised for the most. She has cured many sickly and injured yautja during her young years of being a Matriarch.

Now, she is known by her younger siblings as the perfect role model. She has birthed a few pups, making Momba a grandmother, and she herself a mother. She has hunted many creatures and made a name for herself amongst her people. She was proud and happy for her title, knowing it made her grandfather, the clan leader Python, proud and honored to have her as his grandchild.

When Than-guan reached Momba's hut, she entered through the thick cloth that kept the doorway covered. Momba was surprisingly awake, but then she noticed Little Red bouncing around and chittering to his sleep deprived mother.

"Oh, my little Than-guan. What brings you here my love?" Black Momba walked over to her daughter and gently placed her forehead against her's as a loving and welcoming greeting.

"I was wondering if I could spend a few days with Little Red. Take him on my personal ship, teach him and show him around on the safe planets. I believe he would love it."

Momba clicked while in thought, then looked to the little spawn that had clung to her leg. "Mama! Mama! I wanna go!" Little Red exclaimed with excitement as he tugged on her loincloth. He was so small compared to his sister and mama. "I'll allow it. But only if you check in with me every morning and every night when you are gone."

Than-guan nodded as Little Red bounced around and shouted. "Go prepare yourself my son." She said with a delighted chuckle. Little Red ran to his mother's room of which he had been sharing with her ever since he had been a part of the clan. His things were in a corner of her room and it didn't take him long to pack what he thought he needed. But of course Momba had to show him what he would need, so it took him a while to get prepared.

By noon, Little Red and Midnight were ready. She lead him to her ship and he couldn't stop bouncing around with excitement. Than-guan watched her little brother with a 'smile.' Seeing his reaction to her personal ship was golden. He was so easily amazed and admired the ship's beauty. When the both of them got inside, he was even more awestruck. Midnight's ship was more advanced and newer than the clan's ship. The technology was still very new and she loved it to bits.

"Place your bag in here Red." She opened a small room which held a rather large bed in it. The bed fit the entire room except for a few feet from the door. Little Red placed his bag in the room and so did Than-guan. She closed the room back up and headed to the cockpit. She placed the adopted spawn of her mother into one of the seats and strapped him in tightly and securely. He would only need to be seated for liftoff and landing.

She sat herself into the pilot's seat and entered in the coordinates to the planet she had in mind. It would take them a couple of days before they would arrive near that planet, even if they hyper jumped.

"Sissy! Where are we going?" He asked as he swung his legs back and forth. He had never been off-planet before, let alone been on another planet. He was so excited and he couldn't keep still.

"I'm taking you to one of the planets I have been to many times before to study medicines. It is in here and out there where I will teach you." Than-guan said as she fliped some switches and started up her ship. She herself was excited since this would be the most time she will have spent with him up to this point. She always loved to spend time with her siblings, even more so with the younger ones since they always had so much wonder in them. A quality that had always faded with age.

"What will you teach me? What is the planet like? Will mama come?" Little Red bombarded her with questions. He always asked so many but he was very smart for his age because of it.

"Mama won't be coming. But she will be checking up on us at least twice a day and you can tell her all about what you have learned." Than-guan put the ship on autopilot after checking that the proper coordinates were in the system. The ship lifted off smoothly. When the ship left the atmosphere of Yautja-Prime, Little Red couldn't stop chittering and clicking his small mandibles together. Midnight got up from her seat and then unfastened her little charge from his.

"It is going to take us a couple of days to get to the planet. What would you like to do first?" Little Red jumped out of his seat and then looked up at her, "mmmh..." He looked around and then back at her. He couldn't decide.

"Would you like me to train you?"

"Yeah!"

"Come with me then, and I will take you to the training room." She said with a smile as she held out her hand. He took her hand and followed her.

For the next 2 hours, she taught Little Red and for 2 hours after that, she told him stories of her hunts. He listened to her intently ans never hesitated to ask her a question that was in his mind.

She then prepared a meal for the both of them since they had become hungry after all of that training and talking.

"Have you ever seen a ooman before? Mama says she has seen a ooman."

"I have seen one once. I was actually on a hunt with mama. We were tasked with tracking down a rogue Bad Blood and he ended up on earth. We had to be stealthy so the pyode amedha would not see us." She gave the small youngling a plate of food and sat down.

"The Bad Blood went into one of the cities on a killing spree. We saw many of the oomans before we killed that Bad Blood." She took a bite of the meat chunk she grabbed for herself.

"What are the pyode amedha like? Mama says i'm not old enough to know. She says they will give me bad dreams. But I want to know about them. Can you tell me about them pleeeaaase?" He begged his older sister to tell him.

"If mama says you are too young, then I must respect her words. Remember, there will be things that you must not know about, but there will be things that you find out on your own. And the pyode amedha are something you will have to wait about to know more of."

Little Red huffed and threw a little pouty fit while he ate. After the two were done with lunch, Than-guan entered Little Red and herself by playing some games. They were mostly child games, but fun for the both of them. Some of these games she had not played ever since her last litter of pups had all but grown up. Which had been a long time ago. As she had gotten older, she went out on trips to explore the galaxies and study what she could about anything she saw.

She often found herself being gone from Yautja-Prime for years at a time, but always kept in touch with her clan through video messages. Any time she would come back, she would always visit Black Momba first. It reminded her of the night she found out Momba had adopted Little Red. He was so small and so vibrant, compared to her clan, he was the complete opposite. Their clan consists of dark and large yautja.

Whoever Little Red's parents were or whatever lineage he came from, she knew he was something very special.

As it came closer to time to sleep, Than-guan sat the tired pup down to have a video call with their mother. During the time, he could barely keep his eyes open, but he was still happy to see his mother. After the long conversation Black Momba and Than-guan had, Little Red had already fallen asleep and he was out like a light. When the call was over, Than-guan carried Little Red to the small room with the bed and laid him down.

She had a couple of more things to do on the ship before she could join him with sleep. Little Red's estimated birthday was coming up soon. It was only a few weeks away and Midnight wanted to get something special for him. Since she had noticed he was so obsessed with earth and wanted to know as much as he could about it, she had convinced Momba to let her gift something to him that was from Earth.

She wanted to make sure he wouldn't find it on her ship, so she hid it and planned on giving it to him once they were going to go back home. After she had hid it in a place he could never reach or know of, she went to the little room and laid down by her sleeping brother. While he was half asleep, he clung to her and snuggled close, so she held him in her arms and drifted peacefully to sleep.

[funtimebunnyblog]

So! What about the god ok switch-a-roo? The pillarmen are now human and their s/os are pillarmen!

I interpreted this request as body swapping (similar to what we see in a much later part of JoJo) and I hope this is what you meant, my dear Anon! 🙏❤🥰

If not and you meant for me to write this in another way, I am SO sorry I misinterpreted the request and I sincerely hope you still enjoy this nonetheless! 😅😇

Body swapping with the Pillarmen! 😱 🔁

(Under the cut for length!)

Kars:

• Ending up in your body will piss Kars off more than anything really.

• Don't get him wrong, he loves you with all his heart; it's just that he's a man who is rather comfortable in his superiority and status over your race.

• He had worked VERY hard to get himself where he wanted to be afterall...

• Suddenly being reduced to a mere Human is enough to make his (er... your) stomach turn.

• Kars' new "limitations" in your body however didn't stop him from working out how this happened and, more importantly, how to UNDO it ASAP.

• When you happen to come to in Kars' body, the feeling is unsettling and strange to say the least.

• Piloting not only a Pillarmans body but Ultimate lifeform's as well will take you some getting used to for sure.

• For one thing, you'll come to find his hair gets in the way of EVERYTHING.

• If the wind blows or if you happen to turn sharply it's suddenly in your (well... his, but you get the idea) mouth or sticking in your eyes or just plain in your face!

• You can't understand how he stands it at all!

• There's no time for you to ask him to teach you how to wrap it up like he does either to remedy the issue so you have to grin and bear it.

• On the other hand, even the slightest jump in your emotions makes his arm blades spring forth!

• You almost ended up accidentally stabbing Kars (while he was in your body) as a result of getting worked up over the whole matter.

• Kars could only watch you floundering about in his body, frowning and shaking your human head as he told you repeatedly to keep calm and they'll stay put.

• As if you could keep level-headed at all in this situation as it was.

• On the upside ot things however... you learn some interesting things about Kars.

• "...Wait." you paused, peering down at the muscular legs beneath you; your eyes bore into Kars' boots with a critical gaze. There was something cushy sitting just below the heel on the inside.

• "Do you... have cloth wedged into your boots?" A sangria eyebrow raised, ruby eyes falling onto Kars.

• You watched as the features of your own face shifted dramatically, mouth falling open, scandalized. "I--" he began, but your voice fell short as he couldn't find anything to say in defense.

• "Do you do this to make yourself look taller?" A wheeze rose up in the Pillarman's chest, rich barking laughter ringing out as you doubled over in laughter.

• You suddenly came to the realization that you had never once seen Kars without his boots off, the pumps at the very bottom of the boots gave him a little boost as it was but on the inside it quite literally felt like you were wearing a pair of high heels.

• You were starting to wonder just how tall Kars really was. Hell, you were starting to wonder if he even passed Santana in height without these boots on!

• Your laughter fell short as a familiar, much smaller, hand reached up and grabbed your new body by the scarf. You were hauled down to meet the burning and intense gaze of your own eyes, Kars snarling right up into his own face.

• Jeeze, had your face always looked that red when you got angry before?

• "If you speak of this to ANYONE, I will spill each and every one of your own secrets to the others," he growled lowly, giving your voice an uncharacteristically harsh and grating tone. "Am I clear?"

• It took all you had inside not to call him "shortie" once things were finally back to the way they were and you both settled back into your own bodies.

• Despite your curiosity, your question on his exact height would never get answered.

• Kars knew how to put those arm blades to use better than you of course...

Esidisi:

• Oh boy... you have to be VERY careful piloting this one.

• And I mean the absolute definition of careful!

• When your consciousness ends up transfered into Esidisi's body, its no surprise that you feel very warm and fuzzy on the inside.

• It's almost a feeling akin to when you sit just a little too long in a bath that's a little too hot.

• Strangely, it was actually kind of a comforting feeling amongst this whole ordeal.

• However, if you're not careful with your emotions (warm and fuzzy feeling or not) than you might just accidentally end up burning a hole right through the Earth!

• Or worse... end up spraying scalding hot blood and flaying fleshy veins dripping with the stuff in all directions.

• Your core temperature has to constantly be monitored or you'll pay the price.

• It seems like even if you unfocus for one singular second, the Pillarman's entire body starts to smolder like a cake burning in an oven!

• Esidisi, on the other hand, is actually quite enjoying being in your body.

• He's having a much better time than you are for sure. In fact, he's laughing like this is nothing more than a game to him!

• You'll have to keep your eyes on him because he can't keep his (or rather, your) hands off your body.

• "Esidisi!" You barked, the Pillarman's voice was like the clap of thunder as it raised in octave; clearing the air with its power and inevitably startling you (again) even though you were the one wielding it. "Get your hands out of there, right now!"

• Your command was met with laughter, you watched as a wide grin stretched across your own face as Esidisi pried your hands off of your behind (for the 3rd time) and tucked them neatly into your pockets as he continued to giggle to himself.

• "I wasn't doing anything~" he purred, making your voice sound uncannily like a bad child playing innocent, acting wasn't just caught squeezing your cake.

• He was being to curious for his own good.

• That and the fact that he's taking enjoyment out of little ordinary Human things while piloting your body

• Things like feeling actual pain when skin is pinched or when hair is pulled seemed like it could entertain him for hours on end.

• If you don't keep a close eye on him and his shenanigans, you might just end up getting your body back all banged and bruised up if he goes too far with his fun.

• Fair enough, as he might just get his back half-burned into the ground or covered in blood...

Wamuu:

• Wamuu straight up does NOT have a good time dealing with suddenly being Human.

• The fact that it's your body he's in doesn't help that any either.

• 12/10 would NOT do again. 0 STARS!

• Wamuu, always a composed and calculating Warrior and tactician, was now in full panic mode.

• All his life he carried himself with pride, building his little ego off all his strengths and victories because of his status and his incredible unmatchable power.

• Now, with all of that ripped away from him, the Warrior felt too vulnerable and naked for his liking in this Human form.

• "Ow! OW!!!" Wamuu cried, eyes wide as your hands flew to your back. "Why does it hurt there? Do you always have pain like this?" Came the question, it was more than strange (and a little unsettling) to hear your own voice asking you that so desperately.

• "You get used to it." You replied, the deepness of the Pillarman's voice sending deep vibrations through the hardened chest as you spoke.

• "Why-- Why does this body feel so sluggish? I feel so inexplicably weary..." "I know. You get used to that too." "WHY IS EVERYTHING SORE?! WHY IS EVERYTHING CREAKING?!" "It's fine. That's normal."

• On the other hand, your mind suddenly being swapped into Wamuu's body isn't quite as bad as being in the others but... there are still some things to get used to.

• For one thing, it was hard to get used to simply walking around in it.

• Wamuu was so immensely big, muscular and heavy that you felt as if you were shaking the Earth with each step, causing you to lumber and stumble around with no grace to speak of.

• For another, a wirlwind just seemed to follow you wherever you went. It was honestly harder to control than it looked!

• When you wanted it to move one way, it went another. Wind blew up, wind blew down.

• You found yourself standing around, massive hands flying to the loincloth in an attempt to keep it from flinging up and showing too much.

• You wanted to spare least a shred of Wamuu's lost dignity while he wasn't piloting his own body after all.

• His horn is an entirely different matter.

• At one point the breeze blew too strong and the Pillarmen's signature headpiece suddenly flew right off his head and then... out sprang the horn.

• It shot 18 feet into the air, skewering two trees and drilling right through them like an overcharged power drill; a terrifying whir filling the air as chunks of wood flayed in every direction.

• The entire time you screamed in terror (you had no idea Wamuu's voice could go so high until that moment), slicing through an entire plot of trees as Wamuu yelled for you to put it away before it went for something breathing... like your own body that he was currently inhabiting.

• In the end, the relief you both feel to be back in your own bodies once the entire mess is fixed is immeasurable.

• You also both agree to never speak of the experience again for as long as you live.

Santana:

• Much like Kars, Santana is more unimpressed about the whole thing rather than upset or worried.

• Apart from you of course, Santana just barely tolerated Humans (or Primitives as he liked to call them) as it was.

• He often spoke about how fragile and flawed your kind was, honestly the defenselessness of a Human was laughable in his eyes.

• Therefore, he absolutely does NOT like suddenly being reduced to one, even if it is your body.

• The entire time he's practically pouting, the very definition of apathetic, grumbling to himself and following close behind as you tried to chase down the person responsible for the swap.

• "This form is... limiting." Came the low growl, each word sounding so very unlike you despite the fact it was your voice he was using. Santana practically spat as he kept talking, "Flawed. Primal. Defenseless."

• You were handling things admittedly better than Santana but it was still more than overwhelming.

• For one thing, you'll come to find that Santana's senses are extremely heightened.

• You never realized how very unbelieveably strong a sense of smell, taste and hearing could be until now.

• You could smell animals that had passed through the area nearly a fortnight ago just by putting your nose to the air. You could hear the thumping of your own heart from where it sat back in your own chest as Santana followed close at your heels.

• For another thing... Santana's body felt... odd.

• It was a strange and indescribable feeling; it was best put as you felt like a substance that constantly balanced between solid and liquid.

• How on Earth could he stand being a living mass of puddy and sharp deadly bones all the time?!

• As Santana kept grumbling about how very imperfect his new form was, your only hope was to give him that huge bag of gummy bears you had been saving in your bag for later to snack on.

• It would give you a moment of silence to think straight. However, if Santana was himself that would've been a good idea but in this case... not so much.

• "What's wrong?" You questioned, the Pillarman's gravely voice holding a different tone than you were used to as you used it, studying him.

• Santana had suddenly stopped following and was now slumped over, clutching at your stomach. A low whine surfaced, almost a sob, as he spoke through clenched teeth.

• "Do.... not.... feel..... good." Came the whimper. You came rushing to his side, your temorary body dwarfing your real one as you pulled Santana close to see if he had somehow gotten hurt.

• "What--" the question fell short as you spied the now very empty bag of gummy bears laying nearby.

• That bag had been huge, filled to the brim with bright and colourful gushy candy... and Santana had eaten ALL of them.

• It was that day that Santana found out that a Humans biggest flaw was that too much sugar made them sick.

• Good luck with enjoying getting your body back when the time comes as you now suspected you would spend your time kneeled over a bucket with a hot water bottle instead of celebrating...

[darknessisafriend]

Periods Commodus x Reader

Here I’m back with an imagine about our dear Emperor, @beatlebabe1996​ I dedicate this to you ;) 

You and Commodus had been married for a bit less than a month now, slowly, you had gotten used to each other’s presence, his frequent brooding and worries, but also his playfulness. Commodus was a man to discover and each day you learned more about him and fell even more in love with him; what had started as an arranged marriage had evolved into love. Even your husband, who was very suspicious over you at first and distant was learning to let down his guard, learning to know you were trustworthy. Yet, you still had a lot to learn about each other, you were discreet and shy, and he had a terrifying reputation…

You groaned in bed, burying your head under the sheets as the chamberlain came to wake you and your husband; today you really didn’t want to get up, you had a difficult night and pains in your lower belly had awaken you, you had understood your periods were coming. And as you woke up, you realized a slight wetness between your thighs, oh no…not when your husband was next to you, he would be disgusted, like many roman men were, some even considered it as a bad omen; what if Commodus reacted that badly too? Your heart started to hammer in your chest, you didn’t know how you would get out of that situation. You retained a little jump as you felt Commodus’ arm wrap around you.

“My Y/N…it’s time to rise.” He said softly and placed a feather like kiss on your temple. You closed your eyes, those soft lips gave you goosebump; but you lightly groaned, pretending not to feel very well.

“I’m…I think I’m going to stay in bed a bit more. I’m not feeling at my best…” you muttered. And you instantly felt your husband’s worry grow.

“What is it Y/N? are you feeling any pain?” he quickly asked, ready to call for a doctor.

“Commodus, please don’t worry about it. Just get up and start your day, I will surely feel better later.” You tried to convince him, you didn’t want the doctors involved and telling you to sleep separately from your husband until your periods ended, you wanted his comfort during that tough time of the month. But you knew how stubborn he was, he wouldn’t let go so easily.

“Tell me what you have. I don’t like things to be hidden from me. Especially from people I love. Don’t make me order you Y/N” He replied on a tone without appeal, he won’t leave this bed until you told him your symptoms.

“My belly hurts quite a lot…” you moaned as another cramp hit you. However, you didn’t expect Commodus to pull on the sheet to take a look and so you couldn’t prevent him from seeing the blood that had tainted your nightgown, you looked away in shame, your heart racing in fear that he would get angry.

“Oh Y/N tell me this is just your monthly bleeding…” murmured your husband, just for you to hear and avoid getting attention from anyone else. In fact, at the view of the blood, his heart had skipped a beat, fearing you had gotten severely ill.

“Yes, it is. I’m sorry, I should have known it was coming and I should have gone to my quarters.” You quickly apologized, not knowing how he would react. But he didn’t answer, instead you felt him get off the bed, perhaps in disgust he wanted to get away from you, you squinted your eyes shut, what would he do next?

“Love, here.” You jumped, startled by his voice so close to you. Slowly you opened your eyes and met his clear orbs, he looked at you softly, no hint of disgust or anger. You were speechless, you had to admit. And only after long seconds you noticed he held a piece of cloth in his hand, perhaps one of his expensive neck scarves made of silk.

“What…?” you asked confused.

“To absorb the blood for now.” He explained, not caring to dirty and taint the cloth “And I got you a clean loincloth.” He gave her a little smile, handing it to you as well and you couldn’t help but look at him as if he was crazy. “What?” he asked, curious as to why you looked at him like that.

“Well you’re not…? horrified or disgusted? Something like that?”

He chuckled, shaking his head “I have seen a lot more blood in the Colosseum.” He said jokingly, trying to relax you.  his hand going to caress your hair. “And I heard some doctors say it could be a thing that helped the woman to procreate. So, something that would give me a baby with you, an heir…it’s neither disgusting nor horrifying. It’s beautiful.” He replied more seriously. He respected you and would never treat you in such way, the only woman he could trust and have close to him.

“But all men they…” you tried to explain, to be sure of how he felt.

“I’m not like all men my dear. I am Lucius Aelius Aurelius Commodus, the Emperor.” He smirked proudly at you. And you couldn’t help but giggle, indeed he wasn’t, he was unique, in many ways. He sat on the edge of the bed. “Don’t be ashamed my love. I will take care of you today, only emergencies of the Empire will get my attention.” He added, and you sighed in relief, he was a very caring lover, fully dedicated. So, you got up, taking the cloth and the loincloth and going to change.

Once you were all cleaned, you sighed contently, you were in fresh, absorbent undergarments. You felt much better and knowing Commodus would be mostly by your side today greatly helped. As the day passed, Commodus spent his time with you in your shared bedroom, away from the Senate or councilors, working at his desk, dressed in his black and red toga, reading and replying to petitions from the People.

Each time he heard you groan as you cramps became more painful, he left his desk and joined you on the bed, lying down next to you, wrapping an arm around you. “Be strong my love, it will go away.” He murmured against your ear as his hand gently massaged your lower belly. His warmth and gentle caresses alone appeased your pain, or at least distracted you from them. He stayed as long as you needed, or until you dozed off, tired by those changes in your body.

You were discovering how caring Commodus was, he had this tender side that was well hidden by a protective wall around his heart, he had been betrayed so many times. But with you, he could be himself, because you made yourself vulnerable to him and he felt safe enough to be in return. Soon, your poor husband witnessed your mood swings for the first time and found you snaping at him for no reason and then you ended up on the verge of tears. But Commodus showed himself very understanding, these monthly bleedings really seemed to impact the woman deeply.

“You know, I do have mood swings too sometimes…” he said as he hugged you, soothingly caressing your back, his words making you laugh.

“That’s actually true, mister grumpy!” you giggled, burying your face in his neck, now placing soft kisses against his warm skin, making Commodus hum in pleasure.

“How about we go for a bath?” he suggested, kissing your temple.

“Hmm good idea.” You grinned, nibbling his skin, earning a small moan from the Emperor, your mood swings were quick, but he wasn’t complaining from that one, he actually enjoyed it, a lot.

You both headed for the baths, hand in hand. Commodus had especially requested the water to be warmer, he had quickly understood warmth relaxed you and soothed your pains; and indeed, he was a very good observer. As you both entered the warm waters, you sighed in contentment and a slave came to bring a plate full of nuts and dates.

“I asked our physician Galen about what you go through. He recommends you eat these. Helps with fatigue and moodiness.” Your husband explained to you as he took some to eat, you looked at him, once again amazed.

“Dear, you surprise me more each time. It’s such a sweet attention. Thank you.” You smiled happily, swimming to join him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Anything for you Y/N. You are my world.” He replied as if those words were naturally coming out of his mouth and with you it was. He took a date and presented it to your mouth, smiling as you eagerly ate it.

“I had never dreamt of such wonderful husband.” You murmured, tenderly kissing him, grateful to have him; your mouth traveling to his jaw. You felt him sigh contently, how much he loved feeling you so close to him, purely desiring him…his hand buried in your hair as you nibbled his earlobe.

“Oh Y/N…” he breathed, slowly starting to feel aroused, he wrapped his arm around your waist while his hand seized your chin, making you look at him in the eyes. “Kiss me.” He said softly that request was the sweetest command, as if he feared you would stop.

“Yes, my love.” You agreed softly, instantly closing the gap between the two of you. He supported you just as you supported him. An endless devotion and an always stronger love, you could fight the whole world just to be in each other’s arms.

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