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voidmetal-alloy · 5 months ago
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Light fam version!
Again some eye closeups and relationship charts under the cut
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I think I’ll make some more extensive relationship charts at some point cause I’m worried these ones are hard to read.
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dailyrockman · 3 months ago
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1587: Weather Analyze & Core
Patreon | Twitter | Ko-fi
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stepswowdsen · 4 months ago
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【KagePro】 KuroEne Meme 🖤💙
(CW: NSFW shitpost text)
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Kuroha riding Ene's strap 👍
Good night
Ene's expression is so perfect for reacting to her crazy ass bf's shenanigans LMAO
I was wondering how to format it so I also put the alt version too
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no-144444 · 6 days ago
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the instagrams - faking it au
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summary: the instagram pages of you and lando from February 2024- May 2024, aka the soft launch phase
pairing: fakeboyfriend! lando norris x fem! fakegirlfriend! actress! reader
a/n: so this is an official series! it won't be super linear and i'll probably go back and forth from now and last year, but i'm very excited! leave any ideas or concepts in my inbox please!!! also, thank you to the people that said such lovely things about this series in my inbox, love yall!
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29th of February, 2024, Bahrain International Circuit
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landonorris Bit of party, bouquet of flowers, and back to business :)
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user245 WHO ARE THE FLOWERS FOR ???????
user358 lando 'party boy' norris strikes again
user46809 The hair is looking goooooooodddddd
user392 Guys does lando have a gf?????? -> user8358 Yes! We're very happy together! -> user34958 bffr😝
pierregasly 💐??? -> user824 not pierre being messy....
maxfewtrell middle pic????? -> landonorris pretty girl gotta give her pretty flowers 🤷 -> user3485 what 😃
user9358 LANDO HAS A GIRLFRIEND EVERYONE PANIC
carlossainz text me -> landonorris You can meet her. Maybe. -> user5586 WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?????
georgerussell He actually got a girlfriend? @.alexalbon -> alexalbon she's being paid by zak -> landonorris both of you can shut up
keeganpalmer Yall are too cute -> maxfewtrell KEEGAN MET HER AND I HAVEN'T????? -> landonorris You met her too dude. -> maxfewtrell OMG CALL ME RN
user8305 Max is so best friend core
user8204 who is the next fame-hungry whore lando norris picks up? can't wait to find out! -> user1103 please gain humility.
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30th of February, 2024, Bahrain International Circuit
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liked by lizziemcalpine, landonorris, charles leclerc, and 2,453,846 others
yourusername Thank you so so so much to F1 for inviting me to the season opener, what a wonderful experience! Met some pretty amazing people so far, can't wait to see what the rest of the weekend brings!
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user9543 PAPAYA FLOWERS????? LANDO NO-RIZZ?????
user846 god she's so stunning
yourfriend WHY haven't i watched this sport before???? the drivers are SO hot -> yourusername lmao no way you commented this on main -> user4628 not y/n calling her friends out...
user248 hold up... who tf is giving her flowers????? -> user7573 WAIT OMG Y/N HAS A BOYFRIEND?????
user20475 HOLY SHIT MY WIFE IS GONE ⁉️
user2364 guys... what if it's a mclaren driver???? -> user4558 it can't be oscar because he's with lily????? -> user2538 Lando exists??? -> user08349 bffr, she'd NEVER go for lando
oscarpiastri Thanks for dropping by us! -> yourusername Not a problem! Lily is so funny! -> oscarpiastri ???? Are you who she's been texting all day???? -> lilyzneimer ...🤷 -> user7203 y/n coming in with the rizz i fear
user802 I must know who this mystery man is -> user7249 it's probably drew starkey -> user6574 nah it's clearly Tom Blyth -> user80247 nah it's deffo lando norris -> user8824 you're insane if you think it's lando. it's probs josh heuston -> user8093 damn she could really pull anyone she wants
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24th of March, 2024.
your story: (reposted from mclaren's insta)
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[caption: mega drive!!! Go Papaya!]
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landonorris proud of me? 😃 you Get tf out of my dms landonorris I just got a podium, don't I deserve some more respect? you You deserve a kick in the ass :) landonorris You think about my ass? 😏 you You're impossible. landonorris You love it. you I love the money it brings me 🤷 landonorris Party pooper 🚨 you Dick rider😸
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lilyzneimer He's been waiting all day for this, btw you lol, I just woke up. How did the race go for Oscar? lilyzneimer All good, had a laugh watching Lando wait by the phone though you Pathetic men seem to flock to me 🫠 lilyzneimer what a burden you You don't get to talk with your perfect friends to lovers story😸🔫 lilyzneimer I'm only joking, love you xxx you Love you xxx
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user8203 IS THIS CONFIRMATION???
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user6582 HO IS YOU DATING LANDO NORRIS????
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user7642 You should probably just break up with him now before the hate gets too bad
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user2435 You're so ugly why would he choose you???? pathetic!
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21st of April 2024, Shanghai International Circuit
landonorris
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liked by yourusername, mclaren, yukistunoda, and 567,358 others
landonorris P2 in China :)
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oscarpiastri Someone was waiting on the phone for so long he almost missed the photo... hmm... -> landonorris alright, air out my business online then! 😹 -> georgerussell It's on the drivers groupchat too btw -> landonorris No it's not wtf -> georgerussell Wrong gc, sorry! -> user73058 Not lando being down bad -> user50328 SEPERATE GROUPCHAT????? -> user6245b They're deffo betting on lando's relationship
yourusername Congratulations :) -> landonorris Always the best :)
user6248 Y/n and Lando interaction on main!!!!!! -> user24 My y/nlando heart! 🧡 -> user7249 Be so real rn, they're not together, he'd NEVER pick someone like her -> user7504 the second-hand embarrassment is heavy with this one
user413754 Guys, it's not Y/n. She's just part of one of their new sponsors and she has to interact. She clearly wouldn't go for someone like Lando so let's focus our energy into getting some clues on who the girl actually is!!!!! -> user620 Ok FBI wtf??? Why wouldn't she go for Lando? -> user41375 Bc she's a stuck-up bitch??? -> user6280 Oh hell no
user470 I have to say, Y/n and Lando are cute together... -> user823 Stay strong soldier, we just have to stay strong (i'm agreeing but mourning the loss of my future relationship with Y/n)
user5238 Why is his entire comment section about Y/n? Who gives a fuck about some actress??
user567890 guys why are you all mental? just congratulate the man ffs.
maxfewtrell Bro answer my texts -> keeganpalmer Not no.1 WAG anymore huh -> maxfewtrell Enough.
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lando's story
29th of May, 2024
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maxfewtrell Missing her? landonorris Nope. Just had stuff scheduled to post since she left. maxfewtrell I totally believe that! 🙈 landonorris Ha ha. maxfewtrell Dude, I fear you may be whipped. landonorris I fear you may be mental. maxfewtrell I fear you're too deep. landonorris Alright mr. 'haven't been kissed in three minutes, might die'. maxfewtrell Very defensive... interesting 😏 landonorris is this a therapy session??? maxfewtrell Nope, but you should book one, maybe you'll be able to get her out of your head! landonorris fuck off mate
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oscarpiastri 😏 landonorris fuck off
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user537 come home the kids miss you
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user5238 NO WE WERE SUPPOSED TO GET MARRIED
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your story
2nd of May, 2024.
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[caption: wrapping up here before I'm off to Miami!]
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landonorris excited to see me? you excited to see Lily landonorris I think you're secretly excited to see me you I think you're mental 👍
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user749 going to slut yourself out for Lando?
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user24 you're such a fucking whore.
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lilyzneimer YAY! You're coming to Miami??? you OMG I'm so excited to see you lilyzneimer I cannot WAIT to see you, I've been so bored of just Lando and Osc you omg poor you lilyzneimer doesn't matter now, YOU'RE COMING! you love you xxx
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delores Babe, not back to Lando :( you No choice, we're going public this weekend I think :( delores babe GET OUT of that contract you I wish. why is film making SO expensive? delores come over to New York after and we can fly to Cannes together, yeah? you aww, so sweet. Perf. delores love you xxxxx you love you more xxx
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5th of May, 2024, Miami International Autodrome
landonorris
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landonorris Been waiting a long time. Thanks for all the support :)
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user5348 OMG HE WON WTF
user7395 dude i was SOBBING when he won
scottyjames That podium had a little spice to it -> landonorris Thanks buddy :)
danielriccardo SO PROUD -> liked by landonorris
user6358 OMG EVERYONE ON THE GRID CONGRATULATING HIM
user634 did anyone else see how he looked at y/n...? -> user354 babes please just pipe down ffs
user758 MIAMI THE CITY THAT KEEP THE ROOF BLAZIN'
user6384 lando wins!
yourusername 🫶 -> landonorris Couldn't do it without my good luck charm :) -> user638 no... PLEASE. NO. -> user6312 why is he with her? -> user857 why is she with him?
user6345 I fear that y/n and Lando might be together... -> user6575 why do you fear? they seem cute together??? -> user565 please pipe down he's a fucking moron and she's a genius
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5th of May, 2024, Miami International Autodrome
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yourusername This freak is an f1 winner :) Thank you to McLaren for inviting me!
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user647 ...ladies... it's over.
user464 HARD LAUNCH?
user869 guys why are we loosing her to a fucking racecar driver? is this cars? -> user689 please pipe down and become employed
user857 omg he's never smiled so hard...
user45 did we all see the wink on the podium??? was that to her???
landonorris 🧡 -> liked by yourusername
delores big smile @.landonorris -> landonorris biggest smile
user557 HE KNOWS HER CHILDHOOD FRIEND -> user799 who? -> user557 her name is delores and she's not famous but y/n brings her everywhere -> user724 holy shit we may be cooked -> user88 we're done.
zbrownceo Best photos in the paddock :) -> liked by yourusername
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6th of May, 2024.
f1gossipofficial
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f1gossipoffical Lando Norris and famous actress Y/n Y/l/n were seen kissing outside the circuit in Miami after his win! Shortly after they left in separate cars as Y/n had to travel to Cannes ahead of the film festival.
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user738 HOLY FUCKING SHIT
user655 he is GRIPPING her like she's about to run away
user868 THAT SHOULD BE ME -> user464 please stop embarrassing yourself online
user78 not max, delores, AND lando liking this. the girls are into the drama
user787 this is so devastating for me.
user90 y/n is so wonderful. lando is a piece of shit -> user7124 explain? -> user7034 he's the one who whines after every race, he's mean to his competitors, he respects trump, etc. etc. anything else you need?
user78248 Y/N RUN! SAVE YOURSELF.
user98 i'm so sorry this is so hot
user345 damn they look good together.
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10th of May, 2024.
landonorris
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landonorris cat = out of the bag :)
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10th of May, 2024.
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yourusername Who's this muppet?
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navigation for my blog :)
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lex-the-flex · 10 months ago
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Come Back to Me
Jacaerys Velaryon x reader
Warning(s): Basically porn with little plot. MEGA FLUFF, MEGA ANGST, MAJOR SADNESS + talks of character death, SMUT – 18+ oral (f! receiving), and precious aftercare + pillow talk.
A/N: No thoughts, just grieving smut with Jace. This CHOKEHOLD this character has on me and we’re only one episode into Season 2. I don’t know if I’ll continue to write for Jace, just wanted to share this idea.
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He couldn't breathe no matter how hard he tried. The air just refused to enter and fill his lungs as the overwhelming scents of salt and snow continue to remain in his crimson cloak. 
You somehow manage to take away all the pain and sadness of grief just by standing beside him. Joining Jacaerys Velaryon on the balcony of your shared room, he just can’t wrap his mind around a calm state amidst the chaos. Briefly touching his shoulder, a long awaited sigh of relief escapes his lips.
“You okay?” You ask. 
“I’m fine.” He lies, turning to face you. 
Leaning his forehead against your own, the overpowering scent of sea salt and the faint smell of lilies lingers on your skin. 
Wrapping his arms around your frame, Jace holds you tight, never wanting to let go. Relishing in your presence, an unwelcome wave of emotions crosses over Jace. Something wild, yet filled with sadness takes over him almost instantly. However, instead of shedding tears, he acts on the other side of what he’s feeling. Jace slowly guides his lips against your earlobe, nipping at the sensitive skin.
“You truly are my guiding light in this world, Y/N. You are the one that I was thinking about when I was riding Bermax home. To have my lips on yours and my thoughts at the door while being lost in you. I want to fuck you until you scream so the whole Palace can hear. To let them know you’re mine.” Jace explains, pulling you closer.
Feeling your breath hitching in the back of your throat, Jace nibbles on your neck, and you surround your arms around his broad shoulders. Picking you up in a swift motion, Jace captures his lips on yours before walking back into the dark room.
Collapsing with the large desk, Jace gently sits you down, his dark brown orbs staring into your own, eager with lust.
“Enlighten me, my Prince. Let me know what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours.” You say, gasping as Jace unties the sash of your trousers.
Smirking in delight, Jace carefully undos the straps of your heels, and slides your trousers down your legs. Basking in your body, his once boyish eyes light up with a devilish intent.
“By the Gods… so sweet for me.” He states.
Running a series of hungry kisses along your legs, you uncontrollably shiver at the sensation. Gripping your hips in his fingers, Jace teases yours throbbing folds with his tongue, knowing how to get you numb.
“That’s my girl.” Jace whispers into your skin.
Closing his mouth around your entrance, Jace props your leg around his shoulder. Swirling his tongue past your opening, a ragged moan escapes your lips, and you run your fingers through his dark locks. Feeling your pulse rise in your fingertips, a strong growl emanates from Jace’s chest, allowing his hunger for your lust to break the very windows of the room.
Leaning your head back, multiple multicolored stars fill the darkness behind your closed lids. Briefly moving your hips against the wooden table, a tingling sensation starts to rise in your core, signaling that you’re reaching your end. 
“Jace, please. I can’t…” You beg, scrunching Jace’s dark curls in your fingers. 
Reaching up to cup your breast, Jace continues to venture deeper inside of you, determined to taste every inch of you. Suddenly, your legs spasm and you quickly reach your end. 
“…Jacaerys…!” You gasp, not caring if anyone hears you.
Jace’s grip around your hips loosens and he crawls up your body, cocooning your shaking form in his arms. Burying your face in his neck, the collective scents of Vermax, water lilies, and the vast ocean being a wonderful distraction from the events going on outside your room.
Gazing at Jace, the two of you erupt in a small moment of laughter and delightful smiles that felt long overdue. Running your fingers through Jace’s locks, you bring his chin up to face you.
“I love you, Jace. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.” You address, tracing the outline of his strong face.
“And I you.” He vows, covering you with his cloak.
a/n pt. two ~ oml this man.
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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 6 months ago
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Under Her Command
dom!alpha!Agatha Harkness x omega!reader
Word count: 2.3K
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, a/b/o, omegaverse, Agatha has a cock, power dynamics, pheromones, marking, breeding
Authors notes: I really love Alpha!Agatha. This is the second time I've written her and I feel like I get carried away when I'm writing for her.
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The evening air blowing through Agatha Harkness’ house was thick with the scent of dominance and anticipation. You, with your naturally shy demeanor, were curled up on the plush couch, wearing one of Agatha’s silk robes that barely reached mid-thigh. The scent of her lingering pheromones in the fabric clung to your skin, reminding you of who you belonged to.
Agatha, the most powerful alpha you’d ever known, paced in front of the large window, her piercing eyes watching the city lights but her mind clearly focused on you. She had a quiet authority about her, her movements deliberate, her scent potent and commanding in the air. Even without her heightened alpha nature, she would have controlled any room she walked into.
“You’ve been so patient, mega,” she finally spoke, her voice like velvet, drawing your attention instantly. The deep timbre of her tone caused your breath to hitch.
She turned towards you, eyes dark with unspoken desire, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply, sensing the way your heat was starting to stir beneath your skin. You tried to sit still, to be good, but every muscle in your body felt charged, yearning for her touch.
“Come here,” she commanded softly, and your legs moved before your mind even registered it. Your bare feet padded across the cool floor as you approached her, head slightly bowed as you fought the instinct to expose your neck.
When you stood before her, she cupped your chin gently, tilting your head up to meet her gaze. Agatha’s thumb brushed over your lower lip, her eyes flicking down to your mouth before meeting your eyes again.
“Such a good little omega for me,” she murmured, her lips curling into a smirk. “You know I’ve been thinking about you all day, don’t you?”
Your heart pounded in your chest as her scent of sandalwood surrounded you, more intense now, laced with the spice of her arousal. You could barely manage a nod, overwhelmed by the power she held over you.
“I can smell you,” Agatha continued, her voice a low growl as she leaned in close, lips grazing your ear. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you? You can’t hide it.”
A soft whimper escaped your throat, and she chuckled darkly, satisfied by your response. Agatha’s hands slid down your sides, tracing the curve of your hips before gripping your waist firmly.
“I’ve spoiled you for too long,” she mused, her fingers tightening their hold as she pulled you flush against her body. “But tonight… tonight you’ll learn how to beg properly, omega.”
Your breath caught as she leaned down, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, just above where her claiming mark had once been. The reminder of it sent a shiver of longing through you, your heat starting to build, aching for her.
“On your knees,” Agatha growled, and before you knew it, you were on the floor, looking up at your alpha with wide, pleading eyes.
Her smirk widened as she towered over you, completely in control. “Now, little one, let’s see how well you can behave.”
Your heart pounded in your chest as you kneeled before Agatha, your body already responding to her commands, the omega inside you desperate to submit. Agatha's scent was intoxicating, filling the room with a potent mixture of her dominance and arousal. It wrapped around you like a warm blanket, making it harder to think clearly, as your only focus became pleasing your alpha.
Agatha tilted your chin up with two fingers, her sharp gaze locking onto yours. The way she looked at you made your skin tingle, the hunger in her eyes sending a shiver down your spine. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice a husky whisper that sent a surge of need straight to your core. “You’re so perfect like this, on your knees where you belong.”
You felt your body heat up under her praise, a quiet whimper escaping your lips as she traced her thumb over your bottom lip. The gesture was gentle, but the possessiveness in her touch made it clear—you were hers, utterly and completely.
“Open your mouth for me,” she commanded, her voice laced with authority. Instinctively, you obeyed, parting your lips as you stared up at her. She smirked, her thumb slipping past your lips, pressing down on your tongue. “That’s it. Such a pretty little thing.”
Your breath hitched as Agatha watched you, her dark eyes burning with desire. She was always so composed, always in control, but there was a dangerous edge to her tonight. You could feel it in the way she touched you, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the power she had over you.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?” Agatha asked, withdrawing her thumb, her fingers curling under your chin to lift your gaze back to hers.
“Yes, Alpha,” you breathed, your voice trembling with anticipation.
Her smirk widened, clearly pleased with your submission. “I want to hear you say it again.”
“I’m yours, Alpha,” you whispered, feeling the words vibrate in your chest. The truth of them resonated deep within you, an unbreakable bond that only strengthened your need for her.
Agatha’s grip on your chin tightened as she leaned down, her breath hot against your ear. “Good girl,” she purred, her voice sending a thrill through your entire body. “Now, show me how much you need me.”
Without hesitation, you leaned forward, your hands resting on her thighs as you pressed your cheek against her. Agatha’s scent was even stronger here, rich and musky, making your mouth water with need. You nuzzled her thigh, a soft whine escaping your throat as you craved her touch, her approval, anything to ease the growing ache inside you.
Agatha chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through her body. “So needy,” she murmured, her hand slipping into your hair, tugging it back gently to force you to look up at her again. “Look at you, already begging without even saying a word. Do you know how perfect you are for me?”
Your heart fluttered at her words, and the heat between your legs became almost unbearable. “Please, Alpha,” you whimpered, your voice barely more than a breath.
Agatha’s eyes darkened as her grip in your hair tightened. “Please what, little omega?” she teased, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.
“Please… I need you,” you gasped, your body trembling with desire as you met her gaze. “I need you, Alpha. Please…”
The smug smile that spread across Agatha’s face made your pulse race. She loved seeing you like this, completely at her mercy, begging for her touch. “Good girl,” she praised, her thumb brushing your cheek affectionately before she released your hair. “You’re going to make me very proud tonight.”
Agatha stepped back, her presence still looming over you as she shed her jacket, revealing the crisp lines of her blouse beneath. Every movement was controlled, deliberate, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away as she undid the first few buttons, exposing the pale skin of her collarbone.
“Do you want to please your alpha?” she asked, her voice low and commanding, drawing you back to the task at hand.
“Yes, Alpha,” you whispered, your voice full of reverence as you watched her. You wanted nothing more than to make her happy, to prove that you were a good omega for her.
Agatha’s smirk deepened as she took her seat in the nearby chair, legs crossed casually as she looked down at you. “Then come here, little one. Crawl to me.”
Your heart raced as you dropped to all fours, your body moving without thought as you crawled toward her, the plush carpet soft under your hands and knees. You could feel her eyes on you, watching your every movement with that predatory gleam that made your body tremble.
When you finally reached her, you rested your head against her knee, waiting for her next command, her scent overwhelming your senses.
Agatha’s hand came down to stroke your hair, her touch both possessive and tender. “That’s it, omega,” she cooed softly. “Now, let me take care of you.”
Agatha’s fingers slid gently through your hair, the touch soothing yet igniting something deeper within you. Your skin buzzed under the intensity of her gaze as she surveyed you kneeling before her, utterly obedient and submissive. Her control was absolute, her mere presence making every fiber of your being crave more.
She lifted your chin again, her thumb brushing across your lips, teasing them open. "You're so eager for me, aren’t you?" she whispered, voice dark and laced with promise.
“Yes, Alpha,” you breathed, the need to please her overwhelming any other thought in your mind.
Agatha hummed in approval, her hand caressing down your jaw, her fingertips tracing the pulse at your neck. She could feel how fast your heart was beating, the anticipation electrifying between you. Her touch became firmer as her hand traveled down your chest, fingers brushing the fabric of the robe you wore—her robe—before tugging it open with a deliberate slowness.
The cool air met your heated skin, but it wasn’t the cold that made you shiver. It was Agatha’s smirk, the possessive glint in her eyes as she took in the sight of you, completely exposed and vulnerable before her.
“Such a pretty little omega,” she purred, her hand trailing lower, her nails grazing your stomach. “So perfect for me.” The praise sent warmth flooding through you, your body instinctively arching into her touch, desperate for more.
You whimpered softly, the sound drawing a low chuckle from Agatha. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "Do you know how lucky you are to have an alpha like me? One who knows exactly what you need, even before you ask?"
You nodded, though your thoughts were scattered, your focus consumed entirely by her.
“Good girl.” Her voice was like velvet, dark and thick, wrapping around you like a spell. Agatha sat back, her fingers skimming the edge of your panties before hooking into the waistband and tugging them down. “But I want to hear you beg properly this time.”
A rush of heat pooled between your legs as the cool air kissed your skin. Your eyes fluttered closed, lips parting as you inhaled sharply, trying to steady your breath. “Please, Alpha… I need you so much,” you whimpered, your voice shaking with desperation. “Please touch me.”
Agatha raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening as she leaned back in the chair, casually crossing her legs. Her dominance was effortless, her posture relaxed, though you could feel the raw power radiating from her. She was toying with you, savoring the control she had over you.
“I’ll touch you when I’m ready, little omega,” she replied, her voice dripping with amusement. “I want to see just how far you’ll go to get what you want.”
Your pulse quickened, the need almost unbearable as you squirmed under her gaze. She wasn’t going to make this easy for you; she never did. Agatha loved to push you, to see how much you could handle before you broke and gave in completely.
You leaned forward, your forehead pressing against her thigh as your hands gripped the edge of her chair. “Please, Alpha,” you pleaded, your voice thick with need. “I’ll be so good for you. I promise. Just… please…”
Agatha’s fingers wove back into your hair, tugging it lightly as she forced you to look up at her. Her eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. “Oh, I know you’ll be good,” she murmured, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “You always are. That’s why I love watching you fall apart.”
Without warning, Agatha pulled you closer, her knee slipping between your thighs, pressing lightly against your aching core. The sudden pressure made you gasp, your hips instinctively grinding down as you sought more of her touch.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Agatha teased, gripping your hair tightly to keep you still. “You don’t get to move unless I tell you to.”
You whimpered, the frustration and desire building to a fever pitch as you tried to hold yourself back. Every inch of you ached for her, for her to take you and claim you completely. But Agatha was in control. She always was.
“Good girl,” she praised softly, loosening her grip in your hair as she leaned down to capture your lips in a slow, heated kiss. The taste of her consumed you, her tongue teasing yours as her hand slid between your thighs, finally giving you the touch you so desperately craved.
You moaned into the kiss, your body trembling as her fingers brushed lightly against your slick folds, teasing but not yet giving you the release you needed. “Please, Alpha…” you begged again, your voice muffled against her lips.
Agatha pulled back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched you squirm beneath her touch. “That’s it, little omega,” she whispered, her fingers pressing deeper, making your body arch in response. “Let me hear you beg for me.”
“Please… more, Alpha, please…” you gasped, your body shaking with need as you felt yourself falling deeper into the overwhelming heat of your submission. You were completely at her mercy, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Agatha’s smirk grew darker as she finally gave in, her fingers sliding inside you, her other hand holding you firmly in place. “You’re mine,” she growled softly, her voice sending shivers down your spine as you moaned her name. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”
“Yes Alpha! All yours!” Agatha’s hands finally moved back only to be replaced with her cock, pushing inside you with ease as you both moaned at the feeling. With that, she claimed you fully, pushing you over the edge with her cock, your body trembling as you surrendered completely to your alpha.
Pumping in and out in a fluid motion as you clawed at her back, leaving marks until given permission by her own biting of your neck that you could in fact do the same back as she knotted and came inside of you, painting your walls white with her seed.
“Fuck...you’re going to look so good carrying my pups.”
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b00tyliciousbabe · 7 months ago
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waves
pairing: surfer!bf x THICC!male reader
summary: oh, how i need a tall, curly headed goofball…
notes: HOPE MY LOVELIES ARE DOING WELL. trying to get through my requests, but this was a personal one of mine. slowly but surely y’all! as summer is coming to an end, it was SO necessary for me to feed my hot girl delusions at least a couple more times. also, enjoy the new style i have been experimenting with!
song rec: they. - diamonds and pearls
album rec: sabrina carpenter - short n sweet (my girl sabz ate so hard with this project, i just wish it was released in early aug so she could’ve rly CONQUERED summer 2024) THEE POP PRINCESS!
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brief background:
your boyfriend was raised with a silver spoon; he’d never had to work a day in his life and everything he ever wanted, he got. well, everything except you. throwing money to impress people had worked on all of his other childhood crushes, but not you, which made him all the more determined to prove to you he wasn’t just some fuck boi the media painted him out to be. his family owned the richest resort in the carribean, and had hotels in every mega city worldwide. but wherever they travelled to, your man was never too far from a beach. call it fate, but the sea would always lead you back to him. it was where he first laid eyes on you; reading a very lengthy novel as you laid on the sand, watching your friends play in the water. after their surf practice, your mutual friends introduced the two of you and you were SMITTEN - but you couldn’t show your interest too soon. he too was whipped, and didn’t take nearly as much effort to hide it, practically drooling whilst staring at you. his mates would constantly ridicule him for his dazed expression around you, and he could never hear the end of the new nickname ‘bambi boy’ you gave him because he looked so cute when he was flustered. after weeks of regular conversation and a couple walks on the beach, he officially asked to be your boyfriend and you said yes.
when it came to finally introducing you to his family, they loved you almost as much as he did. he was the youngest of six and so he got the privilege of this. his parents especially were wishing y’all would stay together. they believed you were the perfect match for their goofball of a son.
core memory sfw:
the first time he said ‘i love you’ with TRUE meaning; you were always worried that you were just one fuck away from being forgotten, but your man made sure to constantly affirm his love for you. he brought you the biggest bouquet of your favourite flowers, and stood outside in the pouring rain, playing a mixtape he’d made for you. it was genuinely a scene out of a film, he was your knight in shining armour (a hawaiian shirt and matching shorts) and it was then that you knew that you guys were endgame.
core memory nsfw:
to say your bf loves your body is an understatement. the way he’s hooked on your body, some might say it’s borderline unhealthy. he’s so handy and keeps his hands on your ass all the time. whether it’s a spank, watching it jiggle as you walk away from him, or a full on grip as his pulls you onto his dick, he’s a man that would gladly die between your cheeks. one time during dinner you wore a wrap skirt paired with a tank top, paired with a thong that was peeping out enough to make your man’s eyes pop out of his head like a cartoon character. as his jaw dropped, practically salivating at the sight of your body moving closer to him, you picked it up and giggled, stroking his chin endearingly. for the entire meal he was practically sat right next to you, breathing in your luscious skin. ‘boy, you better calm down, we have company.’ you giggled. ‘fuck bby, how can you say that when you look good enough for me to eat?’ he whispered into your ear, trying not to bring too much attention. before you knew it you were face down, ass up and your thong was pulled to the side, as he used it as a pseudo leash keeping your pussy bouncing on his cock.
your favourite thing about him: his oddball nature.
as much as it can annoy you that he’s always cracking jokes, leaving no room for respite, your bf never fails to bring joy to your life. as the life of the party he’s always bringing that much needed energy to the dull world of his mostly corporate family. whether it be seeing you hollering at some unhinged thing he’d said, or watching him (ironically) fuck the smile onto your lips, you can tell that comedy is who he is, and you wouldn’t change your weirdo for anything.
his favourite thing about you: how artistic you are.
almost impossibly, it makes your boyfriend fall in love with you even more seeing your creativity flourish. you’re always making him jewellery out of the shells and stones you find. he loves to wear them, it gets you going when you see the necklace you made for him swing back and forth as he fucks into you. or when you feel the cold of his rings and bracelet on your waist as he holds you in position to fuck you even harder. he’s so proud of you.
his insta post: mostly just him showing off his good looks (we love a cocky man around here) and his beach flix.
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surfer!bf my face is his favourite seat.
y/n: that big dick is a very close second though.
tinashe replied: @y/n, you a nasty girl fr.
sabrinacarpenter replied: @y/n girl, need you on that bed chem remix. about to do some damage…in a good way x
your insta post: almost always pictures of your creations; you like to keep your relationship with him private, that’s YOUR man, and you can get very possessive.
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y/n feel free to add to your pinterest boards.
surfer!bf: baby you’re so talented 🩵
viviennewestwood: so excited to see your next collection!
surfer!bf: i love you.
y/n replied: @surfer!bf aw, i love you too babes!
plans for the future!
being with one of the greatest surfers in the world, definitely came with some amazing perks.
marriage:
oh, he’s 100% thought about it, and would definitely be the one to propose. the free spirit in him doesn’t need a piece of paper to prove that he loves you, truly. But would totally be your husband if you let him x
children:
your surfer!bf ABSOLUTELY WANTS TO HAVE A FAMILY WITH YOU! sees himself as the best father and y’all would have the cutest kids ever.
tag list:
@gayaristocrat
@multireese
@malereadermaniac
@lysanderplume
@ghostking4m
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satosugusandwich · 1 year ago
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His Angel and His Brat
Part 2
Part 1 here! Part 3!!
Hard!Dom!Geto x brat!Gojo x Sub!Afab!reader
(I write my fics to be racially ambiguous! If anyone catches anything please inbox me!!!!)
Summary: Gojo is a mega-brat to y/n and Suguru and likes to push buttons cuz he can so Suguru decides to overstimulate Gojo until he thinks he’s broken. (Key word: thinks.) To add to Gojo’s humiliation, he ensures that the reader is getting princess treatment while watching Gojo suffer endlessly. But, of course, things don’t always go as planned with Satoru Gojo. Or for y/n. Geto and Gojo have… motives.
CW and whatnots: Overstimulation, facesitting, vibrators, dildoes, condescending!geto, usage of the word “cock”, gojo’s boundless stamina and cocky attitude, praise, cocksucking, angel ass reader that ends up in trouble cuz gojo can’t shut his mouth, geto is actually so mean to gojo but so soft cuz he’s actually a teddy bear dw. Use of “brat, princess, angel, cockslut, and slut.” There will be aftercare in future parts cuz imagine leaving pathetic satoru a cum drenched mess. Poor baby. :(((
More tags will be added. Part 3 will be the last part.
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Satoru did not waste any time eating like a starving man. His eyes were peeled as he watched how Suguru stood up on the bed, pulling your chin to face his pretty cock. Already, Satoru was thinking of how when he cums, if you don’t catch it in your mouth, it’ll definitely fall onto your pretty tits and stomach and of course onto his own face. Suguru paid no mind to the man underneath your cunt, instead, admiring how excitedly you took his cock into your mouth.
Suguru was thinking in this moment how he truly hit the damn jackpot. A pretty obedient thing that he can be nice and soft with, gently caressing and guiding as you sucked him in versus his needy and impatient brat that he can get as rough as he wants with. Suguru has to admit, it’s not in his nature to be so mean, he’s such a kind empathetic man, but perhaps the curses in his body take over when it comes to Satoru. Right now he can’t help but think of all the ways he could press Satoru.
He could edge him instead and leave him unsatisfied until his brain goes numb. Or maybe just leave him there, not giving him the orgasm he so desperately craves.
Overstimulating him has been fun, Satoru being so greedy has really made his punishment so enjoyable. His sensitivity is addictive, perhaps he could use that against him. Shame that Satoru has such a high pain tolerance, he’s limited to overwhelming him with pleasure.
Or a different type of pain. Would his ego be bruised too much if he worked to humiliate Satoru further? How would he respond to degradation? Knowing Satoru, if you call him a slut, he’d only work to embrace the newfound identity.
Difficult brat indeed. Perhaps the best way to punish him would be to ignore him… yes, that’s what Suguru would do. He’d use the other male’s greedy and needy nature against him.
“That’s right pretty girl.” Suguru mused, resting his hands on your head. “Finally seems as though my cock can fill your pretty throat completely. You’ve done well to learn how to take me right.” His praise is warm and flowing down to your core. “Want me to move your head or do you want to do it?” He coos.
You shake your head and move on your own, bobbing back and forth on his pretty cock. His mouth parts as you suck him so well, knowing Suguru’s favorite rhythm by heart. Meanwhile, beneath you, Satoru is slurping along, wanting to find out how he can distract you from focusing on pleasing Suguru.
Unbeknownst to either of you, Satoru had an idea from the moment he saw how you watched him receive his punishment… you seemed rather invested, much more than usual.
So, wanting to peeve Suguru to enact his plan, he whined. Very loudly.
“Clearly you need to suffocate him, y/n.” Suguru huffed.
You hesitated in putting more weight on him, but at the same time, what would be worse? Denying Satoru of being able to breathe or potentially invoking a punishment from Suguru? You decided the latter. Satoru couldn’t really be upset, it just gave him a bigger challenge!
You ground your cunt further onto Satoru, making sure his nose wasn’t entirely covered, but that his mouth couldn’t make a peep.
Suguru closed his eyes for a brief moment and now… Satoru just pinched his calf.
“Satoru!” Suguru pulled his cock from your mouth only to shove it back in, the suddenness making you gag. Suguru’s eyes snapped down to see the man beneath you shaking with laughter while the sound remained muffled into your cunt. The vibrations from Satoru’s chuckle made you tremble.
Satoru and Suguru’s eyes remained locked as Satoru made a pinching motion with his fingers. Suguru stepped on Satoru’s wrist, making you pull your mouth off his cock as he changed positions. Satoru only laughed more and used his other hand to slap your ass once, your body jumping from the unexpected impact.
“Ow!” You exclaimed, now hovering above Satoru’s mouth, giving him the ability to speak clearly.
“Thought I’d punish her since you didn’t after I whined!” Cheeky bastard. And poor you. Why’d you get stuck with these two men?
“We really need to stuff your mouth shut, don’t we Satoru? Need you bound entirely too. Never thought you’d put our princess in this position.”
It’s Suguru’s fault too!!!!! He should’ve just let it go in the first place!!!!!!!
“Our princess never gets punished, she’s too sweet, don’t you think that’s unfair? She gets away with everything! Don’t you remember last time you said you’d punish her if she came without permission? Well, she came and you didn’t even do nothing!” Satoru yapped on and on. “All she has to do is make a cute face and say sorry baby, wah wah!” He mocked you, looking at your face. “Suguru, you punish me all you like but you don’t punish the one who really needs it…” Satoru’s voice lowered.
Suguru briefly looked to you, eyes watching your reaction. “What’s he talking about, y/n?”
“He’s lying, of course!” You huffed. “I don’t disobey you when we fuck. Don’t try to get our positions switched, Satoru!” You were tempted to sit back down on his mouth but at the same time… you wondered what’s gonna happen.
“As much as I want to believe you,” Suguru dropped to his knees on the bed, releasing Satoru’s wrist and getting eye level with you, “me and you and you especially know just how much Satoru loves to be punished. Why go through this effort to try and avoid his favorite thing?” Suguru now held your chin, running his thumb back and forth. “Continue, Satoru.” He didn’t even look at Satoru whatsoever, wanting to see every tiny reaction from you as your other partner spoke.
“A pretty angel like her can’t help but avoid disobeying, that’s obvious, but have you ever considered that she wants a taste of your punishments?” Satoru raised his hand up to toy with your clit, rubbing it in slow, soft circles. “You should feel how wet she is from watching me cum over and over under your iron-clad heel, our angel here likes to pretend she’s all about being a good girl, but she’s desperate to act out and piss you off.” Satoru’s mouth continued to run and your eyes stayed fixed on Suguru, too afraid to look away. “You really should’ve felt her pussy while you had my tight little ass stuffed, it’s a miracle she didn’t cum from watching!”
A smile ghosted across Suguru’s face. “Are you sure she’s not a bit of a sadist too and just enjoys seeing you suffer?” His hand was traveling down your figure, going to feel your wetness as it hovers above Satoru’s face. “What do you think, angel? Do you want to get punished? Just for fun?”
When Suguru’s question processed through your head, you felt his fingers dip inside your cunt, finally you after clenching around nothing for so long.
Satoru sped up the circles around your clit. “Come on, speak, angel. Or is this your way of guaranteeing a punishment?”
You couldn’t help but smile at his comment, feeling your cheeks flush.
Suguru’s eyes opened wider and he cocked his head. “You like that idea, huh?”
“She does!”
Sometimes you forget these two are notorious for their attitudes when they’re together. You’re too used to seeing the softer side of them.
“Come on princess,” Suguru urged you.
“Tell him, baby.” Satoru followed.
“I—“ you were really embarrassed, the most certainly are cornering you. “You two are mean.”
“If we’re so mean, why are you smiling, you like it don’t you?” Satoru pushes every button he can find when it’s presented to him.
“I don’t think that was the question, sweetheart.” Suguru’s fingers pulled out of your dripping pussy and he raised them to his lips. “Do you want me to punish you? Give you a taste of what Satoru has to deal with?” He sucked your wetness off his fingers, delighting in how you shyly averted your eyes away at the sight.
“If you go easy on me.” You answered.
“Safeword?”
“Uh, sunglasses for chill out for a sec, bangs for completely stop.”
“That’s our girl.” Satoru chuckles. “So Suguru…what do you have in mind for our princess?” He blows cool air onto your clit to make you jump.
Suguru lifts you off of Satoru quickly and lays you on your back. “If she was so aroused by watching you cum until you collapsed onto me then why not do the same?”
Your eyes widen at the proposition, thinking if you can take as much as Satoru did. You’ve been overstimulated before but have ever been at it for more than a few minutes? Satoru did 30+… could you even handle 10 after the first orgasm? How many times did he cum? Like 5? Could your body take that? Well actually, he’d definitely make you do more, people with dicks have a much more sensitive refractory period… what if they double it and take you to 10?
Suguru licked his lips, growing harder at the fear in your eyes. “Oh don’t worry baby, I’m gonna make it easier on you, I won’t have you crouch like I did Satoru, can’t have your knees feeling sore and numb.” Shit, you’d rather go numb and sore than take whatever Suguru has in mind.
“How are you gonna do it?” Swallowing a lump in your throat, you realize you haven’t been this nervous since you first fucked them. You even want to cover your chest and squeeze your legs together the way they’re both looking at you.
Gojo looks absolutely enthralled in your torture, eagerly awaiting the start. “I think we should focus on your clit and if we’re feeling merciful—“
“Hush Satoru. Your mouth still needs to be stuffed shut. Our angel wants my punishment. Not yours.” Suguru glares at him while raising your wrists to be above your head. Turning his attention back to you, he briefly licks at your clit to get a taste of you and taking in the remnants of Satoru’s spit into his mouth. “Despite Satoru’s unwavering blabbering,” he raises his eyes from your weeping cunt to your face, “I think we should focus on your pretty clit. I would love to watch your cunt beg to have something inside it, so I think we’ll wait to stuff you later.”
You nod. “Yes sir.”
His attention shifts back to a pouting Satoru. “Aw, jealous again?”
“No.”
“If I recall, earlier you said something about wanting to have your cock in her mouth, right?” Suguru slapped your cunt, a cry escaping you accompanied by a sadistic chuckle. “Well, personally, since she can’t stuff your mouth any more to keep you quiet, how about I stuff that throat of yours instead?”
If Satoru was a cat, it’d be like his ears just perked up. He gives a cheeky smile and leans up. “As long as my mouth is occupied, then I’d be forever grateful.”
Suguru smiles. “There’s my good boy, I knew he was in there somewhere.”
You and Satoru sit together, awaiting your dom’s next moves, both eager and one of you a little scared. Suguru crouches down by the bed and you hear rummaging from your toy box, then when he pops back up, your heart rate is already increasing. He holds a hitachi in one hand and a sizable dildo in the other.
Satoru looks extra excited. “You’re really gonna bring out the dildo too? Thought you weren’t gonna stuff her up? Is it to tempt her with what she wants?”
Suguru’s grin remains intact as he settles back down on his knees in between your legs. He cocks two fingers at Satoru to call him over and the other male begins to crawl across the bed. When he leans down to try and take Suguru’s cock in his mouth, he yanked by the hair and left with his mouth open.
“Eager per usual. But when did I say that I was gonna use my cock to stuff your mouth? No, you cockslut, this dildo is your gag for the time being.” His word are biting and harsh. “I wanna focus on our angel for now. If you can suck that cock for the duration of her punishment then maybe I’ll let you lick my cum off her pretty pussy? After all she cleaned up for you didn’t she?”
Fuck, he’s so fucking cruel.
Satoru is hard again anyways.
Now, for you, Suguru flips the toy on and presses it to your swollen, aching clit, having been passed from mouth to mouth, it’s like you’ve been toyed with for hours. Suguru knows this and he knows Satoru just as well. He anticipated Satoru wanting to see you get put in your place just as much as he anticipated you asking for it.
Now it comes down to what he said earlier. Treat the angel, ignore the brat.
He smiles sweetly, the sound of Satoru lapping at the plastic cock unimportant as your legs shake.“Remember princess, you asked for this.”
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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 11 days ago
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Give Me The Blame
Chapter Three
Summary- 1.5k Alpha Curtis Everett x Omega Reader. When your heat takes over, you fight against yourself to use the Alpha who captured you.
Warnings- Reader fighting against her instincts, sex, p in v, knotting. This is an 18+ Only Blog.
A/N- Thank you so much everyone for liking, commenting and sharing this guilty pleasure series of mine.
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Aching, you were aching all over. Deep inside of you your body craved fullness, pounding into you. 
Stop
You felt heavy, aching with the need to be touched. This was so much worse than when you normally go through this. Your clothes were suffocating you, making you pull at them till you started shedding them off, dropping them across the room as you stalked around. 
The Alpha was driving you crazy, his very presence making your thoughts fade to the most base instinct. 
Fuck. 
That's exactly what you needed to do, climb up that dark Alpha and fuck yourself on his- 
STOP. 
“I don't want this.” You growled out in pain, your body revolting against you, the pain sharp now making it hard to even breath. 
Arms caught you from collapsing, his large hand wrapped around your throat while pressing your back against his chest. His cock was pressing against your ass and against your better judgment, you pressed back into him, your eyes rolling at the feeling of his thick hardness pressing against you. “You don't sound so sure about that Omega.” 
I do I do I do. 
His scent was a drug and you twisted around to get closer, bury your face into his neck, and drown yourself in it. You climbed up him, latching your teeth onto the thickness of his shoulder, and wrapped your legs around him, rubbing yourself against him. 
“Say it Omega.” He snarled, his hand fisted into your hair, yanking your head back from his neck where you were licking over his neck, needing him to fill your senses. 
You snarled in his face, trying to wrench your head free of his grasp. No “I don’t want this.” You whimpered as your body burned at your denial, your will slowly breaking. 
His eyes were ice-cold chips glistening in the dark, his teeth baring together as his nostrils flared at your scent that was giving you away. “I will leave you in the nest then, alone.” He moved like he was going to untangle himself and you tightened yourself around him with a warning snarl, daring him to try and leave you. 
Yes, I need this.
“Knot. Me. Alpha.” 
He broke your hold and dropped you into the nest. Moving into the nest behind you, he easily lifted you to where he wanted you to lay and shifted your thighs apart to bury his face into your cunt with a hungry growl. Your thighs spread wider for his head and shoulders, arching under him to offer your aching cunt to his tongue. Inside your resolve crumbled with every sound you made in response to him. Every dominating lap through your folds made him grunt, your slick coating him while your hips arched to rub against his face. “Fuck ‘mega.” He lifted enough to swipe his tongue along the glistening of his bottom lip. “This cunt could be an addiction that I’m willing to fall for.” 
You gasped as you knew his words should make you feel shame, but pride in the Alpha worshipping your body made you crave more, lifting your hips back up for him to claim once more. His rough beard sent you spiraling, grasping at the blankets and running your hands down your body till you could claw at his scalp, pushing him in closer. 
He bit you, sucking your clit harshly while it swelled before pulling off to lick your slick from your clenching hole. 
It was driving you mad, so much and not nearly enough. “I need it! Need you to fuck me.” A sharp desire was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, usually your heats were managed easily enough with drugs and toys, but this… you felt you were going to lose every shred of sanity you had if he didn’t knot you.
Curtis lifted his face from your core, fingers swiftly filling you with a rapid pace, a curl of his fingers pressing into a spot that made you wither in the nest. “Say my name Omega, you know what it is.” 
Angry pinpointed eyes stared up at him as he fingered you, your lips curling up in utter annoyance at him “Fuck. Me. Now. Curtis.” 
It was all it took. Ripping his fingers from your cunt and shoving them in your mouth, your eyes rolled back at the taste of you and with a harsh thrust that made you give a muffled squeal, Curtis started fucking you into the nest, his wet hand pining you back by your throat and lifting a thigh high against his side so he could go deeper. 
Your cunt spasmed around him, burning from how thick his cock was and you couldn't look away from where it went into your body, filling you over and over. This wasn’t like the toys you experimented with, he was completely dominating in the way he took you and part of it scared you while you scrambled for more of him. “Knew you would be perfect.” He smirked at you as you glanced up at him dazed. His tongue traveled along your neck and he dropped his chest against you, crushing you under him, just having to take him. 
It satisfied some deep need in you, the room filling with the sounds of how wet you were as his cock pounded into you and the heated scent of sex. 
You came, hard, crying his name, his panting groans right at your ear. “They would have torn you apart ‘mega, the way you sound.” He nuzzled against your neck, inhaling deeply, going slow now, deep drags of his cock because you were so sensitive. 
So this is what fucking an alpha is like. Your hazed mind thrummed with desire and pleasure, your body feeling like it was coming alive in the most feral way. You arched to meet him with every push into you, feeling how thick he was, splitting you open in a way you had never been before, every sensitive spot you had never experienced before sending pleasure shooting through your nerves until you needed more. 
Faster, harder, deeper. 
You pushed at the massive Alpha above you, till he let you sit straddled on him and digging your nails into his muscled pecs, starting to pound yourself on his cock. He grabbed your hips when you needed the help, slamming himself up into you. “Keep going ‘Mega, I’m gonna keep this cunt full of me.”
He met you with the same force, roaring out when your cunt squeezed around him and he filled you with heavy spurts of cum filling you. His knot locked you against him and you felt the need to start humming in satisfaction. Your eyes were closed so you didn't see how Curtis looked at you like you were everything he had been looking for his whole life. 
But the frenzy still wasn’t gone, you groaned as you kept jerking on him till he twisted you till you were pressed under him, his body heavy over yours to keep you pinned in place. 
“Easy you little vicious beast.” A loud purr escaped him, breaking through the haze of the heat to make you blink up at him, His fingers buried into your hair to hold you still while he ran his tongue along your neck, nipping gently to make you listen to him till you went still. 
“Get some rest” He rumbled as his hold gentled, almost like he was petting you. You felt limp under him, your body heavy as you gave slow blinks. 
“Curtis?” Your voice took on a nervous tone, like you were unsure of what had happened, a small sob escaping you as tears gathered in your eyes.  
“Ssh.” He rumbled between loud vibrating purrs. “I got you.” A calloused hand cupped your face, wiping at the tears brimming your eyes. His eyes softened as he scanned your face, dropping his forehead against yours. 
Once you finally settled down, burying yourself in against him, he frowned. 
Was this the first time you let an alpha get you through your heat? How had you been allowed this freedom for so long? It made fear rise up, his alpha side bristling and ready to fight to hold onto you because letting you go out into the train as an unbonded omega meant you were in constant danger, especially after he was with you.
There were ways that he could alleviate that danger, in a small sense, Curtis really couldn’t let you go yet. Not with the way the train's conditions were. Omegas were disappearing faster than before. 
Of course, you would fight him every step of the way, he could see your violent little self squaring off with him. It almost made him smirk at you ready to battle him, loved seeing an omega with backbone. 
This wasn’t the plan though, not for him. For everyone’s sake, he should pass you into another's care for your safety, any number of other alpha’s following him would make sure you were safe while he continued with securing the train. 
But he allowed so few things and you fit so good in his arms. Claiming his nest as your own. His massive body curled around you protectively while you buried in closer.
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holographic-mars · 3 months ago
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Ok, so back to that headcanon someone had of the Cardbots sleeping in a sleep pile. I know that Black Hook would be sleeping near his crew, but where would Heavy Iron be in the pile? I know he isn't the friendliest cardbot, but I'm sure he misses the company of fellow Cardbots after being in space for so long.
HEHEHEHEHJ THAT WAS MY HC !! :))
I love the idea of platonic naptime cuddle pile amongst teammates to strengthen bonds and conserve warmth (monkey-core. Cat-core. Meekrat-core?)
Heavy iron was the hardest bot to convince to stop trying to be all tough and edgy and come to bed with the rest of them. It was a very VERY slow process that started with each cardbot hanging out with him to establish a relationship, inviting him to wash with them, and just all together softening the big guy up to the idea of being part of their little (big) family.
Eventually he cannot resist the longing pang in his chest that begged him to bond with his new team. Cardbots, much like humans, are social creatures—even the most solitary bots have one or two close companions—and Heavy Iron was no exception.
Black Hook, much to Heavy Irons dismay, could read him like an open book. The second the bigger bot started itching for closeness with the team Black Hook was on him like a dog. This naturally pissed Heavy Iron off since their petty rivalry still holds strong even after the eighteen wheeler got sealed, so he can’t help but to deny and resist the prodding and shoving from the other bot.
This doesn’t last long. Black Hook is quite strong by himself, but with the added strength of Mega Trucker and obnoxious poking of Shadow X, he was forced to collapse onto the padding laid out on the floor and resign himself to the not-at-all-comforting pressure of his teammates.
Heavy Iron, being the biggest and the warmest, always ended up on the bottom of the pile. More often than not he had to deal with the irritatingly clingy Black Hook and his equally irritating partners Buffalo Crush and Buster Gallon. Thankfully they tended to stay cuddled to Black Hook’s side.
Shadow X is like a cat. He curls up on the warmest part of Heavy Iron and will not move no matter how many times he’s thrown off of the larger bot. He usually ends up splayed across his chest or wedged uncomfortably under his chin.
Blue Cop will switch who he sleeps next to depending on how he’s feeling, most nights he tends to take place curled up next to Mega Trucker or Wild Guardy, but when it gets colder he shuffles his way under Heavy Iron’s arm to sap up some of the heat.
The colder it is the more dense the pile is. On cold winter nights, Heavy Iron will find himself under an uncomfortable number of cardbots. He doesn’t complain, though. Not until morning at least.
ANYWAYS HSHDNG I HOPE YOU LIKE EHEE :)) I love subjecting the old man to love and affection from his new family . Loserrrr get lovedddd
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voidmetal-alloy · 4 months ago
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I’m finally actually finishing up the outlines for my au so I can start making proper lore posts soon (and hopefully actually start drawing the comic but my life has gotten pretty busy lately so I’ll have to wait and see on that) and I’m so happy with I genuinely don’t even know where to start
There’s a lot of differences in the way robots and robot masters are created and how they exist in society that I def wanna make an in depth post about at some point (I was thinking of possibly doing like a ‘how it’s made’ style comic about how robots are built lol) but I also have a lot of backstory stuff I want to explain a bit of
This is very rambly and I hope I can actually post some of the stuff I’ve written down soon but I like to have a visual thing to go with my explanations
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yume-writes · 1 month ago
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Hey, so I have just read your Blue Cop gets kidnapped by MECH scenery again and saw the part you mention that he screams his friend's name. And my brain somehow thinks about the order of how he'd scream the name of his friends. Like we know he gets along with Jun and OP(I'm not sure about him, he probably could be the last one too) the most so he probably calls their name first. Then, follow up will be the rest of his friends, but this time will be randomly, so whoever comes up in his brain, he will probably call them.
Now to the main part, imagine he left Heavy Iron, Black Hook and especially Flame Nova the last. And the reason he calls out their name is when he was so desperate and was SO near breaking he has to scream the name of literally two criminals that kill most of his colleagues back in Machina and his former mentor who he can't even look in the face currently. Like the three are the strongest Jun has so he probably delulu that one of them will find him and him out of this damn place.
Another thing I just came up with while writing this. Imagine one of Blue Cop's friends comes to save him and coincidentally hears him scream their name lol- if Blue Cop cannot sleep because of the trauma experience, then others will not sleep because Blue Cop's scream haunts their dreams:))))
I lowkey wanna see Black Hook, Heavy Iron and especially Flame Nova reaction when they hear Blue Cop scream their name and being haunted by that.
(I feel like a pervert when writing this tbh, lol-)
MCB x TFP crossover
I feel like I should make a list of how many times we abuse Blue Cop, we've been doing that a lot
Blue Cop screaming out his friends names, knowing it's useless (they aren't anywhere near him, they don't know where he is) but just begging hoping for someone to save him. He gets so desperate that he calls, screams, out for anyone to save him
He mostly calls out the cardbots names first, Mega Trucker, Mega Ambler, etc. Then he calls out the names of the humans, he knows they wouldn't be able to do anything against MECH but still. He finally calls out for Black Hook, Heavy Iron and his old mentor, Flame Nova. He never thought he would be begging for Flame Nova to save him but here he is. He screams himself raw until most of his voice is static
I feel like Black Hook, Heavy Iron, and Flame Nova would stop for just a moment (extremely small moment) to process the fact Blue Cop is calling for them. Confusion and shock would be their first reactions, mostly Black Hook and Heavy Iron. Flame Nova gets reminded of his past, he remembers times when Blue Cop would call out for help. It shakes all of them to their cores
When Blue Cop is finally brought back to base, those three keep a close optic on him. The knowledge that he screamed out their names must mean that whatever he went through was hell. Flame Nova would take more interest in Blue Cop, gaining some of his old mentor habits. Just because he's a traitor to Machina doesn't mean he doesn't care for Blue Cop any more
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theblueflower05 · 2 years ago
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Yawnyewla(Broken Heartedness) | Part Two
A/N: It has been a crazy month or so, real life has brutalized me. Sorry you guys are getting this chapter later than planned Avatar + the Omegaverse has been my comfort lately. @cinetrix you have been especially supportive and I lova ya bby. Thank you for making me some Mega Neteyam to keep my writing brain on! The art below is made by her and omg right?
Word Count: 10k+
Warnings: Alien sex. Alien Genitalia. Oral sex(female and male receiving), Fingering(female and male receiving) Cursing. Angst(it’s me, duh) and mild talks about past grooming. Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics.
Summary: You’re the Metkayinan Olo’eykete in training, but sometimes even you buckle under the crippling pressure. Will Neteyam be there to comfort you?
Omega Neteyam x Female Alpha Reader
Series Masterlist
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Part Three>
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You only ever touch me in the dark,
Only when we’re drinking can you see my spark.
And only in the evening would you give yourself to me,
Cause the night is your woman and she’ll set you free
-Lies, Marina and the Diamonds
Your life had always been ruled by carefully crafted routine. Early mornings as the sun rose on the glittering sea, and late nights after most were tucked away.
Being the eldest daughter in any family came with its own list of responsibilities. But for you, the eldest of the reigning Olo’eyktan and Tsahik who also happened to be an Alpha, it seemed like you had been born with duty running through your bloodstream. Burdened with glorious purpose.
It had been clear from an early age just what was expected of you. A life, lived for your people, was your destiny.
And at most times that was okay.
You were happy to serve, it was in your nature to care for others. Good Alpha’s, your mother had taught you, are not ruled by ego. Or violence. Strength comes from within, is a honed skill like fishing or net weaving. Strength is taking care of your family. Helping the elderly and the young. Making sure everyone has a full belly before they lie their head down for bed.
You we're a good Alpha, or at least you tried to be. You knew you could be if you tried. If you could just be calm for long enough to focus.
Ronal liked to say that you were more like the ocean than anyone she had ever met. She had birthed the sea incarnate- with its strong crashing, never faulting, waves. It’s vastness. It’s life-giving vitality.
And its wild nature.
There was something unsettled about you. Deep down, you would never be still. There was a need to learn. Explore. To fight and scream and run. An untamed side of you that Ronal and Tonowari had watched with equal parts amusement and hesitancy during your childhood.
From a young age you’d jumped from the highest cliffs. Sailed out past the reef. Engaged in fights with warriors twice your size, Limping away from tussles with a crimson tinged grin and your big blue eyes sparkling.
The older you get, the more you try to temper it. You desperately attempt to shove it somewhere hidden and out of sight. You can't be what anyone wants you to be with all of this restlessness inside of you. You can't support your father's throne or keep your people healthy-
There’s no room for it. For you, at your core. In your soul.
No one wants a wild woman.
You’d heard it before, it had left a bitter taste in your mouth and a stain on your heart.
In your younger years you were a bit of a trouble maker, but you’d like to think you'd reformed. If only a little bit. It’s not like you truly had the time to get into messes anyway.
Especially not at this time of year.
Though it’s sacred, a time for joy and festivity, it’s exhausting. To say the least. With the Iknimaya ceremony and The Return of the Tulkun looming in the very near future, the village of Awa’atlu was a buzz.
There’s preparations to be made. And endless list of duties to fulfill-
And yet, this migration cycle, you lag.
Usually, you run around like an austrapede(chichen like creature) with its head cut off. Heading to your parents every word. Not getting a moment to truly breathe, your sole focus on making sure that the ceremonies went smoothly-
Something else entirely has your attention. A certain golden eyed man that had bewitched you completely.
You thought you had known infatuation before Neteyeam.
You've certainly had crushes before.
There had been others who caught your eye, definitely.
But this? You’d never felt anything close to this. You think about him when you awake in the morning and before you fall asleep. When you’re not with him, you're aching for the moment that you can find time to slip away and get your hands back on his hard, muscle corded body. Your mind constantly assaults you with images of him. His broad shoulders and long braids. His mouth, swollen and puffy. His deep moans as you bring him over the edge-
“Look at you” Your good friend, Akime, grunts through a laugh. Breaking you from your reverie.
You’d been sat with a group, working on repairing weapons for the Great Hunt that would ensue after the Iknimaya trials.
But Neteyam had walked by with his father.
Doing something mundane, toting heavy woven baskets to the big main Mauri for dinner. His arm muscles bulging in a way that had you greedily tracing his form. He’d only given you a small nod in acknowledgement as he passed. An even smaller smile.
“Shut your mouth-and focus on your whittling. I pity the poor soul who ends up with that lopsided spear” you retort with a roll of your eyes.
You're not embarrassed about being caught ogling. You knew you weren't the only one. The Omiticayan transplant was one of the most gorgeous Omega’s that had ever stepped foot on the islands. Everyone was a bit dazed.
“He’s very pretty, I'll give you that. But he’s so stand offish- I could never see you with a mate like that, yawne(beloved)” Akemi was your closest confidant outside of your family.
A Beta who stood much taller than you and had the brawn of two men but was the kindest Na’vi you’d ever met. A gentle giant so to speak. He wore his dark hair pulled into a loose bun at the nape of his neck most days and black ink tattoo’s swirled around most of his body. A decorated warrior and hunter with the tattoos to prove it.
Everyone had assumed the two of you would mate, until he met his husband. Another Beta Male from one of the smaller islands. The two had all but raised Akemi’s cousin, Roxto, after the abrupt and tragic passing of the younger boy's parents.
“He’s really not,” you sigh, shaking your head as you sharpen the blades.
“Oh? I don't think I've ever heard him speak more than a few words at a time. And he always has that look on his face- like he swallowed a Wonwon fruit(lemon like fruit)”
Neteyam has many skills, you’d learned as you’d spent endless hours training him. Being a social butterfly is surely not one of them. He clams up around big groups, gets nervous and awkward. You find it endearing, even though you know the Omega is really hard on himself for it. He’s actually really funny and easy to talk to when you get to know him.
“He’s shy, be nice” you chide your friend easily. “There is nothing wrong with him not wanting to gab all day with any and everyone”
“Hah! I guess your loud skxawng ass can talk for the both of you. You never shut up” Akemi dodges the small shell you throw at him “But really, he’s so different then what you usually go for-” Akemi goes on and if it was anyone else you’d shove them off. Tell them to mind their own business.
Neteyam had made it clear that he wanted to keep what the two of you had under wraps, at least for now. And even though that wasn't what you particularly wanted, you respected his wishes.
“And what is it I usually go for, pray tell?” your brow bone rises, confrontational and curious.
“People just as annoying as you” Akemi dead pans and you can’t help but snort “You like Na’vi who challenge you. Who are just as bold and loud and daring. Is he not too…soft for you, my friend?”
In the past you had been attracted to men and women who matched the spark in you. And it had always ended in misery. In yelling and fighting and you questioning if you're meant to be alone because in partnerships you seem to always chase away the other.
But with Neteyam it’s different. He isn't a challenge, he doesn't want to knock you down a peg or make you change…he only wants to be your equal.
“Just because he’s quiet doesn't mean he’s soft” you defend the Omega like he’s your own, because that’s all you want. You want to wear his bite “He’s actually the fiercest warrior I’ve ever trained. His skillset is unmatched. I mean, I can keep up with him. But just barely”
Akemi chews this over. Continuing to carve at the spear in his hands “It sounds like he’s impressed you” and that's not an easy feat. You both know. “I'm excited to see his performance for the Iknimaya”
You are too. You can't wait to watch Neteyam shine.
The ocean had not been his chosen terrain, but oh. How beautiful it had been to watch him master it. He rode Tsurak like he had been doing so for years. Uses the crossbow like it had been made just for him.
You liked your partner's competent, and Neteyam checked every. Single. Box.
“If he has you caught in his net, why don't you announce your courtship?” Akemi questions because he knows he can. That he’s your best friend and that you and those walls and that strong strong heart can be open with him.
You hesitate. Chew on your lip for a moment.
“He’s not ready for anyone to know yet” the words are hard. You get it. Neteyam’s not a fledged “adult” member of the Metkayina yet. But many court before their rites, before mating.
“Y/N…”Akemi sighs and it makes your hackles rise.
“It’s fine. It makes sense. He’ll come around after his Iknimaya- that’s the only reason why” you insist to your friend. To yourself.
Akemi purses his lips before he speaks. Choosing his words wisely “I hope that is the case, I truly do. But…you’re my closest friend. I only want your happiness, and investing your feelings into someone who doesn't reciprocate isn't the smartest move, yawne. I just don't want to see you fall into any old patterns”
He doesn't want to watch you pledge your love to another man who's going to stomp all over your feelings. It’d been devastating to bare witness to last time.
You don't like to speak of it. Try not to even think of it. But it doesn’t take from the fact that it had happened.
“I will be fine” You insist, a smile plastered on your face, fake as can be “I’d like to think i’m not that stupid anymore”
Akemi’s nostrils flare “You we’re never stupid, you were young. And vulnerable. You know that right-”
“Please” you interrupt him, head shaking firmly “I don't want to get into this now” or ever.
Most people know not to push you.
That you’d fight back tooth and nail when you feel threatened- but much like your family. Akemi isn't scared of your claws and slick mouth. He’s very much going to push the issue- but is interrupted before he can.
It’s Ao’nung and Roxto, coming down the beach.
Rough housing, tails bumping each other. Even if he hadn't been Akemi’s kin, Roxto would be your favorite of your little brothers friends. He kept Ao’nung in check.
“Y/N!” your brother calls as he approaches- “Sempul wanted you. Says he needs you to help with the Mauri renovations or something.”
He plops down beside you, all the way in your personal space, and you give him a look. Overgrown man-child. Whatever was he going to do when mother had the new baby and he wasn't the youngest anymore?
Roxto stays standing, greeting you politely like the good boy he was. Akemi had done wonders raising him. He turns to his cousin and speaks about plans for dinner for their grandmother.
“When?” you question. You really had hoped you’d be left out of that project, you weren't much of an architect and painting and plastering all day was b o r i n g beyond compare.
“This afternoon” Ao’nung continues.
“But I’m training Neteyam later” you push, your stomach dropping at the thought of not getting to spend your usual time with the Omega. It seems like these days the trainings were few and far between- and after his Iknimaya, he wouldn't need them at all.
“Not today. Tsireya’s gonna have all of ‘em, free diving practice I think” Ao’nung continues, as he reaches for your canteen. Taking big sloppy drink.
“But-”
“Fathers orders, not mine” Ao’ shrugs and you know that he’d had no part in the decision making. Was only an unfortunate messenger.
Still. You snatch your leather canteen with a hiss, standing up. “That's mine, you little freeloader. I hope you’re going to be helping Tsireya with her lessons, your still on thin ice from the Lo’ak incident”
“I am going to help!”
“Good, you better be nice to them” you warn as you gather your belongings and prepare for an afternoon of helping out with Mauris instead of with your sweet Neteyam. Your mood soured greatly.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ve been nice lately, have I not? Roxto, haven't I been nice?” Aonung turns to his friend who does nod.
“As nice as Aonung can be, yeah” Roxto agrees and Neteyam punches his shoulder playfully, insisting that he had been a damn saint.
“Uhuh. Keep it up. Tsireya will tell me if you so much as whisper one sideways remark. You boys have a good rest of your afternoon” You give Ao’nung a pointed stare, ruffle Roxto’s hair, and pat at Akemi’s shoulder as you depart.
“We’ll continue our conversation later, Y/N!” Akemi warns, your back already turned.
You just wave at him without turning back- happy to have escaped the trauma laden conversation.
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You end up crawling into your bed that night, dead tired. You don't even burrow under your bed mat- instead you lie atop the covers. You have splinters under your nails from the hay like palm that was used to construct the pods. The afternoon had been long and boring, just as you’d known it would be.
But the worst part is that you hadn't gotten the chance to see Neteyam. To taste his saccharine kisses. As you stare at your beamed ceiling you think of only him.
When you fall asleep his face is behind your eyelids.
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After days and days of activity that had seemed to keep the two of you apart, you’re ready to snap. Antsy and eager and needy for just a moment of Neteyam’s time.
The Omega doesn’t seek you out- he just gives you those tiny little smiles and private glances across the fires during communal dinner. It drives you mad, your fingers itch to run through his hair. Your lips want to rerun that familiar path down his chest-
You know he has to miss you as much as you miss him…right?
You don't allow those seeds of doubt to plant. Instead, your brain, desperate for the chemical rush that came with being around Neteyam, begins to plot on how you’d get to see him next.
As you go through the motions of your day, there’s only one thing on your mind and that is the fact that you need to see the Omega.
You have to ask around to figure out where the eldest Sully sibling is- he’s helping out in the orchards. His expertise tree climbing skills of great use.
Hidden in the shadows of the tropical trees, you wait. Lurking like a predator. You feel like a puluakan stalking her prey as you watch Neteyam from a far. He’s helpful and polite, his usual quiet self as he works with the other Metkayina to harvest the ripe fruits and vegetables.
While everyone else starts to head back- he stays. Neteyam insists that can get the ones from the tallest trees on his own. He’s happy to be useful.
Perfect.
You’re a hunter, tried and true. The only place in life where you could hone in on your thin patience, be quiet. Take your time. You move quick and silent, closer to your target. Your heart flutters fast, visibly beating in your throat and your kuru tingling with excitement.
When he’s nearly within arm's reach, right there, you’re prepared to pounce-
-Of course, he pounces first.
A brutal flash of clashing blue as the two of you collide.
It takes all of your strength, years of training, but somehow it ends up with him pinned to the thick base of the Yovo tree. Panting and staring down at you with wide tawny eyes. The corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk.
“Hi” Though you’re a little breathless from the scuffle, you grin.
One of your hands on his shoulder, fingers digging into the hard muscle there. The other pressed against his waist. So close to him that you can feel his body heat.
“Hi” he’s so beautiful it hurts to look at him for too long. Of course, what most don't know about Neteyam- is that he’s a smart ass “You suck at stalking. I could hear you coming the moment you stepped out of the bush”
“No I don't” You cajole, a bubble of laughter building in your fast expanding chest “We’ve barely spoken in a week, and the first thing you do is be mean to me? It’s almost as if you didn't miss me at all”
“How are you gonna know to correct your form if I don't tell you?” He jests, struggling a little in your grip for good measure.
You give him a warning hiss.
This little game the two of you liked to play was usually fun, the push and pull of it all. A teasing filled hunter and prey routine that more often than not ended with Neteyam spreading his thighs as he finally let you have him.
You hadn't kissed your boy in days. You didn't have it in you to wait.
“I was hoping you’d want to tell me something other than how shit you think I am at hunting” you sigh, deep, for dramatic effect.
“What kind of other things?” Neteyam’s eyes keep flickering from your own, down to your mouth. His pink tongue peeks out, runs across the plush of his bottom lip and your knees feel a little weak.
“Things like you’ve missed me” you disclose, because you just can't help it. “Cause I’ve missed you”
You can feel him loosen under your hands, the fight draining. His ears twitch, lowering a bit, and his gaze goes unbearably tender.
“I’ve missed you” he confirms after a moment and it's all you need to hear.
You lunge, groaning the moment you're able to feel his kiss. It’s warm and wet. Full of little nips licks that drive you wild because they feel way too good. An all consuming kind of good- you feel him in your bones. When you release him, your grip on his shoulder falters, his arms wrap around you strong and tight.
You pull away, lips tingling and shiny “How much did you miss me?”
He groans and presses his lips back to yours, annoyed as you keep the kiss shallow. Pecks and light presses while he tries to force his tongue into your mouth. You herd even closer, caging him against the bark. His snuffles, cool air through his snout in annoyance “Y/N, come on”
Instead of responding, your hands begin to drift, fingers dragging across his indigo skin as they take their feel. Oh, this body. How you adored it. His strong shoulders and broad torso, all of that rippling muscle so sensitive and clenching under your touch. Your lips leave his, kissing sloppily across his cheek and down the hinge of his jaw. Stopping only when you can press your face into the place on his neck, right behind his ear, where his scent gland was pumping out that hypnotic musk.
Neteyam’s pheromones are like nothing you’ve ever encountered. They’re knock you on your ass strong, for one. You’d been able to smell him from across the beach the first time you’d met him-back when the Sully’s had descended from the sky. For two they’re foreign and unlike anything you’d previously encountered.
He smells of pine, herby and sharp. Of honeyed tree sap. Of fruit you’ve never learned the name of and the dew that stuck to the foliage in the mornings. It tingles in your nose as you inhale deeply, getting greedy lungfuls of his essence. Very much the scent of a virile young Omega in his prime.
Neteyam gets all shivery when you scent him like this. His head lulls to the side as he presents his entire smooth neck to you like a fucking prize.
It’s heady, the way he gives himself to you. How are you not supposed to be in love with him?
“Missed you so much” he whimpers as you lap at the gland “You’ve been so busy. I- ah, oh-” his speech is broken up. Overwhelmed by your mouth assaulting him and your dainty hand attempting to slip under his tweng “I didn't want to bother you”
You don't pull away when you speak, can't manage to tear your mouth from its ministrations. Instead, your words vibrate right into his skin “Please bother me, paskalin(sweet berry). Bother me all the time”
His laughter is as sweet as his scent, and you want to bathe in it.
Neteyam is an indulgence and you're gluttonous for him.
Screw your duties, whatever was waiting for you back at the village could do just that. Wait. It’s a bit scary how quickly you’re willing to put everything on the back burner if it meant you could spend just one sun drenched afternoon with him.
He looks good, in the shade of the palms. His eyes closed and cheeks flushed as the two of you ravage each other. Your hips knocking into one and other as you desperately rub against him through the layers of your clothing.
You’re completely wrapped up in him. You don't realize how much time you’ve spent just kissing him. You know that you’re needed for just about a billion different things but as you taste his spit you can't remember to care.
When you begin tugging at the cords of his tweng he sobers a bit, squirming. “What if someone sees, the gathering group might return”
“Fuck them” you mindlessly mutter, working at the blasted knots. You want his cock. You need to taste him on your tongue.
Neteyam huffs in amusement, reaching down to undo them for you. He always makes it look so easy with those long nimble fingers.
When he’s freed from his confines, your quick hands are all over him. Pawing at his bare inner thighs, groaning when your fingertips run along his dripping slit. You can already feel his manhood, rock hard, and poking out from the protective sheath of his body.
Neteyam is gorgeous and so, so sensitive. He’s throwing his head back, braids grinding against the bark as you play with him. Getting him all wet and messy between his strong thighs.
“Oh shit- shit, Y/N” he wheezes as you grasp his member in your hand, stroking him until he’s standing proud and fully erect.
Neteyam’s very much well endowed. He’s got girth yes, but Eywa he’s long. You wonder what it would be like to take him inside of you. You’re so sure that he would hit places that no other had before. You clench around nothing, can feel your knot internally swell, just dying to contract around him and milk him dry.
You can't, sadly. Not yet. Or you’d lay him down and sit right on his cock this very moment.
Instead you give him everything else. He’s moaning low in his throat as he squirms, and his hands disappear in your hair. Your eyes fight the urge to roll when his fingernails skritch at your scalp just right.
You're sinking then, down onto your knees. You want to taste him and your eager mouth envelopes his mushroom cock head at once. His earthy sweet taste explodes across your tastebuds and you don't know who moans louder, you or Neteyam.
You enjoy giving oral pleasure, you always had. It makes you feel powerful. You control Neteyam as you suckle on his manhood. When your hands come to play, inching down towards his hole he grunts and bucks hard. Your throat constricts around him with a gag.
Its so sexy. The way he chases his release makes you burn.
His virgin hole is tight, the muscles tense as you circle it with your fingers. The sounds Neteyam gurgles above you make it clear that he doesn't want you to stop. It’s a beyond snug fit as you push a single digit in.
The darker man practically sings. His abdominals clench and you’re pretty sure he’s about to blow-
When suddenly his hands fisting your locks go from holding you close, to pushing you away. You’re only haughtily confused for a moment.
The two of you freeze.
Sensitive ears twitching as the sound of crunching footsteps in the distance.
The orchard is large and full of fruit trees and bushes, making an escape without getting caught is easy enough. You slip behind an enormous berry bush, hidden easily by the thorned shrubbery. You’re vibrating with the thrill though, as you and Neteyam avoid being spotted. Just barely.
You don't think you would have minded if anyone would have caught you on your knees pleasuring your beautiful Omega.
Neteyam on the other hand doesn't look as happy as you. He actually seems kind of spooked. Crouching low and alert as the voices hum in the distance he re-ties his tweng with shaky hands. He doesn't relax until they pass and even then his shoulders stay tense.
“It’s okay, I never get caught, don't worry” You press a comforting hand to his side, and he sighs. Leaning into your touch despite himself.
You can tell the moment of passion is over and you hate it, although it probably is for the best.
“I have to go” you’re mournful of the fact” I’m sure they’re looking for me, back at the village”
His face falls, a little frown that’s cuter than it should be marring his features “Okay…”
You cup his cheek on your palm, making him look at you “We’ll get to be together soon, yes? I’m going out of my mind, I need make you come again”
Neteyam bites the inside of his lip hard “Soon” he agrees.
It takes everything for you to leave him in the orchard and not drag him straight to your bed.
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There are more moments like these as the weeks go on.
Stolen flashes of intimacy.
The two of you sneaking in kisses and groping touches wherever you can. It's always white hot, and over way too soon and somehow you feel even more desperate and strung out after them. Like you’re only getting a taste of what you so desperately want to savor.
You think you’re handling it pretty well. Hiding your split attention-
It all comes to a head at dinner.
The Inknimaya celebrations are only days away and the largest Mauri, the communal one right in the center of the village is packed to the brim with buzzing Na’vi.
You’re sat with your family and a group of high standing village leaders at the head of the meal. Tsireya on one side of you and your very pregnant mother on the other. Your Father sits, right in the middle, and Ao’nung to his side.
There is discussion of the rites and who will be present to officiate them and witness them.
You’re barely listening, so exhausted it’s hard to keep your eyes open. You could blame it on your busy day but really, it's because you and Neteyam had spent last night tangled in each other until the early hours of the morning eclipse.
You meet his gaze from across the crowded room.
Neteyam looks as tired as you feel. And still, he grins. A barely there thing just for you. When his hands move it’s subtle movements while no ones paying attention.
He signs, just the way you’d taught him. Only one word.
Tonight.
“Y/N- are you listening?” It’s your mothers voice, firm and cutting and breaking you from your own head.
“Of course” its an automatic lie as you pick at a piece of fish from your plate. You hadnt heard a thing she’d said.
She gives you THE look. A severe one that could make children cry. Good thing you aren't a child anymore.
You try not to feel too embarrassed by her obvious chiding as you rejoin the conversation.
“We were speaking about the First Hunt- there’s been many Nomura(giant man o war style jellyfish) just beyond the reef. Y/N, what is your stance on this matter?” An elder says, voice weary and weathered.
“This is not out of the norm for this time of year. All will be fine, we can set up a perimeter around the young hunters performing their rites” you nod, affirming him while not feeding into the hysteria. Elder Makiao was an anxious man after all.
“Are we sure that’s smart?” The cutting comment is made by the person you like the least.
Vaeyu is an Alpha and vetted warrior from a good family. He has high standing in the clan, and sits on your fathers council. Tall and broad, with dark ink splashed across his angular face and his meaty right arm almost blacked out with intricate tiny tribal markings.
He’s always got something to say and you sincerely wish that you could tell him to shut the fuck up.
Politics don't work that way, unfortunately. “Why would it not be smart? It is tradition, we will perform the rites as we always have, will we not?”
He nods, mulling it over, his lips pursed “Of course I would like to see them performed as they should be but we have…different members attempting this cycle. I would hate for any of our new Omiticayan friends to be put at even more of a disadvantage then they already are”
A surge of protective anger rages through you- years ago you might have lunged at him. But you’ve learned better, about controlling your own feelings. And about dealing with scum like Vaeyu.
You try to keep the appearance that you’re unaffected, for you know it will only fuel him if he can tell that he’s bothering you “I’m assuming you’re talking about Neteyam?” and you want to kill him for doing so.
“The eldest of the Forest children, yes” He goes on and really. The disrespect is dripping from his tone like venom. The fact that he hadn't even had the decency to refer to Neteyam by his name makes
“Neteyam is not a child” you speak slowly and control your tone. Not allowing your pheromones to spike with your annoyance “He’d already passed his rites back home, and is only repeating the process here out of respect”
Your father, ever observant, can see right through your attempt on staying civil and cuts through the tension with his deep timbre “She is right, he has shown nothing but competence since arriving. And from what I have seen, has excelled in training. I trust my daughter's abilities as a karyu. The boy will be given his chance as all others are”
Tonowari is cheif; he’d always given his people the freedom to question him. The openness to have meaningful conversation.
But everyone knew that directly challenging him is off limits.
“Ah. I see” Vaeyu deducts, using his sharp bladed knife to peel the skin of a fruit “Of course, Olo’eyktan. I trust your judgment. We will just have to hope he can keep up; you know the smell of blood draws those nasty creatures in”
The talks stray onto different topics and you try to get over the bitter taste left in your mouth.
You never want Vaeyu to speak of Neteyam again. If it was up to you the older warrior wouldn't even be able to look in his direction. Neteyam was too good for the likes of him.x
You’re more than happy when the man gets up and makes his leave, retreating for the night with his pregnant mate. Once upon a time the sight of his hand on her lower back and her cradling her stomach would hurt you. Now you’re just relieved as you watch them leave.
Your sister gives you a sympathetic pat on the hand.
The dinner on your plate is picked at, you can barely eat with the excitement of seeing Neteyam again bubbling. Tonight is going to be special. You’re going to give him the necklace you’ve been working on. He liked to act bashful, but you knew he loved your gifts and this one was the most important yet.
You offer Ao’nung the rest of your food, not wanting to waste, and try to make your exit.
“You have been very far away as of late”
Of course it can never be that easy.
Your mother is Tsahik for a reason. She is all knowing, with her keen eye and sharp senses, the tribe likes to say she has special Eywa given powers and you believe it. You just absolutely hate when she uses them on you.
Of course she’d notice you being off, even when you we’re trying so hard to keep it hidden.
“I am not sure I know what you mean” you feign innocence “I have been tired, and very busy, yes”
“No” she continues in that tone of hers. Her eyes that are more green than blue boring into you “That is not it. You have been distracted, and if you do not wish to tell me I will not pry, but I need you to recenter”
“Sanok-” you start with a grumble.
“During the festivities, there will be Metkayina from neighboring islands coming in. I want you to think about what we’ve spoken of, about you finding a mate this cycle”
Your ears pin to your head and you can feel your face get hot. No, she’d spoken and when you’d try to insist that you are not going to go through with an arranged marriage she’d dismissed you.
“I am not interested-”
“In performing your duty? You will be Olo’eykte, you will pass the title down to your children. You need heirs, Y/N. By the time I was your age I was already pregnant with Tsireya” Ronal softens, she can tell how uncomfortable you are but this conversation is vital “I want to give you the space to choose. There will be many eligible Na’vi, all looking to court”
You’re tense all over. By the ways she’s speaking you’d think you were an old woman and not one who had just celebrated her twenty first name day.
“Tell me that you’ll at least think about it- Tonowari, please. Help me here. This is important is it not” Your mother plays dirty and calls your father in for backup.
There is not much on Eywa’Eveng that you could deny your father. You are dedicated to him. Closer to him than anyone else.
When he speaks its gentle and encouraging “We just want you to be happy. You are at the age where you should be starting your own family, I want to meet my grandchildren”
You feel trapped, impossibly so.
Mating had been the one thing that you’d refused to surrender to your chosen destiny. Being the next Olo’ekyte could have everything else but you so deeply wanted to find someone who loved you.
You want to tell them that you think you’ve already found a mate. You’re sure your mom wouldn't like it, wouldn't think Neteyam is suitable but your father would support you. You just know it.
It’s not the time.
Instead you just not tersly “I will consider it. Am I free to go?”
“My daughter…” Tonowari frowns, wanting to reach, but keeping his hands at his side anyway.
“Please. I am tired”
Your father just nods. You dont stay around to hear the worried words your family shares.
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The moons are high in the dark, star speckled night sky as you lounge in soft grass. You’d never spent much time here, in the little island forest, before Neteyam and yet now it’s become your oasis.
The hidden spot where you could come and release everything. Your fear and doubts are harbored by the trees. They’re good secret keepers.
“You’re distracted tonight” Neteyam remarks as he meets you in the meadow. It always takes him a little longer to get there, he has to wait for his family to fall asleep before he takes his leave.
“Sorry”
You try to put on a brave face, but when he lies down next to you, both of you on your sides facing on another, and places a large, callused hand on your hip you melt.
He doesn't have to say much to make you soft for him, he’s spent months tenderizing your heart.
“Talk to me” Neteyam urges softly as his thumbs rub patterns into your hip bone. “What happened?”
You close your eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the comfort. “I’m just tired, Tey. I feel like- I can never really satisfy anyone, you know? And I try really hard to.”
He hums in understanding “I do know what that is like. Is this about your parents?”
Your silence is the only answer he needs. You, after all, are rarely ever silent.
“Back home I was going to be Olo’eyktan and while I accepted it, I was always kind of dreading it. Counting down the days until any semblance of my life being my own was over” you don't know it, but he’d never told anyone this. You listen raptly “The responsibility of making sure everyones taken care of, its alot”
You smile, because yeah. Alot is an understatement.
“I’m just letting you know that I know how it feels. Truly. And whenever you need to; we can talk about it, one eldest sibling to another” Neteyam’s kind words go straight to your head. They make you feel dizzy, so cared for and adored.
He’s what you’ve always wanted. All of your fantasies and desires rolled into one. You’re convinced that Eywa had brought him to you. Carried him to you by ikran back on the strong east wind.
You want to mate with him. More than anything, you want to bond him. Would it scare him off if you told him so? You don't want to lose what hasn't even had it’s chance to fully develop.
“I made you something” Your words seem to shock him, if only for a minute, and he groans and rolls his eyes.
“Another gift? Really, Y/N?”
“Don't pretend you don't love them” you tease as you reach for the small satchel you’d brought with you. You grab at its contents and hold it tight in your hand. You’re nervous, terribly so, as you present the jewelry to Neteyam.
This isn't like the spear, or the blanket or the fruit. For Metkayina, this is serious business.
“Oh” he says as you hand over the necklace that you’d spend countless hours working on. “It’s is gorgeous, wow”
He takes it from you and marvles at the care you’d put into it. The necklace is made of leather, and adorned with pieces of carefully polished dark blue seashells. In the center dangles a single pearl, black as night and rare. You’d shucked an endless amount of clams to find one that felt right.
“Do you accept it?” you question as his eyes trace the piece of jewelry.
“Well, I have not rejected any of your gifts yet” Neteyam jokes dryly “I’m not about to start now.”
He doesn't know then. That if he accepts it then he will be accepting your hand. That he will be agreeing to be your mate. In Metkayina tradition, he’d give you a necklace back, one that would sit right where his bite would on your delicate neck.
He requests that you help him put it on but you decline.
This isn't something to adorn tonight, if he still wanted to wear it in the cold light of day you’d be happy to help him fasten it. Once he puts it on, he can never take it off. You’re sure he isn't aware of the fact and you wont trick him- but also don't have the energy to tell him in that very moment.
“Well I can't wear it because your being weird” Neteyam starts, brows knitted “But I still wanna thank you for it”
“Thank me, huh?” you smile as you reach to pet at his braids. Sweet, sweet man.
“Mhmm” Is all Neteyam says as his hand travels from its place on your hip, down, To play with the hem of your pink skirt. It's very clear what he wants, so you roll over onto your back and spread your legs, making it easier for him to get it.
He works you out of your coverings with ease.
Your needy pussy is sticky- strings of wetness stretch between it and your tweng as Neteyam peels it off. He groans at the heady sight. His nostrils flare and his mouth waters.
“You talk so much about how good I taste” Neteyam grumbles into your skin as he presses deep kisses into the skin of your belly, sinking ever lower. Over your naval. He traces the pretty swirling ink of your tattoos, the ones that cradle your hips and lead him right where he wants most.
He mouths at that tender crease between thigh and labia “But your cunt is Eywa sent, I swear. So sweet”
You're panting, chest concaving intensely as his face disappears between your thick thighs. You feel no shame at him staring at where you’re drenched and throbbing for him. If anything you spread wider, showing him the pretty blushing insides of your light blue gash.
Neteyam dives in, nose first. His snout rubbing at your lips, inhaling your essence eagerly. You can't help but smile, happy that he loves the way you smell. That it’s reciprocated. Two of you so compatible.
When his wide tongue laps over your puffy slit, catching on your swollen nub you cry out. Your hands fly to the back of Neteyam’s head, holding onto the braids for support. Tugging ever so slightly, just on the right side of painful. You hump at his face, shoving him closer.
Neteyam’s a messy pussy eater, he dedicates his whole being to getting you off. He uses his entire face; his mouth but also his nose and his chin and cheeks. Soon enough hes completely messy, covered in your slick as he sloppily feasts on you.
“Oh, Great Mother!” you wail when he sits up a bit, hooking your thighs over his broad shoulders, before digging back in. He’s everywhere, there's not one part of your sensitive core that he’s not licked against. “Neteyam!”
When you come for the first time, it's with a violent arch of your back and a squeal. The pleasure makes you seize and shake as it washes over you in a tidal wave. Neteyam rides it out, his mouth following your arching pussy- drawing your orgasm out beautifully.
As you start to come back down, his chin is pillowed on your inner thigh and he's looking up at you with pleased amber eyes. So shy and proud of himself for being able to get you off. His face is sticky and gleaming with your cum. You never want to forget this image of him, you want to engrave this memory somewhere deep and timeless. You think that you will need to visit the Spirit Tree soon.
“Felt good?” he verifies and you grin, nodding, still coming down.
“So good, I love it when you tongue fuck me” you sigh, still spread out for him. Your pussy aches- from over sensitivity. From the need to be touched again.
Neteyam just blushes a little at your vulgar words, sometimes you forget that he’s still very new to all of this. Each time you guys are intimate, he explores a bit more of his sexuality.
He holds your gaze as his fingers begin to toy with your folds. There’s something so erotic about it all, the way that the two of you never break eye contact. Communicating silently as Neteyam rubs at your hard clit. Sharp jolts of pleasure make your hips twitch. But still, you try to be still. Encouraging his tentative touches. When his digit swirls around your hole for a moment before sinking deep your eyes roll until they close and your head presses back into the ground.
You’re meant to be filled, your body designed to squeeze around whatever enters it and not let go. It doesnt care if its a cock or fingers or tongue, your pussy is greedy.
Neteyam bites his bottom lip bloody as he watches your core hungrily eat his fingers. First one, and then two, and then before long he's pumping all there in and out of your wet snatch. A part of him wants to tuck his thumb against his palm and shove his entire fist inside-
He’s rock hard in his tweng, undulating against the ground as he watches your hips chase his hand.
“Knot my fingers” he begs over your pathetic sobs “Please, I wanna feel it.”
It’s too much.
His eager words paired with the constant perfect rhythm in which he’s pumping his digits in and out of you. It’s not hard to grant his request. You cry out as you come, again. This time, you don't stop your body from doing what it instinctually needs to. You reach down between your legs to grab his wrist, firmly pressing his hand to your pulsating pussy. If he wants to feel, you’ll let him. Your knot swells inside of you, impossibly tight, as it locks around Neteyams long fingers.
His wide eyes stare up at you in unfiltered awe as he feels you from the inside. It’s wondrous, like nothing he’s ever experienced. He feels very special in that moment, that he gets to share this with you. Very special and very fucking horny.
“Holy shit” is his clumsy, blunt response to it all. You giggle fondly and shake your head.
“Do you like it?” You inquire as you rhythmically pulse.
He groans and presses his head, his entire face into the safe plush flesh of your thigh “I do” he admits “I want to feel it around my dick so bad”
That starts a whole new round of neediness and the two of you go at it like animals under the bright moonlight, surrounded by fluorescent flora and fauna.
You’d sworn that you’d be smarter- wouldn't stay out as late so that you could go through the upcoming day a little less exhausted but by the time the two of you are done, the sky is painted pinks and purples and the morning eclipse is dawning.
You’re lying with your head pressed to his chest and your leg thrown across his both of his. You know you should get up but you don't want to make the long trek back to the village. You whine about the decided meeting spot as the two of you sit up, knowing that you need to get ready to return.
“Why do we have to go sneaking around in the bush? I do have my own Mauri, you know” you’d sassed him, as you look for your top in the grass.
“And what if someone catches me coming in and out of your place? Yeah, no. I don’t think that is a good idea”Neteyam had protested, flustered at even the thoughts . It would be so obvious.
A frown tugs at your lips at his words. “Would that be so bad?”
There's a pregnant pause before he speaks again “I mean…I thought we had agreed to keep this private. If people start seeing me sneaking in and out of your home at all odd hours it’s not going to be hard for them to put together what’s going on”
Your heart drops a bit at that, and you feel more naked than you had moments before. “What are you…ashamed of what we’re doing?”
“I’m not ashamed…I just don't want that label, Y/N” Neteyam sighs like you’re being unreasonable and it’s like ice water in your veins. “I don't want people to look at me differently because of this”
It's hard to speak around the lump in your throat “Because of what? Me courting you? Why would that cause anyone to feel differently about you?”
“It's just, it’s different for you. There are different expectations in place. You’ve done this before.-”
“As you love to remind me” the laugh that escapes you is humorless as you locate your top and slip it back on. You already feel vulnerable, there's no need to psychically be so too. “ I’ve never once held it against you or made you feel bad about being a virgin, but you constantly throw the fact that I've been with other people in my face.”
“That’s not it-” Neteyam insists as you stand, he tries to reach for you but you side step in and grab your tweng instead. He looks so lost, like he’s trying to untie the knots in his head. You know that Neteyam has a hard time transmuting his thoughts into words and usually you’re patient with him but right now? Right now you’re too hurt to wait for him to find the words to insult you with. “I dont- I dont care if you’ve been with a ton of other people, It doesn't matter to me. That’s not why I feel uncomfortable with the village knowing”
“The mere fact that you’re so eager to call it a ton tells me that it does” you're wrapping the ties of your covering around your tail and ignoring your shaking hands as emotion bubbles up violently “I’ve only ever been intimate with three people, including yourself. Did you know that, Neteyam? I’m not the huge whore that you think me to be”
Neteyam looks down at the ground shamefully. He hasn't even reached for his own tweng yet. It’s like he’s stuck, his head going a mile a minute. Too fast for his body to catch up with.
“When I told you I wanted to court you I wasn't lying. I’m not sure what that means to you, or the people back in the forest, but here it means that I see you as a potential mate. I didn't realize that you’re too embarrassed of me to see me as the same” you’re going to start crying, you can feel it.
This moment had already happened to you, years before. You’d already been rejected by someone you thought wanted you- you never thought you’d allow yourself to happen again.
Eywa, how fucking stupid can you be?
The familiar feeling is devastating. You feel soiled and used.
“If you can just be reasonable- If we can-can talk. I don't know how to make you understand that this isn't all about you” Neteyam is stuttering, finally reaching for his own tweng but you’re checked out.
How does one be reasonable when their heart is breaking?
“It’s fine. There’s nothing to talk about. I’m sorry that I misread this whole thing. My mistake.”
You’re off before he can get another word in, storming through the foliage as fast as your feet can take you. The tears that had been building only fall once you’re out of eye sight.
You can hear him calling for you, pleading for you to come back.
You leave him there, half naked in the woods.
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The Iknimaya ceremony comes all too fast.
The days since you and Neteyam’s fight in the forest had all been a blur. You were too busy to focus on your fractured feelings. No one had even truly known about the two of you, so it’s as if life moves on as though it had never even happened.
That might be what’s most painful about it all.
You have duties to fulfill, and you’d like to pretend like they keep you from focusing in on that pain. You help where you’re needed- and even where you’re not. It’s left you drained and bone tired, but distracted enough to maintain.
As you and your sister get ready for the long day, she notices how sluggish you are. Dragging yourself through the motions.
“When was the last time you slept?” Tsireya asks as she watches you dress.
“I’ve been busy as of late, Reya” You take care as you ready yourself. Donning traditional Metkayinan ceremonial drab- your blood-orange tweng is intricate and the shell headpiece you wear connects with your barely there top. You brush your long midnight hair until it’s glossy and bouncing, the ends of it reaching the base of your tail as it falls down your back in waves.
You’d always had a healthy dose of vanity.
You know that you are attractive, pretty. Shockingly so, as you’d been told. Blessed with thick eyelashes and feminine features. Your whole life,many have spoken about how favored an Omega, to which you’d never taken offense. You’d inherited your mothers looks, as had Tsireya. Small. Compact. Unexpectedly vicious.
You use your looks as a weapon, just as everything else, your little sister is well aware of the fact. She knows that you’re overcompensating with appearing attractive for the fact that something has happened.
“I’m worried about you. You can try to fool everyone else, but you’re not fooling me, sister. I know that somethings wrong” Tsireya is sweet, but firm. She’d always had that air around her.
Caring yet severe. She was all Alpha no matter what people might think about her docile temperament.
“It’s not like speaking about it would change anything” you mutter, if anything, it would bring the pain front and center.
“Don’t be a coward, Ma Y/N. You know better than anyone that the only way over something is through it” Tsireya’s blunt, but without an ounce of malice.
She knows how to handle you and knows that tough love is oftentimes better than coddling like comfort when it comes to you.
It works.
“Neteyam rejected my courtship”
“You lie” she accuses in a gasp, and you just glare at her. “But- he’s so interested in you”
“Obviously not” it’s flippant. You don’t even want to meet her eyes. You’d been under that impression too.
“Something is being lost in translation here, sister. Neteyam likes you. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I can feel it everytime the two of you are around each other” your sister insists and it’s like salt in the wound.
“Sometimes things aren’t what they seem. It’s not as though this is the first time I’ve been wrong about someone’s intentions for me” the words are hard to admit and taste like acid in your mouth.
“Neteyam couldn’t be any more different than Vaeyu. The two might as well be night and day- this situation can’t be the same” Tsireya insists and you bite your tongue.
“No they’re not the same. But their feelings, or lack there of, are”
Vaeyu had never been particularly kind to you but there had been a time when you naively believed that he truly cared about you.
Before your Iknimaya, which should’ve been the first warning sign, the older warrior had courted you.
He, like Neteyam, had wanted to keep it a secret.
Vaeyu took your virginity before telling you that as an Alpha himself, he would never mate with another Alpha.
You were too much for him. Not at all a suitable mate. He’d be embarrassed to be with you…
The scene that had played itself out just nights before in the forest with Neteyam had been all too familiar.
“Just once” you start, voice shaky as you focus on holding back all the hurt you've felt “I’d like to be wanted back. Truly. By someone who sees me as I see them”
“Oh, Y/N” Tsireya breathes as she grabs your hands and holds them tightly.
You don’t have the time to weep, but it feels nice, standing in your Mauri with your sister for that fleeting moment.
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The Metkayinan Iknimaya is a difficult and dangerous task to achieve.
The Akula hunt is fierce. An entire team of warriors working to bring down the wild beast. Many had died in their efforts. The massive sharks are armored with very few weak spots. They’re extremely difficult to kill.
Today would be no different. There would assuredly be some injuries- you give a brief prayer to the great mother for no casualties.
The to-be warriors line up on the shore and your mother, Tsahik Ronal, passes each. Chanting over them, and drawing a line across their face- from temple, over the bridge of their noses- to other temple, with white paint.
May the Great Mother take you into her arms. The Sea is your home before your birth, and if you should die, you will return to it in the afterlife.
You try to keep from staring at Neteyam, who’s tall and fierce and armed with the spear you’d given him.
The two of you only meet eyes briefly as he mounts his Tsurak. Right before he sets out. There’s so much unsaid and there’s no time to say it.
Instead you give him a firm nod.
You’d trained him. Had seen him in action. He could do this. You have full faith in him.
He only nods back.
The hunt makes you jittery, lights your blood on fire. You love this. Watching hunters draw first blood and make a clean kill. A primal part of you is dying to get in there. To join the fight.
It all happens in a rush- one minute the warriors are out on Tsurak back, headed for the deep. It’s harder to see where what’s going on as you stand with the crowd on the beach but you know from experience the energy filled pursuit that is going on right under the surface.
This year- it’s quick.
So much quicker than the years prior.
The crowd murmurs, almost confused, as the hunters return to the beach in record time.
They are no longer children.
Behind them, they haul the large carcass of a fully grown male Akula. Ropes secured around the body, netting and the waves helping transport with the sheer bulk of the creature. Sticking out of his left eye, perfectly launched, is the spear that you had crafted for Neteyam.
“Our hunters have returned, as fully blooded men and women of the Metkayina!”
Your father booms in pride, his warm cries whooping along the people as they join in. They’d made it back, all of them, with minimal damage. In record time. With one of the biggest catches you’d ever seen.
There’s hugs and tears. Everyone seems to be embracing one another. The pride is felt village wide and it’s a communal high.
“We will feast tonight!”Varyu cheers, and hoots follow “Tell me, who made the fatal blow? It is as clean a kill as I’ve ever seen”
You already know. You’d known since you’d seen the carvings on the wood- but the newly fledged Hunters push Neteyam forward and confirm it.
Vaeyu’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets. It’s comical to say the least.
Neteyam is humble, as he always is. It was a team effort, he claims.
His family beams at him. Jake whooping and Neytiri’s misty eyed. Lo’ak is grinning from ear to ear and Kiri and Tuk clap and cheer for their brother.You remember Lo’ak telling you about how his older brother had been the youngest in their village to ever make a clean kill. You’d been impressed then.
Right now? Right now you are stunned. So proud that you can barely speak. All of those training sessions where Neteyam had doubted his ability to adapt had paid off.
He’s a warrior, as he’s meant to be. Neteyam has reclaimed his place in the world.
Your father goes to Neteyam and places his hands on his shoulders. Beaming. “You have done well and proved yourself amongst are people. I am proud to call you Metkayina”
You want to cry. You’ve never felt such emotion. You know how much this means to Neteyam and all you want to do is go over to him and embrace him.
“As the hunter who solidified the kill, you have first choice during Fertility Season. Tell me, son. Is there anyone who you want to lay claim to?” Your father speaks of the tradition. If the kill can be traced back to a single warrior- they earn the honor of having their pick of mates.
It’s ancient, dated, and most decline. You’re expecting Neteyam to do the same.
Instead, he focuses on you.
It doesn’t feel real. This must be a dream. The docile introverted Omega you’d gotten to know would never lay a claim on you, so boldly. In public. To your father much less.
And yet, he does.
“Ma Y/N” Neteyam calls to you clear and true. He’s chosen these words carefully; they don’t stick to the roof of his mouth “I am yours if you’ll still have me.”
Only then do you notice that the black pearl necklace that you had strung together for him hangs around his throat.
A clear symbol of his acceptance of your courtship.
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I’m so sorry to end it there on that cliffhanger but guyssssss. We all know she says yes. She’s down so bad for him lmfao
To my omegaverse besties @tru-blubelle @imperihoe @tiredmamaissy and Cinetrix thanks for all of the inspiration and support!
Omega Neteyam is my fucking religion now. I swear. I’m never getting over how perfect he is. Ughhhh. Sweetest bby boi who deserves the actual world. I love writing the juxtaposition of someone who is so incredibly physically attractive- and yet so socially awkward. He really doesn’t know how gorgeous he is. People expect him to be more suave because of his chiseled features and he’s really just an introverted guy who hates being the center of attention.
Okay so lots to talk about here! I introduced some OC’s! I feel like whenever I get to read about a Na’vi OC I’m like instantly in deep because it’s such an interesting culture and they’re such an interesting people!
I adore Akemi. He’s just an all around good guy who stepped up to the plate and took Roxto in when he had no one. Akemi’s husband is also a fun colorful character and I can’t wait to introduce him to you guys in the next chapter!
Vaeyu fucking sucks lmfao I wanted to write a smarmy Na’vi for the realism of it all. He’s everything bad about Alphas. He totally groomed the reader, if that wasn’t clear enough in the story. Tonowari would have him banished if he knew about it because he’s a protective dad and also a good man who hates creeps.
If you need a visual guide to how I picture Na’vi Male Omega’s genitalia you can find that here!
And if you have any questions about my A/B/O Head Cannons or the way that I’m structuring secondary gender in this story, please don’t hesitate to ask.
Neteyam goes into heat next chapter(I had to split this one into two because it was at 18K words long) so get ready for some wild ass smut😂
Please remember that interaction is key when it comes to fanfiction! I'd love to talk to you guys! Let’s escape to Pandora together!
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elodee · 10 months ago
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HERMIT A DAY MAY - DAY 31
ReNDoG x Borderlands
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For Rendog I chose the first-person looter shooter video game series Borderlands!
Ren's base this season reminds me a lot of Borderlands (at least so far). With its desolate landscape, eccentric naming conventions, and industrial buildings put in place by a morally questionable mega-conglomerate, it would fit right in as a setting in one of these games.
Borderlands is an incredibly fun (and funny) game series that I highly recommend playing if you've never picked it up before. However, the games have a lot of adult humor and are very violent, though the violence is played for laughs. If you're familiar with the character Deadpool, Borderlands has a very similar energy.
To learn more about Borderlands and see my style references, continue below the cut.
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(Congratulations on crushing the Gamers Outreach fundraiser goal!)
Borderlands is a series of first person looter shooter games set in an open world with a procedurally generated weapon system. The plot of the games follows a group of protagonists with various abilities who complete missions and explore the planet (usually a place called Pandora) in order to find and unlock a fabled treasure trove called a Vault. These Vault Hunters (shoutout Iskall) are not exactly heroes, but as the player you have the option to help people along the way.
There is a lot more to the Vault Hunters' adventures throughout the games that just looking for treasure. Each game has an engaging plot and memorable characters, but the the core gameplay for the entire series is this: shoot, kill, loot a badass new gun, rinse and repeat.
Borderlands is a blast to play and no two playthroughs are exactly the same. It's also great fun to play with your friends and has an excellent multiplayer mode. The series also has a unique aesthetic that makes it look like you're playing in a 3D comic book. The effect is really cool.
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The games take place mostly on Pandora, a desert planet which has a lot of abandoned industrial buildings and machinery from various intergalactic corporations. Most of what the companies left behind have since been looted and incorporated into ramshackle towns populated by the locals.
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This is Handsome Jack, the primary antagonist from the second game. The games use hand-drawn textures for the characters, which create the comic book-like feel.
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The Borderlands title design.
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stepswowdsen · 4 months ago
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【FGO】 AnKia Meme 🩷💙🪷📘
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AnKia Meme 🩷💙🪷📘
Credit to my friend Aya (@/slurpn00dles) for the 1st one for sending the meme and captioning it with Andersen and Kiara in the first place 💗
Did a quick meme edit LMAO. These feel very them
"You should be addicted to shutting the fuck up"
"You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid"
This is a Sen-core ship trope tbh.
This is so many of my ships, it's crazy 😭😂
Classic Sen-core ship trope: Evil Meow Meow Mf with sadistic tendencies x Morally Questionable (or Morally Agreeable) person 🐈‍⬛😈🫡
Evil meow meow mf who gets mad/exasperated by their yapper S/O (CEO of yapology) who cannot stfu /pos
Kiara has been my no. 1 FGO wife and fave Fate femme character since 2019 💗💘💞 So I feel many things about them. I love their relationship. I love how heartfelt and tender their dynamic is, and their comedic bickering/banters 🥰🫶
Andersen loving Kiara, a monster, someone who's inherently doomed, who had no place to belong from the very start...
They're also insanely funny. Two mega tsunderes in a room, both insanely emotionally repressed, what are they going to do? /lh
They both have a very special relationship irt love, and a very personal connection with each other… They constantly bicker with each other, while having subtle ways of expressing care.
It's just so interesting to think about each of their own personal feelings, wishes & grievances about love...
Also, I love Narrative Opposites, but I'm also big on the "Seemingly Opposites, Deep Down So Similar" ship trope too <3
"Deep down, in a way you are like me"
Kiara is so unstable, dangerous, and deeply agonized... The horrific upbringing she had, and descent from "a human to a monster," which led to her developing these twisted views on what "salvation" and "love" is...
I'm just inherently drawn to these characters who crave the pure, genuine love that they've never known... She makes me so emotional for real 😭🥹 I love her with my whole heart 💗💘💞
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Me: AYA LMAO
C: LOL
S: LMAOOOO
Me: Aya ty for your service 🫡
A: HAHA I REMEMBER SENDING THAT
I didn’t know if I wanted to say that because I wasn’t sure and didn’t wanna take credit
Me: Team effort 🤝✌️
A:
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Misc Rambles
Side note
I've always been rather private about my interests mainly keeping them to private Discord servers with friends
But I want to talk more about my love for Kiara <3
Cuz I realized I don't post much of my FGO rambles here so I should start doing that.
AnKia and KiaKama's designs are so hard for me to draw for some reason... Hopefully I get good at drawing them one day 💗🙏
For now have this lil meme edit <3
...
So my fave taste in fictional charas is Meow Meow Mf ™️
"Meow meow mf" is an extremely specific character type that the majority of my top faves, including Kiara, fall under.
I named it myself cuz it's the no. 1 Sen-core character type
Meow Meow Mf: Morally Bankrupt and/or Morally Questionable Evil, (Optional: Black and White colour scheme), has sadistic and bloodthirsty tendencies, has emotional issues, is distanced from humanity and/or human social interactions in some way (estranged from normal people due to their childhood upbringing, or being non-human or divine, etc.) which gives their ego this "Sen-core quality"
I think the qualities of their arrogance and ego are what defines them as Meow Meow Mf.
My fave charas often operate on "Evil/Shadow/Darkness" or Yin/Yang and Light/Darkness principles (usually embodying one of, or both aspects)
I love my black cats and tux cats 🐈‍⬛🖤🤍
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lex-the-flex · 1 year ago
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Cosmic Veins
Luke Skywalker x reader
Summary: Rekindling after an unfortunate assignment, Luke devotes himself as the wonderful man that he is to strengthen your relationship, and fulfills only a fraction of his destiny.
Word Count: 2.5k
Warning(s): MEGA FLUFF, the reader and Luke just being in love, all the feelings; (both good & bad), mentions of amnesia, the reader + Luke being slightly insecure about the future, just two Jedi in their prime, Luke being a dutiful Jedi Master, the duo discovering their love languages, 18 + – PURE SMUT, loss of virginity (reader), oral f! receiving, body + skin appreciation, and unprotected sex. (wrap it before you tap it, kids)
A/N: It’s about time that I wrote for Luke! It’s been a hot minute and I love this man so much. 18+ FIC, MINORS DNI!! Thank you to @dailydragon08 for the AMAZING lines to kick off the smut. You're an absolute god! Feedback is always appreciated and enjoy!
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Salt and lavender lingered through the air whilst the calming sounds of Naboo’s endless waves turn your room into the private sanctuary it was meant to be. The sun threatens to peek over the horizon of the still ocean while you stir in your sleep beneath the fresh silk bedding. Turning your head into the layers of plush pillows, your brows scrunch at the visions behind your eyes. Jolting awake, you gasped for air, praying that the dreams would soon end. 
The conflict finally subsided in the past, but the wounds remain on your heart. Luke had returned from the Dark Side, from the vile control of an evil presence that you never got to meet. Unfortunately, when Leia couldn’t find it in herself to fight her own brother, her twin, you were put on the chopping block. 
And it nearly cost your life. You were thrown into a coma for two months, but the worst part: you suffered from a miniscule moment of amnesia. You couldn’t remember anything about Luke Skywalker or your friends. Luckily they refused to give up and you recovered in time with the Rebellion by your side. Once you did, Leia immediately prompted a change of scenery for you and Luke. The two of you needed to get away from everything to heal. 
Removing your hand from your chest, you ran it along the empty side of the bed where you expected Luke to be. But he wasn’t. He refused to sleep in the same bed as you, in fear of hurting you, so he took to the marble floor. Gazing over to his usual spot on the floor by the changing screen, the makeshift bedding was messy, and he was gone. Twirling the engagement band around your ring finger, you fixate on the pale amethyst encased in silver within the dim light, and you remember why Luke gave it to you in the first place.
Wiping your face, you spotted your dark ebony robes neatly folded on the desk, and the room’s scents kickstarted the day. So with a heavy sigh, you quietly got dressed, and your faithful handmaid, Winter, brought you breakfast and to announce that Luke promptly requested to see you on the beach. You could feel that something was different in the air; he had good news to share, and a smile finally filled your lips for the first time in a long time. Descending the stone steps of the courtyard to the beach, you finished your early breakfast and discarded the pear’s core amongst the flower bushes where it would be finished by the sparrows momentarily. 
Rounding the corner, you spotted Luke amongst the dawn as your boots crunched the pebbled sand below. Noticing that he was deep in a meditative state, you quietly kept your distance, not wanting to disturb him. Glancing back towards the staircase, you thought about leaving for a second, but your feet remained planted.
“No, don’t go. You’re as strong as the waves, Y/N.” 
Inching closer to Luke, a large smile overtakes his lips, and he closes his arms around you. Feeling yourself let go in his embrace, his warmth was comforting as if it was something you were missing. Basking in your company, Luke kisses your forehead. 
“Everything alright? You’re trembling.” He asks, running his hands up and down your arms. 
“I’m fine, Luke. I just couldn’t sleep, that’s all.” You reply, gazing into his blue eyes. 
“Are your dreams still bothering you?” He asks. 
Raising his hand to your temple, Luke silently begins to peer into your mind, ready to discover what’s troubling you. But you take his gloved hand in yours instead. 
Rubbing your knuckles, he quietly understands that your nightmares are at their end, as is the shared exile. 
“They’re not the worst thing I’ve dealt with. Trust me.” You smirk. 
Chuckling at your response, Luke shields his eyes at the sight of the morning sun starting to peer out from under the waves. Basking in your company, Luke clasps his hands around your shoulders and a burst of excitement fills his face. 
“So, I have a small surprise for us, Y/N. Before my security team arrived, my Commander told me that he discovered something just off the coast.” Luke explains, leading you further down the beach. 
“A surprise sounds lovely, Luke. Besides, it gives us a chance to evade the power hungry Senators and staff for once.” You laugh at Luke’s proposition. 
Following Luke towards the end of the beach, the various oak trees start to blend with the damp sand and pebbles. Reaching the beginning of Naboo’s uncharted woods, the sight of a few broken rock walls line the shore before descending into the water. Taking in the new beauty of the planet’s nature, Luke playfully covers your eyes, careful not to spoil the surprise. 
“Are you ready? We’re here.” He teases. 
“Yes! The suspense is killing me, Luke! What is it?” You ask, trying to break his fingers apart. 
Removing his hands, you’re suddenly greeted with the view of an old and abandoned stone tower jutting out from the water. Surrounded by a ring of ferns and moss, the tower perfectly camouflages in the rest of the planet's green fauna. 
Your jaw nearly hits the floor at this awesome sight. Sure you and Luke had discovered many old ruins in the past, but nothing compared to this. 
“It’s an old lookout tower. Long before the Clone Wars, Naboo’s trading system used to operate on its soldiers living in lookout towers. Commander Uphsur said that this is only one of two remaining. I've already taken a look at the other one, but there’s something special about this tower. Like it’s calling to me.” Luke confidently explains. 
Refusing to believe him, you shoot him a nasty look. 
“Did you just make that up?” You question, crossing your arms together. 
“Yeah, I just made that up.” Luke nods, admitting his defeat. 
Nudging his elbow, you both smile at his joke. 
“Alright, Master Jedi, how are we getting across? We could jump.” You advise. 
Climbing to the top of a small boulder, Luke offers his hand and you join him, getting a better view of the tower. Then, without thinking, he dives into the cold water and resurfaces with a gasp for fresh air. 
“Luke, what are you doing? You’ll catch a cold!” You shout, hesitant about jumping in. 
“Come on, the water’s only a little chilly! Let’s enjoy the ocean while we can!” He emphasizes, wiping his wet hair from his face. 
With a deep breath, you launch yourself from the boulder and jump into the salty water below. Whining at the freezing water, the sound of Luke’s laughter fills the nature sanctuary. 
“Oh, you liar! You actually thought swimming during the spring would be a good idea?!” You shout, frantically swimming towards Luke. 
“I had to get you to join me somehow.” Luke replies at his victory. 
Splashing a wave in Luke’s direction, he uses the Force to block the water before meeting up at the base of the tower. 
“Now that’s cheating! How dare you block my shot!” You say, making your way to the tower. 
“Don’t doubt my abilities, Y/N! Besides, we all could use some fun in our lives.” Luke answers, extending his hand down to you. 
Joining your palm around Luke’s, he pulls you from the stream, satisfied with his trick. Shaking your drenched robes, you scoff at the foggy weather. Opening the old door, Luke rams his shoulder, cracking the weather wood in the process. Wandering inside the tower, the blinding light of the morning sun shines on the light grey stone flooring. 
Squinting inside, the once lived in tower remains empty with nothing inside. Squeezing your braid, you try to get as much of the water out as you make a circle around the room’s interior. Scrunching your brows, you take in the emptiness of this place, wondering as to why Luke brought you here. 
“There’s nothing in here. Why are we here, Luke?” You ask, unlatching your heavy cloak from your shoulders. 
Standing above the remnants of an destroyed tiny desk, Luke wipes off his dusty gloves. 
“Can’t I spend some time with my fiancée before we return to Ossus? That’s all I want right now.” Luke replies, with his back to you. 
“Luke, why are we here?” You ask again with a more serious tone, determined to get an answer. 
Turning to face you, Luke steps toward you, stopping to look you in the eye. 
“I couldn’t have the Senators and the others in the Palace eavesdrop. I already feel like a foreigner in my mother’s domain and you know I’m right. The truth is, I’m scared, Y/N. I’m terrified of what the future will bring …especially after I hurt you. I nearly killed you with my own hands and I wasn’t myself.” Luke’s shaking voice makes tears fill your eyes. 
A lump rises in the back of your throat whilst Luke bends his head down to you, almost as if he’s bowing to you out of respect. Taking your hands in his, he guides his thumb over the engagement ring he gifted to you out of pure duty. 
“But I’m here. I’m alive and stronger than ever because of you, Luke. I know the gem doesn’t feel like much, but it means the world to me. It means you love me with all our heart. I’ve never had anyone step up the way you have, regardless if they were a Jedi or not. You are your father’s son, Luke, but you are so much like your mother.” You explain, taking Luke’s face in your hands, with your eyes fixated on his facial features. 
“Will this change us from our paths, Y/N? I’ve gone past the Code. I’ve been on both sides of the Jedi Way, but this feels different from anything else I’ve felt before. Even though we aren’t meant to know the future, I can’t help but decide what I want, what I need.” He explains, walking closer to you.
Placing your hand in the center of his chest, Luke leans his forehead against yours, matching his heartbeat in time with your soothing rhythm. The pale amethyst beams up into Luke’s peripheral vision, allowing him to fully combat the moment. His bright icy eyes reflect against your e/c orbs just as his pink lips hover an inch above yours. 
The presence of his hands playing with your belt’s sash makes butterflies rise in your stomach. As the two of you stood here in this private intimate point in time, the two of you were no longer Jedi. But two people who are in love with each other to the very core. 
“What do you want?” You ask, raising your chin. 
Breathing out, Luke swallows his pride. 
“You.” 
Closing his lips around yours, you barely have time to register his answer as his hands begin to wander along your drenched robes. Roaming against the seams and stitching of the sash at your hips, Luke quickly rids you of the tight knot, while guiding you backwards into the growing sunspot. Discarding the ebony robes from your chilled form, freeing your exposed chest underneath. Descending your goosebumped filled body, Luke glides his lips along every part of your exposed skin, and tugs around the shape of your breasts, letting go once you begin to shiver unnaturally from the cold.
Untying your boots, he pulls your pants from your shaking legs, hoping to quickly get you warm. Ridding himself of his frigid clothes, Luke is suddenly hypnotized by the beauty of your nude form, his lips pressed along the crease of your hips, and continues towards the sensitive skin of your thighs. Collecting your throbbing folds in his lips, your mouth falls open just as Luke’s tongue plays with the bundle of nerves. 
Running your fingers through his dirty blonde hair, Luke inserts his tongue past your virgin entrance, hoping to explore all of you first. Moaning at this unfamiliar feeling, your fingers repeatedly scratch his scalp as the booming sound of your heartbeat fills your ears, drowning out every other sound. 
“Luke?” You call out. 
Immediately stopping, Luke stands up in a heartbeat and gives you all of his attention.
“Yes?” He responds, taking your chin in his hand.
“I need all of you.” You whisper before him. 
Collapsing your arms around his broad shoulders, your nearly exhausted pants fill the air. 
Deepening the kiss once more, Luke captures your taste in your mouth, before laying you down in the middle of the floor on top of his cloak. Hovering above your body, Luke gives you soft kisses along your jaw, allowing some of your tension to disappear. Closing the space between you, Luke guides your legs around his waist, opening yourself to him. Shifting yourself to get comfortable, Luke adjusts his weight to his knees, and presses his hands on either side of your face. 
“I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N.” Luke says, touching your nose with his. 
“You won’t, Luke. I trust you.” You whisper, closing your eyes. 
Capturing your neck with a series of kisses, Luke gently touches his manhood against your openings causing you to gulp at the sensation of it all. Teasing your throbbing folds with his erect tip, a gasp escapes your lips and you grip his broad shoulders at the unknown feeling of your bodies melting around each other. Your bundle of nerves soak up Luke’s warmth and he slowly thrusts himself past your entrance, Luke desperately wanted nothing more than to be deep inside of you, allowing you to surrender to his euphoria. Wincing at this foreign feeling, you lean into his arms, silently begging for support and Luke senses your growing desperation. 
“Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?” He asks into your ear. 
“No, I’m alright. Just keep going.” You answer. 
Smiling at your sudden boost of confidence, Luke quickened his pace, wanting to feel you around him. Trailing his lips down to your collarbones, the sweet sounds of your shared moans became more valuable than anything on Naboo. Gliding your hands down Luke’s muscular form, you suddenly became overwhelmed with all the love and lust in the world, causing a few tears to fall down your face. 
Pepper kissing your tears away, Luke’s lungs suddenly clogged with lust as he opened himself up to you, and he buried his face in the softness of your neck. Stretching himself out, you welcomed his pleasure into your heart as he placed his hand on your chest. Discovering your sensitive spot, you both moaned and whimpered at how good everything felt. Digging your nails deeper into Luke’s hot skin, you felt a fluttering in your stomach. 
“I’m here, Y/N.” Luke says as his voice echoes in your ears. 
Nodding at his declaration, you couldn’t handle the tension for a second longer, and your walls squeezed around Luke. Finishing after you, your whole body went numb and Luke’s ears started to ring. Shielding your nude skin from the cold, Luke pulled his cloak around tired body. Hugging his muscular form, the warmth of his cloak made your eyelids grow heavy as Luke gave you his arm to lay on.
“I’ll never stop loving you, Y/N. Even until the end of time.” Luke declares, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. 
“I love you beyond the limits of stars, Luke.” You reply, feeling sleep take over your mind. 
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