#omega x omega is the way

[archpseudos]

Speaking of impdeft here is this picture that Imp posted to his facebook a decade ago

[zomb13queen]

[wheneclipsefalls]

heyy i love ur works sm, could u possibly write a fic like the one you wrote about Lo’ak in Unmoveable, but with Neteyam as the alpha and the reader as the bratty/dominant omega. (Preferably fem reader) Tysm!!

Pairing: Adult Alpha Neteyam x Olangi Princess Omega Reader

Summary: Princess or not, a spoiled brat like you needs to be put in her place. And since you have been given over to him now, Neteyam is more than ready to put that attitude in check.

Warnings: dubcon/noncon, explicit MDNI, aged up Neteyam, omegaverse, dom/sub dynamics. power imbalance, very talkative Neteyam, breast play, nipple clamps, anal, punishment, kidnapping/arranged marriage, swearing, etc.

A/N: Hi anon...you probably thought I was never going to fufill this request😆😅 Hopefully you are still online to see this

Adult Neteyam pic by Cinetrix

Unmovable for reference

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting.” You reply simply, folding your legs upon where you are perched on a nearby boulder. 

“Is that so?” One of Neteyam’s hairless brows curves upwards into an unusual expression as he places his hands on his hips. You shrug it off as morphed social skills he has picked up, a consequence of living with Sky People. You don’t let it ruffle your feathers. 

“Yes. Soon you will have left and I will finally have some peace before my clan comes to get me.” You supply the information with a tilted chin and confidence oozing from every pore even as the towering alpha closes in on your space. 

“Your clan has given you to me, princess.” 

You refuse to meet the gaze that somehow manages to penetrate your defenses with a heated fire, contrary to his poised posture that emanates a relaxed grace. 

“An oversight on their part.” Your fingers interlock together and place on your lap. If he wants to put on a tough bravado why shouldn’t you? “Once they come to realize their mistake they will come to retrieve me. Until then, I wait.” 

However, waiting here may take more patience than you care to admit. The Olangi clan are known for their expertise as pa’li [direhorse] riders but even they may require a day or so to catch up to the point where Toruk Makto’s son has dragged you to. It's the furthest you have ever been from home. Consequently the first time you have seen the beautiful rolling grounds of the plains slowly transform into congested forest. 

You can only see a portion of the sky with these interlocking trees in the way. It pushes in on you like the bars of your enclosure, yet another representation of how trapped you have become in Neteyam’s grip. 

“I’m waiting too, paskalin [honey].” You shuffle slightly when he comes to sit beside you. The rich essence of his scent wraps around you in a vice-like grip. It has your inner omega running restless but you maintain a serene exterior. It wouldn’t be the first time an alpha has tried to rope you into submission with drifting pheromones. “In fact, we all are waiting.’ He gestures to the handful of Omatikaya warriors that have made the journey with him. They pretend to busy themselves with loading up pa’li that are already prepared. “Waiting for you to stop this tantrum of yours.” 

“Tantrum?” The word feels foreign on your tongue. 

“It means a child throwing a fit when they do not get their way.” 

“I am not a child!” You seethe, lips peeling back to reveal your pointed fangs. “I am a princess and-”

“And I am a prince.” Neteyam shrugs, cutting you off. “Yet neither of those titles mean anything out here.”

You scoff, allowing your hair to act as a protective curtain from his searing attention. A prince. What a laughable thought. A true prince does not drag a female away from her home with bound wrists and promises of mating. He has no right to call himself such a thing. 

Then again, your father calls himself Olo’eyktan yet he was the one that handed you over to the alpha. All for the promise of protection against the RDA. The Omatikaya could have asked for anything to seal the alliance between your two clans in battle but all that Neteyam had come to collect was you. 

Your father’s decision, however, could be forgiven in your eyes. He was doing what he thought was best for the people. His greatest error was believing Neteyam would be a suitable mate for you, for thinking that any alpha would be a good match for you after all that you’ve expressed against such a union. You are a free spirit. Despite your presentation as an omega you were never meant to live in an alpha’s shadows. 

“Look at me.” His voice is soft but firm. Another scoff of refusal is traveling up your throat but this time Neteyam doesn’t wait for you to follow his command. He captures your chin and forces you to turn and feel the weight of presence. It feels as if his alpha pheromones not only bleed into the space between you but also cinch around your throat like a claws. “I am your alpha now, your mate. That is the only title you should be focused on.” 

Neteyam is a strange alpha, that you have come to quickly realize. Where other alphas often raise their voices in demand for respect and submission he delivers his commands in the form of smooth purrs traveling down your spine. He uses force when necessary but never done rashly or out of anger, simply a tool to get you back to where he deems you should be. Among the other males there is no passive aggressive commentary or puffing of chests to remind them of rank. 

Instead he converses with them as old friends do. He leads the group in every sense of the word but it’s done with almost a playful hand as they laugh and make jokes with one another. And yet, after all of this backwards messaging, there is an air of dominance that laces his every move. He walks and talks with a relaxed expression as if he knows there is no need to prove himself. His supremacy is something that would not dare to be questioned. 

And somehow that comes off as higher snobbery than any other foolish alpha you’ve seen wrestle for your hand. 

“I don’t have an alpha. Nor will I ever.” With a tug your face is whipped from his hold. You manage to conceal the rush of heat to your cheeks by smoothly shifting your hair and facing away from him once more. “I suggest you accept that fact and stop wasting both of our time.”

Not a single bat of your eyes in his direction as you stare confidently ahead at the strange tree in front of you and wait to hear the party’s retreat. Instead your ears only catch the sound of a small sigh and shuffle before Neteyam is standing before you. 

“Come now, princess. It’s been fun but we still have ground to cover.” He reaches his hand out to help you up but you only gamble casting a glance at it from your peripheral vision. As far as you are concerned, Neteyam does not exist in your world. And so you treat him as such. 

“Neteyam!” A voice bellows across the distance. “We are losing daylight, brother. Are we set to travel?”

Neteyam doesn’t hesitate to send the other male a small smile before saying, “She is coming along now.”

“No I am not.” Your instant response is tainted with a gasp of offense. How dare he speak for you! “I am not moving from this rock until my clan comes to get me.” You insist, slapping his hand away. 

Neteyam remains unperturbed, simply giving a shrug before murmuring, “Have it your way then.” 

You aren’t afforded a second for a sense of victory to settle in before the prince is tossing you over his shoulder. Strongs arms wrap around the back of your thighs to keep you pinned there and decrease the range of motion for kicking. It doesn’t stop the gasp of outrage and pure spite that emanates from you. Limbs swinging in every which direction to deliver damage, you quickly resent the way his strength greatly overpowers your own. 

“I am not some fresh kill for you to carry home. Set me down right this instant!”

“I gave you the chance to walk over with dignity, princess. What else am I supposed to do?” He tries to retort but you can detect the grin in his voice. Even more humiliating, from your upside down position you are still able to spot the other males squirming to not laugh at your compromising position. 

“You are a mongrel of a man!” 

The scratchy venom of your tone is morphed into a surprised squeak when you are let back onto your feet. Regardless, you remain trapped in Neteyam’s arms as you are wedged between him and a pa’li. 

“Don’t waste your energy, tiyawn [love]. It will be at least a few more days before we reach Omatikaya soil.” 

They are surrounding you from every side. The five other males may wear amused expressions and appear to be enraptured in conversations with one another but you are no fool. These men are under Neteyam’s jurisdiction. At the first sign of trouble they will be snapping into action. Running now will only get you dragged back and fighting against Neteyam’s hold may get you flung into a humiliating position again. 

“At least let me have my own pa’li. I know how to ride.” 

Neteyam's chest heaves with the responding laugh that awakens within him. White pearly teeth on display, his amusement rises higher. Several of the others try and fail to not join in. It heightens your blood pressure until your face is hot to the touch.

“That’s a very good try, princess.” He beams, patting your hip. 

Neteyam unfortunately is not the fool you hope for him to be. Nor the arrogant alpha that would make the mistake of believing himself capable of catching you once you’ve set off on a pa’li. You’ve been riding since you were barely able to walk. The Omatikaya may understand the concept, but they hold not near the same precision and skill that your years of training have granted you. 

It’s a fact he seems acutely aware of because he doesn’t let you saddle up first. All it would take is a few seconds for you to make the bond and leave them in the dust. Instead, he hands you off to another male as he settles himself upon the creature and only after he has made the bond himself does he have you lifted to sit in front of him. 

By the time you settle around a fire for dinner and begin setting up camp, you can feel your eye on the verge of twitching. This journey has been nothing but painful and slow. So exceedingly slow. Although every step is one step further from your home that doesn’t erase the annoyance you feel at their painstaking pace. The only thing that stops you from snapping at them to hurry up is the hope that this extra time will help you come up with some sort of escape plan. 

It’s clear that your father’s remorse is far too sluggish for you to solely rely on at this rate, so it seems it is once again up to you to meet them halfway. 

However hatching up plans is exceedingly difficult when you have an alpha sculpted against your back, his essence clouding your mind and his eyes constantly peeking down at you as if he knows every thought swirling in your head. Try as you might, there is no reasonable way to veer away from his touch while riding the pa’li, at least not one that keeps you from developing excruciating back pain. 

Trying to set your inner turmoil aside, you focus on using this time away from the Omatikaya prince to properly set your head right. However, it seems Neteyam has different plans as he settles to lounge by the fire. He thanks one of the other males for a drink he is handed before his attention lands on you. 

“Come sit, princess.” He pats the spot beside him. There may be a warm smile to accompany his words but you know that it is nothing short of a command. The steely undertone of an alpha’s call reverberates in his tone. 

It locks your spine into a ramrod straight position and your tail already tries to tuck itself the longer you wait to obey. It’s irrelevant, however. You’ve become quite adept at pushing down your omega instincts in favor of following your own logic instead. 

With a smooth stroll and a feigned innocence to your smile, you maintain eye contact while making a show of sitting next to a different male across the fire. He’s a beta and your proximity immediately has him twitching. 

Neteyam’s golden eyes take on a darker hue, but he remains where he is. You’ve challenged his authority, in front of his men no less, but somehow you escape the night unscathed from his rath. Or so you think. 

It’s hard to say whether these sleeping arrangements are usual for the Omatikaya or rather just a setup meant for traveling. Either way, it is the most bizarre thing to sleep in a roll of fabric high up in the trees. Netyam claims it’s safer to stay off the ground during eclipse in the forest. A silly point truly when it’s just as dangerous, if not more likely, to turn over in your sleep and fall to your death. 

Climbing up to the hammock is all the more painful and terrifying than riding with Neteyam. He patiently trails behind, waiting and giving unwanted direction for your climb until you have finally cocooned yourself in the fabric. Still trembling but refusing to voice any complaints that could be mocked, you take a moment to catch your breath. 

That moment is exceedingly short.

The hammock suddenly swings and you look up to find the prince lowering himself down carefully from a branch above. 

“No no, absolutely not. This is my bed. Get out.” He chuckles as you try to push and swat at his muscular thighs but it’s no use when he is settled in the fabric a few seconds later. 

“Technically it is our bed.” 

“Then I will take my chances on the ground.” Your stomach somersaults at the thought of enduring the climb down. 

Comment ignored, Neteyam coaxes you to lay down before slipping himself behind you. You’re tempted to kick when he wraps an arm around your waist but the hammock is still swinging to a point of nausea. Best not to make it any worse. 

“You’re trembling, omega.” It’s murmured against the shell of your ear. There is no need to look down in order to confirm his assertion. How do the Omatikaya sleep peacefully up in the trees like this? You’ve never considered yourself to have a fear of heights but today has you questioning that assurance all together. 

“You look like you need someone to calm you down.” The palm of his right hand runs up and down the length of your arm, as if the transferring heat there would diminish your shivering. 

“What I need is a break from your pestering.” 

“I already gave you one.” His tale tickles at the back of your knee just as his accented voice deepens. “A break that I have still not received a thank you for.” 

“I wouldn’t hold your breath waiting, my prince.” You sneer. It wasn’t his decision to have you sit away from him during dinner. It was entirely your own and he is not about to receive acknowledgment as if he had any control over what you do. 

“I hope you know what you’re playing at, princess.” 

Those are the last words he speaks of the night and consequently the same ones that leave you restless and twitching. Sleeping like this is impossible. When you’re not worried about falling to your death you become acutely aware of every point of contact between you and Neteyam. His toned chest is like a bustling fire against your back. His tail at some point wraps around knee as if it belongs there. Even his silky ebony braids tickle at your neck, almost as bad as where his face tucks itself behind your ear. 

There is no forgetting who lays behind you. Sleep seems to never come because you are constantly trying to calm your raging heart and control the pheromones that threaten to slip into the air. That would wake him up far too easily. 

His breath is heavy, heartbeat consistent and strong from where it pounds against your back. You’ve been sure for a while now that he is fast asleep. Now is the time to make your move, but frozen you remain. Eventually you look down to find that your fingers have begun tracing the veins of his forearm as an anxious tick. 

Thank Eywa he seems to not wake up from the touch. Or perhaps it is the smooth caress that has coaxed him further into sleep. Either way, you hold very little hope of not only climbing down the trees without splitting your pretty head open but also doing so unnoticed. 

Sleep comes and goes along with the hours until waiting has wound you taunt. It is only a matter of time before the sun rises again and you’ve lost the window of opportunity. So with sweaty hands and a heart threatening to come up your throat, you cautiously slide yourself out from his hold. 

By some miracle it turns out that Neteyam is the deepest sleeper you have ever met, because even as the hammock sways from your climbing out, he simply lets out a sigh and turns his head further into the fabric. 

Scaling down the tree is a test in vigilance and patience. Every smooth breath you force yourself to take is a practice in these arts. Stubbornly you refuse to look down, knowing it will only bring forth nerve ridden mistakes. So with the pace of a snail you inch further and further down the trunk. 

You just need to make it to a pa’li.

That’s it. 

So close. So very close, you tell yourself, even as you know it’s a lie.

“What are you doing?”

Your breath catches in your throat, thighs tensing as you remember to still keep hold. Your muscles relax slightly, however, when you notice that the voice holds an Omatikaya accent but it is not Neteyam’s. The beta from dinner sits up in his hammock, eyes squinting at you through the darkness. Say the wrong thing and he is bound to sound the alarm. 

“You should not be out of bed.” He sighs. 

“I must relieve myself.” Biting your bottom lip you steer your features into confident defiance. “Or am I not allowed to do that too?”

The beta lets out a sigh and a curse you do not recognize. It must be part of the Sky People’s weird language. 

“Alright, I will assist you just wait for a moment.” 

“I don’t require an audience.” 

“But you do require supervision.” 

It’s difficult to argue when you remain clinging to a tree for dear life. So when the beta helps you make it down the tree foothold by foothold, there is nothing left in you to protest. Instead, you simply shift gears. 

“Be quick.” The male says, gesturing to a secluded spot behind thick bushes.

“It takes as long as it takes.” Head held high, you walk past him and into the bushes. Luckily the sounds of nocturnal creatures are loud enough to excuse why you are so silent in the bushes. Furthermore, it’s clear that male has at least some respect for your privacy as a woman when he doesn’t question again what takes you so long.

Those advantages aside, running now would still do you no good. He has steered the two of you further away from the pa’li and running on foot will only get you lost in this entanglement of greenery. And with a beta, one native to the area nonetheless, there is no chance of getting far. 

Lucky for you, there is always one sure fire way to disable a man without violence. 

“What did you say your name is again?” 

The beta straightens when you walk past him. 

“Um, I didn’t.” He picks up into a jog to catch up with your sudden retreat. Not a foot of space is granted between you two. He has grown suspicious. 

Shifting your long glossy hair over one shoulder, you look over at him with a subtle pout. “Well I don’t see how that’s fair. You know my name but I don’t know yours.” 

The beta doesn’t immediately melt at your softened composure like most males at home do. Rather he seems to clear his throat in discomfort before muttering out, “Ke’ve”

“Hm, Ke’ve.” You repeat back, as if savoring the taste of his name on your tongue. He’s nervous. No doubt, devoted to keeping his distance from the prince’s intended. There are ways to relax him, however. “Well Ke’ve, not every male is noble enough to lend his help in the middle of the night. You must know your presence has brought me great comfort out here.” 

His eyes scrunch but he doesn’t respond, perhaps unsure of what response would be safe. 

“You see,” With a sigh, you come to a halt. “I’m not very accustomed to feeling vulnerable. We are so far from home in a place I have never been but I still do not enjoy being seen as weak. So I wouldn’t admit this to anyone else but I feel as if I can trust you when I say,” You pause for dramatic effect and will tears to your eyes. “I’m scared.”

Were it an alpha, the essence of your fear would be enough to swoop you into their arms and make an oath of protection. Ke’ve on the other hand is a beta, so his response is more subtle. Yet just as promising when his expression falters and he looks on the verge of sighing again. 

“You are safe with us.” And as sure as the sun rises in the morning, so does that inevitable flash of concern spring forth. 

“I do feel safer with you.” Just a gentle brush of your fingers against his elbow. So subtle in wake of your shining vulnerability that he doesn’t shrug it off. “I can’t tell you how much that means to me.” 

A few stray pieces of hair fall over your cheek to frame your depiction of soft spoken innocence. You are perfectly poised like a flower ready to be picked, a delicate beauty that deserves to be protected at all costs. The same disposition that has had beta men falling at your feet time and time again. 

They are always enchanted by your demeanor. So much so that when the Olo’ekytan’s daughter suddenly spins the table so she is straddling their waist and taking control, they can’t help but hand the reins over. 

“Yes well you…you don’t need to worry.” Ke’ve’s eyes don’t hold the same snare that Neteyam’s do but you can already imagine how pretty they will look rolling to the back of his head when you have his cock in your mouth. Pleasure has a way of rendering a man defenseless, therefore giving you the perfect opportunity to carry out your plans. 

With the stealth and precision of a predator stalking its prey you snake your hand up his bicep and over one broad shoulder. Consequently it has your own face inching closer to his wrist where you sensually let his pulse point rub over your throat. It will leave the trace of his scent there, igniting a primal side of him that can be molded perfectly into your designs. “How can I repay you?” You ask, batting your lashes up at him as you begin the slow descent to your knees. 

But they never hit the ground. 

Sharp pain erupts along your scalp as a hand abruptly grabs a chunk of your hair at the roots. That hold is used to veer you back onto your feet and fall back against a warm chest. “I can think of a few ways.” 

Your carefully crafted composure shatters into a hiss as you try to recover from both the shock of being caught and the unforgiving grip Neteyam has in your hair. Even more so, the tingling sensation that brutal hold sends down your spine. 

“Ow! Let go!” 

“Tell the others I will be having a little talk with my omega.” Neteyam commands, ignoring your useless struggling. “You are dismissed, Ke’ve.” The beta doesn’t need to be told twice, already scurrying to get away. 

“Now let’s get you sorted out.” Still keeping his hand tangled where you try to dislodge it, Neteyam drags you further into the mysterious forest. You note that the distance, however, is not quite far enough to completely conceal your whining from the others. 

Feet stumbling once that hold is released, you find yourself unceremoniously deposited onto a large boulder. You can spot the cliff’s edge where it drops down into a waterfall and beyond is the rolling landscape of Pandora’s forest. The glimmer of eclipse is slowly shifting into the first ray of sunshine to cast over the horizon. 

“You just had to prove me right, tiyawn.” Neteyam tutts, squatting onto his haunches so that he is at your level. 

It takes considerable effort to get your brain back online and position yourself into a pose more flattering and fit for a princess. No male has ever handled you so roughly. They wouldn’t dare. But the sting of Neteyam’s tug on your scalp leaves a strange ache behind that has your mind reeling. Trying to put your confident mask back on, you fuss with your hair to get every strand back into place. 

“And you just had to act like a barbarian.”

“Did you really believe it was that easy to sneak away from me?” 

Your throat runs dry when you meet his eyes. This wasn’t a near successful escape, it was planned. One look at his face and it’s clear that he knew exactly when you left and exactly who was assigned to deter you. 

“Can’t a woman pee in peace?” You fumble out, making your last attempt at defending your story.

“I suppose not when it ends in you practically nuzzling at another man's tewng [loincloth] like a little slut.” 

Your jaw drops before you can stop it. Eyes ablaze and tail pointed on alert, you are tempted to throw caution to the wind and slap the alpha’s pretty face. No male, in fact no Na’vi, has ever used such a vulgar term to depict you. You’ve had your share of fun among the betas in your clan, but that makes you no less glittering of a gem. And certainly not a slut. 

“No man of honor would even think of using such a term, let alone directing it at me.” When you rise up to your full height, Neteyam stands in suit. “Is this why you asked for my hand? Any normal prince, especially the son of Toruk Makto, should have half the women in the clan begging to mate with him. But maybe even they could not see past your arrogant disrespectful bravado, so you had to travel to another clan entirely to find an unknowing prospect.” 

“Is that your theory?” Tone deceptively calm, the deep drag of his voice washes over you like silk. 

“You may think that you’ve conquered and can now return home with a pep in your step but no matter what you do, there will always be one truth that will haunt you.” 

You gulp down the lump in your throat when one of his long strides closes the distance between you. Regardless, you refuse to retreat. 

“And what truth is that, princess?”

Your wild eyes shoot to pierce through him. 

“That you chose wrong.” You let that statement hang in the air for a beat, hoping it will press down on him in the silence. However it is disappointment that lays a hold on you when his unreadable expression remains in place. 

“Is that so?”

He’s close enough to nearly feel the beat of his heart. 

“It may be your experience that omegas in your presence bow in submission and shudder beneath that charming grin, but I am not one of them. I am not subject to swooning for or baring my neck to any alpha. I am too independent for your tastes.” 

His chest vibrates with a deep chuckle, one that ironically holds no jovial warmth to it. Instead, paired with the sinful curve of his lips, it wraps thick tendrils around you that act as the calm before the storm. 

“You’re not independent, princess. You’re a spoiled brat.” 

He’s undeterred by your scoff or bat of your hands when he forcefully grasps your chin between two fingers. 

“When my father finds out what kind of man you-”

“Your father has done you a great disservice.” Two steps forward and Neteyam has successfully backed you up against the cool stone. “He has given you everything you’ve asked for, let you go entirely unchecked. We can place part of the blame on him for turning you into a spoiled little thing that thinks it only takes a bat of her lashes to get what she wants.” 

When your lips part to sneer a nasty comment at him, Neteyam swiftly presses his thumb over them. 

“It’s because of this spoiled attitude that you have not properly learned the pleasure of submitting to your nature.” He’s not trying to hide the shadow of his scent over you now, it circles you into a clouded dome. Leaning his head down, his lips just barely whisper against your own that are still trapped beneath his thumb. “You don’t understand the ecstasy of being tamed.” 

A warmth pools at the pit of your stomach. You recognize that feeling and what it means. Putting your desire to win this argument aside, it’s clear that now is the time to bow out before this escalates too far. 

“Get off.” At first it’s just a whisper. Then when Neteyam’s body remains curled over yours, rock hard and unmoving, your voice rises. “I said get off! You egotistical pervert!” Your cries don’t stop and neither does the useless rain of your fists against his chest. 

But then he is snatching your wrists and hooking a hand beneath your thigh to slide you up onto the rock. The stone is cold against your exposed back and ass, your tail becoming trapped beneath your own weight. Neteyam crushes all hope of sitting back up when he cages your smaller form with his own bulking frame. 

“Always have to make it difficult, don’t you, tiyawn?”

You fight the urge to squeeze the muscles beneath your captured hands when they land on his chest to push him away. 

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so difficult if you just got off of my ass for once.” 

“Oh but princess that is exactly where I want to be.” That devilish grin is accented by a ray of sunlight painting his features. 

Without an inch of personal space it becomes aggravatingly obvious how gorgeous the man above you is. Neteyam is the perfect contrast of broad shoulders and a slim waist shown off by his beautiful woven battle band. His immaculate braids swing down across his cheeks and collarbones to frame his intense eyes, sharp jawline, and lips that were simply made to do sinful things. 

 Your reflection is cut short when a band begins to wrap around your wrists. Squirm as you might, Neteyam holds no sympathy for your protests as he expertly ties the appendages together. Empty threats. Cries for help. None of them make an ounce of difference. 

“Scream as much as you want if you’re that eager to give the others a show.” 

That shuts you up in an instant. It confirms your earlier observation of proximity and immediately has you playing back the conversation to guess how much of it that other males have already heard. 

“You’re a monster.” 

“Hm, and all yours, princess.” A wicked grin across his lips, Neteyam secures your bound wrists to a low branch over the rock. You’re left stretched out and trapped laying across the boulder beneath him. 

That cocky expression blanches its color once he draws his nose along your neck. The exact spot you had tricked Ke’ve to scent you. Your heart hammers on its own accord when Neteyam’s wicked smile drops. Mere seconds ago nothing had seemed more appealing than ripping apart the alpha with the lash of your tongue, but now something in you warns to stay still. To stay quiet. 

“I was going to wait until we reached Vitraya Ramunong [tree of souls], in light of tradition.” His breath is hot against your neck, a heat that travels like lava down to your very core. “But it seems my little brat can’t wait that long.” 

His teeth sink in without warning. It takes a moment for the shock to fizzle out and allow you to feel the pain. Neteyam’s teeth bite and capture the soft flesh there without mercy before his lips suck a dark spot directly over where Ke’ve’s scent used to be. 

Your spine arches, hips already bucking without your consent. The only response to your screams and squirming is Neteyam’s own hips pressing you back against the stone. He is ravenous. Biting, sucking, and licking at that one spot until the area has become desensitized to his ministrations. 

Your body has spiked from zero to one hundred in a matter of seconds. Your head reels with the whiplash of having the male reprimand you one moment and the next sinking his teeth into a mark terrifyingly close to your mating gland. 

“Better.” Neteyam finally murmurs against your neck. He seals the mark with a deceptively tender kiss as you are left short circuiting. Your instincts flare, that primal part of your nature climbing out from under the rock you’ve kept it trapped beneath. 

“Are…are you insane? Biting that close-” 

“I won’t mark you there tonight, tiyawn. Want to be able to feel you through the bond when that happens.” A curved knuckle runs down your kuru, making your toes curl. “Once we are under the spirit tree together. There are still some traditions I’d like to keep.” He says with a grin that you could almost associate with a charming gentleman, not the same male that just savagely ravaged your throat like a predator of the night. 

“But we will need to find a way to get you to behave until then.” You can’t mirror the ease he feels as he speaks. It becomes clear now how dire your circumstances are. You had thought Neteyam wouldn’t dare to put a hand on you without permission but now he has proven to be more than willing to not only touch but leave marks behind. There is no telling where he draws the line. 

And you’re scared, just as you should be, but there is something else far more terrifying that plumps into your bloodstream. A dangerous intrigue that borders excitement. 

“How do you suggest we do that, princess?” 

No matter how hard you try, no humble response willingly bubbles to your lips. Neteyam is still an asshole, gorgeous or not. Alluring or not. No matter how tempting he may be, that doesn’t mean it’s worth exploring the mysterious punishment he has up his sleeve. And you…well you’re still pissed. 

“My behavior is nothing in comparison to yours. You-”

A hand comes down on the side of your ass hard enough to have you choking on those words. 

“You hit me!” Neteyam simply tilts his head at your accusation. 

“Good observation, tiyawn.” Not a hint of apology present. This man is not remorseful, he is proud. “If you keep running your mouth like that I will be forced to do it again. Knowing you, it won’t take long for me to tan that ass red.” 

Your father never spanked you as a child. It would break his heart to see his little girl cry the tears it would inevitably provoke. And with your dating experience exclusively being betas, no man has ever tried to right that wrong. Thinking of riding on a pa’li with a red ass now has fear jumbling threats past your lips haphazardly. 

“I swear on my-”

His right hand clamps over your mouth. The pressure is hard enough to have you whining beneath his skin. 

“That’s enough from you for now.” 

There is nothing left for you to do but watch. Body rendered immobile and now your last weapon at your disposal silenced, you are at the utter mercy of the prince. A mercy that does not appear to be afforded any time soon as his other hand trails down to start undoing the knots of your top. 

It shouldn’t be as scary as it is, watching string be string get unlooped as your crystal top begins to fall slack. However, this particular intimacy is one you are not accustomed to. 

It had started out as just a silly game you had played when you first started dating. Men were often foaming at the mouth to get a proper glimpse of your subtle breasts. It had been an immediate source of amusement as you’d seen how far they were willing to go for only a chance. And even more rewarding when you noticed how easy it was to never follow through with satisfying this desire. 

So it continued. It became somewhat common knowledge among your lovers, and any future interested prospects that you keep that part of yourself private. However, you hadn’t meant for it to go on as long as it did. Eventually you would cave to a worthy beta and watch him go feral, but that was before you discovered simply how sensitive your nipples are. It only took a few times of playing with yourself, brought on by your interest in nipple piercings, for you to see how vulnerable that area of you is. 

And now it is ironically Neteyam that uncovers that part of you.

He can sense the shift of your scent the moment it happens. With every tug on the feeble strings your essence takes on a darker hue. Pleasure and pain. Arousal and fear. These combinations are ones you have not been properly exposed to. Perhaps were it not for him, you would never have been humble enough to try them. 

The last undone tie allows the strung crystals to slide over the curve of your chest before dropping to the floor. What pretty little things you adorn yourself with, yet they do very little to protect you. Because it’s clear to him that in your eyes, protection is never needed. You can not fathom how much you have truly gotten away with.

Prancing around in your little outfits. Torturing men with what they want but can’t truly possess. Expecting the world to shift whatever way you desire with the wave of your hand. It’s laughable how you never imagined to face the consequences of such actions. 

You’re a haughty little thing just waiting to be put in your place. 

“My brat.” Neteyam smirks, leaning down to place a kiss at the slope between your breasts. Goosebumps ripple over your beautiful azure skin. It’s a visceral reaction to the smallest of his touches and it drives him near insanity. How perfect this pretty body of yours will be as a canvas for his marks. A vessel for his heir. 

Fuck, you are beautiful. 

Perhaps he can’t entirely blame you for being so arrogant. Your beauty is enough to hold a man captive with just a simple glance. And you’ve taken advantage of that far too many times. 

He allows himself to fall captive to it now. Unlike the others, he won’t need to starve after you once you’ve decided you’re done playing with him like a toy. No, you will be bound to him. You will belong to him completely. 

“So pretty.” He coos, his lips just barely painting over your right breast. When his bottom lip hover over your nipple he watches in awe as it hardens. “But you already know that, don’t you?” 

You’ve gone silent, but he can feel the stutter of your breath beneath his hand. It would be unfair to neglect the other side, so Neteyam takes his time showing your left breast the same gentle attention that has your other nipple following in suit. He’s heard of your reluctance to reveal such pretty breasts to your lovers, but he never imagined it would be due to such sensitivity. 

It’s like watching a flower bloom for him. The way you squirm and whine at even the drag of his eyes over your delectable form. Neteyam lets his hand slip from your mouth, no longer willing to explore only with his lips. 

His fingertips start a trail down by your navel and ascend up over your stomach and towards your chest at a slow pace. When he finally reaches to gently palm at your right breasts he feels your heartbeat pounding like a drum under his fingers. So many nights he has dreamed of touching you like this, rendering you utterly speechless before he has even started. Now as your lips part and breath becomes labored from his simple touches, there is no sight more delightful. 

You are perfect. You have an attitude that is in major need of fixing but even that is simply a beautiful challenge Eywa has created for him. The way you fit in his hands, gently massaging that supple flesh, it’s clear She crafted your body specifically for him too. 

The sun has finally breached the line of the horizon and now it sparkles along your chest in a dazzling show. The white crystals woven in your hair remind him of the halos worn by the angels his father has described. 

He applies more pressure with his right hand until the plump flesh is spilling between his fingers, giving him the perfect presentation for his salivating mouth. What starts out as an open mouthed kiss a few inches above your nipple quickly turns into sucking that flesh into his mouth until you are writhing. He groans at the sounds you make and when he pulls back to see the purple mark rising along your skin, the sight is enough to have him on the brink of purring in elation. 

Neteyam bends forward and starts crafting his brand on the other side so they are a matching set. This time he takes care in placing it further below your left nipple, at the crease where your stomach meets your chest. It will be difficult for you to find a top able to cover up this claim wrought by his teeth, a purposeful decision on his part. 

“Tey…mmm… teyam wait!” 

He grins at the cute nickname you’ve already coined for him, but that only buys you a few seconds before he is finally puckering his lips around one of your stiff points. The reaction is instantaneous, spine curving and a screech barreling up your throat. He doesn’t start off sucking too hard, instead just enjoys the way you feel in his mouth. Eventually, though, the whines you make are too decadent for him to resist making them ring louder. So he sucks harder at the little point and groans around the sensitive area so that it has vibrations shooting through you. 

“Finally being so good to me, tiyawn, aren’t you?” He says, taking a moment to release your nipple with an audible pop. “Laying yourself out for me to enjoy. I knew you could be a good girl.” 

You haven’t come to earn this praise yet, but it’s important to leave an alluring snippet that exhibits what could come if you only behave. As much as you may want to fight it, your nature won’t let you escape how good such praise feels. You are a stubborn woman but your body wants to submit to him. There is a part of you, no matter how deep you’ve buried it, that yearns to please your alpha. 

He snaps you back into the moment by softly closing his teeth around your left nipple. It takes a hand against your stomach to stop you from rolling onto your side and away from his soft torment. 

“It’s too sensitive! Stop!” Your pouted lips beg but your strengthening perfume gives your arousal away. Just as he figured, you’ve yet to experience how beautifully pleasure and pain intertwine. He rolls that bud sensually between his teeth before carefully giving it a tug. 

He alternates between tormenting your nipples and savoring the plush curve of your breasts with his hands and mouth. The skin is soft beneath his calloused palms. It has him wondering how it would feel to have that velvety skin squished around his cock and as he fucks your breasts. Neteyam swallows back the pooling saliva on his tongue, a string of it still connecting his lips to where he laid his last mark on your tits. It’s almost tempting enough to forgo his plans altogether and sate his lust driven curiosity, but Neteyam shakes it away.

The two of you will have plenty of time to experiment later. 

“Teyam, please no more. It’s too much!” Your pleas have died down in volume. Now they are coated with your labored breath as you try to control the pounding of your heart. 

“Too much, princess?” He questions and guides his hand down south to rest over your loincloth. “Or not enough?” When he cups your pussy through the fabric you roll up against him and chase whatever friction he is willing to give.  

It’s not nearly enough, he can tell from your disappointed expression when he pulls away entirely. Pupils blown wide and chest heaving to catch your breath, you remain silent as he reaches for the pouch attached to his tewng. 

Neteyam pulls out a line of woven crystals, much like the ones you wear in your hair but these were foraged from the caves near his home. There are fastens on either end of the chain that took far too much time for him to craft. 

“Is that for me?” Naturally you ask, that pretty face already showing how quick you are to forget what he was doing to you mere seconds ago once a shiny gift is presented. Neteyam fights the curve of his lips and keeps his every from rolling. Always so predictable.

“Just for you, princess.”

He had crafted it after his last visit to your village. Far before the Olangi clan thought the threat of Sky People was great enough to require protection but him and his father had been there to spread the news regardless. He knew before you even spoke that you thought the world was at your feet. Even the way you walked, spoke of a spoiled elegance. And when he had tried to sate his curiosity towards you with a conversation you were nothing but rude and spiteful towards him.

He knew then that you were going to be his, one or another. 

And so he started foraging for the crystals that first night back. 

“So pretty,” you murmur, voice airy. Those golden eyes narrow as you squint to look at it. Despite your current position and already wrecked voice, a sneaky little smirk forms over your lips. “But you miscounted. My hair is much longer than that.”

He lets you have your moment, watches as you grin up at him as if you have finally landed a critical blow. All for that to sizzle out when he bends down to whisper in your ear. 

“Who said anything about your hair?” 

The confused scrunch of your features doesn’t last long when he begins running the cool metal of the clamps up and down your right nipple. Nipple clamps are not a traditional erotic tool for the Na’vi so he’s certain you don’t believe your first instinct as to where that is going until he starts to pinch the right one to prepare it. 

“Neteyam, no! Get that away-” He clasps his other hand over your mouth again. Always the demands with you. Sooner than later you will learn that begging gets you a lot further with him. It’s a little trickier to prepare with only one hand available but Neteyam manages. 

The alpha plants a knee across your pelvis to keep you place while his right hand tugs at your nipples to confirm they are pointed enough to clamp onto. When the first clamp goes on your right nipple, your screeching goes up an octave. You know what to expect better when the left one is attached but that doesn’t diminish your reaction. 

Lovely little drama queen you are, the fit that follows is inevitable. He’s tested the clamps and consulted with several Sky People before deciding to use them on you so he knows there isn’t any real damage being done. Still, you are going to squirm and screech and, were it not for his hand, probably shout every insult you can think of at him, because you have never been punished like this. And your tantrums are what has worked for you in the past. 

He lets you fight it out as he holds you down. Neteyam doesn’t mind as it gives him time to admire his handy work. The chain of crystal connecting the clamps hang exquisitely between your curves. Those stiff points have turned a new shade of purple as they peek out between the clamp’s teeth. 

“Enough.” Neteyam finally quips back, tugging at the chain. A mix between a moan and groan rumbles from your throat. Once his hand has retreated he can hear the sound properly. Keeping his pointer finger curled around the crystal chain, the prince raises a warning brow at you. “Are you done throwing your fit?”

He watches your pupils dilate and lips curl into a pout.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like my gift?” 

“It hurts.” You whimper with a quivering bottom lip. It’s difficult to say how genuine the reaction is considering what a good little actress you are. 

He nods his head, mocking your pout with a feigned one upon his own lips. That only whips your stare into pointed daggers. 

“It’s supposed to, tiyawn. That’s why it is called punishment.” He kisses right above your left clamped nipple. “A term you may become very familiar with if you don’t fix your attitude.” 

Pulling back from where you glare, Neteyam settles himself beside you on his side. His left arm props against the rock to casually support his head while the right drags down your torso. The alpha’s ears perks at the little hiss you release when he just barely brushes the chain but he continues down south. 

Another time when the moon is still out he will kiss every little tanhi that dots your precious body until you cry for more. For now, he is only focused on one location. 

Neteyam can sense the heat of your core the second his fingertips slip beneath your loincloth’s waistband. You are soft and wet, just like he had imagined so many times. Flared nostrils greedily inhale your scent as he pauses to cup your entire pussy. Much like before, you can’t help but react to his touch. With a little more pressure in his firm hold, a trickle of wetness drops onto his palm. 

Fuck, you are inescapable!

You may believe he is to blame for this arrangement but the truth is you are the one that has trapped him since the moment he caught a whiff of your essence. It is him that has been utterly destroyed by his constant thoughts of you. 

“But I know that isn’t all there is to it, is there?” He continues, softly kissing your shoulder. “It’s not just pain you feel. There’s something else.” 

Your poor bottom lip has been utterly abused by your sharp teeth. Whatever sacrifice it takes for you to keep from admitting the truth to him. He discards your tewng with one hand. 

“A unique sense of-” He spreads your folds to suddenly massage your peeking clit with his pointer finger, stealing a gasp from you. “Pleasure.” Neteyam finishes with a grin. 

You turn to putty in his hands. The tension riddled along your muscles unravel as he rubs circles along your clit with just the right amount of pressure. When he clasps the chain between his teeth and tugs your eyes fly open, taking in your surroundings as if the pleasure has made you forget where you are entirely. 

“Can’t space out on me yet, princess. We still have more to discuss.” 

Talking appears to be the last thing on your mind, hips already rolling to hump against his hand. So close to the edge already that it causes a burst of pride to warm in his chest. Warm thighs bracket his hand as if afraid it will pull away at any moment. Smiling softly at the display, Neteyam smoothly covers your upper body with his own, nose to nose in a matter of seconds. 

There is nowhere for you to hide now, every microreaction bared for him. Those vibrant eyes remain locked on his own, but he catches the way they occasionally dart to his lips before returning. 

He doesn’t need to be told twice. 

Your lips against his are like decadent chocolate, the swirl of his tongue around your own is another burst of flavor he simply can not get enough of. And so the prince swirls the kiss into a languid roll of passion that leaves your lips ruby red and breaths coming out in puffs once he pulls away. 

His hand is drenched in your juices. So much so that when he switches to his thumb rubbing your clit and pointer finger tapping at your entrance, those soaking walls capture him at the first sign of intrusion. Your tight heat sucks in the first digit, pulsing around him greedily as your eyes roll back. 

Another tug to the chain and he has your attention again. 

“Let’s start with an easy question, tiyawn.” He starts. “What were you going to do to Ke’ve?”

Smart little thing that you are, or perhaps manipulative is a more accurate term, you act as if the pleasure has completely swept you away from understanding him. Beautiful little whimpers rumble in your throat and a look of pure lust crosses over your deceivingly innocent features. 

Neteyam isn’t willing to wait to see how you act your way out of this. 

His finger stops curling and thumb halts before his other hand pushes your thigh upward so that he can land a crackling spank to your ass. 

“Princess,” Neteyam drawls out in a mocking sing-song voice. “I’m running out of patience.”

The charade drops but your body trembles from the sudden lack of stimulation. 

“I was going to distract him.” It’s spoken so softly that his ears twitch and strain to make sure he hears you correctly. The finger inside of you restarts, curling up against your g spot while his thumb torments that bundle of nerves from the other side. 

“That’s a nice way of putting it.” He slots his face against the slope of your throat. The fragrance that is so uniquely you is especially strong here so there is no stopping the way his tongue naturally flicks out to draw a wet line from your collarbones to jaw. “Let me be more specific. How were you going to distract him?”

The context clues were clearly enough to put two and two together, but he still demands that you say it out loud. The first step to developing remorse is acknowledging what was done. 

When you take your time thinking up a strategic answer he cruelly pulls his finger out and jams a second one back with it on the thrust. Your toes curl and your face is turned to bury in your hair. 

“Princess.” 

No response, just a small whine as he scissor his long digits to stretch those velvet walls. 

“Were you going to suck his cock?” 

Your silence is rewarded with his hand stilling. The disappointment has your lips parting to no doubt say something far outside of a good girl’s vocabulary, but one raised brow has you falter in that decision. 

He twirls the middle of the chain around one finger so it is shortened and with each word he tugs it back sharply. 

“Were. You. Going. To. Suck. His. Cock.” 

“Ah mm Yes!” You gasp, eyes squeezed shut but pussy wildly pulsing around his fingers. 

“That’s what I thought.” He revels in the naive relief you exhibit when he begins his ministrations between your thighs again. How cute of you to think that a little truth would forgive your earlier sins. 

Neteyam prowls down your body, savoring the slide of your skin against his own until he is settled between your thighs that are now pushed over his shoulders and he has an unobstructed view of your greedy cunt. While diligently pushing you closer to an orgasm, the alpha takes special care to decide where his next visual claim will be laid. He decides on two spots. 

The first one is atop your upper thigh where it will be in clear view of anyone you come across and the second is harshly sucked into the sensitive flesh of your left inner thigh. 

“You will never walk upon Omatikay soil without my marks.” 

You don’t appear to hear him.

“Oh mm Neteyam…feels so good.” 

It might just be the first good thing you’ve said all day and his inner alpha purrs in deep satisfaction. Unfortunately for you, punishment comes before rewards. 

Retracting his hand entirely, Neteyam swipes the remnants of your sticky arousal over your inner thighs, painting his beautiful canvas. There is no time to complain at the loss before he is running the flat of his tongue from your convulsing pussy up over your clit and even navel. 

That wet muscle dances along and between your folds in practiced precision. Your essence tantalizes his very tastebuds until he is producing so much saliva that it is difficult to say how much of the wet mess at your apex is made from him versus you. He supposes in some ways he is responsible for both. 

The prince’s lips shine with the evidence when he pulls back to speak. 

“Do good girls do that?”

“Huh…what?” 

“Do good girls try to suck cocks that are not their alpha’s?” He reiterates, weaving a firm steel into his voice. 

“I…uh…no,” Comes your timid response. 

Those thick lashes flutter when he returns to feasting on your delicious cunt. It only lasts for a second, however, before he is speaking against the soft skin of your thighs. 

“That’s right, tiyawn. Good omegas know who they belong to.”

Your body jolts as if stung by lightning when his thumb rubs at your sensitive nub again. He can see it in your face now. His omega is just barely tipping on the edge of release. 

“So what do you think you should do about it?”

Breath borderline erratic the muscles in your legs tense in anticipation of that wonderful release. The same one that he roughly rips away when you don’t respond, not daring to even breath across your cunt. 

“No no please! I’m so close! Just a little longer. I wanna come!” 

“What do you think you should do about it?” Neteyam repeats, tampering down the smirk that threatens to cross his lips when he sees the way you whine and tugs at your bonds. 

“For…for what?” You’re so genuinely confused he has to hold back a coo at how adorable you look. 

“What do you think you should do to make up for trying to suck his cock?”

That little head of yours is working overtime to craft an intelligent response. It becomes all that much harder when he starts playing with your clit again, keeping you tantalizingly close to the edge but never over. 

“I…I could…I..”

“Yes?” Neteyam considers himself very patient but he is forced to halt his touch when you take too long to respond and get far too close to coming. 

“No wait! Why did you stop?” Your foot stomps against the rock like the spoiled brat that you are, so utterly confused and crestfallen at being denied for the first time. Has any male ever even tried to edge you? If your response is anything to go off of, it’s clear that he will be the first to teach you the joys of orgasm denial too. 

“Answer my question, oeyӓ tiyawn [my love].” 

Frustrated tears run from the corner of your eyes and this time Neteyam is positive they are genuine. Your little pout is broken by sharp teeth torturing your bottom lip again while you try to get a hold of yourself to respond properly. 

“I…I could suck your cock.” It comes out almost as a question but the prince is eager to take it. 

“There you go.” He hoists himself up to deposit a kiss on your lips before shrinking back down and continuing a very special kiss between your legs. Your pretty thighs immediately clamp around his head, shaking so hard he can feel the vibrations. As much as he wants to taste your release properly he can’t pass up the opportunity to see your face for the first time as you come.

So the alpha escapes the cage of your thighs and replaces his tongue with skilled fingers the fuck up into your pussy and play with that precious bundle of nerves. He kisses his way up your body, this time being mindful of the crystal chain, until he is nuzzling against your cheek. The woodsy essence of his own scent will integrate there, letting everyone know that you have been claimed. 

“Such a smart girl my omega is. So good for her alpha.” 

That is your undoing. Like a woven tapestry he watches you unravel into an explosion of pure ecstasy. All of this time you’ve denied yourself the wondrous caress of an alpha’s praise. It’s left you with no defenses once finally showered with his sweet words. Neteyam groans deeply beneath your whiny scream, savoring the way his hand is now properly drenched as he rides you through the orgasm. 

You don’t register when Neteyam pulls away. In fact your head is so high above the clouds that it’s only when your hands drop like a dead weight against the boulder that you realize Neteyam has cut your bonds. 

It feels as if the world is a hazy blur of color, everything so vibrant and wondrous as you come down from that high. Even the simple kisses Neteyam gives to each of your wrists feels like drinking sunshine. In fact it is so incredible that you instantly crave more. 

More of him. 

More of this electric pleasure.

Anything and everything that has brought you into such a happy state. 

However, when the prince comes to carefully help you off the boulder and back onto your feet, it’s suddenly clear what it will take to get another taste of cloud nine. And in this case, that means tasting him. 

Neteyam hardly needs to prompt you onto your knees. Whatever is brewing inside of you is now your new addiction and somehow being at eye level with his crotch has never seemed more appealing. Your alpha wants you to atone for your sins, perhaps then he will grant you another orgasm. Well if taking him down your throat is redemption then you are going to be good at this game. 

Past experience is the foundation of your confidence. 

Hands still shaking with aftershock, they fumble to get a hold of his tewng. You’re about to catch hold of the waistband and simply rip the fabric down when strong hands catch your wrists. You look up at him in bewilderment. What type of man stops a woman on her knees second before he is about to get his dick sucked?

“We’re not going to do this your way, princess. If you want to make it up to me then you will learn to follow my instructions.” 

In some ways it’s borderline insulting. What is wrong with the way you suck a male off? No man has ever complained. And if they did, how would Neteyam even know? He’s never experienced nor witnessed what you do. But of course as an alpha he must believe he knows best. 

Typical.

Those thoughts don’t bubble into words, however, because as much as you would like to prove how fucking fantastic you are all on your own, you don’t want it more than another orgasm. Preferably by the means of his skilled tongue.

When he drops your wrists you shift uncomfortably, both impatience and the tight press of the clamps around your nipples creates the undeniable need to squirm. All while Neteyam simply watches you from above, perfectly calm and entertained by your position. 

That is until you go to shift the clamps and your wrists are immediately snagged again. 

“Did I say you could touch that?” He asks, that smooth voice taking on a smoky edge. Just when you are about to pout, however, Neteyam pulls your hands to place them along his upper thighs. You don’t need to be told twice. Running your hands along the smooth skin and squeezing the corded muscle there is a nice enough distraction to silence your objections. 

That is, until a new distraction presents itself. 

His long fingers carefully start to undo the ties of his tewng. Done at such a leisured pace it’s obvious he is determined to torture you, even pausing at one point to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before finally lets the cloth fall away. 

Excitement quickly mingles with apprehension when you see what you are faced with. 

Beta males have always satisfied you with their size, just enough to make you choke a little and hit that special spot inside of you. However, you’ve forgotten entirely what it means to be with an alpha. Neteyam’s cock curves up against his lower abs, fully hard and already sporting a drop of precum. But even the thought of fitting your mouth around that bulbous head, let alone trying to get the massive length down your throat makes your ears begin to twitch. 

All confidence quickly drains from your face. 

“Are you ready to listen now?” 

Finally peeling your gaze away from his twitching cock, you look up at him to see him staring down at you with the same intensity. 

“Yes.” You whisper, suddenly grateful for promised instruction now that you’ve been properly thrown for a loop. Perhaps you should have branched out to fucking with alphas at least once, just to know the difference properly. Because now you feel like a proper virgin waiting for their first lesson on giving a blow job. 

Surprisingly there is one feeling that rises higher than your trepidation.

Curiosity. 

Somehow the challenge before you sparks a further interest. A need to map out every part of his body until it has become less mysterious. Until it feels familiar beneath your hands.

And as if Neteyam can read your thoughts, he says, “You can explore now, tiyawn. Take your time.” 

Take your time. Not the direction you would expect from a male whose cock is fully hard and jerking against his lower stomach. You had thought all alphas to be forceful, wanting to claim and fuck in a quick and dirty fashion. But Neteyam stays true to his word when your hands slowly travel up his thighs. 

You are given more than enough time to familiarize yourself with the area. You start small, running the pads of your fingers down his muscular abdomen to feel each and every muscle there. Then once a little bit of confidence has been regained they come to rest around his base. 

The dark blue shade of his skin elegantly bleeds into a beautiful purple the closer to the tip it goes. All to then end on a subdued shade of pink along his head and balls. Even without the moonlight you can make out the small tanhi that dot along his skin. They lead along the side, creating a trail beside the thick vein lacing the underside of this cock before fanning out around the tip. As if they were perfectly crafted to entice your eyes towards the prize. 

Neteyam’s tail lashes the first time you run your fingers over him. His arousal is an essence that infiltrates the very air around you like a thick cloud. Surely he must be anxious for you to hurry up, but the prince keeps his body strictly in place for your exploration. 

It is only when he catches your tongue swiping over your bottom lip that he speaks up. 

“You can use your tongue, tiyawn.” With an inaudible gasp you pull back in surprise, practically forgetting he was there. An amused grin shows off his pearly white teeth, never faltering as you hesitate for a moment. “Are you feeling shy, princess?” 

“No.” You bite back even as your stomach does a somersault. 

“Remember, I will guide you. No need to stress.” His fingers run through your scalp and in spite of how good that feels you rear back and glare at him. 

You don’t need help. And you sure as hell are not shy. So what if you are a little caught off guard? That does not give him the right to treat you like an omega virgin ripe for the picking. 

So you draw forward and boldly draw the flat of your tongue slowly from the base to tip. Much like he had done between your own thighs. Because much like him, you are not afraid and you are not one to hand the reins over easily. 

What you do not anticipate is how the taste of him blossoms over your tastebuds. It sends a thrill through you that is difficult to conceal as you go in for another taste. It gets sloppy very quickly. The moment you try to take the head into your mouth, your nerves get the better of you and that ends up making you draw back. 

Just in time as Neteyam slots a hand in your dark locks and grabs hold of the roots. “Why are you rushing, omega?” 

“I am not.” 

“Follow my directions. No need to prove yourself.” He says, but he already wears a crooked smirk. 

It continues like this back and forth until you are finally tired of having your head yanked back by your hair so you wait for his instructions. Neteyam is meticulous in the way he has you explore, the way he forces you to taste him before even giving you the chance to take him into your mouth. 

But when you do finally take in the first few inches your inner omega springs forth without reserve. You feel every ridge and vein of his cock as they slip past your outstretched lips. And that stretch, that utterly deniable feeling of being stretched full, is what has you drawing in for more. 

Before now being on your knees has always felt like a place of power. You’ve riddle men down to whimpering messes just by the skilled trace of your tongue. You’ve swallowed everything they’ve had to give while they’ve sung curses to the sky. It is them that is rendered entirely insatiable as you hold their pleasure in the palm of your hand. 

It doesn’t feel that way now. 

It’s hard to determine what he awakens within you but every time you are pulled off of his cock and told to take a moment to breathe, it is you that feels insatiable. You figured it would get better once Neteyam fell deep enough into his own ecstasy but somehow the evidence of his pleasure only escalates your own addiction. You can never get enough of him. 

Never will you tire of seeing his magnificent neck on display when he throws his head back with a rumbled groan. Never will you suck down the taste of him enough to satisfy your carnal desires. And never will there be a more magnificent feeling than the wash of his praise over you as your throat contracts and you gags around him. 

It is him that leaves you ravenous. 

“All the way down now, princess. That’s it, you can take it.” 

You’d take just about anything this man says at gospel at this point. A fact that is evident by the way you no longer hesitate to sheath him down your throat when commanded. And when those sinfully gorgeous hips start to move, you fight every need for breath and simply let him fuck your throat without complaint. 

In fact it is you that complains when you are given a chance to breathe, tears streaking down your face and drool coating your chin. 

“No whining.” Neteyam tsks, wagging a finger playfully. It would normally piss you off but now it only registers as the absence of praise. So when he continues to the pattern, moaning and bucking his hips only to pull off seconds later, you bite back the urge to cry and beg for his cum. “Just get me wet, princess. Tongue out. There you go.” 

It makes no sense, but then again that seems to be the theme when it comes to Neteyam. He demands you suck him off only to deny you the pleasure of feeling him shoot down your throat. Your pretty face is nothing but a mess of tears and spit when he finally rears you back for the last time. For a moment it seems possible he will jerk himself off and finish across your face or pinched nipples but his next direction has your tail tucking. 

“There’s my good girl. Now stand up for me.” 

“Neteyam.” You whine but he is quick to grab hold of that crystal chain and force you to your feet as your nipples ache. 

“Are you still wet for me, omega? Spread your legs.” He slides a hand between your thighs to inspect the evidence of just how aroused you truly are. “Very good girl.” He grins against your ear, as if he didn’t already know how desperate he has made you. 

It’s only a second of attention to your clit before he is taking your hand and dragging you through the forest. 

Neteyam has always been known for being meticulous. Or in Lo’ak’s words, obsessive. He has lived his life with a plan and great attention to detail. So when he has you following him, your hand in his own, he can’t help but look for the perfect spot to take you. The ideal place where he can admire you spread out for him and finally experience what it is to be inside of that sweet little body. 

He’s pleased to find you put up no fuss when he coerces you onto your stomach with your face down and ass up. In fact, your spine curves as you look back at him, a seductive gleam in your eyes that says you are still not above playing games to get what you want. 

“M’ready.” You sigh against the grass, tail curling upwards to give him access. It may as well be the equivalent of snapping your fingers in a fetching command. Regardless, Neteyam decides to let you off this time, especially when you are creating the most gorgeous display for him. 

Your pussy clenches around open air, your cunt an absolute mess that has dripped down between your thighs. There is no mistaking what you want. 

But that doesn’t mean that is what you’re going to get. 

You don’t immediately react when he uses both hands to knead and spread your plump cheeks apart, but when he begins to push a finger at your tightest hole, you squeak and draw back. With a stern hand gripping your hip he pulls you back against him where he kneels. Tentatively you trust him once more only to squirm when he only sticks his fingers into your pussy in order to collect your slick arousal and spread it between your cheeks. 

“Neteyam!”

“Mawey, princess. You’ll like it, I promise.” And you will, despite your better judgment. 

“No, not there!” Were it not for the hazy glow he has you in now you surely would claw his eyes out for even suggesting such a thing but with his thumb reaching down to rub at your sensitive clit, your defenses are greatly weakened. 

“And why not, tiyawn?”

“I want you to fuck me.” You drawl with a whine. 

“And I am.” Neteyam slinks up so his chest is pressed against your back, pushing away your hair so he can whisper in your ear. “I am going to fuck my spoiled brat until the only words she can manage to utter are thank you and my name.”

You sputter at his sensual words, pussy trying to clamp around the finger that swirls through your juices. 

“But that’s…t-that’s not what I mean.” 

“Are you nervous, tiyawn?”

“N-no.”

“No male has ever tried to stretch this little hole before, have they?” 

You simply attempt to tuck your face away from him as it turns a lovely shade of red. Neteyam grins and kisses your cheek. 

“I am going to take every first you have left, princess. I will fuck all of your holes over and over again, including this naughty little hole.” A shudder ripples through your trapped frame. “Your greedy pussy too but the first time I do that we will bonded beneath Vitraya Ramunong so until then…” He grips your hip to keep you in place when his lubed finger finally starts pushing past that clenching rim.

“Breathe oeyӓ tiyawn.” He hushes your whines. It takes considerable effort to coax you into relaxing for him but Neteyam finds that the right amount of praise and gentle kisses seems to get the job done. 

Fuck, you are so incredibly tight! It feels as if you are trying to cut off the circulation in his fingers as he adds another. His heart races at those pulsing walls around his cock. You do nothing to aid his patience as little pants filtering from your lips and soon your eyes are fluttering closed. 

You won’t want to admit it, but this new pleasure has you entirely hooked. A strange sensation no doubt, and even uncomfortable at times he can tell as you struggle to take a third finger but so too do you eventually start pushing your hips back against the intrusion. 

Holding you in place is no longer required, allowing his other hand to slip to the front of your body and resume strumming your clit. Grass becomes intertwined with the sparkling crystals in your hair due to the way you keep turning your head to whine and squirm. 

“I wish you could see how perfect you look like this. Sweet little ass sucking in my fingers like it was made for this. I knew I’d see you like this someday, my pretty brat learning to behave.”

“F-fuck you.” You sputter.

Neteyam can’t even find it within himself to be mad when you are clenching around him like this. He’ll take care of that naughty mouth soon, but for now he is content to focus on making your body fully submit to him. 

“As you wish, omega.” 

The prince pulls his fingers out and makes sure to spread more of your natural lube over his cock. He feels like he could bust any moment just looking at your hole clenching at the loss. The gleam in your eyes when he lines the head of his cock up to your tightest hole gives him all the information he needs to know. 

“Teyam!” You gasp just before his head makes it past the entrance. 

“Doing so good for me, omega. Stay nice and relaxed.”

“It’s not going to fit.” The protest is greatly undermined by the way your pussy leaks juices down your thigh. 

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll make it fit.” 

And true to his word, Neteyam patiently rears forward and rubs sinful circles over your clit until his pelvis is cushioned by your plush ass. 

“Oh my Eywa!” You quiver, thighs no longer doing the work to keep you up. 

“What was it you said about getting off your ass?”

“You fucking…Oh…asshole.” Your insults are barely tangible as he begins with shallow thrusts. “Oh my…oh…aahh.”

“Different than you thought, isn’t it?” He smirks, but even he has to close his eyes and take a moment to breathe. Your walls cinch around him so tightly it feels as if you're trying to strangle his cock. Even his shallow thrusts take considerable effort, even more difficult not to prematurely fill you with his seed every time those gummy walls pulse. “Deep breathes. Let yourself enjoy it.” 

“M-more.”

His ears perk, wondering if he has misheard you.

“What was-”

“More! Move now! Move fucking now I swear-” The air is punched from your lungs when he harshly rears back to the tip before plunging himself all the way inside again. The noise that escapes you is one he has never heard before and he knows for a fact that it rings loud enough through the trees for the others to detect. 

Grasping a handful of hair he pulls you up onto your knees so that your back is flush against his chest. From this vantage point he can see the crystal chain sparkling in the sunlight. 

“Is that any way to ask for what you want?” He rumbles against your ear. 

The sound of clapping skin echoes through the forest as you eagerly push yourself back against his now brutal pace. 

“Teyamteyamteyam,” Comes your endless spew, head thrown back against his shoulder. He’s too lost in his own ecstasy to chew you out for not answering his question. Instead he roughly manhandles you off of his cock and pushes you to lay down on your back. 

“But-”

Legs thrown around his waist he sinks back inside to the hilt. “You need to learn some fucking patience, princess.”

“I’m sorryyyyy!” You drawl but those little hands are already grasp at his biceps, demanding that he slots himself closer. Looking down he swears he can practically see his cock moving in your stomach. 

“How are these pretty tits doing, hm?” Swooping down, he leaves sloppy kisses around your secured nipples, groaning when your fingers claws at his hair to pull him closer. “Tell me the truth now, princess. Tell me how much you love me my cock in your ass.” 

He knows you're far gone when a response comes back without any fight. “I love..ngh..ah…I love your cock in my ass. Don’t stop, alpha. Pleasepleaseplease.” 

“Take a breath for me.” He commands softly and the second you comply he undoes both claps in tandem. In some ways he has heard that taking them off is more painful than putting them on. If that is true, you must have a secret love for such pain because you bare down on him so hard that it takes everything within him not to bust inside of you. 

“Fuck!” You curse, yanking him down impossibly closer. “Neteyam!” 

“Good girl, princess. My good girl.” He murmurs between sloppy kisses laid on your chest. He licks gently over your pointed nipples in efforts to soothe them. 

Neteyam’s own patience is quickly unraveling but he wants to come in time with you. He wants you to squirt across him as he paints your walls white. So with his own breaths coming out in pants and hips ricketing at a desperate speed, he reaches between you and assaults that little bundle of nerves. 

“Come on, brat. Do as you're told for once and come for me.” 

You steal the very air from his lungs. Your silky walls milk him dry as you come around him. Stars dot his vision and his abdomen flexes at the pure pressure of his own release. He spills himself inside of you as your nails dig into his shoulder blades. 

When he finally does come down from that high, your grip won’t release. His name is a whispered mantra on your lips as you pull his heavy body atop of yours. He falls without resistance, crushing you beneath him. 

You’re overwhelmed. It makes him both proud and spiteful that no other male has truly managed to get you into this floaty state before. From the way you claw at him as if he is the very oxygen you rely on, it’s clear you don’t know how to handle such new intense emotions. To think you’ve gone so many years without truly satisfying your omega. 

“I’ve got you, omega. Your alpha’s here.” He tries to prop himself up on an elbow to relieve some of his body weight from you, but that has your panic rising. With an endless draw of sweet nothings he presses himself back down just in time for your lips to demand his. 

That anxiety gradually smoothes away the longer he indulges the impromptu makeout session. When his tongue swirls around yours, your movements become more leisurely. Even the very nature of the kiss becomes lazy while you softly play with his neat braids. 

“Teyam…”

“Yes princess?” He checks to make sure your breathing has finally turned back to normal after pulling away. 

“I’m ready to sleep.” You say as a matter of fact. 

“No tiyawn we still-” It’s too late. Chest somehow managing to rise and fall beneath his weight and eyes fluttered closed, you are dead to the world. Very typical fashion for you to simply state your wants as reality without waiting for any protests. 

He rolls his eyes fondly before carefully situating both of you onto your sides. His legs feel like thin vines walloping in the wind. Neteyam has to hold back a groan when he finally manages to slip out of you. Bathing in the sunlight with you tucked against his side, he allows himself one moment to recover and bask in the feeling. 

And when that moment is gone, he does everything in his power to dress and clean up both of you without disturbing your slumber. Your hair is still tangled and the echoing screams are sure to be enough evidence of what has happened between you two but when he walks out carrying you bridal style, he playfully glares at the other males who are anxious to make their teasing comments. They will beat him up about it later, for now it is important that you sleep. 

With narrowed eyes and a hiss he demands their silence before he situates you in front of him on the pa’li. Facing sideways on the horse you snuggle closer in your sleep, body shivering. You only wake for a second so that he can slip his thick poncho over the both of you. This way you are kept warm and eyes are shielded from the sun as you sleep.

“Well?” Tak’nal, his second in command, asks with a raised brow. 

“Problem solved.” Neteyam says simply. “Let’s go home.”

Writing this felt like a fever dream😂🫠 Please don't be shy, let me know what you think😚💗

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[kabukiaku]

pick up that satanic popstar and let him kiss you!!!!

and no Terzo's not 4' 9" here omega is just very beeg.

[shalomniscient]

Hi!! I absolutely ADORE all your Feixiao prompts...thinking about the knotting prompts for DAYS. how comfortable are you with exhibitionism?? i can't help but think of Feixiao taking her omega in front of lingsha. Maybe she lets her join in on the fun....

[nsft utc]

SEE OKAY here’s my thesis of it all. alpha!feixiao very much dom tops omega!reader and omega!lingsha, INDIVIDUALLY. however if she’s dealing with TWO omegas at the same time she becomes a complete sub, either top or bottom. i know that sounds insane BUT two demanding, needy omegas is a lot for a girlie to handle and if one’s riding her face and the other is sucking her off or riding her dick stupid then she’s gonna lose a few braincells yk?

at that point feifei just becomes an alpha you and lingsha share and boss around and it turns her on more than she ever thought possible. she barely has enough time to breathe after slipping out of lingsha having knotted her for the past half hour before you push her flat on her back and start riding her. she’s trembling, hips stuttering unevenly unsure if she wants to chase the stimulation or run from it. whines and strangled groans fall freely from her lips until lingsha shifts over to swallow them all in a greedy, needy kiss, taking one of feixiao’s hands on your hips to slide between her legs. the poor general can only make a strained noise when she feels her own cum drip out of the healer onto her fingers, and lingsha mewls in satisfaction as those same fingers push it all back in. feixiao cums pretty much immediately when her knot slips inside you, whimpering, and the sound makes both you and lingsha shudder. the two of you press kisses to her neck, then bite, and you keen, pleased, at the extra spurt of cum that feixiao shoots into you at the sensation. she’d also noticeably twitch inside you if you and lingsha start making out. as a bonus if you and lingsha suck her off together… lingsha bobbing her head on the tip while you kiss and lick at her base she literally turns into the subbiest bottom to ever bottom no i don’t take criticism

anyway rip to the general she won’t be leaving the bed for the next like four days lmao

[pinktasticplastixx]

GET OUT OF MY HEAD KURT WAGNER RHRHRGRHRGRHRGRHR he’s my new silly

[razberrypuck]

some of omega's dialogue about metal sonic

[bunnyboysrus]

Of Monsters and Omegas

I read this a/b/o thing a while ago, I don't even know who the original was by I can't find it again y-y

but it had a thing I'd never seen in a/b/o before, with an idea of an alpha, claim biting another alpha and turning them into an omega (talked to a friend and it turns out this is a thing that has been written about more than once, im just out of touch and its not even friday) and it was an amazing story, super well written, I just personally didn't like the ending cause I'm the #1 advocate for brat readers and not the biggest fan of crybabies or the total pheromone brainwashing that people write for omegas that make them do the complete opposite of what they would normally do, I'd like to think they have more resistance to the chemicals than that albeit at the cost of some physical and psychological pain. so im writing my own, thingy, with a different ending.

18+ Minors DNI - 6.3k words Content Warnings: stalking, obsession, death, fighting, violence, blood, torture(?), kidnapping, noncon touching, suggestive, gangs, some degradation, reader is referred to as 'princess' gender neutrally (im new to this so if theres anything i forgot pls let me know)

The heavy sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoed against the stone walls of the alleyway concealing the battered figures of the people fighting within it. One person lay dazed and immobile on the ground already, followed shortly by a second body, this one out cold before he even hit the ground. The last two fighters standing were locked in a desperate grapple, and despite having been beset upon by three assholes at once, the would-be victim who had been pulled into the alley on their way home from a long day of college classes gains the upper hand for the third and final time. Your muscles burn as you grunt and send the last assailant flying into the hard brick wall, one final crack ringing through the tight, dark space as they slide down the wall onto the dirty ground, right into an unfortunately placed puddle of dumpster juice. They leave a splatter of blood on the stone where the back of their head split on the stained grit.

Blood drips from the knuckles of the hand you run through the sweaty hair slicked to your forehead as you stoop and pick up your backpack from where it had been tossed to the side. You spot a wallet on the ground, knocked out of someone's pocket at some point during the fight, and pocket the cash from that too, for the inconvenience. These scumbags were lucky they weren't dead, yet, anyway. For this? They'd probably be killed within the week once you gave their ID's to your older sister.

You continue on your way back home, wiping the blood off your knuckles and face with the sleeve of your coat as you go.

Why those grunts had seemingly staked you out was beyond you, other than the obvious reason of being a member of their gang's most vicious and historied rival. Your family was a notorious one, a family business dealing mostly in drugs but with a few spare hands in money laundering and data gathering. You were fully aware that what your family did was illegal in a dozen different ways, but it was what you had grown up in, it was what paid for your lavish lifestyle, so who were you to be judgmental? Besides, to compromise within a morally gray area, you know your family prefers to keep things as bloodless as possible, less clean up and attention that way. As a fresh adult who was only in your second year of college however, you were ignorant to most of those details, and chose to be so. You understood why your family didn't want to involve you just yet, and you didn't care to dig into it, the longer you could go with less responsibilities, the better. So, for now, you were content to stay in the dark and live your carefree, well-funded life.

Of course, that didn't mean you were naive or anything. You know very well that you were in constant danger of being attacked or killed, even as you lived a perfectly normal college life. So, as any self-respecting alpha would, you worked out intensely and routinely, to the point of being intimidating even to other alphas. Running into a few punks here and there was nothing to you, even when they came in groups like they had today.

The remaining smears of blood on your knuckles have dried into a crust by the time you get home. Once you've kicked off your shoes at the door, you hide the gory evidence of your altercation in your coat pockets as you step into the living room of your family's manor. Your sisters, Nina, the youngest, and Esme, older than you but younger than your brothers, Leon and Silas, are sitting on the couch closest to the TV, a drama of some sort playing as they shared a bowl of strawberries. Nina beams at you from the couch.

"Hey! How was your day?"

Nina was still in high school, which in your opinion was way worse than college, so the fact that she still had the spunk and energy to greet you so enthusiastically warmed your heart. You smile back at her as you head for the stairs.

"It was pretty good, I finally finished that project so now I don't have to stay late at the library anymore."

"That's great! That means you'll be home early enough to watch Cats of Heaven with me!"

"I should have enough time for that, sure." You chuckle. You had no clue what that was, but if you had to guess, knowing your sister it was the newest silly cartoon that she had become infatuated with. At least she wasn't trying to get you to watch the insufferable dramas that she liked to watch with Leon and Esme, like what was on now, but you would never admit to your siblings how corny you thought those kinds of shows were. You could only hope Cats of Heaven was something more entertaining than the standard soap operas you'd observed.

"There's pizza in the kitchen." Esme calls to you as you start up the stairs.

Ah, so Leon isn't home yet. The oldest of your siblings was the one who normally cooked, more often than even your mother. You call back an acknowledgement before jogging up the stairs to your room. After cleaning yourself of the day's grime, and the blood of course, you change clothes and trot back downstairs, heading for the kitchen to obtain some of the aforementioned pizza. Getting past the group project you'd been working on for the past three months meant more free time after school for the immediate future, and you were all too keen to relax with your family, even if it meant slogging through a show that was potentially horrendous.

You pad back into the living room, already halfway through one of the five slices of cheesy divinity on your plate. You were just sitting down between Esme and Nina when the sound of keys in the front foyer made you all perk up.

"I thought they weren't coming back for another few days?" Esme voices the question on all of your minds, 'they' being your parents and oldest brother, who had left on a business trip a little under a week ago.

"Maybe they finished work early and wanted it to be a surprise." Nina suggests happily, as the sound of footsteps in the hallway grows closer. You're hit with a sudden wave of apprehension at the same time as Esme, both of you standing abruptly to move in front of your youngest sister as a crowd of strangers step into the room with shameless casualness. Leading them, is an imposing alpha man with ink black hair tied at the nape of his neck and burning red eyes so piercing it almost made you shiver to be caught in their gaze. Almost.

The only thing that overpowered the rising fear was anger.

You sprint directly for the leader, arm pulled back for a haymaker, but some beta grunt gets in your way and takes the blow. It's clear from the confidence with which he steps in that he was unprepared for the force behind the fist, and ends up on his face on the floor, dead to the world. The first swing immediately spurs the others into action, and they surge around their leader to subdue you. It turns out to be a much harder endeavor than any of them anticipate, even when one lackey throws themself onto your back to weigh down your movement, you move as though the weight wasn't there at all, ramming backwards and crushing the brave idiot and one other against the wall. You're about to make another lunge for the leader, who has so far been lounging in an insufferably smug manner against the wall, watching the fight but not bothering to get involved, when you hear a shrill scream behind you that stops you cold.

You turn back to see Nina trapped in the arms of a muscly thug, and Esme thrashing on the ground at her feet, held down by two others. Your rage surges and you move to attack their captors, but the momentary distraction caused by your little sister's distress is all the time that's needed for three more men to jump on you and drag you to the ground. It takes 5 people altogether to hold you down as you curse and struggle against their hold trying to reach your sisters.

The leader of the home invasion chuckles condescendingly as he finally moves from his spot against the wall and walks closer, kneeling down by your face, a tight smile on his face that holds no amusement.

"You're just as feisty as ever, second youngest. I've heard all about your track record in fights, your unbroken win streak was so intimidating that I thought for sure it'd take more than that to subdue you. I'm a little disappointed."

"Fuck you!!!" It's all you can manage to spit out amongst your fury and exhaustion; normally you'd be able to throw off even five people, at least enough to get an arm free to strike out, but you were already worn out from your earlier fight. That, and a literal glob of spit that lands splat dab against the side of the assault leader's nose; damn, so close to hitting him in the eye.

The room goes cold and still, the thugs surrounding you and your siblings seem to take in a collective breath of anxiety, looking nervously to their leader for his reaction. To their surprise, he simply stares down intensely at the struggling alpha on the floor as he wipes the spit off his cheek... and licks it off his thumb.

"Oh, are you sure that's smart? You might not care about your own compromised position... but you care about theirs, right?" He glances over to the men holding down your sisters and in response to an unspoken signal, they draw knives and hold them menacingly against their throats. Esme growls furiously, but Nina screams again in fear as tears pour down her cheeks.

"Stop! Stop it, don't terrorize them! You're here for me, right?! Then just take me outside and beat me to death if that's what you want but leave them alone!!!" You still sound enraged, but even you are aware of the fear that leaks into your voice.

"Aww, worried for your sisters? Me too." The faux amusement in the alpha leader's voice is gone now, replaced with a cold fury chilling enough to send a zing of worry into your spine. The leader grabs a fistful of your hair in a painfully tight grip as he pulls your head up, his other hand spinning a set of keys around his finger. Your blood runs cold when you zero in on the plastic pink dolphin hanging on the ring.

Those are your mother's keys.

"You seem to think I'm here because you put a few grunts into the hospital. You're mistaken." The alpha tilts his head as his eyes pierce into yours, searching, but for what, you don't know. "You aren't aware of what your brother's been up to, are you?"

"You'll have to be more specific; I have two." You huff, trying not to stare too obviously at the dolphin, trying desperately not to think of what it might mean of your mother's fate for this asshole to be holding those keys.

"Silas." The alpha says icily, speaking the name like a curse.

Warily, you shake your head, the clawed grip on your head barely allowing the movement. "No, I'm not aware of anything my brothers and parents are involved in."

"That's unfortunate... But I'm already aware of that. It's cute, honestly, did they think leaving you out of the loop would keep you safe and uninvolved?" He gives your hair a sharp tug, eliciting a hiss from the fuming alpha. "All it did was make you the perfect tool for revenge."

"What the fuck are you even talking about you piece of shi-" The leader slams your face into the ground, and although the floor is carpeted, it only buffers the brunt force so much. When the leader lifts your head back up, your nose is dripping blood.

"I'm talking now. Unless you want me to kill your sisters in front of you, you'll shut the fuck up and listen like a good little bitch."

A growl rumbles through you which is met with another face first kiss into the floor, but the alpha doesn't signal anything to the thugs holding your sisters.

"Listen well, as I won't repeat myself. Silas kidnapped my sister, and I can only assume he claimed her. That, or he killed her, but I doubt it. Your mother was helping him to keep them both hidden, and to her credit she refused to sell him out, no matter how much we hurt her." The spinning of the keys stops abruptly as the leader catches them in his palm before dangling them in front of you. "I guess she didn't stop to think about what that choice might mean for her other children, left so innocent and unaware at home, alone. Maybe she had a favorite?"

Your blood runs cold as you take in the intruder's words. You had never been particularly close with Silas, hell, none of your siblings were. He had always been very distant with his siblings, while the rest of you went on to be incredibly close with one another, leaving Silas as the odd one out. That wasn't to say you hadn't all at some point tried to get closer with him, he had simply always made it clear he had no interest. This was probably also fueled by the coddling you had all observed from your mother; Silas had always been her golden boy, incapable of wrongdoing.

"I had no idea... None of us did." You can only hope the sincerity is clear in your voice and face; you genuinely had no idea your brother had done such a thing or was even capable of doing such. If the kidnapping was fueled by anything other than the feud between your families... The thought made you sick.

The leader considers your words, his chilling gaze never wavering in the slightest from yours.

"I believe you. From what I gather, based on what we were able to discern from the phone we took from your mother, she and he were the only ones in on it."

Your relief is short lived when a cruel, mirthless smirk creeps over the leader's face. There's a sudden sting in the side of your neck, you barely have time to register the pinch of pain before darkness rushes into your vision from all sides.

"However... That doesn't alleviate you of the consequences."

A sudden splash of cold drags you unwillingly out of the darkness. You open your eyes, gasping, taking in the dirty, gray stone, the puddle surrounding you; you're no longer in your living room. You now find yourself somewhere dark and cemented on all sides, the cold dampness pervading the space the kind that only comes from being underground. The only illumination comes from a single bare bulb swinging on a frayed wire over your head, the light it casts only making the space feel more unnerving.

Looming over you, face cast eerily in the darkness clumping up around the edges of the bulb's dingy light, is the leader of the home invasion. His red eyes are black in the shadow, but still alight with something cruel and mocking. He has a bucket in his hand, empty save for the last few drops of water clinging to the lip, the rest of it covering you.

"Good morning, princess. Sleep well?"

It's just the two of you, alone. No guards, no thugs, no sign of your sisters. You process this information a split second before you register the weight clamped down around your arms and waist, metal rattling loudly through the small space when you try to lunge for him, only to be stopped short by a chain attached to the wall behind you. You twist your arms violently, feeling the bite of handcuffs digging into your wrists, chains pulling taught where they're wrapped around your waist. Your captor laughs at your efforts.

It's when you growl in response to the taunting laughter that you feel more metal on your face. A muzzle. You can't suppress the fury thrashing around in your chest like a wild animal, growing more and more violent the more humiliation is piled on. The abduction, the laughter, the restraints, the muzzle. You kick and pull and yank and spit and snarl, don't stop even when the metal bites and blood makes your skin slippery against the cuffs.

"Aww, throwing a tantrum now? Cute." The words are barely enough warning before you're shoved onto your back, arms grinding painfully between the restrains and the dirty floor.

Your captor straddles you, his weight keeping your body pressed flat to the ground while one hand settles into the curve of your throat and squeezes. His palm presses lightly into your airway at the same time that his thumb rubs slow, pensive circles in the dip between your neck and collar. You shiver apprehensively when it brushes over the scent gland in your neck.

"I already told you I don't know where your sister is. Fucking kill me already so you can get even, just don't hurt my sisters. They're not involved!"

"Second time you've asked me to kill you... you seem quite keen on it." He smirks. "Unfortunately, you're all involved by virtue of simply being a part of that family. I know none of you are stupid enough to be completely ignorant to your family's doings."

Another growl bubbles up in your throat, only to be choked into silence when your captor tightens his grip around your neck.

"You know, I've thought for a while now that the older you've gotten, the less happy you've looked. The worst time, was right after your high school graduation, it was like the last of your light had left your eyes." His smile softens into something pitying, bordering on sympathetic even, but all you feel is chills running up and down your spine. "You always used to be so carefree, and spirited, it was crushing to see you looking so worn down and sad. It took me a while to realize what was killing the happy you I love so much."

The hands around your neck loosen as the leader leans down, hips shifting against your crotch as he moves, completely unbothered by the water soaking into his pants. He brings his face to your ear, lips grazing against the shell of it.

"Don't you think trying so hard to posture around like a big tough alpha is exhausting? I know it is, I know intimately the sort of shit we go through to come out on top as the strongest, the worthiest... But that struggle never suited you, did it? You've always seemed too sweet for it to me, more like an omega than an alpha."

You can't help but take the opportunity to thrust your head forward and slam it into your captor's face, forcing him back into his upright position. Ignoring the stalker shit this guy was just babbling was difficult, but you decided to skip it for now since honestly you didn't really wanna hear the details...

"You've gotta be shitting me, I've sent hundreds of you losers to the hospital and the grave since I was a middle schooler. If you're seriously trying to compare me to an omega, then I know you're full of it and just trying to piss me off."

He raises an eyebrow, surprisingly not retaliating against the bonk to his head, not yet at least.

"So, what would you call the manicures you get monthly with your sister?"

"I call that self-care and spending time with my sister. Fighting off all your fuckin' grunts wears my hands out and I'm not fond of scars. I deserve a relaxing hand massage for the trouble of beating your thugs up every week."

"And the mall trips where you spend hundreds on clothes which you follow up with a trip to that quaint little bakery where you always get a strawberry cream cake? That doesn't strike you as omega-ish?"

"Go to hell. For one thing, it's insanely creepy that you know all that, and for another, you're stereotyping like a motherfucker. Alphas aren't all meatheads that do nothing but eat raw steak, jerk off and work out, and all omegas aren't valley preps that do nothing but shop and primp. People who think like you are what's wrong with society."

The leader's deep red eyes stare intensely into your face for an eerily long moment before the corners of his lips twitch. At first its imperceptible, and while he clearly fights to keep a straight face, he can't keep down the chuckles bubbling out of his throat for long. He throws his head back in a burst of full body laughter, the least cruel sound he's made since you met him. When he finally manages to calm himself, the leader beams down at you as he wipes a tear out of his eye.

"My god... You're so fucking cute. Do you even hear yourself? You're only proving my point. You're meant to be pampered and taken care of, sheltered and safe from petty street fights and laborious expectations of strength and intimidation. You look so much cuter and happier getting your nails done than you do working out and swaggering around trying to be impressive and domineering."

This conversation had already been creepy since it started, but this was starting to genuinely unnerve you. You try to lean your head further away from the alpha on top of you, but he grabs the front of your muzzle, dragging you closer.

"Don't run away now tough guy. I thought a big bad alpha like you wasn't scared. How's it feel to be the one on bottom? Feeling threatened by the idea of someone putting you in your place? Scared?" He drags his tongue across the thin bars of the muzzle, his breath ghosting over your lips.

"What do you want from me?" You finally manage to ask, despite the tightness in your throat. As much as you expect to dread the answer, you can't stand any more of the back and forth while you wait in suspense for torture, for death, for something. Something other than whatever it is about this whole exchange that is making this guy so rock hard. You're trying to ignore it but, you've been feeling the unmistakable prod of this weirdo's boner against your crotch for almost the whole time you've been speaking.

"Still waiting on me to kill you? Knowing how proud you are, I bet you'd prefer death over what I have planned for you." The freak on top of you chuckles, his voice lowering to a husk as he leans down and nuzzles his nose into the crook between your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply. "You smell so sweet even now, for an alpha...~ You'll smell even better soon."

Before you can ask what the hell he's talking about, you feel a kitten lick against your neck that makes you freeze. It's light at first, but quickly turns into broad strokes of his tongue and open mouth kisses from shoulder to jaw, wet and insistent.

No way. Nowaynowaynowaynoway. Obviously, no one is incapable of being sexually assaulted but it rarely ever happened to alphas, they weren't exactly the cute, easy targets creeps normally went for. It had never even been a passing concern for you up until now.

"Hey! Are you fucking-gh...!" You choke on your words when a sharp sting pulses through your neck. A heartbeat later, a deep and agonizing burning sensation starts to spread through your veins, up into your head where the white-hot burn is so blaring that it clouds your vision with spots, and down into your chest where your heart starts pounding against your ribs like it's trying to claw its way out. You can only gasp soundlessly as pain like you've never experienced rips through you, tearing screams from your lungs that die before they can even leave your throat, coming out only as gasping whimpers. It's after you feel a second bite and the pain is redoubled that you finally manage to shriek out loud, a sound so visceral and so unlike any sound or scream you've ever made that it doesn't even sound like you.

When he bites into your scent gland for a third time, the pressure building behind your eyes from the pain and the lightheadedness of screaming without pause for breath snaps. You can feel yourself losing consciousness again, and this time you couldn't be more grateful for it.

Your return to the waking world is much slower this time. Whereas before you were yanked out of the darkness with a splash of cold water, this time you find yourself wading through it, a lake of sludge thicker than cold syrup, and it was just as sticky and unpleasant as you imagine such a thing would be. Despite what feels like physical pounds of exhaustion weighing them down, you manage to drag your eyes open.

You feel cold and damp all over, a fresh drop of sweat rolling down your neck. A full body ache that sinks deep into your bones covers you; you feel like you're made of glass, fragile, weak and sore.

A strip of dim, greyed light is shining on the ceiling over your head; its all you can focus on as your awareness swims to the surface and clambers out of the heavy lake still trying to drag it down. You shift and lift one of your arms out from under the thick blanket covering you and notice gauze wrapped around your wrist. A small, delicate gasp to your side makes you turn your head. Nina is sitting in a chair by your bedside, clutching your other hand tightly between hers.

"You're awake! Y-You were sleeping so long I thought you'd never..." She sniffles, holding your hand to her cheek as hot tears drip onto your wrist. You slowly turn your hand to press your palm against her cheek, smiling softly.

"It's okay Nina, I'm alive, it's alright." Your voice is barely more than a croak, scratching painfully out of your throat. Nina grabs a cup of water from a bedside table and gently helps you take a few sips. When you've managed to drain the whole cup, you lay back in the bed with a wearied sigh.

"What happened? I thought for sure I was dying, I..." You trail off, thinking back to the odd conversation you'd had with the alpha who had led your home's invasion. Your head is pounding, and you feel so weak, like you're just waking up from the worst part of a flu, still feeling traces of a fever in the heat trapped in your blankets and the sweat clinging to your skin. A growl from the window pulls your attention away from your condition.

"That motherfucker... He did something to you." Esme is leaning against the frame of the large window casting the gray light over the ceiling a few feet away from where you and Nina are sitting, a cigarette crushed in half in her hand. You can't help but be faintly alarmed at the sight of it; Nina had expressly forbidden Esme from smoking, and she hadn't been caught with a cigarette in over a year. To see her with one in front of Nina, and for Nina to not be making any fuss over it, means something is seriously wrong. A distant rumble punctuates the tense silence that falls over you all, and you notice that the slim strip of sky visible through the partially parted curtains over the window is blotted out with storm gray.

"Did what to me?" You press. Your sisters exchange a look that is far too loaded to discern anything from other than Nina's palpable concern and Esme's frustration. You quickly get tired of waiting for one of them to tell you what is going on.

"Will one of you please tell me what is making you both look at me like I've caught some kind of fatal disease?" You huff, anxiety bleeding into your words. Nina glances one more time to Esme, who adamantly refuses to look away from the window as she throws down her ruined cigarette and retrieves a new one.

"You... Er, well you were... claimed. By Emil." Nina says quietly, staring down at her hands in her lap rather than you.

You stare at her blankly. What she's saying makes sense objectively, but you can't make sense of what it could have to do with you. Claiming was something exclusively done between alphas and omegas. You almost want to laugh and call it absurd, when you remember the sharp, burning pain of something piercing your neck. You shiver as you recall that the pain had been sourced in the same area as your scent gland. Your hand slowly, shakily, reaches up to press two probing fingers to your neck. Pain pulses faintly through you again when the tips of your fingers find gauze wrapped around it.

The weakness pervading your entire body, the nervousness underlying all of the other emotions swirling in your gut, the foreign sensation settled in your lower abdomen... Somehow, you know instinctively what it all means before your sister even says it.

"He bitched you. You're an omega now." Esme's voice has dropped to a low, hard to hear octave. You almost want to believe you imagined what you just heard, but you know deep down that what she says is true. The despair must show on your face, as Nina grabs your hand again, squeezing it tightly between both of hers.

"I-It'll be okay...! Emil is actually very nice, and he's genuinely-" She's cut off by the sharp slam of Esme's fist against the wall.

"Bullshit! Don't even start Nina. He bitched you and he expects you to roll over and be happy about it, but I say fuck that!" She snarls, her new cigarette meeting the same fate as its predecessor as she crushes it in her fist and throws it to the ground. "He's gone on and on at us trying to prove that this is all somehow what's best for you, but he just sounds deranged! He's a sick, obsessive freak, and he wants you to-!"

The sound of a door opening stops her short, and all three siblings jerk around to look at the newcomer entering through the door on the far side of the room from the bed. A woman in scrub pants and a sweater glowers down at all three siblings, looking supremely exhausted.

"You two, you were told you would only be allowed in if you didn't cause trouble. Are you distressing the patient right after they wake up?" She asks in a cold, droning voice.

Nina and Esme exchange defeated, worried glances before Nina speaks up.

"N-No ma'am, we weren't trying to be disruptive we were just-"

"Overwhelming someone coming out of a physically taxing ordeal that left them comatose for almost two weeks." She interjects dryly. "Come on, visitation's over, both of you out."

You expect your sisters to argue, to tell her off for expecting them to leave you alone and insist on staying with you, but to your shock your sisters resignedly stand up and head for the door. Once they've both shuffled out, the nurse (?) shuts the door behind them and trudges over to you. You flinch away from her touch, but she grabs you in firm but gentle hands, holding you still as she looks you over.

"I expected you to stay out for a few more days, but you're one tough little cookie. How are you feeling?"

Bewildered but too shell shocked to question, you answer the questions she asks you as she goes about taking your temperature and blood pressure. One impromptu physical later, she steps away from your bed with a satisfied nod.

"Alright, it looks like your recovery is progressing better than expected. You'll probably be up and about like nothing happened within a few days." You listen to her ramble about your condition before you can bring yourself to ask.

"What happened to me? Is... Is what my sister said true? Am I an omega?"

The nurse goes silent. The pitying look she gives you is all the confirmation you need.

"You should go back to sleep for now. Your body probably still feels very weak. Food will be brought to you shortly but try not to stress yourself out in the meantime." It's all she says before she hurries to the door, shutting your questions down with a firm slam. You scramble to your feet, swaying violently as soon as you try to stand. You power through it, holding down a lurching sensation akin to being on the verge of throwing up as you stagger to the door and wrench at the knob. Locked.

Fear and worry overtake you as you start slamming your hands and body into the door, though what you're trying to accomplish, not even you know. You're too weak to even stand, let alone break down a door, and before long, cold rushes into your limbs and you find yourself sliding down onto the floor, trembling and barely keeping down the bile crawling up your throat. You curl up into a ball and close your eyes.

When you awake for the third time, you don't feel nearly as ill. The ache in your limbs is still there, a mild constant, but it doesn't feel as debilitating as it did before. As you are in the middle of waking, you feel a cool hand brushing through your hair, and smell a sweet scent around you that puts you at ease. You can't help but lean your face into the hand petting you as your eyes slowly open. Snuggled against you, both arms wrapped securely around you... is that fucking freak.

You jerk away from the home invasion leader's hand, pulling him out of what looks like a deep reverie as you scramble to the side of the bed farthest from him. He smiles at you in amusement as he sits up, leaning his cheek against a fist propped on his knee.

"Good morning, princess. How are you feeling?"

You rub your hand over your neck, now free of gauze, feeling the bite marks in your skin in hyper-detail.

"You fucking... y-you, what did you do...?!" You demand, your voice a slightly higher pitch than you recall it being and shaking.

He chuckles like this was exactly what he was expecting, looking at you with a coy condescension that makes your skin crawl.

"I helped you; the first step to setting up our beautiful romance was making you an omega so I could care for you without any power struggles getting in the way. I'm not saying I look down on alphas having relationships with other alphas, but it just wasn't for me." His grin broadens as he crawls closer to you, closing the distance you'd put between you. You try to back up further, but he corners you against the headboard, arms caging you in on either side. He leans his head down, you shrink into yourself as he does but its not far enough, and his cheek brushes yours as he licks up the side of your neck. When his tongue glides over the bites on your neck, a shudder runs through you unbidden. A sudden rush of wetness between your legs shocks you to a frozen standstill. The freak looming over you takes a deep inhale, shuddering in ecstasy.

"I was right... You smell so much sweeter like this!" He presses against you, one knee parting your legs as one of his hands rubs the burning heat between your thighs. You reach to grab his wrist and pull it away, but his free hand catches yours and holds it down. The uncomfortable wetness gets worse as a heat purrs through your core, goaded by his touching.

You feel a foreign sensation crawling through your brain, sickeningly warm and disorienting. It urges you to pull your hands away, spread yourself open willingly before the alpha in front of you. It promises bliss in submission, ecstasy in relinquishing control to someone bigger and stronger than you, someone who could protect and ravish you-

A jolt runs through you as your captor's hand drifts up to dip underneath the waistband of your pants, his face lifting up from your neck to direct his affections to your lips. His attempt to take a kiss is stopped short violently by a fist slamming into his nose. He falls backwards off the side of the bed with an undignified yelp, curling up on the floor for an agonizing moment to hold his face as blood rushes between his fingers.

"W-What the hell... Aren't you...?"

"GO TO HELL YOU UGLY FREAK!!!" The panic you feel is pushed down, rage swallowing it entirely. The alpha on the floor quickly backs up as you get to your feet, fists clenched and shaking in fury.

"But I claimed you...! You can't-"

"I don't give a shit what you did! Did you seriously think I'd tolerate you touching me?! Get the hell OUT!!!!!" You scream loud enough to make your voice hoarse in your already aching throat, grabbing anything you can to hurl at him. Pillows and plastic cups chase him out as he scrambles back to the door, muttering a promise to visit again once you're in a better mood. A pillow smacks into the door with alarming force in the spot where his head had been just a split second earlier. As for the idea of you ever being in any mood that would make you tolerate being in his presence...

Fat chance of that.

[omegapropaganda]

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Burnt Honey ch. 8

poly141 x M!Omega!Reader

omegaverse

"You have been a member of Shadow Company and Phillip Graves' omega for years suffering at his hand until you meet the members of Task Force 141. They help you learn to love again while you help them destroy Shadow Company from the bottom up."

John "Soap" MacTavish/Reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/Reader, John Price (Call of Duty)/Reader, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson (past), Phillip Graves (Call of Duty)/Reader (toxic), Rodolfo Parra/Alejandro Vargas

be very aware of the tags and read them thoroughly. Major trigger warnings for graphic descriptions of male on male non-con/rape, manipulation, degradation (not the fun kind), and general abusive toxic sexual relations. These are not romanticized and very much harm Reader.

please take care of yourself if you are sensitive to these issues and still decide to proceed with reading this fic. I will not be held responsible for your actions after you read these warnings, okay?

[blue-sadie]

A Change In The Air

Alpha Tonowari x Omega Sully Reader x Beta Ronal

Summary: they could feel it, the change in the air but they don't know if it's for the better or.... the better

Warning: beach sex, omegaverse

(I tried something a bit different so tell me if you like it 😁)

Yn/3rd person pov

The chief and chieftainess felt something change in the air, since they rose early this morning they could feel something was different something was coming.

Tonowari was somewhat excited of something different happening and not the same old same old, he was kinda tired of it while ronal felt on edge and stuck to her role keeping to herself most of the day.

Tonowari felt her unease and when they heard the horn of new comers he stuck by her side shielding her protectively, the crowd parted letting their leaders through, Tonowaris steps faulted as he caught sight of one of the outsiders, his pheromones spiking with excitement as their eyes met.

Ronal stepped out from behind her mate her brows frowned in confusion at her mates behavior intill her eyes too met the same outside, both tonowari and ronal felt as if the world stop, like time had frozen as they stared at her.

"We come seeking refuge" tonowari immediately recognized the famous jake sully as he shook his out of his daze by speaking up "my family is endanger" he gestured to the kids and his mate, ronal moved to look between them her eyes raking over their bodies her hands grabbing at them and speaking off their flaws.

Tonowari actually felt somewhat embarrassed for his mates behavior and his eyes followed her intently as she stood by the girl that peaked his interest, ronal paused her eyes carefully moving over the woman's body her body shaking slightly as the woman turned to her, her pheromones giving off a warning which ronal hissed at making tonowari snap at her "stop it" ronal was shocked and whimpered going back to her mates side.

"You can stay and learn our ways" he turned to his people raising his arms "we will treat them like babies who are just learning to swim treat them well" he spoke some of the people gasped and whispered to each but tonowari ignored them looking towards his children "you will teach their kids our was and tsireya help them to their new home" he raiser his hand before aonung could protest.

Tonowari and ronal stood their ground watching the family unload their eyes mostly following the woman watching her caring nature as she spook to the sully children, ronal shifted as the woman carried stuff and was about to walk past them.

"And what is your name" tonowari asked making the woman stop and stare at them "yn" their bodies shivered hearing her voice they almost purred at the sound of it, "come to us later I'm sure there's alot we can discuss" the couple felt it and they knew yn felt it too.

I nodded nervously shifting the load in my arms before quickly scarring off after my brother and his family and dark blush forming on my cheeks, I quickly set the stuff down in the tent and started helping neytiri unpack while Jake and the kids went after the family meeting of jake warning the kids about doing anything stupid.

Unpacking and starting dinner took us a few minutes into eclipse "I think I'm gonna go exploring a bit before bed" I said neytiri smiled and nodded as she was mixing the food "just make sure you don't get lost sis" jake murmured his eyes focused on his gun making sure everything was set incase something were to happen.

I missed tuks hair as I walked past her making her whine "I'll see you guys later" I said and slowly walked along the woven pathways, I made my way onto the beach smiling to the few people that were enjoying the moon light, I took in a deep breath the salt in the air made it crisp much different then the forest of Pandora.

I started to hum as I made my way further down the beach further from civilization I thought I was alone intill I heard it, my hears flickered as I slowly followed the noises my eyes widening as I saw them, tonowari and ronal naked on the sand their bodies intertwined with eachother, ronals legs were thrown over tonowaris shoulders the force of his thrusts sending her further into the sand.

Ronals moans and whines were loud and struggled, I felt myself quiver and start to get aroused a small whimper leaving my lips, my eyes widened as a familiar feeling started to rise I fell to my knees clenching my stomach the heat between my legs increasing, "f-fuck" I whined the heat radiating to other parts of my body, my cheeks burning and my head fuzzy.

My nose crinkled as their honey scented pheromones filled my nose making more pitiful moans leave my lips this was so embarrassing I haven't even exchanged more then a nod with them "and what do we have here" I squirmed and slowly lifted my gaze my vision somewhat blurred tonowari and ronal stood naked infront of me.

"Looks like our mate needs our help" ronal cooed and slowly kneeled infront of me her hand coming to clasp my chin keeping my head close to hers "I'll forgive you for growling at me because you just look so pitiful" she teased bringing her lips to my skin her plump lips grazed my skin as she moved it to my mating gland her tongue licking the skin making me whimper "she's perfect" ronal growled before pushing her teeth into my skin.

A struggled scream left my lips my hands immediately moving to clamp down on her shoulders, my eyes widen as I felt tonowaris hand cover my mouth "as much as I'm sure we'd love to hear those beautiful screams I'm also sure my people don't need to come running and find us" he muttered moving behind me and sinking to his knees, he too moved his lips to my neck and bit down.

My body squirmed between them making them press their bodies closer to me trapping me between them tightly "move back my dear so we can pleasure this horny little omega" he growled pulling back from my skin, my skin felt cold from the lose of his lips against my skin, ronal whined but listened to the alpha and moved away from my body "go onto all fours omega" tonowari commanded and pushed me forward I gasped feeling the roughness of the sand against the palm of my hands.

"Now your gonna eat out our pretty beta while I fuck you" he growled his hands tearing off my skirt, my eyes pleaded as I stared up at ronal making her coo and slowly move her hand to my cheek but quickly moved it to grasp my hair tightly I gasped from the pain and squealed out as she pushed my face down between her legs.

I slowly started to lick her folds causing her to moan out and tug at my hair "that's it omega" he murmured and moved his already leaking cock to my entrance thrusting in fully forcing me more into ronals pussy "ohh keep doing that tono" she moaned.

Tonowari chuckled and started to thrust in and out each time pressing me into ronal, my moans and crys of pleasure were muffled by ronal and she kept praising me for it "those moans are sending vibrations through my body" she cried out arching her back.

Tonowari grunted as I felt his cock start to swell my eyes widening and a few tears started to form, his knot was forming inside me "your ours you both are mine" he growled snapping his hips roughly into my causing me to cry out in ronals folds, "cumming" ronal screamed out her fluids filling my mouth, she moved away her body still twitching from her climax she watched through half lidded eyes as I released around tonowari cock but he still wasn't done.

"Fuck fuck fuck" he growled his hands clasping my hips tightly his nails digging into my skin almost that he could draw blood "fuck" he yelled thrusting in one more time before releasing his seed inside me, my eyes fluttered as my arms gave out making me fall down against the sand, I lazily lifted my head and looked down to try and see where our bodies were connected but I couldn't because the amount of semen released inside me caused my belly to bulge.

"Don't worry pup there's way more where that came from and trust me we won't be stopping any time soon".

Tag.List

@sweetirilly @erenjaegerwifee @greekgods15 @neteyamyawne @laylasbunbunny @thatonepansexual2000

[captainmaxatx]

Omega! Logan who was born in the 1800s when secondary gender roles were very prevalent but it actually really suited him and he wanted to be a home maker and have a bunch of pups but he was always too big and hairy and and not seen as a good Omega. Alphas would sleep with him but never treat him the way they would a “proper” omega and they didn’t ever want anything serious because it’s like almost shameful to have a big hairy omega.

Then times change and Omegas start breaking out of the cookie cutter roles and they go into the work force and what not (feminism but it’s omegas) and Logan is very happy for them he thinks they all deserve the right to choose, but still no one wants him. And everyone expects him being an omega with the way he looks to be at the forefront of the movement to want the change for himself, but he doesn’t.

And over the years he toughened up and stops looking to start a family and put his dreams on the back burner to become what everyone expected of him.

And then everything happens and all the sudden Logan finds himself in a universe without secondary genders, where he isn’t a too big and hairy omega, he’s just some guy.

And unintentionally he finds his way into the role he’s always craved, where he takes care of the home and the dog while Wade makes the money, and it’s the closest he’s ever been to the life he wanted. He mostly retires from fighting and heroing, but now he’s ready for a new challenge. And being near Laura has only served to dig up that old desire and instinct he tried to bury so long ago

And I mean, even if the mutant hate wasn’t as bad as it is in Logan’s old world there was still a time here not to long ago when mutants were ran out and scattered around the world. And now with the people at Xavier’s working on getting the Mutants back into the city trying to re group with their still dwindling numbers. I mean Logan and Wade should help with the mutant re population efforts, who better to do that then two very eager immortals who can heal from anything and with a whole gang of friends around them for free child care.

[wishfuldivine]

I need me some more Gaz being a fucking insufferable Omega when none of his Alphas give him attention?

I can see him being the more annoying type that riles them up instead of the whiney and absolute begging.

With Price, he'll be such an insufferable brat who will hide his cigars with not one ounce of regrets or care.

With Soap, he'll steal all of his hair gels so he couldn't do his stupid Mohawk that he so secretly loved to pull on despite anything.

And with Ghost, poor lieutenant. He would use all of his teas right in front of him. Have the audacity to even hum and nod in approval to the delicious taste.

And the Alphas? After DAYS of their Omega doing that, they still don't break or give a shit. So Gaz has to pout and deal with it.

[yuwuta]

yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always. 

[mewkwota]

It's really weird to see Geo with two hands in this Wave Change form. Omega-Xis can hold those swords for them, but where did he go, DiVE? Why does he vanish? His consciousness must go somewhere.

[wheneclipsefalls]

Ma Neteyam pt.16

Pairing: Aged up Omega Neteyam x Alpha Male OC

Ma Neteyam masterlist

Summary: "Mate with me", Neteyam had said. Kxolo thinks he might just be losing his mind

Warnings: explicit sexual content MDNI, aged up Neteyam, ABO universe, alpha/omega dynamics, power imbalance, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, dom/sub dynamics, swearing, daddy kink, etc.

A/N: Just when we all thought the day would never come! I really got in my head about this last chapter for literally months! Half of it has been written for so long but I was just so scared to finish it because I thought it wouldn't be good enough. I finally decided to stop overthinking the writing and just let it happen. It may not be my best, but I hope you enjoy it anyways

Eywa herself had stolen the air from his very lungs. While at it, she must have stuffed his ears with fluff and tangled his thoughts into a web because all he could hear ringing through his head as Neteyam talked was: mate with me.

Mate with me. 

Mate with me. 

Neteyam babbled, hands now unlinked from Kxolo’s own and twisting together nervously as he peeked up at him through thick lashes. It was clear that the boy was saying something important but it felt as if Kxolo had lost all control and function within a span of a few seconds. It didn’t help that his inner alpha bit at the bars of his cage every time that small command flitted through his mind. 

He had been trained to control himself and his own desires for years and yet once again Neteyam had proven to be his kryptonite to all of these skills. 

The omega’s words cut off when Kxolo cupped his jaw and held a thumb over his lips. Wide eyes watched him for the slightest movement as the Olo’eyktan stepped forward to tower over him. 

“Neteyam,” He started, voice bleeding through thickly like larvae. “Do not joke about such things.” 

It came out harsher than intended but Kxolo was already losing the battle. He let the snip of his own words tame his hopes into something more realistic. After all, this was still the same omega who had been nothing but hesitant and quiet this morning. Even accepting the courting gift had not gone as planned. The Olo’eyktan had spent half the day worrying about Neteyam and the other half constructing new ideas for courting that would bring forth better results. 

“I’m not.” Neteyam mumbled against his thumb. 

The omega must have detected the doubt lurking in Kxolo’s eyes because he carefully removed the Olo’eyktan’s hand and stepped forwards. 

“I am being serious.” Neteyam firmly spoke, eyes forced to lock with his own. Kxolo’s tail coiled and whipped anxiously. “Kxolo, mate with me. Please.” 

It was the please that shot through him like lightning, almost enticing his primal instincts to take the reins and let recklessness win out for the day. It was as if Neteyam had infiltrated his wildest fantasies and used them as a script, knowing exactly what would break his resolve. The alpha’s nails dug into his own thighs. 

“Why?” It was the only thing he could think to say, too befuddled and shocked to approach it more delicately. 

Neteyam’s spin of confidence wavered at that. Those golden orbs darted and averted his own gaze, fingers running through his braids with a heavy sigh before timidly peaking back up at him. 

“Well because….” Sharp teeth bit into his bottom lip and Neteyam swayed from foot to foot nervously. 

“Because…” Kxolo gently urged him. 

“Fuck it.” The omega hissed in English, the meaning lost on the Olo’eyktan. “Because I love you. I love you. To hell with every common sense that tells me I shouldn’t and every complication that has kept me from letting myself fall, it apparently hasn’t succeeded anyways. And…and I’m tired of denying it. So tired…” Neteyam sighed, a hand running over his face. “But that’s the truth. I love you, Kxolo. Although, I’m sure you had already figured that one out.” Neteyam huffed.

Kxolo hadn’t.

Neteyam’s stubbornness dimming?

Yes. 

Neteyam coming to trust him?

That had been a miracle confession that Kxolo treasured every night. 

Neteyam lusting after him?

He had enough memories of breathy moans and pleas for release to cement that assurance. 

And even affection had been present in Neteyam’s actions lately, but Kxolo had never let his hopes get ahead of himself and assume that love had been won over yet. 

“Please say something.” The Sully boy groaned. 

“You love me?”

Neteyam whined, both hands now covering his face as he stepped backwards. A blush peeked out between those fingers as the omega’s tail erratically coiled and tucked. 

“Oh Eywa, this is harder than I thought!” Neteyam whined softly before harshly slapping his hands down to his hips. “Never mind. Forget about my babbling, let’s just fuck. Yeah that’s what I meant to say.” Shaky hands tugged at Kxolo hips but the alpha had them both spun around and Neteyam pinned against the nearest tree within a flash. 

“No.” He clipped sternly. 

Neteyam threw his head back against the tree with a whine. 

“Kxolo-”

“You love me?”

He stepped between the boy’s legs, pressing their fronts together. The omega shrugged, head fighting to stay turned to the side as the Olo’eyktan caught hold of his chin and tugged at him to face forward. 

“Neteyam.” Kxolo growled out. The other male squeezed his eyes shut as he was trapped underneath the Olo’eyktan’s gaze. “Do you love me?” He asked, each word enunciated and holding the weight of an anxious man. 

“Yes! Yes I love you, Kxolo! I love you, you asshole. Does that satisfy yo-”

Their lips crashed and melded together like a familiar song. One that Kxolo was content to drown in forever because Neteyam loved him. His mate, his beautiful stubborn, shy mate had come to love him after everything. 

Neteyam’s own lips met him back with the same level of desperation. Kxolo wrapped muscular arms around the boy’s waist and circled them around him until there was not an inch of space between their chests. Neteyam meanwhile busied his own hands with tangling themselves into Kxolo’s long neatly braided and ornamented hair, gripping and tugging until they tangled between his fingers or in this case until the Olo’eyktan was groaning into his mouth. 

Later he would thank the Great Mother profusely until his voice would give out. He would sit under the tree of souls and question how he had ever been given such a wonderful blessing as Neteyam. Question how after perhaps the rockiest start one could have to a relationship that Neteyam had found his way to kindling love for him all the same. For now, however, he couldn’t think of anything besides intertwining with his mate in every way possible. 

Including the one way Kxolo had been reluctant to dream about, in fear of losing his patience.

The one connection that would have them bonded for life, bonded before their deity. 

“I love you.” Kxolo vowed, words messily sprawling into their heated kissing. 

“Love you.” Neteyam whined, using his grip on the alpha’s braids to pull him even deeper into the kiss. “Want you.” He mumbled. 

“I’ve been yours from the beginning, Neteyam.” Kxolo’s lips danced over every spot of available skin, peppering his cheeks and nose frantically until every shimmering tanhi had his kiss imprinted on them. “Always, baby boy.” Lips tangled once more. “Always.” 

“But I want forever.” 

Kxolo reluctantly gave him some space when the omega pushed at his shoulders. 

“Forever.” Neteyam repeated but this time delicately pulled the alpha’s kuru over his shoulder. 

“Forever.” Kxolo breathed out. 

Vamai fit the fourth flower between his pinky and ring finger. Lo’ak continued to hold his outstretched hand still as a statue so as not to ruin the small art piece she continued to create over his hand. She meticulously wound another slim vine around and between his fingers until it looked like the flowers were bursting from the greenery itself. 

He didn’t question the trance that these actions put her in, not when her tears had fully ceased and her breathing had come to a calming rhythm. 

When traced over his pinky and ring finger once more, he felt himself stiffen. It had taken years of his adolescence to make peace with his Sky People physical characteristics but even still there was something incredibly vulnerable about having her observe his extra finger so closely. However, Vamai’s expression showed no hint of disgust or fear. 

What was present, however, was a spark of curiosity as she tenderly traced them over and over again. 

“Does it help?” She asked, the first thing to be spoken since the tears had started. 

“Wha-you mean my fingers?”

Vamai nodded, smaller fingers wrapping around Lo’ak’s pinky and ring finger. 

“Well if you remember it did help the other week after our swim. Another digit to stretch-”

Lo’ak’s sentence was interrupted by his own puff of air when she elbowed him in the gut. He laughed as he was met with that same viscous glare he had grown so fond of. 

“Okay okay, sorry.” 

Vamai simply rolled her eyes when amusement continued to tug at the corners of his lips. She set back to work, sternly forcing his fingers to stretch out further. 

“We don’t receive much information on Sky People here.” She said so quietly that Lo’ak was surprised he could catch it. She whispered it like a confession that Eywa herself was not supposed to hear. And with the way her tail curled in interest he supposed it was. 

Her secret interest. 

“You know, the Omatikaya have become integrated with all sorts of Sky People and technology.” Vamai didn’t respond immediately but he noted the way the next flower mindlessly twirled between her fingertips. “If you came over to the outpost-”

“Outpost?” Her hairless brows knitted together in confusion.

“The human outpost where our Sky People allies keep the tech and live-”

“I couldn’t.” She snapped, wavy hair bouncing with every shake of her head. “Too dangerous.” 

Vamai once again set herself back on task but the alpha was far from being compelled to give up. 

“That’s too bad, because there is a lot I could teach and show you there.” He feigned a sad sigh, leaning back and pretending to become distracted by the greenery above. Vamai’s tail perked, eyes peeking from her peripheral to look at him. 

Several moments of silence stretched on, Lo’ak forcing his interest to appear somewhere else but he didn’t feel any more flowers placed upon his hand. 

“Like what?” The omega finally asked in a hushed tone. 

Lo’ak was grateful her back was turned to him so she wasn’t able to see his growing smirk. 

“Well for example,” His free hand carefully grasped her wrist and turned it over so it was facing palm up. “I could show you a special promise that only Sky People know about.” 

He kept his expression calm and confident when she shot him a look that showed her suspicion. 

“They call this finger a pinky.” He wiggled his smallest digit for show. “And they link one person’s pinky with the other’s.” His pinky quickly wrapped around her shortest digit before she could try to pull away. “And then make a promise. One that becomes universally impossible to break.”

This time when she sent him the same look there was a shimmer of a smile at her lips before she pulled her hand away. 

“Lo’ak,” She sighed, shaking her head.

“No, it’s true. They are unable to break the promise so long as it was spoken with pinkies interlocked.”  At that he swore he could see her chest tighten with the effort it took to suppress a laugh. His own lips twitched at the sight, sorely tempted to grin back at her but that would ruin his plans. “Don’t believe me?”

“Not in the slightest.” 

“Fine, I’ll show you.” His pinky caught her short digit tightly again, holding them up for emphasis as he said, “Vamai, I promise if you come visit the human outpost with me, you will be under my protection.” It didn’t feel like a joke anymore when their eyes locked and Lo’ak felt his inner alpha purr at the thought. Simmer at the idea of getting to protect and look after his fated mate in the way Eywa intended. 

Their chests rose and fell in tandem, the distance subtly closing between them until he could feel her perked nipples against his own chest. 

Vamai cleared her throat and pulled away.

“But…I’m no Sky Person. How do I even know the pinky promise worked?” She attempted to raise a hairless eyebrow back at him but that rising blush undermined her exuded confident facade. 

“I guess there is only one way to find out.” His decorated hand had curled slightly, smashing the flowers between his fingers as he awaited her reaction. 

“I guess so.” And that was as good as a promise there is coming from her lips. This time he didn’t suppress his grin, flower covered hand cupping her left hip tenderly. His mind whirled, already thinking through the logistics of how to get her there without being caught or seen. The alpha had more than enough favors he could call in with Spider, anyways. One way or another he would make it happen. 

“We have a deal then.” 

Although not a question, Vamai gave him a hopeful shrug and grin. To him, it was just as powerful and binding as his own pinky promise. 

“Not tonight of course since it’s so late and everyone is slee-”

“Shit!” Vamai exclaimed as she sprung to her feet. Lo’ak’s first thought was that she had been stung by an insect or venomous plant but when he reached to check for injuries she simply backed away and gripped her hair. “What time is it?” 

Time?

Lo’ak hadn’t thought about the time or anything for that matter since he had arrived here. It all felt irrelevant when he was finally getting to spend some time with his favorite omega. 

“Um…I don’t know.”

“Shit, my dad is going to tie my tail to a tree!” She darted along the riverside, the call for her ikran echoing across the water. Lo’ak scrambled to follow, almost tripping over his own feet as he saw her mount the creature.

“Woah woah, hey! Are you leaving?” He ignored the ikran’s hiss when he grabbed hold of the saddle. 

“I’m not even supposed to be here. Oh Eywa, I am in so much trouble!” She groaned. Her cheeks heated another shade, surely thinking about the punishment that would await her at home. 

“Mawey, little snitch. It will be fine.” He caressed her thigh, letting soothing pheromones drift from him once more. “At least let me fly you home.” She came here to patch him up after all, it was his responsibility to get his omega back safely. 

“No no.” She pushed his hand off in frazzled motion, but Lo’ak gripped her knee. “I’ve taken up enough of your time already and then…” Her eyes squeezed shut as she shook her head and frowned. Finally she looked back at him, bottom lip caught between her teeth. “I’m really sorry for taking your evening, Lo’ak.” 

It would have taken him more than a few moments to get over the shock of Vamai apologizing, let alone correct her assumptions, but he was afforded time for neither as the Ikran’s wings suddenly launched (almost knocking him over in the process) and the two took off into the night sky. 

“Well maybe we should send someone after them.” Pulo suggested, eyes peeled for their Olo’eyktan and Neteyam. Last he had heard, Kxolo was rushing through the forest to check up on Neteyam’s hunting trip. At this rate neither of them were going to get a chance at leftover dinner. 

“Neteyam didn’t go hunting.” Tamil said softly, handing the small baby off to his mate. 

“What are you talking about. Kxolo sa-” Pulo cut himself off when he heard nearing footsteps. His hand immediately closed around the handle of his dagger, ready to unsheath it at the first sight of danger. 

Kxolo bursts through the kelku flaps.

“By Eywa! Where have you been?” Pulo nearly shouted but then his expression morphed into something else when he noticed his friend’s tangled braids. Sure enough one peek around Kxolo’s shoulder showed Neteyam waiting outside, the omega patiently rocking back and forth on his feet. 

“I will be gone for the night,” He paused, kneeling down to rummage through one of the baskets. “Maybe longer.” It was barely more than a mumble as he continued to stuff various supplies into a cloth bag. “Pulo you are in charge while I’m gone.” 

“Where are you going?” Pas’lin, Tamil’s mate, asked. 

“The only place that has a grown Na’vi smiling like that.” Pulo answered for him and it did nothing but make Kxolo laugh as he didn’t bother to hide his giddy nature. 

“Is that true? Are you two going to Vitraya Ramunong [the Tree of Souls]?” She asked, peeking around Tamil’s shoulder while still wrestling their child onto her hip. Kxolo dared to peek up at the circle of friends for a moment but even he didn’t have enough self control to hold back his growing smile that oozed male pride. 

“Brother!” Pulo slapped him on the shoulder, squeezing the area in congratulations while Tamil smiled softly at them. Kxolo tried to focus as he set aside Neteyam’s bow and used a band to tie his long braids together. 

“I should be back sometime tomorrow.” Kxolo started, rolling his eyes as Tamil raised his hairless eyebrows back at him.

“Or so you say.” It was Tamil this time that commented, a smirk lacing his lips. Kxolo’s lips pressed together but he didn’t respond, still frantically stuffing the bag full of supplies. 

“Don’t come get me unless it is an emergency.” Kxolo leaned back on his haunches in order to face them properly. “And by that I mean death and blood.” Pulo struggled to hold back a stifled laugh at the stern look that was sent his way. “If you come get me, someone better be dying.” 

“I would never dream of interrupting such a momentous day for you. Eywa knows how many times you wouldn’t shut up about our dear Neteyam and all the things you wanted to-” A stuffed cushion hit the side of his head. 

A chorus of muffled laughter echoed through the kelku and even Pulo couldn’t keep the grin off of his face. Kxolo, try as he did, could not temper down their teasing with half hearted glares. It was clear he too was having a hard time keeping his emotions in check and it made Pulo’s heart warm.

Never had he seen his friend so irrevocably happy. He deserved it. Every glow of sunshine that came from his aurora until it brought forth further taunting. As Pulo looked around the room at Tamil and his wife he couldn’t help but think of his own who would return home soon. The three of them had made it. From simple skxawngs into leaders and warriors but even more than that, Na’vi that knew of true love and happiness. 

Neteyam was practically bouncing on his feet when he finally entered the kelku. Although his greeting was timid and cheeks inflamed, Neteyam still didn’t hesitate to tug at Kxolo’s bicep. With a shit eating grin, the alpha required no further coaxing. 

“Have fun you two!” Pulo called out after them, followed by a string of congratulations and teasing remarks from Tamil and Pas’lin. 

It felt like being a child again. Fingers interlocked, giddy laughter and rushing feet that barreled across the terrain. It was almost hard to believe that the man in front of him was the Olo’eyktan with the way he joined in on the glee and tugged at him frantically. Eclipse was their playground as glowing plants and greenery led the way to Vitraya Ramunong. 

Neteyam couldn’t remember the last time his cheeks had hard hurt so much from grinning. 

Tonight he let go of everything outside of this moment. With a sigh that sent off the weight of the world, he gave himself permission to cast his worries away. Nothing would come to overshadow this beautiful memory, the point where the puzzle pieces would finally fit into place and he would be home. 

Home in Kxolo’s arms. 

Vitraya Ramunong seemed to shine even brighter in the progressing darkness of eclipse’s night. It felt as if Eywa herself was welcoming them with the embrace of its glow. A purple shimmer that stretched over the sculpted curve of Kxolo’s spine, then upon turning, the contrast of his collarbones and throat. Neteyam could feel his own muscles tensing as something flipped in his gut. 

He’d known attraction. His hours here with the Olo’eyktan have hardly ever escaped the raw pull that he has felt from the attractive male. However this…this was different. A deep surge of desire that settled uniquely than that of his carnal heats or dizzying moments of passion. 

“What I would give to know what goes on in that pretty head of yours, little one.” Kxolo sighed, lips twisting up into a crooked grin as he brushed smooth knuckles over the omega’s cheek. 

And in that moment a new thought occurred to Neteyam. 

A swift realization that with this bonding, Kxolo may be able to do just that. 

Before the consequences of that truth could form properly, gentle lips were there to soothe them away. Interlocked in a kiss that flowed like honey, Neteyam melted against his partner. Where Kxolo’s hand cupped either side of his face, Neteyam’s own settled to grip at the alpha’s toned hips. So slow and patient beat the rhythm of their kiss. And while anticipation was thick in the air, neither were willing to rush. As if each brush of lips, swipe of a tongue, would let the essence of the other fully seep in. 

Two beings ready to meld into one.

An invisible clamp enclosed around his heart, threatening to push tears into his eyes. But Neteyam was sick of crying, for good or bad. There was no sensation he wanted to distract from the heat of Kxolo’s skin and the tension of that tugging chord finally falling away. No more fighting. No more struggling. It felt as if gravity itself was holding them together, effortless and kind in its embrace. 

Although there was no tsaheylu connection to bind their thoughts yet, the omega could tell Kxolo felt the same. It was evident in the brush of his fingers, the tenderness of his lips worshiping Neteyam’s own. Lost in a moment of time that many nights had led to. 

Neteyam couldn’t remember at what point the alpha had moved them to the ground. All he could recall was the reverence of his own fingers tracing over Kxolo’s physique. It was not the first nor the last time he had explored the other male’s body. From the very beginning the Olo’eyktan had opened himself up to any and every curiosity and desire the omega yearned to act upon. And yet, there was no comparing those events to what he experienced under the protection of the Tree of Souls. 

So many times he had shown his marvel over the male’s body with a rush of wet kisses and vicious bites that were mere reactions to the haze of arousal. It had been instinctual, frantic, and nothing close to the reverence that his mate deserved. 

And so when the alpha spread out on his back and those long braids danced over his chest to perfectly accent those blaring golden eyes, Neteyam knew there was nothing to do but revel in his lover’s radiance. He was going to take his time.

“Tiyawn…” Kxolo exhaled, eyes roaming down to where small hands circled the dip of his hips. Eyes meeting silently, Neteyam didn’t miss a beat, soft lips pressing over the smooth skin there. Meticulously placed and seeping with a voiceless appreciation, every kiss flew the two closer to cloud nine. 

On the outside the actions were nowhere close to the raunchiest deeds the two had committed together and yet nothing had felt more personal. It was a new level of intimacy to swallow as Neteyam’s touch laced his own scent into every inch of the alpha’s skin unveiled. Strong hands reached down to return the favor at every tahni speckled flesh he could reach of his omega’s. 

“I love you.” Kxolo spoke, eyes reflecting the shimmer of hanging vines. 

“I love you.” Neteyam returned, shifting up to breathe it into the crook of his mate’s neck. 

The cycle continued. For how long, Neteyam couldn’t attempt to guess, but they basked in that joy for as long the Great Mother allowed them. Until their bodies had become an entanglement of limbs and heated skin that refused to cool. Until that familiar ache for more rose again. 

“Ma Neteyam,” Kxolo rolled them over, his larger form becoming a shadow over his little mate’s easily. “My beautiful Neteyam.” 

The alpha was not afforded time for another breath as a hand clasping the back of his neck pulled him into another kiss. This one was far less patient than that upon their arrival.  The coordination described as nothing short of messy yet nothing pleased the other more. It was ravenous, bordering on a beastly demand, and Neteyam could do nothing more than drown in that sensation. 

His body moved instinctually, curving itself around his alpha in a way that he had become quite familiar with. Kxolo, now looming over him, gave an appreciative squeeze to one of the smooth thighs that cinched around his hips desperately. 

“What do you want, baby boy?” The alpha grinned against his lover’s pulse. 

Neteyam let out a mix between a groan and a whine. “We are still playing this game?” A deep chuckle rumbled just beneath where Kxolo’s soft lips pressed at his jaw. “You know what I want, asshole.”

Kxolo’s laughter intertwined with the sharp crack of his hand delivering a stern spank to Neteyam’s bum. 

“I mean alpha.” Neteyam quickly amended, sending his mate a sheepish look. 

“Always working on manners when it comes to you, little one.” Despite the chidding, Neteyam wasn’t left to wait for long. The bulbous head of his alpha’s cock just barely pressed at his entrance, a silent warning for what was to come. 

“Love you, want you want you.” A thread of endless begging spewed from his lips, spurring on a deep growl from his lover above. All until that pressure was increasing and the omega’s rim was stretching around the new invasion. That hardness pushed into him at a steady pace but with relenting determination. 

Neteyam was caught between squinting his eyes closed in pleasure and admiring the shift of Kxolo’s handsome face above him. Heat or not, that primal darkness ebbed over those sharp features, golden eyes burning through his skin and filling every inch of Neteyam’s body with wicked fire until he melted into that claim.

In some ways it feels like the first time again. The intensity of the moment sweeping away into that same buzz of anticipation and release that felt beyond this world. Knowing that soon they would be connected in a way beyond anything that either of them have ever experienced. A bond that no one and nothing could ever break. 

“I love you.” Kxolo breathed, his hips slowly starting to roll, pressing the head of the appendage right at the omega’s sweet spot. 

“Oel ngati kameie. [I see you]” Neteyam countered. Those words had always held so much significance, a phrase that he had shied away from using in vain. Yet nothing had ever flowed from his lips so easily before. Kxolo’s eyes slowly morphed into a brighter sparkle before pressing the flats of their noses together. 

“Oel ngati kameie.” The Olo’eyktan vowed. 

And that was all Neteyam needed to hear. Small hands reached over the alpha’s shoulders to gently locate his mate’s kuru. The roll of Kxolo’s hips suddenly stopped. 

“We don’t have to do this tonight if you aren’t ready, yawntutsyip. Just knowing you want to is a greater gift than I could have asked for.” 

“I know.” Neteyam whispered, other hand coming up to gently trace the stripes of Kxolo’s cheek. “But I’m ready…just nervous.” 

Kxolo preened against his lover’s touch, leaning into the soft musing with a lazy grin. 

“I know, little one.” 

“I’ve never done this before.” 

“Neither have I,” came Kxolo’s honest response.

It hit Neteyam then what new territory they were both entering into. So much of their relationship had been Kxolo showing him the ropes. Kxolo introducing new sensations and experiences to his little omega with such grace and ease. But laying there now with bated breath and pairs of eyes snagged by the other in silent anticipation, Kxolo was just as vulnerable as him. 

“How special.” Kxolo whispered before leaning down to softly mold their lips together again. Even the small movement had the alpha’s cock shifting against his sweet spot, lighting Neteyam’s arousal anew. 

“Want you now.” He pleaded against his lips. “Don’t want to wait anymore.” 

“Mawey, baby boy. I have you.” 

Skilled fingers drew Neteyam’s own braid over his shoulder until the tips of both neural queues rested on his lower stomach. Neteyam’s head pounded, blood rushing at a rate that had his ears ringing. This was it. So many moments that led to this very one and yet he had no idea what to expect. His parents had always explained it as a transformative experience, something beyond what words could describe. 

There was one truth, however, they had failed to mention. To bind two souls together, one must bear their soul first. Kxolo would come to know the raw version of him, the beauty and ugly all at once. Just as he too would learn his mate in a way no one else ever would. 

“I would wait a thousand lifetimes just to have you once.” The last words Kxolo whispered against Neteyam’s lips before the dancing tendrils connected. 

A zap of electricity. 

So sharp and vibrant that it punched a gasp from Neteyam lungs and Kxolo’s fingers suddenly dug into his hips. And then when the initial shockwave had died down, he could finally process the mind numbing sensation. It wasn’t a trickle of concrete thoughts, nor a doorway that opened into his own consciousness. Instead, a series of emotions tumbled together. 

Joy, anticipation, shock, ecstasy, contentment. 

So many swirled together into one pool that it eventually became clear that these were not just his own emotions, but Kxolo’s too. Admiration strummed down the line at the forefront when Kxolo began peppering kisses over his omega’s throat. Elation fell thickly over him like warm honey when Neteyam met those lips with his own. 

Strong unbridled feelings, bared for his soul only. Presented on a silver platter for only Neteyam to explore. 

A sharp burst of pleasure rattled his bones suddenly when Kxolo dared to move his hips. The sensation was far more intense than anything he could have ever imagined as it was shot with not only his own pleasure but also that of his mate’s. Every shift of his alpha’s cock along his velvety tight walls was shot down like lightning through the bond. 

So much to focus on. So much to process that it was only when Kxolo was wiping away tears from his cheeks that Neteyam realized he had started crying. 

“Can you feel me, tiyawn?” Kxolo’s voice dripped into a deep purr, sliding his cheek against Neteyam’s in an intimate form of scenting. 

“Yes!” He blabbered back, voice thick with tears. 

A deep rumble of satisfaction emanated from Kxolo’s chest, seeping into Neteyam’s very being. It was a dark hickory flavor on his tongue, so tangible he found himself almost biting back at air. 

“I can feel you too, oeyӓ [my] omega.” They both groaned in unison as Kxolo dared to pick up the pace of his rutting thrusts. “So gorgeous, little one. Every little part of you. Mine to worship. Mine to treasure.” 

Tears rained down for all new reasons. The tsaheylu bond had his alpha reacting to the new emotion in record time, whispering sweet nothings against his twitching ears. It was all too much. The slide of his alpha’s cock filling his hole. The decadent praise ringing in his skull. That zapping electricity pulsing between them in spades. And then Kxolo’s love. His deep utter devotion and adoration that washed over him in waves that could not be ignored. There was simply no room to deny it. No possible way he could go without accepting the alpha’s tenacious feelings for him. 

The awe from the first time Kxolo had laid eyes on him. The deep rooted curiosity as he had tried over and over to get closer to the omega only to bleed into frustration when he had been held back. The amusement at Neteyam’s sassy remarks. The anger and fear dancing in tandem every time he had run away. The elation of finally witnessing such pleasure mark his mate’s face. The strong willed patience at waiting for his little love to give in to his own feelings, waiting for Neteyam to finally lay down those burdens he insisted on carrying. The sheer gratitude and joy at finally being joined as one.

Every step of that journey fell before him, watching their story through Kxolo’s eyes. 

I see you. 

And he had.

Kxolo had seen him from the very beginning. 

Neteyam shattered. He reached a euphoric high so intense that it had stars dotting across his vision. And along with it, came Kxolo who was snapped to his own release by the bond echoing his mate’s bursting pleasure. 

Warmth filled him. It radiated from him. It pressed down on his smaller body until there was nowhere left to go. Warmth surrounded him into beautiful darkness. 

Night seemed to stretch out as a small eternity, just for them. And Neteyam was grateful for the time as they made love to each other over and over. Even more grateful when there was no one to witness the way Kxolo had him screaming Daddy into the rich soil until he was too brain dead to form syllables. Times was theirs to wield, giving the illusion that all responsibilities and primal desires would be put on the back burner as they were left to make every decision. 

Giving in to Kxolo like this was different. 

In fact, it wasn’t giving in at all. 

He wasn’t giving in to the desires of his omega presentation. He wasn’t giving in to the sinful seduction that rained so commonly from Kxolo’s lips. 

Because this time, it was a choice. A choice made with an alert mind and every fiber of his heart. 

He had not given in, but given himself over to the male he loved. 

Streaks of purple light swayed over their intertwined bodies. Neteyam’s bone dead body lay sprawled over his lover in usual fashion, face tucked against his neck and one leg thrown across the alpha’s hips. Although the tsaheylu bond had been cut off a few minutes prior, the memory of it lay imprinted in Neteyam’s mind. Their bond remained, physically connected or not. 

Neteyam was left to ponder and bask in this afterglow as his alpha consistently brought pieces of fruit to his lips. Thank Eywa for his lover’s prior thinking of packing the necessary food and equipment for the night. Then again, he couldn’t be surprised. Kxolo had always taken meal time very seriously when it came to his stubborn little omega. 

“What made you change your mind?” Kxolo asked, softly breaking the silence. 

Neteyam paused his chewing, peeking up sheepishly to find that his lover had now set the food aside and was directing all of his attention down on him. Even after everything that they had shared together, he still found himself tucking against Kxolo’s chest and away from the intensity of those eyes. Neteyam drew the pads of his fingertips over the Olo’eyktan’s stomach softly, drawing patterns there mindlessly. 

“My mind has slowly been changing for a long time but I didn’t want to accept it.” How strange it felt to now feel guilty over his reluctance. “Not until I came here. And I finally saw what you saw.” 

A shiver raced down his spine when a large hand came to tuck a few braids behind his ear. Even more so when those fingers lingered and traced the line of his jaw. 

“So now you know.” He murmured, the weight of his alpha’s presence wrapping around him. 

“Now I know.” Neteyam echoed. He leaned into his alpha’s touch, recalling the way similar reactions had caused a burst of affection to sweep down the bond every time. “But you didn’t tell me how perfect they are.” 

Kxolo’s hand paused. 

“They?”

“The children.” Neteyam shrugged, lips already stretching impossibly wider into a grin. “Incredibly difficult but perfect all the same.” 

That had Kxolo abruptly veering up onto his elbows without warning. Neteyam reluctantly slid his head off his mate’s warm chest and sat up to look at him. 

“Our children?” Neteyam’s upper arms were clasped between two rough hands, forcing him to meet his mate’s wide eyed expression. “You saw our children?” 

“Um…yes?” He couldn’t fathom why Kxolo was acting this way. After all he had been the one spouting on and on about the sign from Eywa since he got here. 

“Neteyam…” Whatever Kxolo was trying to communicate died on the tip of his tongue as his golden eyes took on a new shimmer. Something softened in the Olo’eyktan’s features and it suddenly felt as if the mighty warrior he had come to know could shatter like glass. 

“Didn’t you?” Neteyam asked, wide eyes searching his mate frantically. 

“No…I would have….you would have known if I had, little one.”

Oh. 

“But you said…” Neteyam’s brows scrunched together. 

“I saw a sign from Eywa here too, even had several other leaders confirm it with their own eyes but that had been of us. Just little snippets of you and me, enough to communicate our fated union but never….” Kxolo let out a breath, that falter in his expression returning. “You truly saw them? Our future family?”

“Yes.” And this time it was Neteyam’s eyes that were clouding with unshed tears. He could barely breathe when the back of his head was captured in a swift grip and Kxolo’s lips were crashing against his. The salty taste of tears melded between their lips but he couldn’t tell from who they came. Most likely both as Kxolo yanked the smaller boy onto his lap and pressed them impossibly close once more. 

The Olo’eyktan’s joy was infectious. It seemed that even beneath the glowing tree of souls it was Kxolo that shined brighter than those vibrant vines. That unbound elation gripped at Neteyam’s own heart until he couldn’t tell if it was the endless kissing or rather the bob of emotion in his throat that caused him to struggle for air. 

When Kxolo pulled away, Neteyam was left panting and delirious as large hands cupped both sides of his head. It felt as if he could float away into the stars again. His fingers twitched, just barely restraining himself from reaching over to connect tsaheylu again. 

“Tell me everything.” Kxolo demanded, ears eagerly perked forward in anticipation. 

“Well,” Neteyam let out an exhaled laugh. “What do you want to know?”

“As I said, everything. Do not hold out on me now, yawntutsyip.” 

Neteyam scrunched his nose in fake admonishment. “Well for one thing I can easily see where some of them get their demanding attitude from.” 

Kxolo simply chuckled before nipping at his mate’s jaw. “Do they give you trouble, tiyawn?”

“Only as much as you do,” He tried to veer away from the tickling sensation of Kxolo’s lips against his neck and occasional nips but the alpha was giving him not an inch to escape. “Times four of course.” 

That effectively had Kxolo relinquishing the attack. 

“Four children?” 

“Three boys and one girl I think.” Another shiver induced when Kxolo’s tail came to wrap around his own. “But of course it is only a vision of what could be. Anything could change.” 

However, Neteyam knew just as well as Kxolo that now that the idea of four had been introduced the alpha was not going to stop until he got that. Perhaps even more if the insinuations present in the vision were much to go by. 

“I think your daughter may be the cause of your downfall.” Neteyam teased but that only made Kxolo smile until his eyes crinkled. 

“A daughter and sons.” He marveled. 

“A rambunctious set for sure.” 

“Hm, just like you then.” Kxolo hummed, fingers snatching his mate’s chins to bring their faces closer together. Even with that teasing mischief sparkling in his alpha’s eyes, Neteyam couldn’t find it in himself to refute the comment. 

“Absolutely beautiful. Perfect.” It came out as a wistful sigh as his mind trailed back to the way they had clung to their father. Such a unique set of qualities that made every child a burst of pure sunshine. And just like the sun, they would draw Neteyam and Kxolo into their orbit, where they could never escape. Their perfect babies. 

“Exactly like their mother then.” Kxolo spoke, this time lacking that teasing quality. Neteyam’s heart stuttered. How was he ever going to get used to being around this male? 

“I love you.” 

The alpha’s shoulders lowered slowly, a long exhale coming from somewhere deep inside of him. As if the male was finally settling into the world around him and peace had settled into every speck of his countenance. Three little words that were savoured until they had been drilled into his very soul. 

Neteyam wanted to ask his mate what burden he had let go of but before he had the chance, Kxolo was softly connecting their tendrils together again. The tsaheylu weaved into place. 

“I’ve yearned for you, loved you, far before I knew you.” Kxolo leaned forward and pressed their faces together as his omega melted into their connection. He grinned against his mate’s temple as his eyes closed. “And now, you can finally feel it.”

It was no surprise that Pulo could not, or rather would not, keep his mouth shut for one night. By the time they made it back to the village there were already people rushing down to gather and congratulate them. Somehow it seemed that in the chaos of emotions Neteyam had not fully grasped what a big deal it would be to mate with the Olo’eyktan of this tribe. He felt it now as he was embraced and passed around like a toy people were waiting to get their hands on. 

Despite the crowds, nothing could dim his own happiness. Kxolo was much better at dealing with the mass of people, having done so many times as their leader, but Neteyam also managed to get a few set responses he could say over and over that did the job. The warm welcome was greatly appreciated but as he saw Pulo and Tamil grabbing at his mate it reminded him that there was really only one person he was wanting to hear from. 

So with one last glance at his very distracted alpha, Neteyam managed to spout some excuse and escape the jittering crowd. He slipped down the now familiar path towards Vamai’s family home but it only took a minute before he was knocked off of his feet. He hit the ground with a forced oof, brain frantically trying to catch up with what had happened. 

“Some fucking friend you are!” Vamai accused, quickly straddling his waist and pinning the other omega’s hands above his head. Despite her narrowed eyes, her playful ire could not properly break through that glow of glee. “How dare you not consult me beforehand.” 

His laughter was strained slightly with her weight still resting on him but soon her lips were turning upwards too. 

“I figured you would just tease me for taking so long in the first place.” 

“And a silly boy you are for waiting indeed.” White teeth on full display, Vamai radiated a rush of vibrant energy. An energy she seemed to not be able to contain any longer because within seconds she was toppling over the male and wrapping her arms around him as tight as a vice. 

They giggled and squeezed one another while struggling to get back into an upright position. More than once a few of the beads and ornaments in Vamai’s hair tangled with his own braids. It took several minutes of clumsily prying at the knots while tears streaked down their cheeks from laughter before they were separated.  

Vamai didn’t waste a second once they were both on their feet. She snatched Neteyam’s wrist and with a quick, “come on,” began racing through the trees. Following after her swift leaps dashing feet and constant giggling, it felt just like the first time she had dragged him off in a rush. In fact, they took the same path now. The path towards the river that Neteyam now knew like the back of his hand. 

And although the moment drew such a distinct parallel to the first time meeting her, Neteyam could hardly fathom how much had changed. How this chaotic, and oftentimes strange, girl he had once met had morphed into his closest confidant. His partner in crime. The one person he knew he could freely tell every secret to. 

Unlike that first day, Neteyam laughed along with her antics as they bounded through the greenery. He followed her silly dances and even took a fall when trying to imitate her ambitious leaps with grace. 

By the time they made it back to sit at the river’s edge, there were leaves sticking out of his hair and their faces flush with sweat. They toppled back onto the rocks and Neteyam beat Vamai this time in laying down in the very shallow beginnings of the shore. 

“Hurry up.” His prompting was met with a shove before she laid beside him. 

“Guess you can’t get rid of me now.” She teased, elbowing him lightly. 

“Was I ever able to before?”

Their laughter mingled together to bounce between the trees. The clouds had parted and they revealed the noon day sun in its wake. Although it hurt his eyes, Neteyam could not tear them away from the beautiful shapes forming in the sky. It felt as if Eywa herself was smiling down on him. 

“I knew you’d stay.” Vamai spoke after a long draw of silence. 

“Hm, it seems you’ve been the only one for a long time.” 

“What can I say? Womens’ intuition.” She beamed even as a handful of water was splashed into her face. Retaliation was immediate. The two wrestled and splashed at one another until they were both panting for breath and Vamai’s intricate hairstyle was beyond the point of salvaging. 

“How are you going to tell them?” 

Neteyam paused from his place leaning against a rock and squeezing his braids out. “I don’t know. I suppose I will have to tell my family at some point.” And something flickered in Vamai’s gaze when he gave a shrug. 

“Aren’t you scared?” 

She leaned forward when his brows knitted together and he paused in thought. “Not really. Nervous of course but I don’t feel scared per say. Not anymore.” 

The smile he gave was not returned easily. Neteyam could practically see the gears in Vamai’s head turning. There was something plaguing her, he knew it. However, Vamai held her secrets near and dear to her heart. 

“Are you alright?” 

“What? Oh yeah, it’s nothing. Just a bit sore.” She snapped out of thought and put on a show of pouting. 

“Sore?” He questioned but Vamai gave him a look. “Oh.”

She nodded with a sigh. 

“What did you do now?” 

“Nothing really.” She waved it off, fingers coming up to fuss with her hair again. 

“Vamai,”

“Just got caught sneaking back in after eclipse. It shouldn’t have been a big deal but my sempu [father] has been especially strict lately.”

When his concerned gaze caught how she shifted in her seat, she simply rolled her eyes and added, “Stop worrying, you big baby. I’m not that fragile.” 

“Do you ever think that maybe you wouldn’t have to be so strong if you at least tried to stay out of trouble?”

“Now what would be the fun in that?” With a crooked grin she wiggled her hairless brows until Neteyam simply let out a snort and leaned back against the rock. 

“What about you? Are you going to become a, what is it you called it, a goody two shoes now that you are mated to the Olo’eyktan?” 

He giggled along with her joke but there was something about her words that made his mind spin. Mated. He was mated. Neteyam was finally going to call this place home. 

“Don’t worry, he doesn’t get off the hook that easily.” 

“I’m glad you’re here, Nete. Or rather, finally happy to be here.” She reached over to clasp his hand in her own. “Because you can’t take it back now. You know that right?” 

It was meant to be a joke but the shadow of doubt it originated from could still be picked out from her demeanor. And it struck him then that although Vamai had been his friend for what felt like forever now, she had spent most of that time wondering if he was still going to be there the next morning. She had always lived with the chance that he would run home and never return. 

“Thank you, Vamai.”

She snorted. “For what? Making you realize your horny thoughts, cause there’s no need. I enjoyed it.” Fangs on display, she gave a sneaky smirk. 

“Well yes, you little minx but not just that.” He kept her hand captive when he could feel her hesitantly wanting to move away. No doubt she could sense that he was no longer going to joke around and make light of the situation. A new atmosphere settled between them that made her squirm. “Thank you for being my friend. You have always been the one person I could go to without judgment.” 

Her shoulders dropped, a softness falling over her features. 

“I know I’m mated to Kxolo now and you may think that’s why I’m staying but…” Neteyam paused, making sure to snag her eyes with his own. “I hope you know that you were the first person I fell in love with here.” 

And there was a moment, just one moment before Vamai crumbled completely. She flung into his arms clumsily just in time for him to react with his own vice-like grip. Her shoulders shaked as little sobs crawled up her throat. It felt as if his own throat was blocked with a thick emotion, making it hard for him to breathe. All until he couldn’t hold back his own tears. They clutched onto one another for dear life.

“Platonically of course.” Neteyam managed to get out with a thick voice and immediately the two broke into a fit of broken laughter. 

A simple mess of tears and lungs barely able to take in oxygen, it took a while before Vamai could softly speak into his shoulder. “I love you, Nete.”

“I love you too.”

Lo’ak stared up at the fabric ceiling of his kelku. His right foot periodically pushed against an exposed trunk to swing him back and forth in his hammock. Nothing helped his nerves. Vamai had been concerned, had even apologized. 

“I’m sorry for taking your evening.” She had said. 

The last thing in the world she should ever apologize for. If anything he would rather have an apology for her not resting beside him in bed every night because that’s where she should’ve been right now. She was meant to be nestled against him as eclipse casted a glow through their kelku and she rambled on about whatever nonsense had come to fill her mind that day. 

But who was he kidding?

Fated mates or not, Vamai was the most stubborn omega he had ever met. It was a characteristic that both kept him up at night in frustration and made him yearn for her that much more as the hours rolled by. 

Lo’ak thought that getting away from the tense dinner with his family early tonight would help bring him some peace. At least then he wouldn’t have to witness the strained looks between his parents as they silently communicated their worries. Surely now that their audience was gone they would once again be discussing strategy for the Neteyam situation. However, escaping that stress had only given him more time to torment himself with the thought of her. 

By Eywa, what the hell was he getting himself into? 

Vamai was among the tribe that had kidnapped his brother. She was the very definition of forbidden fruit. Not to mention the deep turmoil that he had already developed with her Olo’eyktan. He should have been helping his parents think of ways to get his brother back. He should have been trying to keep his family from falling apart instead of daydreaming about some girl.

But Vamai wasn’t some girl.

She was his fated mate. Every fiber of his being knew it. Just as every fiber of him knew that no matter what she threw his way, or anyone else for that matter, he wouldn’t give up. 

And for a moment, just a singular second, Lo’ak wondered if perhaps that is what Kxolo had felt when he took his brother. 

However, just as that thought began to take root, Lo’ak sprung up at the most wonderful sound. 

“Soooo let’s say I did go to the outpost with. Theoretically, of course” Her voice rang into his ear piece, splitting a wide grin over Lo’ak’s lips. 

THE END

Wow I can't believe it is finished! I can't count how many times I have cried over this story! Nor can I tell you how grateful I am for everyone that has ever shown an interest in this little thing I've written. Especially to those that have been INCREDIBLY patient as I've struggled to finish this. Thank you from the bottom of my heart<3

Currently I am heavily considering doing a shorter little sequel where we get to finish Lo'ak and Vamai's story while getting a look into mated life between Kxolo and Neteyam plus finally telling the Sully family. If you are interested in this, please let me know

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[ikemenomegas]

There's that scene in Phantom Parade where Gojo tells nanami that if he didn't go with him, he would scream and cry on the spot and in your au, id expect nanami to slowly turn to gojo's alpha and go: 😕😮‍💨

😆i have no idea the context of that interaction, sounds like something inspired by Gojo and Nanami's terrible Hokkaido work adventure, but it did make me giggle bc you're absolutely correct

"Why is he like this?"

"Hmm?" you turned slowly. Satoru had kept you up last night. You stifled a yawn. You'd spent over six hours humoring him through losing spectacularly at final fantasy fifteen. Or at least you thought it was losing, could you lose that kind of game? Either way, you were pleasantly sleepy and the world felt washed in cotton.

So you thought Nanami had spoken, but maybe that was just many years of getting good at reading the gradation of Kento Nanami's Shades of Exasperation.

Nanami was staring at you and so was Satoru, with a kind of familiar hesitation that indicated he was awaiting some kind of reaction from one or both of you. So you decided that whether or not Nanami had spoken was probably irrelevant.

Your kouhai's expression now told you he was seriously wondering whether or not you'd been hit on the head when he wasn't looking. It wasn't like you'd complain about it if you had been.

"I'll go with you, Satoru," you said, equably, gazing up into your mate's covered eyes and falling back on something that occasionally satisfied whatever mood he was in, although efficacy tended to depend upon what exactly he wanted. Where were promising to go? No clue, but hopefully somewhere where you could get something to drink. As you'd grown older, staying awake all or most of the night seemed to make you more inclined to dehydration the next day.

A loud, whiny "Noo-ooo," left Satoru's lips. They were glossy with just a slightly darker shade of pink at the center like he'd freshly applied the lip tint you'd bought him last week. He'd said it was some limited edition thing that tasted, or at least smelled like it should taste, like umeshu.

"Of course you'd come--" Satoru had continued with making a scene, and Nanami looked like he was starting to grind his jaw a little, which was a bad habit both you and Shoko had been trying to break him of, "--unless you're the kind of alpha to leave me alone--".

You reached for Nanami's shoulder to prod him but your hand was snatched from the air and enfolded into Satoru's, a jealous tint to the air that you knew was all performative. Probably.

At least that had worked. Nanami looked like his mouth was about to drop open.

You wanted to point out that Satoru was already well on the way to crocodile tears by this point. "I thought the crying was going to be for Nanami," you teased with a tired, almost fond sigh.

A loud, near approximation of a whining, petulant sob left Satoru's pink lips. You wondered if there was actually any alcohol in the lip tint. Maybe the fumes were going to his head.

"Why are you ganging up on me!?" he exclaimed, ridiculous and provocative, and clearly angling to see where this was going.

Fine. Never let it be said that you didn't know how to go for a killing blow, even against Gojo Satoru,

"Well, you look awful pretty when you cry. I just thought I'd give you a chance to show it off," you said, reaching up to cup his cheek, the very image of an alpha placating an omega.

Nanami's palm hit his face with a near audible little smack. Whoops.

Satoru snickered as he drew you up the street, long legs eating up the distance so smooth it was almost like he was gliding. You followed along, trailing for a bit just to make sure Nanami was in fact, grudgingly, trudging along in Satoru's wake.

It occurred to you that you still didn't know where he thought you were going.