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the wooden glen

Pairing: So'lek/Human!Fem!Reader

Summary: There are plenty of abandoned Resistance field labs across the Western Frontier of Pandora, and you happen to be assigned to the one that cuts through one of So'lek's usual routes to HQ.

Word Count: 8k+

Na'vi Words Used: 'eylanay - acquaintance (with the potential of becoming a friend), kuru - queue braid, 'eylan - friend, palulukan - thanator, sevin 'eve - pretty girl, kalin - sweet, mawey - calm, tewng - loincloth, tawtute - human

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of solitude, keeping sane, potential danger, smut, dni minors, oral (fem!receive), mentioned biting, scenting, and claiming, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it you skxawng), belly bulge, creampie, swearing, etc.

Taglist: @mooniequeen

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Wooden Glen Field Lab, a Resistance Field Lab, just northeast of the Aranahe Hometree. Your new home.

It had been overrun by the flora and fauna of Pandora, left abandoned when the Resistance had to close back up due to heavy RDA activity. Several of these sites were vacated, but times have changed, and the Resistance needed these labs back up and running now more than ever. You've never been stationed at one until now, and from where you stood, it was quaint. Back on Earth, you wouldn't have been able to afford anything at even half of this shack's size, so you took it as a blessing. Thank you, Eywa.

Speaking of, you noticed something indicating a different kind of wildlife has been through here. A campfire just outside the lab on the forest floor and Na'vi-designed woven baskets and material stationed around it. Signs of the natives using this place as shelter. One of the remaining Sarentu acted as your guide and protection for the journey here, and explained that it was normal for any friendly Na'vi to rest at the scattered field labs throughout their journies and you would likely see more of them. They didn't say much else after that, however, wishing you luck and leaving once they were sure there wasn't any nearby danger around.

Taking a deep breath through your mask, you walk up to the human-fashioned shack surrounded by wildlife and vegetation. It hadn't been used in some time, so you take out your SID device and use it to power up the small complex, watching as the lights and terminal flash then power back on as if good as new. Someone had tried to turn this place into a more welcome environment, placing various small potted plants all around the space and in makeshift shelves made of tree branches. It looked a bit hippy, and you wouldn't be surprised if the former RDA-turned-rebel who lived here used to be a botanist.

Looking up, you took note of the netted hammock that was storing extra supplies and luggage up above to keep out of the way. Looking down, you're careful to watch your step as occasional rubbish and cables scatter across the floor, left abandoned by its former resident. One side of the small lab was clearly meant to be for business, hosting a work bench, the terminal, and additional medical supplies and weaponry.

On the other side, it looked more like a living space, sporting a portable counter fridge, bookshelves, and of course all of the freaking house plants. One corner looked like a reading nook, with a bean bag made of several different colored-fabric, surrounded by papers and empty paper coffee cups, the lights above giving off a warm atmosphere. Setting down your things, you decide on tidying up your new home before settling in for the night.

You must have been cleaning the space for hours by the time you heard a faint rustle outside. Looking up, you spare a glance at the rifle on the wall before bravely deciding to check out the noise without it. It's your first night here... surely there wouldn't be any danger right away, would there? As you step out of your new base, you glance around until you notice the unlit campfire. Standing there stood a male Na'vi, but not just a random stranger.

You recognized So'lek as one of the most significant Na'vi faces who tend to prowl around Resistance HQ. Everyone knows who he is, everyone knows his story, and everyone -including humans- knows to give him a wide berth. His sharp eyes had been looking directly at you, since he noticed you before you saw him, and his gaze narrowed with suspicion just as you gasp in shock.

"Oh! Hello."

His hard stare is the only thing keeping your feet frozen to the floor of your lab before he knowingly states, "You are from the headquarters."

You nod, faintly shocked that he remembered your face, especially since neither of you have shared a word until now, "Alma and Priya asked me to man this lab so it stays functional for botany research and RDA activity."

"I see."

You relax some, only for a thought to dawn in your head as you point to the Na'vi made structure right outside your new home, "Wait, is this your campfire? Have you been living here?"

"When I occasionally travel through this area, yes."

Nodding, you open your arm out wide to gesture to the whole yard outside the lab, "You were here first, so help yourself to whatever is yours. I'll stay out of the way."

"No need," he shakes his head then, the first movement he ever made upon recognizing you, "You will be staying here for a lot longer than I. And besides, I prefer to rest outside."

"Alright, will you be resting here for the night? I think it's supposed to rain so I plan on shutting down the place and locking myself in."

"I am moving on for the night. Just needed some things I left behind. I will be coming back this direction on my way to HQ in three days."

"Sounds good. Safe travels."

He nods and turns to go, before pausing two seconds and then tilting his head back toward you, "Stay alert while you're out here, 'eylanay. Do not ever let your guard down."

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His words were haunting and bothersome, but you suppose he doesn't have a choice than to be that way after everything he's been through. Plus, he's from this world and knows its dangers better than you do. The thought that something could be lurking just outside or staring at you through the window sent chills down your spine.

As you stated, you locked down the two large doorways that open up the shack and secure all the windows, waiting until the oxygen levels are steady before removing your mask. You had closed everything up just in time, the storm hitting just moments after. Out of everything beautiful here, you didn't envy Pandora's storms, so fierce and terrifying... and you were alone.

A beep pings from your terminal and you try to pretend you didn't dash over to answer it, "Hey, Priya."

"Hey! Did you settle in okay? Is it scary? Is it dangerous? Oh, what am I saying? Of course, it's dangerous! And scary and dangerous are almost one in the same--"

"Priya, I'm fine," you smile to yourself, unsure if you missed her ramblings or not, "Everything's fine. It's actually quite peaceful here."

"Oh, good!"

"And it's comforting to know that So'lek treks through here often enough to where I won't feel completely alone and he could check in if I need any help."

"You saw So'lek?"

"Yeah, he just happened to be passing through."

"That's perfect! Oh, that makes me feel so much better! I'll make sure to send another radio with him next time so that you two could chat between each other or if you need him to check on you. Oh, this is gonna be great! You guys can chat to each other whenever you need some company!"

"Uh, Priya...?"

"I mean, just think about it! You're going to be living alone in the middle of the forest and he's constantly traveling alone. It's perfect! So cool!"

"Okay..." You try not to sound a little put-off by her suggestion but decided to kindly cut her off, "Hey, I think I'm gonna clock out for the night. I'm tired from the cleaning."

"Cleaning? Why did you need to clean?"

~~~~~~~~~

Three days later, So'lek comes back through, as promised. He immediately finds you outside, in your mask, wearing worn-out clothes while you work around and monitor the plants that the resident before you had planted. The plan was for you to continue their work, and while you weren't a botanist, you figured that the notes the previous tenant left behind could help you continue their research.

Looking up from taking notes, you noticed So'lek standing a half a dozen yards away from you. To attempt at being friendly, you wave him over and feel both surprise and pride when he walks closer to join you.

"I half expected to find you dead already."

"Only half?" You snort in amusement, "It's nice to hear that you had some faith in me, if only a little bit."

He kept his face blank, not reacting to your tease, "I still would never drop my guard if I were you, 'eylanay."

"Yes, yes, I know," you take note of the direction he came in and come up with your own observation, "Are you heading back to HQ?"

He nods and you flash a small smile of sympathy, "A word of warning? Priya is going to be handing you a radio to bring back to me when you get there. She wants to make sure you and I keep in contact should I ever need help."

You don't miss the small grimace on his face when you mention Priya. You can't entirely blame him, knowing that Priya is a lot to handle for someone who prefers to be left alone, and everyone knows how desperate Priya is to make Na'vi friends, So'lek most of all.

He nods once more, schooling his face back to something more neutral, "Very well. Is there anything else you need from Headquarters?"

"Uh... when do you think you'll be coming back through?"

"Less than a week."

"Maybe some rations then, just to be safe."

~~~~~~~~~

That is basically the gist of your conversations with So'lek for the next upcoming month. Every time he comes through, whether heading to or from Resistance HQ, he makes time for small talk, talk that only lasts less than ten minutes, then he's gone before you have time to say goodbye. It doesn't bother you a whole lot, but that could be from the feeling of loneliness. You'll take a few moments of conversation with practically anyone and anything if it will keep you sane from your solitude, even So'lek, who was hardly one for words to begin with. Part of you wondered if you'll end up like him if you continued working alone in this lab without anyone else to talk to you.

He never stays the night at his campfire, or maybe he does and he happens to leave before you even wake up. Either way, you never see him sitting outside or sleeping by the fire as you imagined he once did before you came along and took his space. He brings back any supplies you ask of him whenever he's on his way back from headquarters, and sometimes he brings items that Priya practically had to beg him to take to you. They weren't necessities, but you appreciated the comics and recordings of guitar solos one of the Resistance members likely cooked up. You didn't believe Priya would be capable, but you had to wonder whoever was sneaking you dirty romance novels among those supplies, and how your suspicions only heightened when you realize the novels were about a human female and her alien male lover. Despite how horrified you felt when discovering that little surprise hidden among your rations, it was... comforting, to say the least. It helped keep you sane and one with your humanity. You were also thankful that So'lek didn't appear to notice what he was tasked to give you.

One month turns into two, and there was a patch of weeks where you hadn't seen So'lek at all. A part of you told yourself not to worry, knowing he had a mission that took him in the opposite direction of your field lab, or at least that's what Priya told you. The other part of you, however, couldn't help looking out your window before bed every night, wondering if he'd be there the one time you looked. Suddenly you found yourself immerced in those dirty romance novels just to keep yourself from worrying too much, and you were beginning to question your mind when you realized you had begun to picture the male alien lover to look like So'lek in your head as you read.

That one fateful day you decide to leave the large doors completely open to let the fresh air through the lab was the one day you shouldn't have even gotten out of bed. You heard the deep growl first, then your hairs on the back of your neck stood on edge. You were inside the complex and quickly look around for your rifle, but the moment you made too quick of movement was when the thanator leaped into action. It roared loudly, deafening your small ears, as it leapt up onto the walkway leading into the lab before prowling right inside as if it owned the place, it's eyes never leaving you for a second, practically freezing you where you stand. You internally curse whoever designed those doors to be big enough for a thanator and you hope they're rotting in Hell. As the beast corners you into the smallest space of the lab, a part of you hopes you'll meet that inventor in Hell so you can kill them again yourself.

The thanator's nose scrunches as its snarling muzzle curled up, its limbs lowering closer to the ground, ready to strike. When it bows its back to pounce, you faintly catch sight of a collar or some form of restraint around the creature's neck, clearly of RDA make judging by the worn and chipped yellow paint coated over the metal. You wonder if it would be the last thing you ever see, a creation made from the ones you swore to fight against.

An entire barrage of gunfire shrieks through the air, bullets raining into the thanator's side at the same time it cries out in pain. So'lek inched forward until he leaps up into the lab, stepping into the open doorway and continuing his assault until he empties the entire clip into the beast's hind. As he's going to reload, the thanator decides to retreat, mewling and whining in pain as it tries to limp out of the opposite door it came through. So'lek had other ideas, however, loading his rifle once more and emptying out another whole clip into the beast, even after its body fell dead outside.

So'lek finally stopped, the silence ringing in your ears after being forced to be in the same small space as an assault rifle. He hops back out of the lab and trudges over to the dead body outside, knife in hand just to be safe. You take your time, gasping for breath as your mask hissed and testing your shaking legs out as you slowly but surely step right outside the door to see for yourself.

"I... I thought thanators were territorial?" You find your voice, swallowing down saliva when your chords cracked from fear, "Last I checked, this place wasn't in any known territory."

"These are the Severed kind our Sarentu informers have been running into," So'lek explained almost robotically while nudging the dead creature with his foot, "Animals whose kuru have been cut. Experiments, courtesy of the Sky People."

"There... Usually, there are two of them, right?"

"Nor mentioned he managed to kill one, but not its partner. This must have been the one that got away." He paused as if remembering something, before his eyes finally peer up to meet yours, "Are you alright?"

Your exhale isn't very strong, and your voice quivered, but you nod, "I... I think so. Just... shakened..."

His eyes squint, but he didn't look as though he was judging or analyzing you. He looked... for lack of a better word, concerned, "Perhaps I should take you back to base camp."

You shake your head while trying to muster a weak, joking smile, "I think I need to sleep for two days straight before I do that. That took a lot out of me."

He doesn't comment and instead offers to help clean up the mess of bullets and anything the thanator might have knocked out of place while causing a rampage through the base. You don't refuse or even agree, you just nod and move back inside to get started.

The two of you clean up in silence, all the while So'lek keeps a close eye on you, and you pretend not to notice. It's hard not to, however, since his gaze can drive your skin to rise and heat up unlike anyone you've ever met before.

He noticed how your hands were still shaking as you pick up a couple of fallen books, "'Eylan..."

"I'm alright," you wave off, too strung up to even acknowledge the achievement of gaining a new friendship status with the hard-won Na'vi man, "Just... too tense. How did you know I needed help?"

"I was already on my way here. I picked up the animal's scent and started to run and hope I wasn't too late."

You didn't dare assume that tone in his voice was trembling. You knew that assuming anything out of someone who kept his cards close to his chest would be wrong. Your eyes briefly look up at the Na'vi man, a faint smile on your lips, "You weren't. You were right on time. Thank you..."

Unbeknowst to you, So'lek's chest squeezed almost painfully at the sight of your grateful smile. Even through all that adrenaline and fear, you were still standing and unharmed, which relieved him so much to the point that it frightened him. He didn't think he would feel such fear when he had first caught the scent of the feral palulukan mixed in with the one he had come to associate with you. And yet, his legs moved before his mind was made up, running faster than he ever thought possible out of desperation.

To hear your reassurance that he had managed to save you on time strikingly comforted him, and yet, he didn't feel as though you were completely safe despite the danger being gone. He moved his eyes to watch the world outside your window to avoid your gaze as he spoke,

"I do not feel comfortable moving on and leaving you here alone tonight. If it will help, I will keep watch as you rest."

With his eyes off yours, he failed to notice your face heat up or the bug-eyed expression you sent his way. Of course, you knew you wouldn't sleep very well tonight and would like nothing more than to have some company after nearly dying. However, you also tried to play it cool and nonchalant. After all, this man did warn you to always keep your guard up, and you would hate to disappoint him, despite the odd friendship you now shared.

You simply shrug as a way to try and hide your embarrassment, "I know it'd be useless to try and convince you otherwise, so do what you want."

You activate the doors to slide completely shut, locking the two of you inside as you listen for the familiar hiss of oxygen being filtered in and out. Only when the terminal deems it safe do you remove your mask and walk over the mask station. You hang up yours and retrieve a smaller one for So'lek, handing the device to him. So'lek expertly breathes into the mask once and then lets the device dangle around his neck before he moves to the window. You watch him retreat before moving over to snuggle into the bean bag resting in the corner, trying to ignore the tall Na'vi now standing by your window as you close your eyes.

While he kept watch, he also occasionally watched you as well. You looked even smaller than usual, lying curled up in the bean bag as if trying to disappear from the world. After everything you've been through today, it's understandable you'd still be antsy, but So'lek had to commend you for how brave and put-together you appeared to be in the face of danger. He doesn't know many sky demons who are capable of that, which is why he had found himself conversing with you more than he should have over the course of these months.

Since the day you first arrived at Wooden Glen, an ugly part in his head immediately told him to stay back, keep away from you, and try not to get used to your scent. Despite hating most humans -with the Resistance balancing on that tight rope-, he surprised even himself when he didn't feel those emotions toward you. You, who immediately gave him space and didn't question him. You, who respected his boundaries and opted to live peacefully in the same space when you learned he would occasionally rest at the lab. You weren't defensive or suspicious, and you didn't expect anything from him. Sure, most of the Resistance fighters were like that -hence why they no longer worked for the RDA- but none of them were you.

So'lek may be hard to talk to and therefore found it hard to form bonds, but he's not blind. He knows beauty when he sees it, and despite hating almost everything the Sky People create, he didn't hate whatever method of creation made you. You were not Na'vi by any means, yet he couldn't help the way his eyes scan your body, so much smaller in comparison to his, and wonder what it would be like to press you into him. And your scent-- oh, your scent. Somehow, it lingered in his nostrils even from miles away in a vastly different part of Pandora. There wasn't much to your scent. It wasn't perfume or deodorant. Nothing distinct, and yet he knows it's you the moment he catches a whiff of it. It's not a bad scent. It's just you. He internally knows that there's nothing bad about it, least of all you.

So you could imagine the horror he felt when he had drawn close to the lab that day, only to smell a thanator in your general direction.

Unaware of his staring, you felt unnerved and restless now that you were finally trying to sleep. You weren't sure if you had laid there for hours or mere minutes, but you began to toss and turn, your heart beating loudly in your chest and unable to slow down.

So'lek noticed your transgressions immediately and voiced his thoughts, "You should get some sleep, my friend."

"I can't," you murmur quietly, "I'm too jumpy and too tense... Too cold."

He wasn't sure what came over him, but the sight of you restless and your claims of being cold pulled him from the window. He strides across the room and crouches in front of your form, ignoring the shock and hidden worry behind your eyes. You had grown still, a little cautious as to what would happen or what he would do if you moved. You get your answer as his large hand slowly rises up and rests over your forehead. You didn't dare move, feeling the heat of his palm against your face, and-- by god, his hand was so large, it could easily fit your whole skull without a problem.

He stomps down whatever he is feeling in his gut when his hand presses against your skin, a little shocked at how smooth you feel beneath his touch. He hadn't experienced many humans before, especially not up close and personal. The softness of your skin was... new and an interesting sensation. So'lek couldn't help but wonder what the rest of you might feel like beneath his touch.

He huffs with a faint smirk on his lips, "You are definitely cold."

Despite seeing anything other than a scowl on his face for the first time, you couldn't help the slight sting of your sarcasm emerge, scoffing and lightly swatting his hand away, "Thanks, Captain Obvious."

His eyes squint in confusion, "I do not understand."

"Never mind," you wave it off easily enough, starting to sit up before you notice So'lek inching closer, beginning to crowd your space. Your jaw nearly slacked before you picked it back up and found your words again, "Uh... what are you doing?"

He wasn't entirely sure himself. His usual instinct to stay away was nonexistent. A different instinct took over, and he wasn't sure if it terrified or intrigued him, but the scent you were giving off definitely wasn't helping him form a clear thought.

"Warming you up."

He said it like it was the simplest thing in the world as if your heart didn't just threaten to leap straight out of your mouth as his large body suddenly started to surround you in every sense of the word. It could've been from being so touch-starved and lonely, or it could've been your attraction toward him. Either way, your body immediately felt hot, and he wasn't even completely touching you yet. If you had half a sensible mind, you would immediately look away from the intensity of his sharp, yellow gaze, hiding the blush beginning to creep up over your face, but you didn't. You found yourself entranced by him, unable to look away.

He's pressing into your space now, completely pinning you into the bean bag, and yet you didn't feel scared or suspicious of ill intent. You felt yourself trusting his slow methods... as if he was testing to see what you would do. The long length of his strongly corded body overpowers your smaller form, encompassing you with his... well, everything. He took up your vision, your touch, and your hearing, and suddenly, you felt your mouth go dry with the need to taste as well. His eyes flick down, away from your eyes, and your mouth unconsciously opens in a silent gasp. You watch his eyes stare intently at your lips, his strong jaw visibly tightening underneath his skin. His face leans closer to yours until you feel his hot breath fan over your face, forcing your eyes to blink. He briefly looks up to watch your pretty eyelashes flutter before finally opening his mouth.

"Yes or no, sevin 'eve?"

You don't know what that means, but your body shivers in response regardless. You're scared to reach out and touch first in case this is all just a dream after falling asleep while reading those romance novels. You don't miss the way his brow ridge furrows as if in pain as he watched you wet your bottom lip and find the words to speak,

"Yes."

He's molding your lips together before the word even fully leaves your mouth, forcing you to inhale through your nose and feeling dizzy by the scent of his musk. His lips were bigger than yours, making the kiss sloppy until the two of you found a rhythm that suited you both. The air was stolen from your lungs as he seemed hellbent on constantly chasing your lips whenever you needed to pull away to breathe.

You weren't sure how long you kissed, losing track of time, immersed in the sensation before you were all too aware of the wet patch forming between your legs with the way he carefully laid his weight down on your pelvis. You find yourself moaning into his mouth, and his reaction is instantaneous.

His hands are finally on you, starting at your waist and moving up, pushing the fabric of your shirt up as he goes to expose your skin to him. Your heart leaps at the feel of his large hands, practically covering your entire waist, able to expand his fingers over the soft valley of your stomach.

His amazement is replaced by a scowl when his hands push your shirt up enough to expose your bra, "Why must your people feel the need to cover yourselves in so many layers? This is criminal."

You're not offended, finding yourself breathlessly laughing at his expense. You move your hands to grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, "If you think that's bad, you should try unhooking this thing."

He frowns but doesn't protest, taking his mask and breathing in its contents, waiting for your instruction as he stares down at your bra as if it offended him by simply existing. Dare I say it almost looked as though he was pouting if such an expression existed within So'lek. You bite your lip to refrain from laughing more and gently grasp his hands. He clearly had the strength to pull away, his hands so much larger than yours, but he lets you guide him to the expanse of your back where he's met with the strap of your bra. Small hooks kept the offending piece of fabric together, and while he tried to fiddle with it, it only made his frustration grow.

You're not surprised when he finally gives up and just rips the bra apart like it was nothing, but you still groan in slight annoyance, "I only have a few of those, you know."

"You will not be needing any of them from here on out," he states gruffly, with confidence, as he moves down to plant large, smooth kisses down the front of your neck and toward the space between your now exposed breasts, your heartbeat strong against his lips.

So'lek was determined to be rid of all of your bras in the near future. He'll burn them if he has to. This world is not a place for the Sky People's opinions on indecent exposure, nor is their culture and fashion welcome in So'lek's eyes. As if he needed another reason to hate the Sky People, their insistence on covering someone as beautiful as you up was the cherry on top.

His hands and mouth move onto your breasts, squeezing and kissing, licking over both of your nipples. You were more pliable and squishy compared to Na'vi women, but So'lek loved it because it just meant there was more of you to hold. He liked the feel of your tits, warm and heavy in his palms. Why need a bra when his hands are literally right here?

You lean back, sighing up at the ceiling and gasping when he slips one of your nipples into his mouth, unknowingly arching your back to push your chest further into his hands, much to his inner delight. His tongue is wet and rough, running circles around the bud until it forms into a peak then he moves on to the other one, keeping his hand occupied on whichever tit that wasn't currently in his mouth. Your skin rises wherever he touches, and your hips involuntarily try to move, your need for anything to press between your legs only growing when So'lek gently bites his teeth around the tit he was playing with. You nearly rock your hips up at the feel of his fangs sinking slowly into your skin, not puncturing or causing you to bleed, but causing a bruise to form when he finally pulled away, your breasts now slicked with his saliva and one marked with his teeth.

His breath was unsteady now, his eyes blown out of proportion, hiding the yellow color behind those black voids of a pupil. His eyes rake over your form, smugly enjoying how flushed you look with wet, kiss-bitten lips, tangled hair, and scrunched eyebrows, Sitting back on his hunches and taking it all in, So'lek's eyes finally land on your lower half, your thigh muscles clenching at the way his expression turns to hunger.

He hooks his fingers into the hem of your bottoms and helps peel them off your legs, again, showing his disapproval when his need to see all of you is obstructed by your panties.

His hands reach down to grab a hold of the panties, but you find enough willpower to remember to pull away as you fix him a stern look, "I am not letting you rip these."

He scoffed half-heartedly, "They are already ruined," he emphasizes this by gently beginning to rub a finger over your clothed clit, the bold movement surprising you enough to forget your words and gasp out in pleasure. The movement of his fingers sent your head spiraling, unaware you were so worked up to the point that a simple touch had you needy for more. He leans over you, keeping his finger's speed steady as his voice whispers into your ear, "Do you not feel how soaked and uncomfortable they feel?"

You groan in response, silently agreeing that the wet fabric rubbing against your most sensitive area wasn't as pleasant as say his fingers. Part of you wanted him to rip the panties off you so he could quickly return to drawing circles and figure eights over your clit, but the more logical part in your head reminded you that underwear was more crucial than a bra for everyday life. You wiggle your hips and with So'lek's help, you manage to get the panties off at least one of your legs and let it dangle around your other ankle before kicking it off all the way.

So'lek's breath stuttered as he stared down at the tight, shiny wet cunt between your legs, so small that his thumb nearly envelops half of it as he continues to play with your now bare clit. The slick makes it easier to rub and your moans slip out of your mouth without a fear of anyone else hearing. The thought of being able to let you make as many lewd noises as possible without anyone around sent a thrill up his spine.

He found himself moving until he was lying on his stomach, his head inching forward between your legs. Once you realized his intentions, your body began to writhe with anticipation, a little nervous but wanting this all the same. His hot breath fanned down the inside of your leg and gusting over your pussy, making your inner walls unconsciously clench around nothing.

When you felt the wet warmth of his tongue run up the seam of your pussy, you're startled into moaning up at the ceiling, "Fuck, So'lek--"

"Mm..." he mumbled, the vibrations sent straight into your heat and making your skin tingle. He's unashamed of how loud he was being, drinking you up like he's a man trapped in the desert, his moans and tongue causing the most erotic sensation that you have never felt before. His tongue dips into your greedy hole as a gasp is stolen from your lungs.

He hummed as if he just tasted the sweetest fruit, "Kalin."

"Oh, God..." You respond, moving your hips to press further into his mouth. He doesn't seem to mind and eagerly takes as much of you as he can, pressing his nose into your clit as he licks up what he could only describe as your sweet nectar.

He takes it a step further once he knows you're wet and ready and inserts a finger into your entrance, slowly pushing it despite there wasn't much resistance yet. He carefully watched the way you bucked and arched your back as if your body was trying to decide to pull away or push for more. Your eyes were closed, wanting to just feel every sensation, the bottom of your stomach already warm and fluttery. Once So'lek added a second of his large fingers, he felt a tiny stretch against the initial ring of muscle, but it gave way barely a second later and welcomed him into your tight warmth. He slowly pulls his fingers in and out, trying to commit the sound of you and your responsive body to memory, all the while licking up your slick and pressing his nose into your clit.

It felt as though he was in several places at once, and the growing ache was igniting a pleasant, burning fire within you. Every lick and every thrust of his fingers were barreling you closer to some unforeseen peak, threatening to push you over the edge. You rock your hips against his face, thighs beginning to tremble around his head. He moaned deep into your pussy as he felt the muscle of your inner thighs flex and pressed down tightly around him. It was glorious and exhilarating, driving So'lek to pump his fingers in and out of you, faster and faster.

"Ah~!" You jolt, hands quickly reaching down and tangling into his hair, helping you thrust your hips more closely into his face. The sounds coming from your mouth and pussy was so obscene, normally, you'd feel embarrassed, but right now you weren't even paying attention. You were more focused on grinding into So'lek's face, chasing after your own release, feeling it rise and rise as the coil begins to dangerously tighten.

"So'lek--" Your plea is abruptly cut off by a moan escaping your lips, your body trembling in response to him curling his fingers just right inside of you. It drove you into a frenzy, now grinding your hips faster as you cried out, "So'lek! Do that again-- fuck... I'm so close..."

He moans, going even faster while repeating the movements you begged him to mimic, his tongue eager to lap you up and taste everything you could give him. Your fingers tighten in his hair and the sensation nearly makes his eyes rolls back, more eager than ever to feel and see you finish.

You're unable to warn him as your climax barely had time to build up before it snapped and let go, your screams of pleasure filling up the lab as your pussy pulses and sends waves of hot ecstasy up and down your body. The whole time your orgasm clings to you, so does So'lek, his tongue and fingers still working in and out of you, riding out your high. He groans when you spill into his mouth, your thighs uncontrollably shaking all around him and your pretty little noises add to his already aching cock.

By the time you're beginning to relax and turn to jelly in his hands, he finally pulls his mouth away, gasping deeply for air only to choke and remember than he needed the breathing mask around his neck to do so. Licking his lips, he brings the mask up to his face and takes long, deep breaths, in and out, closing his eyes and moaning when his smells you on his own breath. Opening his eyes, he finds you with your eyes still closed and a small, satisfied smile on your face. It feels as though he has no choice when he leans down to kiss you, wishing to feel that sweet, irresistible smile with his own lips. You hum lightly, kissing back with your hands gently soothing his scalp where you had initially pulled his hair, a soft moan escaping his lips when the soreness is slowly massaged away. You can feel his moan on your lips, the taste of his tongue intoxicating once you realize he tasted like you. You shift underneath him, needing more as your hands move to start disrobing his chest pieces and loincloth.

"Mawey..." he moaned softly, even as his hips moved to give you better access to his tewng.

Despite not understanding him completely, you could tell by his tone that he wanted you to slow down. You had to crane your neck to peer up at him, and suddenly his reluctance immediately caves, his heart clenching with the way you stare up at him with half-lidded eyes, long eyelashes, and wet lips. He manages to unclip his vest before diving back in to kiss you, savor you, his large hands on either side of your face, fingers raking into your hair.

You sigh in content, closing your eyes while you return the passionate effort, trying not to get distracted as your hands begin to untie his loincloth. You feel him before you can see him, both of you pulling out of the kiss to gasp as your hand grabs a hold of his cock. The fact that your hand couldn't fully wrap around the width told you all you needed to know, and once you caught a glimpse of him, your mouth began to water.

Your fingertips and thumb were nearly an inch apart, unable to touch. Maybe it was your imagination, but the only thing you could compare to describe the size of So'lek's cock was your own forearm, much to your distress and excitement. There was no way he was going to fit, but by Eywa, you needed to try.

Using your free hand, you gently grab the back of So'lek's neck and pull him in for another kiss, just to be sure he didn't make any other protests. For added measure, you slowly move your other hand up and down his length, causing full body shivers to erupt across his back. You catch a bead of precum at the tip and slather it over his cock, making your movements easier on his sensitive, uncut skin.

It was easier to coherce him than you originally thought it would, moving the both of you until you were flat on your back, bean bag forgotten, with So'lek hovering above you, his hips flush between your legs. His cock stood tall between your bodies as your hand continued to move up and down the impressive length. His eyes squeeze shut, a small snarl on his lips as a growl runs through him. Both of his hands are planted on either side of your head, holding him up as he tries to regain control of himself, enjoying your touch but trying to restrain the overbearing thoughts that involve plunging deep inside of you no matter how loud you scream.

"Ma'kalin... I do not want to hurt you."

"Please..." you whimper desperately, hand moving up and down his cock faster while you arch your back to try and get closer, "I need you... I promise to tell you my limits."

He paused to consider this, opening his eyes to watch yours for anything, and all he could see was your lust and desperation for him. His ears lower, wondering what he did to deserve such a need for him, and how he could've possibly deserved it. Regardless of his inner demons, his own need for you clouds most of his usual judgments and he surrenders to you, nodding once before spitting into his hand and gently moving your hand off of his cock. You both moan as his hand rubs up and down his length, and hopefully the saliva and pre cum you had spread earlier would be enough to slip inside your tight heat with ease.

You sit up, and for a moment he's alert at the idea you are changing your mind, but you smile and grab his mask, lifting it up to his mouth, "Take a breath first."

"Curse this thing," he mutters under his breath, his tail twitching behind him at the soft sound of your laugh. He does as he's told and takes a deep breath before letting the mask fall back around his neck.

He lies you back down as your lips meet once more, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Your movements stalled when you felt the tip of his cock press on your clit before slowly dragging down toward your entrance, making your breath hitch in anticipation.

So'lek parts from the kiss and briefly brushes his lips over your soft cheek, "Now it is your turn to take a breath."

You nod obediantly, expanding your lungs as you deeply inhale just as he began to press his cock into your pussy. Your hands immediately fly up to hang onto So'lek's hair once more when you felt your pussy begin to stretch around his cock, his movements so agonizingly slow but you appreciated it once that ring of muscle that held his length like a vice grip in your entrance began to burn. You slowly exhale, albiet a little shaky at the uncomfortable stretch. Looking down, your internally horrified that he's barely two inches inside of you. A soft whimper escapes your throat and So'lek is swift to reassure you, dipping his head into the crook of your neck while his hand reaches between your bodies to gently rub your clit to ease the pain.

"I know..." his presses a kiss into the side of your neck, "I know. You are doing so well, ma'kalin, taking my cock so well..."

You mewl beneath his praise, taking a better, deeper breath as he pushes another inch inside. The burn isn't as painful and as his thumb continues to rub your clit, the stretch almost feels arousing. You already want to move your hips up to meet his, but you remain still instead, hellbent on the idea of getting him to fit in as much as possible before doing anything else.

It's a few minutes of patience and determination, but eventually, you can feel the tip of So'lek's cock breach the top of your cervix, bumping into that special, spongy spot that makes you whimper with pleasure.

"By Eywa..." So'lek groans quietly into your neck, "Feel yourself, ma'kalin."

You do as your told and reach down to where you know his thumb is currently rubbing your clit, only to pause when you felt something unfamiliar on your body. A large protrusion beneath your skin, sticking out of your abdomen. You look down between your bodies and moan. So'lek was only able to fit his cock a little over halfway in, and whatever he could fit was now forming a large bulge in your belly. You reach and press down on the bulge, the instant response was So'lek gripping tightly onto your hips.

"You..." he sounds as though he's been punched, groaning when you unintentionally squeeze around him until he finds his words, "You are so tight. I can feel every inch of you squeezing my cock."

"Does it hurt?" You ask with a small hint of worry.

A small quiver of a smile rises in the corner of his mouth, able to hide it in your shoulder as his kisses a small freckle on your skin, "In a good way. Always a good way. Keep tightening around me and I might finish without even moving."

A staggered breath escapes your lips, closing your eyes just to feel it all. The feel of being so full, the feel of his finger on your clit, the feel of his large body on top of you, both of your bodies moulded together, despite difference in size. Your gummy walls clench, and you feel the way his cock twitches in response, followed by a small snarl that released from deep in So'lek's chest. Your hands gently card through his hair and be sure to avoid his kuru when you guide him out of the juncture of your neck to look at him. You're not disappointed by his expression, his hairless brow pinched together in blissful agony, a small bead of sweat dripping down from his forehead and over the scar on the side of his face. You find your fingers following the pattern of the scar, tracing it and catching the bead of sweat, wiping it away.

He opens his eyes at your small gesture, staring wide eyed at you as if he had made some sort of new discovery. Your stomach fluttered in response, meeting his gaze as a roar of need waves through you. Without breaking eye contact, you move your hips and it only helps his cock slip further inside you.

He nearly buckled then and there, startled to the point he needed to remember to hold himself above you so you wouldn't be crushed. He growls deep in his throat, the bridge of his muzzle scrunched up as he grit his teeth. Unbeknowst to him, his reaction made your heart skip a beat, and if he wasn't already buried deep inside you, your legs would've no doubt clenched together to relieve the heat beginning to grow. Taking your hint, So'lek begins to moves his hips, pulling out and only going as far to leave the tip inside before sliding back in, your stuttering breaths mingling together as the ridges of his cock bumps and fits in all of the grooves of your aching walls, creating the most erotic friction you knew no toy could ever recreate. The idea of this man ruining all other sexual experiences for you was both enticing and mournful, knowing you would never be able to properly get yourself off ever again. Then again, you wouldn't mind always having to go to him in order to climax from here on out. Just as long as he felt the same.

Slick with sweat, your bodies slide together as So'lek finally starts to pick up the pace, the sound of skin slapping together filling up the lab that was your little corner of paradise. Each of his thrusts punches a moan out of you, your hands moving to get a better grip on his body, only to leave long and angry scratch marks up and down his back, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips.

The pleasant sting of your nails only encourages So'lek to rut more roughly into you, growling and snarling in your ear, an animalistic desire driving him to chase after your cervix with every thrust. The instinct to mark you all over clouded his mind, but he purposely clenched his jaw to refrain from doing so. For now, the scent he already left on you would be enough to mark his claim. It was also driving him to his climax quicker than he wanted, not when he wanted you to reach yours first. It wasn't just a want. It was a need for him.

Needing to help you reach your peak faster, he puts his hands and tongue to work. He had to hunch a little uncomfortably to reach his intended target, but it was all worth it when one hand was figioursly rubbing your clit while his tongue swirled around one of your nipples, driving the coil in your stomach to start winding up unbearably tight, already oozing out small waves of ectsasy like warm honey.

"So'-- fuck!" You gasp, your body already beginning to shake, "I'm going to come--"

"Do it," he growled out, unintentionally turning the phrase into an order as his hips stutter before returning to their previous pace, "Come on my cock, sevin 'eve. Let me... by Eywa-- hear how good I make you feel."

His cock rams right into the best spot inside of you, your screams heightened as you began to see stars, "Fuckfuckfuck!"

You grab onto the only thing you could reach, his forearms, and let yourself go. Your toes curl as the coil inside you snaps, sending wave after wave of pounding pleasure through you from head to toe, flooding all of your other senses with the rush of your high, making your head feel light. Your mouth had fallen open in a silent scream, too overwhelmed to make any other sounds.

Your pussy was clenching and unclenching around So'lek's cock as you come, and the sight of you made his own head feel dizzy. The breathy groans he lets out makes your walls clench tighter around him, and after a few more quick thrusts, he's burying his cock as deep as he could get and spilling inside your already full pussy, painting your pulsating walls in large streams of white. He has to remove his hands from your body to keep himself upright, and even then you faintly notice the way his arms shake from such intensity. You two take those few moments to remain still, basking in your shared orgasms, panting heavily and not wanting to move if it meant the high would fade faster.

You had thought he had emptied everything inside you, but when he slowly and agonizingly pulled out, he was still spilling out a few short streams of cum and they end up landing onto your stomach, his cock twitching as he watched his essence stream down your skin and leak out of your pussy. His heart was still racing and his muscles were tense, unable to relax as his cock continued to twitch as he tried to catch his breath.

You take pity on him and move your arms around his frame, manovering him until he's lying on his side next to you. His muscles finally relax once he's not holding himself up, groaning quietly once he manages to press his mask to his mouth and take another breath.

He's reaching for you tiredly even before he's letting the mask drop around his neck, "I will clean you up..."

"Not now," you reply, boldly curling up into his chest to keep warm once the air in the lab had cooled down. You close your eyes and smile to yourself, "Just take your time. I'm in no rush."

He's hesitant at first, but he eventually wraps his arms around you, trying not to think too hard about this little tawtute currently safe in his embrace, your breathing starting to slow as you're finally relaxed enough to go to sleep, using his chest to rest your head. With the cloud of lust lifting, his mind is at war while his heart is at peace. He knows he shouldn't be selfish after what just happened, but he secretly wishes to have this moment all the time. Every night with you would be marvelous... but he's not sure if that's what you want, despite having just fucked you silly.

He lets himself be selfish for a little while longer, just for tonight, his fingertips lightly following the path down your spine, creating goosebumps on your skin, and lulling you to sleep.

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Words Related to Camping

Bivouac - a temporary shelter or camp for sleeping in outside, that is not a tent

Bonfire - a large fire built in the open air

Canteen - a small container for carrying water or other liquids

Compass - a device having a magnetic needle that indicates direction on the earth's surface by pointing toward the north

Campcraft - the skills that are needed for camping

Campout - an occasion on which a group camps out

Grizzly bear - a very large brown bear (Ursus arctos) of northwestern North America

Groundcloth - a piece of waterproof material that you put on the ground to sleep on in a tent

Hammock - a swinging bed made of fabric or netting attached on either end to an upright object (as a tree)

Hike - a long walk especially for pleasure or exercise

Kindling - material that burns easily and is used for starting a fire

Lantern - a usually portable lamp with a protective covering

Rucksack - a bag for carrying things on the shoulders or back

S'more - a sweet food that is made by putting a melted marshmallow and a piece of chocolate between two crackers

Sleeping bag - a large fabric bag that is warmly lined for sleeping outdoors or in a camp or tent

Stake - a pointed piece (as of wood) that is driven into the ground as a marker or a support for something

Sunblock - a preparation applied to the skin to prevent sunburn usually by blocking the sun's ultraviolet radiation

Tent - a portable shelter (as of canvas) stretched and supported by poles

Trail - a path marked through a forest or mountainous region

Trail mix - a mixture of seeds, nuts, and dried fruits eaten as a snack especially by hikers

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im going to *assume* they just picked the cheapest option lmao

love the extended family but when i said i wanted an instant camera, or money to start saving up for an instant camera, i did not mean: a toy clearly labeled as 3+ that advertises games and a music player meant to keep a child occupied. it does print picture, in black and white, and very poor quality

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🪢Pendulum 🪢

Fontaine let's it go

Fontaine x blackfemreader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, oral, cursing(m receiving, mentions of f receiving) bondage, p-in-v intercourse, soft!sub!fontaine, soft!dom!reader(hopefully), praise, dirty talk, before-work-post (may need some editing later lol)

a/n: 🤭...🫣

Clothes were tugged and flung off, you laughed as a pair of boxers were playfully slung your way.

"Slow down, baby, slow down. I wanna savor it."

"...What about the socks?"

"Kept on as agreed. What I got matches anyhow."

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The strength of your first pull surprised him. The both of you grunted, you in satisfaction of Fontaine's surprise.

"There we are." You hummed as you continued to hoist him up. Fontaine's stomach swooped when he felt the ground vanish beneath his feet.

Fontaine was bound like a plank, arms roped to his sides and legs together. The rope was a luxurious black and could feel the quality in the give.

A few coils of rope bound his ankles and ended right above his socks. Those were nonnegotiable as while he did love you, he didn't trust you to leave his bare toes un-tickled.

As you tied and anchored the pulley , Fontaine craned his head as much as he could to follow the ropes of your creation. A few steady pulley wheels fed with rope, holding him securely.

There was a thick, foam mat settled beneath him that covered a good feet of the floor. A portable speaker played music from your phone, soft in the backdrop of the otherwise spacious basement. The ambiance was warm and relaxed, just as how you were dressed in your tiny shorts and camisole.

This was something that took time. Fontaine felt his chest grow warm, thinking of all the reminders that you loved him. He only mentioned it in passing, how good you looked when he made you his personal Now & Later.

"Can't remember the last time I was high up," Fontaine avoided your gaze, "Ain't never been tied up befo'. Girl cuffed me once...didn't ask me so I broke out of 'em. Made her mad as hell."

He saw your face sharpen into disapproval but put a hand on top of your head, "I wanna know how you'd do me, pretty."

"How are you feelin'?"

Seemingly summoned by his thoughts--you rounded from behind him with a hand lightly on his hip to rock him.

Excitement exploded through him, he sucked in a shuddering breath.

"I feel good."

You came up to him and leaned up to kiss him, grounding him. Pulling away but keeping a gentle hold on Fontaine's face--you stared into his blown eyes.

"I love you, Fontaine. Loving me back, right now, means that you are to tell me if you're ever uncomfortable or frightened. Understand?"

He cleared his throat and nodded, turned on by the firmness of your voice and then caught out

This was for him. Fontaine asked for this and you said it was okay. It was hard to say out loud but your previous trust in him made him curious.

The memory of how free you were in yourself, how deeply you slept after. From trusting him.

It's okay to want to feel good, 'Taine...

You didn't have to say it. It was in your eyes, always, when you looked at him. Maybe that was just him. Always drawn to the better spots of himself that you kept warm.

"I'm all yours, baby."

You smiled up at him and with both hands on his hips, began to sway him from side to side. Tingles ran through him, the feeling was nothing like he imaged but somehow better.

The joys of being in a hammock, the thrill of standing on a tire-swing, the fire of seeing your pretty ass with that giddy look in your eye as you began walking around him.

Fontaine went along for the ride and couldn't help looking up at the system you've created. With his size, Fontaine was a bit concerned about him accidentally hurting you if something gave away. With what you made and how you tied him,

“Yeah, this may be a bit more than what we talked about, but I wanted to do it right. I think you know what that's like."

Fontaine was building momentum and soon you were wearing matching smiles as he swung. A gentle motion that rocked the feathery-nerves in his stomach into swirling desire.

There weren't any signs of distress from the rig and the background of unease faded from Fontaine's mind because you had him.

Fontaine trusted you more than any of his former lovers. He eased fully into the hold of the ropes at the same time you reached up to briefly cup his cheek.

"You look so good, baby."

"I was gonna tell you the same thing."

"What a sweet man I got, always so good to me."

You kissed over his chest and the scars you came across was given special care. Fontaine tingled at your words, your touch. The two-tone of your hands on his skin, seeing everything...why did it feel...?

Desire etched into the gentleness on your face. Fontaine could feel your fingers rubbing at him beneath the ropes. He swallowed as he watched you take in your fill, feeling your hands run up only to slowly thumb down the ropes again.

The comforting pull and sway of his own weight paired with your attention made Fontaine's earlier fears absolutely moot.

"I won't drop you," you said to him, "I promise I won't let you fall, 'Taine."

"I like this," you decided out loud, "I can touch you all I want without gettin' flipped over too soon."

Fontaine shivered beneath your plucking and you were all teasing grins. The sensations lit him up and he could already himself start to harden. You wriggled softly against him and the dual feelings of bare skin-rope-cloth made him moan.

"Hn!" The noise escaped him in a gasp when your tongue suddenly laved over his nipple.

"You're so heavy, 'Taine..." you purred as you stroked him gently, "It's one of my favorite things about you."

"All fo' you, baby."

A warm noise came from you, one he's never heard before. Keeping him close and still by his dick. There was another bite of your teeth and Fontaine hissed, jumping in your hand.

This...this was new. Anticipation edged his every thought as he wanted to know what else you would do to him. Fontaine wanted to know just what you were capable of.

Your breath puffed against him as you switched to the other side of his chest, both of your hands went down to cup and squeeze just a bit. Fontaine's breath hitched in chest, hips stuttering forward but not moving much.

"I'm going to give you the show I've always wanted to." Your dark eyes crinkled with your blissed out smile, "And maybe take a lil' revenge too..."

Fontaine made a protesting noise when you pulled away to vanish behind him, "I ain't even do nothing."

"Oh, like you don't be knocking the Mario Coins outta my ass everytime you get a chance?"

Your words were punctuated with a spin. It wasn't fast but it was enough of a surprise treat to make Fontaine bite his lip. Once he slowed, he was able to spot the set up you fashioned behind him. The small pop-up dinner tray from the living room, the footstool that was previously gathering dust in your shed, and...

Fontaine heart thudded when he spotted vibrating wand set in it's charging port. It's light winked cheekily at him as the situation fully dawned on him.

He was at your full, desirous mercy. Was that a good thing?

"I see the look you get when you have me right where you want me. I want you to see how it looks. How it feels to be given everything."

Fontaine watched as you grabbed a bundle from the tray. Knee pads. You took your time in strapping them on before dragging the footstool over to where Fontaine dangled.

You looked up at him with tender eyes as you gently put your hands onto his thighs. Thoughts of inadequacy knocked at his door. He suddenly felt so bulky, so rough next to you.

You hugged him around his legs, kissing his knee caps. Fontaine was swallowing the lump in his throat when you spoke.

"You gonna take what I give you, 'Taine?"

Nothing more, nothing less. Fontaine would take your scraps or your gold--he'd give anything just for you to have it.

He didn't say it but you nodded anyway, patting him lovingly.

"Of course you will..."

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And take is what he did. Everything you had for him, he took beautifully.

In return he made nosies you've never heard from him before. With him still, you were able to find out that he was sensitive at the hip bones and maybe not all tickling was bad.

Ultimately, you discovered that Fontaine likes being teased just as much as you did which only spurred you on.

Fontaine tried to talk big shit when the wand came out but was so prettily offended you used it on yourself first. You laid back on the mat and spread your legs for him, only pushing your shorts down enough for your access.

All Fontaine had to work with was the sight of the damp-dark spot in the center of the stretching fabric, your pleasure-stricken face.

" 'm sorry, but I wanted to warm it up for you."

He pouted as you drug an orgasm out, keening and arching and pinching your nipples as he stared on jealously.

"Noo, poor baby, don't make that face! I'll make it up to you, c'mere...."

Thats when you put your mouth and knee pads to good use.

You had him down your throat when he gasped your full name at you, pulsing behind your tonsils in response to your stuffed laughter as you eased him into a gentle swing. Tick-tock, in-out, tick-tock, in-out. You tugged at the gentle roping around his balls and swooned at seeing the muscles in his legs jump.

Fontaine thought he was giving in, allowing himself to be put onto a passive display, but it was you that was folding. Running a hand over his firm ass, his thick waist, you gorged yourself on Fontaine. You were on your knees for him long enough that wondered who was more far gone.

The more you played with him, the deeper you fell and wondered if this is what Fontaine felt when you were at his mercy. It was a heady feeling, it was intoxicating. The sight of his big, beautiful body wrapped in black with his grill winking in the dozy lighting--

Earlier plans faded into the sounds of Fontaine's gasping and moaning. You couldn't think ahead any longer as you became needy.

Fontaine grunted as you pulled off his dick to rasp, "I would love to do this again. Maybe you can pull me up, I can show you how. There are a lot of fun things we can do in the air."

"Yeah, yes, please..." He made a thin noise of panic as you shuffled around a bit before beginning to stand.

"It's okay, it's okay--im just getting us ready."

You grabbed the loop of rope hidden behind his ankles and tugged it down enough for it to fasten to the metal screw -loop you drilled into the floor.

A little push and Fontaine was set, taut and unmoving for you.

"I can be upside down for you, spread. You'd like that?"

His eyes went wide as you came before him and bent over, your glistening pussy so pretty in the light. He liclrd his lips as instinct had him reaching for you.

Tutting at him--you reached back and held him steady as you went on to tip-toe. After all of the play you did for the both of you, Fontaine slid home into your heat and groaned out loud.

He had no time for reprieve as you bounced back against him. The position was.more than enough for him, stars bursting behind his eyelids at the feel of you. So wet and messy from doing nothing but wanting to make him want to cum.

He wouldn't last long, he couldn't last long. Not with your desperate sounds mixing into your diabolical plans of taking him apart again in the future.

Fuck, he loved you.

" 'M gonna figure out a way to tie her to your face," you looked over your shoulder at him with a blissed out as you pressed back and squeezed, "Would you like that? I can find those-those pink ropes so we'll match again."

Yes. Fontaine's mouth dropped open as he moaned, the image of you being fastened to his face was too much. He came, hard and long enough that he wasn't sure if he was present for the whole of it. It felt like every one of his nerves were jostling together, chasing after one another and leaving his orgasm on loop.

"That's-that feels good..." You whimpered and finally stilled, Fontaine still pulsing right up against your spot as he filled you. He could only focus on pulling air back into his chest, Fontaine lolled his head back to stare up at dancing spots on the ceiling.

He wasn't sure if he'll ever want to touch the ground again.

Fontaine yelped when a buzz was set against his dick. Without him noticing, you inched forward just enough to keep his tip hostage as you grabbed the wand and settled it on you both.

Fontaine whined with you. He swore he trembled with you as your tumbled towards another orgasm, pussy fluttering around his tip. His toes curled and Fontaine could feel that welcomed coil in his belly tightening again.

"Mnnf-fuuck, 'Taine, 's close..."

"C'mon, do it baby, please." Fontaine's forced his eyes to stay open to watch yours pinch shut, "Wanna feel you make a mess over it, please..."

"Mhm, wanna make you feel so good--wanna make sure you know what I'd do if you forget..."

Fontaine gasped out your name as he shook apart. If his hands were free, he'd push himself away. He'd back out of your little pink vortex and try to screw his head on straight.

If you weren't taking care of him, that's what he would have done. Yet, Fontaine was at your mercy. He wanted to give you everything you wanted and if you wanted every single drop from his body--it was yours.

"Fontaine, Fontaine, 'Taine! Fuck!"

It was your turn to burst. Bracing a hand on the mat below as you smooshed the wand's head over where you connected--your clit and just where Fontaine was still inside you.

Fontaine sobbed at the conflicting sensations of his scattering nerves and the rolling ecstasy of being in the eye of your orgasm. Caught in your greedy little hands and being dunked in the oceanic pull of euphoria crafted just for him.

It was then Fontaine discovered that, apparently, souls could still wear rope.

He had the pleasure of watching you come apart from somewhere above you both. Floating, dreamy, and feeling nothing but satisfaction.

Switching of the wand and letting it fall onto the map, your centered yourself for a moment before slowly letting Fontaine slip out of you. The basement echoed heaving breaths and Ms. Badus' crooning from the other side of the room.

"Damn it," you panted, "...I think I got a head of myself."

A laugh burst out of him, loose and incredulous. What else could you have had planned for him, his little mastermind?

Fontaine wanted a kiss more than anything. Wanted to touch you, curl up on your lap and sleep for a hundred years.

He leaned his head forward, eyes fixed to you as you hurried to the fastening post. Had he said that out loud? Fontaine felt himself sway as he was lowered, feet touching down onto the mat for the first time in what felt like a year.

He didn't have too long to be unsteady as you came to his side. You made quick work of the ropes, offering yourself for Fontaine to lean on as his jelly-bones solidified.

"Did you have a good time? I'm sorry if it was over too soon...I got excited."

Fontaine hummed as exhaustion began seeping into his bones. He followed you down onto the mat and melted into the foam.

You handled cleaning you both up and massaged Fontaine's arms and chest. When you rose to get his legs, Fontaine latched onto you. Going easy on him--you decided that perhaps a nap would be best before food.

Fontaine wanted to cuddle and you'd gladly be of service to him, but you managed to get him to drink water. The both of you laid there long enough for sweat to cool and for you to hear Fontaine's breathing smooth.

"Wha's better than a good time?"

His sudden question made you smile into Fontaine's neck as you pondered, "Maaybe a 'great time.' Yeah, that sounds right."

"Had a fuckin' great time."

Fontaine watched the your face brightened with pride. You turned away to hide it, pressing your fingers lightly into the prints left behind.

He had so much to say beneath the pillow-y feeling in his head. You hummed and loved praises into his skin. Telling him how good he was for you and how much you appreciated his trust.

"Do you have more rope?"

"Hm? Sure, I have plenty."

"....What was the other stuff you had planned?"

As wrung out as he was, Fontaine still throbbed when your head snapped up to face him. A deep, promising kiss was given to him. Long enough that he was beginning to doze off before you pulled back to lay your cheek over his heart.

"Oh, 'Taine. I can show you better than I can tell you."

Promises, promises. He wanted to tease but sleep crashed over Fontaine, your tinkling little giggle being the last thing he heard.

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ending notes: heheheheeeee I hope ya'll liked this 'cause it was just rotting in the drafts lmao. I'm not sure how ya'll feel about this 'taine, but i just wanted to put my man in some ropes lol! And I wanted to make him beg a lil 🫣 Tell me what ya think!

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[fio-renze]

"Lady Sunmote—"

Fiorenze cut her lawyer off, "Miss Sunmote, please."

His unamused glance up at her, above the rim of his glasses from the papers he was looking at spoke volumes about that request and his flat tone punctuated the statement, "Ma'am, you are here to discuss the hereditary Sunmote estate."

That was certainly true. Still, she was stubborn, "What's left of the hereditary Sunmote estate. You and I both know it's no longer able to be productive for the kingdom or support tenants. The title might as well be worthless."

"There have been various research projects undertaken at the East Sanctum that used to be under your mother's charge to see if the corruption in the soil from the scar could be reversed, so I wouldn't say it's worthless," he countered, laying down the maps he'd been reviewing.

The first was ancient parchment dating back to the era of the founding. An oxidized stroke of faded red ink traced the original acreage deeded to Lord Fiorel Sunmote. Another, fresher by a millennia or two, outlined an expansion under her grandfather, Arlen Sunmote. Her lawyer overlaid a thinner parchment that had the scar drawn in so she could see exactly how much had been carved through, "Per the last survey, you have about a third that touches the Elrendar, up into the Living Wood, that is considered habitable. That said, habitation is discouraged due to the proximity of the scar and the abundance of unsettled treants that now roam the area. The manor home has been condemned, as has the East Sanctum."

All that was left in the "habitable" zone had never been developed, it had been a significant buffer between the Amani to the east and was good grazing land when the sheep needed to be herded up as part of pasture rotation. She chewed on the inside of her cheek and considered. All of the previous research he'd mentioned had been arcane based, and the treants had no druids here to guide them. "Are there still limitations on permitting for building crews in the area?"

He laughed, "Of course. You'd never be able to hire anyone to build there. It's far too dangerous, and the Regency is utilizing most of them to build new residences around the city, anyway."

"So I cannot do anything with them, but they are mine, legally," she wanted him to confirm that, if only to make the point about the uselessness of the title.

"Mostly correct. You could always lease them to the Farstriders for fishing and hunting rights and turn a small profit; that section of the river is closer to the headwaters than it is to the scar," he shrugged and began to roll up the maps.

That sounded like a terrible idea. Still, she smiled as if to thank him for the suggestion, "I see. Would you please get me a copy of those maps when your assistant has the time? I'd like to have them for my own reference."

Pyraelia's lovely little Portable Penthouse spell continued to come in handy. This was only a stop-gap measure, mostly because she didn't think she was capable of sleeping up in a hammock in her guardian tree's boughs without falling out and dying. The tree was tolerating the arcane scroll being affixed, for now, and it'd only last a couple of days anyway.

She'd been able to shape the interior to resemble what she imagined a carved out inside of a tree to look like, similar enough to Yserina's House — if a bit more Sin'dorei in fashion, with a sloping ramp up to a wooden platform that had a plush bed for her to crash out on. And she did, with the aid of a particularly robust potion. Her teacher tended to sleep during the day, and it was going to be easier to reach her in the Dream than it was to trek all the way out to Amirdrassil.

Yserina was in her usual grotto, lounging languidly in the emerald haze. It was coming up on a year since the elder Kaldorei had found her here, sorrow-drunk and lost. Fiorenze smiled as one of Yserina's silver eyes cracked open to see who had been disturbing her peace. It shut ask quickly, accompanied by an amused hum, "You've survived your grand mercenary adventure, then?"

"You saw me last month!" Fiorenze laughed and slowly wound her way over the slippery stones, step by step until she was at the edge of the small pool that filled the hidden cave, "Besides, it's not over, we're taking a little break."

"How kind of you to visit then, unannounced." Yserina's slight smirk betrayed the fondness hidden behind the mild annoyance in her voice.

Fiorenze shrugged and toed off her boots before wading into the water. This was a dream, her clothes getting wet didn't matter a bit, "I had a question for you, and this seemed the best way to find you. How do you move House?"

Yserina's response was swift, "House moves itself. Why?"

A question for a question. "Well, there's a tree I'd like to move. The one that gifted me a branch for my staff. Some of its roots are reaching into corrupted ground and there's a better spot nearby with clean water and room to grow." She looked back over toward Yserina and was privately pleased that the elder Druid had sat up to fully look at her, attention caught.

"Have you told the tree that? It's a compelling argument, Fiore," Yserina narrowed her eyes, calculating how much to say, "You're an ambitious one, aren't you?"

Fiorenze smiled sweetly back at her mentor, "You knew that already."

That elicited a sharp, pleased laugh.

She woke up with a dozen new ideas based on the theory, and some practice, that Yserina had showed her. Things were always easier in the Dream, but that was the simple nature of the place. It would take some time, or no time at all if she was amazing about it, but her tree was massive from centuries of growth — it was possible that she could make a home out of it it similar to the illusion the Penthouse had provided.

Her comm buzzed as a message came in, jittering against the floor where it had fallen off her bed. The two most recent notifications from Pyraelia read « Hey, did you tell people you were staying here? I'm getting your mail. » « Kaisina sent you a Winter Veil gift, I think. Aren't you guys in camp together? »

Shit.

She shoved it into her pocket and dashed out the Penthouse spell's front door, sighing as it popped out of existence as soon as she'd crossed the threshold, purpose served.

It was okay — she'd be back soon.

@themercenaries

[charminglyantiquated]

Asking as someone going to be living shipboard for the first time; there any little comforts/ oft-overlooked items you've learned to always pack over the years? Things that aren't your bog-standard 'warm layers, hand-balm, good knife' but more, things you wouldn't necessarily think of until you want for them.

Good question! Off the top of my head: I got one of those little battery-operated strings of LED lights to hang up inside of my bunk. And my own twin sheet/pillowcase/cheap blanket, instead of just a sleeping bag! I don't bother with those for short trips, but if I'm living aboard the whole season, those made the little space feel much cozier and mine.

Other than that... my kindle, bc there's not a lot of room for physical books. A little sewing kit - most ships have sail needles, etc. but it was nice to have some tools better suited for clothing. A portable phone charger - it's not always convenient/possible to plug in a charger. A deck of cards, my own ceramic mug, a lil pod of water flavoring, my favorite tea - all things that made me happy to have. Wet wipes if it's going to be hot, those little instant hot packs if it's cold out. I knew someone who always had cinnamon toothpicks to chew on and others who had a collapsible camp chair or a hammock to take to the park on days off.

There's probably others, but like you say, it's hard to think of them unless you need them! The above have all improved my quality of life when I had them on hand, though. I hope everything goes well!

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[half-shadowgalra]

Sleepover!! (In the hades cabin)

Kayla’s on the couch

Austin is in a portable hammock(don’t ask why or how, he just is)

Everyone stayed up till 3:15

Accept Austin, he went to bed at 23:00 (11:00 p.m.)

and he promised to wake the others up at 7:30

he didn’t

he knows how sleep deprived they are, so he let them rest until they woke up, at 13:30 (1:30 p.m.)

He may have had to evade some arrows the rest of that day

I love them so much :)

[heresiae]

A Glamping rant

I have to say, in my opinion, people that coined the term "glamping" are either envy of other people equipment, think that camping = suffering/being almost as wild as a wolf.

it's not.

my parent use to have a tent the size of a room, in full canvas, with dividers for the sleeping area and a very big porch. of course it took the entire roof of their car went they went camping, but they also had cots and all the furniture. these were the 70s and mostly everybody had them (I have to say, the air tents did change the game for family in terms of space carrying). nobody called them spoiled, it was just a different way of camping (especially for areas with lots of rain...).

wen I was born they went from carrying the (quite big and heavy) tent to rent caravans (on the site). we still called it camping (we were on a camp ground after all).

of course, when you first start camping you have like three things: your tent, your sleeping stuff and a lamp.

then you evolve. you start to buy more equipment, a better tent (because after a few rainy days you realize that the cheap tent has way too many weak points), more lights, the gas stove and cutlery, the table and chair (and of course an hammock). then it comes the tarp (above your tent but mostly the "living" area to be able to use it when it rains). also, a portable fridge, because in some places is way less expensive to arrive fully prepared (and thus you'll evolve to have one of these little guys. yes, it does make a difference).

honestly, with all the stuff I had this year the only reason that you couldn't call my camping "glamping" was the tent, because it's still an igloo (a very practical and nice igloo. not in production anymore, sorry. it's very effective with any weather).

and I can't actually fully afford "glamping", because a family had this baby up there and let me tell, you can call it glamping as much as you want, but they ride the two storms we had like champions (but if they stuck with this year campsite they will save so much money in the next 10 years with their two young kids; you spend couple of thousand of euros once and then basically like less than 500 at year for two weeks up there with everyone. that's a win).

let me tell you another thing though: they still had to collect and chop wood, clean their utensil in the communal sink, use the camp stove to cook, dry their clothes on improvised rack lines, deal with bugs, had a tarp over the kitchen and table, fight the rain to go to the bathroom, etc. the only difference was that they did not suffer humidity and cold once in their tent. plus, (and trust me on this one), the more equipment you have, the more effort you have to put in preparation, dismantling and maintenance. "glamping" it's not that easy, unless someone does it for you (that is the Hemingway way).

camping is not much about how little stuff you can survive with, but to be closer to nature. to open your tent and have it in your face. it's also community. camping lifestyle involve a lot of trust in other people honestly, because you literally left your possessions unguarded in your tent or outside (not much use in bringing your phone if there is no reception). it's also sharing help, clothes lines, food, chats. if you see someone struggles, you help them. you keep an eye on kids playing because yes. you also kind of chastise the ones that not follow community rule. if you're still noisy after 10pm someone will come to tell you to stop it. if it's raining and you're not in you tent, I will collect your clothes for you and put it in you porch. it's literally the construction of a temporary old times village with people you'll never see again but it was very nice to meet (and I have to tell you, this year the Dutchs have won my hearth).

anyway, being so close to 40, I realize that igloos are not that nice for me anymore. I don't have the spirit or the back to keep using them up there. they're still good for seaside though and that's where I will use them from now.

for the next year I'm thinking this. Because if you just have to sleep, the rule of buy a tent of the number of people using it + 1 is good, but if you have to live in it most of the day (or all day), it's probably a +2.

can't afford a hot tent, but I'll definitely carefully manage a camping gas heather.

call it glamping as much as you want, meanwhile I will collect, saw and cut wood for that night bonfire and have a cuppa while thinking on which river spot I will read that afternoon.

(also, hammocks with mosquitoes net rules).

[whitehairedanimeboyfriend]

Hey, idk if this is weird to ask but I might be ending up homeless soon and might not be able to find a shelter; you posted before about having experience with homelessness and I was wondering if you have any advice on how to survive that.

Sure thing, I can talk about that.

There are many steps to go through before you have to consider living on the streets style homelessness, first of all.

First, check with friends. Most friends will do what they can to ensure people they care about don't end up on the streets. That being said, try not to wear out your welcome. Rotate between people if you can.

Use Facebook to reach out to housing groups. Especially this time of year, a lot of people are moving out of cheap housing since school is out.

And, of course, double and triple check about shelters. Unfortunately shelters are pretty full these days. Housing prices are getting ridiculous. But, hey. Doesn't mean you shouldn't check. There are general homeless shelters but there are also specific homeless shelters. Are you running from abuse? Are you a woman? Mentally Ill? Indigenous? LGBTQ?

On that note try to connect with services particular to your situation! They will often have some great resources.

If after all that, you find yourself on the street... it's time to strategize. Thankfully we're getting into warmer seasons. Being homeless in the winter is fucking rough. Even so, make sure you have some warm clothes.

Personally I didn't find myself on-the-street homeless very often but if you get to this point, the best advice I can give you: mind your business. Do not get involved with other homeless people. Especially don't get wrapped up in other people's drama. Don't snitch, don't argue. Just mind your business and if things get heated, leave.

Try to find out where you'll physically be sleeping. Give encampments a wide berth unless you're invited to park next to someone. (and I still would be avoidant considering my previous point.) Tents can be nice to have. You might have to tear down in the morning and that can be annoying but if you're confident you can find a place to pitch one, absolutely go for it. If you're lucky you can find somewhere to set up permanently and spend most of the day there. Do not leave your belongings there unguarded, especially if you have anything valuable. You might want to consider storing valuables with a housed friend. People will take your shit if they think they can get away with it.

During the day find places like public libraries to hunker down in if you don't have a tent. I also spent some time in a hospital cafeteria. Malls with food courts are good too, the bigger the better.

Do your best not to *look* homeless. The best way to do this is to take care of your hair and take care of your clothes. Do not dye your hair unnatural colours. It's too hard to maintain when you're on the streets and it's a dead giveaway. If it's already dyed, dye it a dark, natural colour like brown or black because they will last the longest. Even if they can't house you you can find places that will let you do laundry and clean up usually. If you can't find somewhere then find single bathrooms with locking doors to wash up in. If you look clean and keep to yourself most people won't bother you in public. If you come out of a bathroom with wet hair though you might want to go somewhere else to hang out.

Charge your phone where you can and keep a portable battery. You can get pretty good ones that will last sometimes up to 72 hours. I would also advise trying to get a good data plan. These can get fairly cheap these days. I'm getting 60 GBs for 40$ a month at the moment.

If you live somewhere near the beach, consider sleeping on the beach during the day (wear sunscreen for the love of God) and being up at night. Again, this is a time where looking clean and minding your own business will help you. No one bats an eye at someone napping on a beach.

Alternative to tent: Hammock. Looks a lot less conspicuous and you can get some pretty good ones on Amazon for a decent price. If you're worried about weight get one that's graded as a two person hammock. This is better if there's a woodsy area around. No one will bat an eye at someone napping in a hammock most of the time. They're really mobile and only take a few minutes to set up.

Mostly you want to stay inconspicuous, connect to whatever resources you can, and move around as much as possible. Good luck, and I hope you figure things out.